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AN OPEN LETTER FROM THE AUTHORS

With the publication of "Welts - The Beginning", we have attempted to
deliver to the reader a new dimension in Female Dominant erotica.

Unfortunately, this area of human behavior has been given scant
attention by authors and publishers with a resultant dearth of quality
reading available to those wishing to explore this forbidden
territory.

Most Americans are familiar with "The Story of O", either in its
published form or as a full-length movie available in many video
rental outlets.

They are also cognizant of the derivation of the words, "Sadist" and
"Sadism", stemming from the Marquis DeSade and his pioneering novels
of that theme.

What most are unaware of is the derivation of the words, "Masochist"
and "Masochism", deriving from a gentleman by the name of Leopold Von
Sacher Masoch, the author of "Venus in Furs", a story of female
domination and male submission featuring the characters Wanda and her
submissive mate, Severin (hence the "Wicked Wanda" of modern fiction).

As the name of the novel implies, Severin was not only masochistic but
also fetishistic - for furs and, of course, naked ladies draped in
fur.

It is indeed lamentable that, in spite of the emancipation of the
American woman during the twentieth century, our male-dominated,
sexist society attempts to suppress the concept of male submissiveness
and female domination - while, at the same time, churning out a
plethora of male-dominant erotica in all forms of media.

A cursory examination of tabloids from any major metropolitan area
will reveal to the investigator that there is a multitude of Female
Dominant "Fantasy Fulfillment" services available to interested (and
appropriately submissive) males.

A brief interview of the women earning their livings through the
provision of such services - or, for that matter, most escort service
females - will reveal that these women are as busy as they wish to be
with a steady clientele of interested, submissive males.

Why do such services exist?  For the use of single males?  Quite the
contrary.

The majority of these ladies’ clients are married.

Married to a woman that they love. Married to a woman that they would
dearly love to submit to…but to whom they are afraid to suggest such
"deviant" and "perverse" behavior.

The anthology that was conceived and entitled "Welts" is, it is hoped,
more than an entertainment.

In Volume I - The Beginning, and in subsequent volumes, it is our
intention to present this life-style in a manner that will allow the
reader (and, ideally, their spouse or lover) to view this little
understood subject in a more rational perspective.

Although the subject matter of this series demands the usage of sexual
terminology, we have attempted to render as tasteful a result as
possible.

We have been guided by a belief that many marriages could benefit from
an exploration of and experimentation with the life-style that is
depicted in "Welts".

We urge the reader to share this book with another person - or, to use
the order form in the back of the book to give a gift of knowledge to
a friend or relative.

We know that some will give such a gift as a joke.  Give such a gift
to the wife of their boss or irascible brother-in-law.

Hopefully, though, some of these so called "gag gifts" will find their
way into the hands of a woman who says to herself, "Why not?".  Why
not, indeed.

From the physical format of the book, to the vocabulary, to the
serious approach, to the examination of the psycho-sexuality of a
human behavior that has (we believe) the potential of bringing a
loving couple together in a level of physical intimacy that is
conducive to the strengthening of relationships, we are sincerely
motivated to deliver a product to the reader that will excite, inform,
titillate, and entertain.

If you are an adventurous type and decide to explore the terrain that
is described in "Welts", we hope that the "road map" provided by this
anthology will guide you on this "detour of human behavior".

Good luck.  Sincerely,

Gloria & Dave Wallace, Indianapolis, Indiana, March, 1993






GLORIA I

It’s funny how you think that you know someone that you’ve been
friends with for years and then something happens that causes you to
realize that you haven’t really known them as well as you had
thought.

Peggy and I had been best friends for more than twenty years.  Our
husbands both worked for the same company and the four of us had
celebrated our 20th Wedding Anniversaries together.

We’d watched our children grow up as next door neighbors, attended
their birthday parties over the years, watched them graduate from high
school, and seen them away to college.

Peggy and I shopped together, attended the same aerobics classes,
jogged together, and played golf together.  We’d laughed together,
cried together, and spent countless hours discussing the most private
of secrets.

I thought that I knew Peggy - and her husband Bill - like the back of
my hand.

Perhaps I did - but not until six months ago did I have the "total
picture"!  II

As I crossed from our side yard to visit Peggy for our customary
morning coffee klatch, I could hear her arguing with Bill.

I couldn’t make out what was being said but I recognized their
voices. As I neared their back door, I heard her voice clearly.  I’ll
always remember that moment.

"Bill, shut your mouth and get to the bedroom - NOW!"

Something in her voice gave me a chill and the goose bumps were
standing out on my arms.  I almost turned on my heel when I heard
Bill’s plaintive whine.

"Honey, please.  I have to get to work.  Can’t it wait until
tonight?"

I was curious as to what must wait; I wondered why Bill was whining in
that almost little-boy tone.  I almost thought that I was imagining
things when I heard Peggy.

"I said to get your ass into the bedroom.  Not one more word or
you’ll regret it.  I’ll be in to take care of you in a minute.  Now,
move!"

There was suddenly silence and I decided that I had best come back
later.  As I turned to go, the door opened and the smiling face of my
best friend appeared.

"Come on in, the coffee is ready."

Flustered, I replied, "Perhaps it would be best if I came back later?"

"Don’t be silly.  It’s time for our morning get-together.  Get in
here, you."

As usual, her dominant personality won out and I followed her gesture
into the room, seeking refuge in one of the kitchen table chairs - one
that had arms.   Somehow, the chair arms seemed to provide a sense of
security - from what, I didn’t know.  That was nuts.  But, it was
what I felt as I sat down.

Peggy bustled about the kitchen, her usual bubbly self, chattering
away as she fixed our coffee and put some Danish onto a plate,
bringing both to the table. 


As she sat down, I asked, "Are you sure that my timing’s not bad?"

Peggy, taking a sip from her cup, looked me in the eye and said,
"Gloria, get serious.  How many years have we been having this morning
time together?

"Nobody, not even Bill, is going to interfere with that.  I ask you as
my friend, my best friend, to wait here and enjoy your coffee.

"Bill is late for work and I must go deal with him.  Please, friend,
stay here while I take care of him.  No matter what you hear, hang in
there and all will be explained when I return." III

This said, Peggy hopped up from her chair, circled the table, gave me
a quick peck on the cheek and with a reassuring smile, left the
kitchen.

My head was spinning.  What was going on?  She had told me that she
had to "deal with" and "take care of" Bill. What in the hell did that
mean?  I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Like the sound of a pistol, I heard the "crack" sounding from their
bedroom and remembered the sound from my childhood.

Suddenly, I was transported back through time.  I could almost hear
the sound of my brother getting it from mom.  When I had misbehaved, I
had been spanked.   Spanked with mom’s bare hand.  Then again, I was
a girl.

When my brother, on the other hand, screwed up, it was the ping-pong
paddle for him.  A ping-pong paddle "on the bare".  I well remembered
that sound of a wooden paddle making contact with bare flesh.

With these thoughts racing through my head, I heard the fearsome,
"crack…crack…crack" in rapid succession, this time followed not by
silence but the sound of  Bill’s sob.  Jesus!  My emotions roiled
like an angry ocean during a storm.

"Please, Peg, she’ll hear.  Please, can’t we wait until tonight?"

"Bill, I’m not going to tell you again.  Assume the position and stay
there or, so help me, I’ll put your sorry ass into bondage and use
the cane."

After this, the sound of the paddle could be heard in a steady
cadence.  Once, twice, thrice, and on.  I could hear the paddle fall
and could easily imagine its painful effect on Bill’s naked buttocks.

I could also hear the sound of Bill sobbing.  His crying had grown in
intensity as the paddling had progressed.  I had known the two of them
for over twenty years and had seen Bill cry only once - at his
mother’s funeral.

Now, I heard his sobbing - only this time sounding like a small child
- as the paddling seemed to pick up speed and Peggy could be heard
  over his cries and the "crack, splat, crack" of the paddle.

"Stay.  Stay.  Stay in position.  Almost done.  That’s a good boy.
Take your medicine like a man.  Five more, now.  Smack.  Four more."

After she said this number, the sound of the paddle increased in
volume and she paused after this stroke to let the message sink in.  

During this brief pause, I could hear Bill’s crying.  I could only
imagine the tears running down his face - as I knew that they must be
- and the crimson of his buttocks as they cringed, awaiting the final
  four blows.

"Crack - three…Crack - two…Crack…One"  And, finally, what seemed
like the loudest of all, a mighty "Crack" and it was over.  IV

I noticed that my body was absolutely frozen in place.  My mouth was
dry and I was unable too move my hand to pick up my cup and relieve my
thirst.

My palms were sweaty, pulse pounding in my forehead and wrists. I felt
a flush all over my body.  I felt like I could do nothing but wait for
Peggy to return to the kitchen, so I sat and waited.

I heard the sound of their bedroom door opening and turned to see
Peggy striding into the kitchen.  I couldn’t believe my eyes when I
saw the rectangular wooden paddle that she was carrying.  I wondered
if she knew that she still had it with her.

Sitting down at the table, Peggy said nothing.  She set the paddle on
the table and added some tea to her cup from the pot on the warmer.
Sipping from her cup, she sat in silence for perhaps a minute or two.

Turning in the direction of the bedroom, Peggy shouted, "You’d better
get it together.  You’re late for work as it is."

At this, Bill came out of the bedroom dressed in his customary suit
and tie, his eyes red, his face covered with a blush that could light
a dark room.

He seemed almost like a little boy as he approached the table to, I
assumed, give Peggy a parting kiss.  Had I not just witnessed (with my
ears) that which had transpired in the previous ten minutes, I
wouldn’t have believed my senses when I observed Bill standing in
front of Peggy and humbling himself with his words.

"Thank you for my punishment, ma’am.  I know that I deserved it and
ask that you punish me thoroughly and properly when you have more time
this evening."

"You can count on it.  Tonight, it’s the cane.  And, you know what we
will do before your thrashing.  Don’t you?"

"Yes, ma’am."

"What?"

"Milk me, ma’am."

"That’s right, Bill.  And what will you do after I milk you?"

"Please, ma’am?"

"Do you want to go back into the bedroom right now?"

"No, ma’am!"

"Then answer me.  What will we do after I’ve milked you?"

"You’ll make me eat my cum, ma’am."

"Right again, Bill.  And, what will you say after you have swallowed
every drop of your semen?"

"Thank you, ma’am.  And, then, please give me the thrashing that I
deserve."

"And, what will I do then?"

"Whip my ass until it bleeds, ma’am."

"Right again, Bill.  And, I may even allow Gloria to watch.  It might
do Dave some good if Gloria learned how to train him properly.

"Now, get to work.  I’ll deal with you when you get home."

I found myself, to my surprise, approving of what I saw and heard as I
watched Bill pick up his briefcase and hastily exit the kitchen.

I knew that he had been mortified by my presence and had done his best
to avoid my gaze. For my part, I had kept silent and hadn’t spoken to
him as I normally would have.

The sounds of the car starting and then pulling out of the driveway
somehow seemed to be the final curtain of the drama that I had just
witnessed.

I was wrong.  V

Peggy reached out and picked up the paddle.  For an insane moment I
feared that she would hit me with it.  She, of course, didn’t hit me
with the paddle but gestured with it as she began speaking.

"Gloria, since I bought this paddle and learned how to use it, my life
has changed.  I’ve kept this a secret from you for six months now and
have felt guilty all the time for doing so.

"We have been best friends now for two decades and I have always
enjoyed the fact that we haven’t kept secrets from each other.

"For twenty years, I did what Bill wanted.  I mean in the bedroom.
His pleasure was important.  My pleasure was always secondary.

"I gave him head.  When he came, I swallowed it.  He said that gave
him more pleasure than my spitting it out and I didn’t stop to think
how it could give him more pleasure from my swallowing. I failed to
understand the mental trip involved.

"I didn’t enjoy swallowing his semen but I did it.  I did it because
he was the man and I was just a woman.

"I did it because I grew up believing that the man is the boss.  That
was just the way that things were.  I never did question it.  I just
went along.

"After maybe fifteen years, I got that macho man to finally go down on
me.  He had always said that a real man never ate pussy.

"A real man ruled the bedroom.  And, I went along with it.  For the
next five years, Bill would give me maybe thirty seconds of oral sex
and then hop on.

"After we were done screwing, he would roll over and go to sleep.  He
would leave his mess in me and on me for me to deal with in the
bathroom afterwards.

"When I returned to the bed, his snores would already be sounding.

"And then I read a book.  I found the book in the locker room at the
spa and recognized only that it was pornographic from its cover.  I
quickly put it into my tote bag and looked at it after I got home.

"When I finally did sit down to read it later that night, it opened an
entirely new world for me.

"It was written by a woman that had been married for twenty-six years
and looked forward to her fiftieth anniversary.

"This woman had started out her marriage with the same attitude that I
had.   She had catered to the wishes of her husband.  She had put her
own needs second and, like most men, he had taken advantage of her.

"She described, in detail, how she’d begun experimenting with B&D -
that’s bondage and discipline for the uninitiated - and their
relationship had begun to change from that moment.

"She learned that most men are like a little boy inside.  Raised by
women, they grew up accustomed to female authority.

"She claimed that, unconsciously, men craved this submission to the
lady that they loved.  She said that, unfortunately, this was both a
well kept secret and a secret that most women were unprepared to
exploit to their own advantage.

"She went on to describe, in detail, how a wife could - step by step -
train her husband to serve her needs and to put his needs a distant
second in the priorities of the bedroom and in their life together.

"For the past six months, I have been working with Bill using these
same techniques.  You got a small sample of the results this morning.

"I now enjoy having a totally subservient husband at my command at all
times.   In the bedroom, it is Bill who now spends his time with his
head between my thighs or his tongue between my buttocks.

"Gloria, I’m here to tell you - you haven’t lived until Dave spends
an hour or two licking your ass-crack and french-kissing your asshole.

"The first time that I had Bill lick my ass clean after he had just
cum down the groove, I loved the satisfaction of knowing that he was
now the one that ate the cum.

"Now, when I allow Bill to cum in my pussy, it’s before he goes down
on me.   When we are done screwing now, I don’t go into the bathroom
to clean up his mess.  He licks it clean.

"When I go to sleep, it is with his face between my thighs, licking
and sucking. When I awaken in the morning, he knows that I’d better
not find one drop of his cum remaining.  He knows that, if I do, he
will start the day as he did this morning."

Peggy finally took a break from her kinky monologue and reached for
her cup.   Again, had I not earlier heard the sounds of the paddle and
Bill’s crying, and seen the ritual before his departure - with the
evidence of the paddling evident on his red face - I might have
thought this to be a joke.

Because I had heard and seen these things, I knew that it was no joke.
Because I knew that it was not joke, I realized, my thighs were
literally drenched from my juices that had run like syrup during her
story.

Finally, I had to break the silence.  "What can I say, Peggy?  I guess
for starters, I should thank you for your trust in discussing this
with me and your intentions behind allowing me to witness what I did
today.  I doubt, though, if Dave would ever go along with this type of
a program on a regular basis."

"Let me tell you more, Gloria, before you jump to any conclusions.
Let me share with you what I have learned in the past six months.

"There are basically two types of whippings that I give Bill.  The
first is what I call a training whipping.  That is what he got this
morning.

"The second, I call a punishment whipping.  There is one minor dynamic
that is not the same between the two.  A training whipping is
administered while he is horny - before he’s ejaculated.

"A punishment whipping is delivered after his ejaculation -
immediately after.

You see, the boy in him, the masochist, enjoys the training whipping.

"Don’t get me wrong.  The training whipping hurts.  You heard Bill
crying.   Trust me.  He was hurting a bunch this morning.  But, the
pain of the paddling that he got today was at least partially
mitigated by his lust.

"Sometimes, when I’m whipping him, his dick gets hard.  But, if you
could hear him scream - through the gag in his mouth - when he is
caned after his ejaculation, you would understand the total lack of
any enjoyment on his part.

"If he fears a training whipping, he is terrified of a punishment
whipping.

"This evening, Bill will receive both a training whipping and a
punishment whipping.  You will see and learn for yourself the very
great contrast between the two." VI

Although Peggy’s revelations of the morning had been rather unusual,
I’d not been particularly shocked.  After all, after twenty years of
marriage, the raising of two children, and the usual exposure to
popular culture with its references to sadomasochism, etc., I’d been
less than totally ignorant of such practices prior to her unexpected
news.

She had asked me to return to their house around five o’clock since
Bill was due home shortly after that and she wanted me to be there to
see how she dealt with him.

Although part of me was somewhat embarrassed by the events of the
morning and what I was to witness later on, I had to admit that the
prospect of having my husband Dave under my control for a change was
not at all unappealing.

Dave was due to return home from a business trip the following
afternoon, so I had the evening to myself.  With him out of town for
the night, I had no worry on that score.

Peggy had said that this would be the first time that she had
disciplined Bill in front of another person and that she was looking
forward to the humiliation that he would feel from this new
experience.

After talking at length about specific techniques of bondage and
discipline, Peggy had explained that the aspect of humiliation was
important to the relationship in that it reinforced the feelings of
submissiveness or subservience on the part of the "bottom" and was
conducive to maintaining the proper status-quo in the long run.

She had emphasized that the psychological aspects of the relationship
were as important as the spanking, whipping, etc.  As far as the
intimacy of what was to transpire in the evening’s activities, I was
only a bit concerned.

Dave and I had shared nude hot-tubbing and sun-bathing with Peggy and
Bill on more than one occasion but there had never been anything
overtly sexual about these encounters. 

I had never, for example, seen Bill sporting an erection.  On the
other hand, I was not a total babe in the woods and felt that I would
be able to deal with the situation.

After I had left Peggy’s, I had returned home to a day of house
cleaning (a chore that Peggy said was now totally taken care of by
Bill - and, one that I could pass to Dave, she assured, if I had him
on the same program) and did some grocery shopping.

After stowing the food, I took a nap and soaked in the tub for a
while.

As I had returned to Peggy’s house a little before five, my head had
been full of mixed emotions.  What would Dave say if he knew what I
was doing with my evening?  I knew the answer to that one.  He’d
shit!

On the other hand, I rationalized, perhaps (if Peggy was right) he
would eventually come to embrace the lifestyle that Peggy and Bill
enjoyed.  If that was the case, I told myself, the evening’s events
were merely necessary "research" that was to the ultimate betterment
of my marriage.  VII

These thoughts were running through my head as I let myself in the
back door of Peggy’s house and called out, "Peg, I’m here".

I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was in the bathroom
when she answered.  "Hi.  Come on back.  I’m just cleaning up a bit."

I walked down the hallway to the master bathroom and through the open
door.  I entered the bathroom to find Peggy still in the bathtub and
seeing her firm breasts above the water was again jealous of her
athletic body.

She was one of those people who could eat anything that she wished
with no worry of gaining weight.

At 5 2 and 120 pounds, Peggy made me feel overweight at 5 7 and 145.
She constantly told me that I looked good - as did Dave and others -
but after a chubby childhood, I guess that I will always feel like
I’m too big.  Oh, well.  Finishing up with her bath, Peggy asked me
to hand her a towel.  When I turned back to face her with a towel in
my hand, she was standing.  I immediately noticed that she had shaved
her pubes completely bare since I had last seen her in the nude.  This
was new!  The lips of her vulva looked almost child-like in their
hairlessness and Peggy smiled as she spoke to me.

"Are you going to stare at my pussy forever or can you hand me a
towel?"

She laughed to ease my embarrassment and I handed her a towel.

"So, how do you like the new look?  I followed the advice of the woman
who wrote the book that I was telling you about this morning.  With no
hair in the way, it is so much better for Bill to lick and suck
without having to stop and pick hair out of his teeth.

"Further, because, as I told you this morning, he is now responsible
for cleaning me up with his mouth after we have sex, it is possible to
leave no trace of his semen after he is done."

"I like it.  I hope that I don’t sound like a lesbian when I say that
it makes your pussy pretty.  It looks like the petals of a flower
without the hair to cover it.  Does it itch?"

"It did at first but after a while it started to feel like normal and
you wouldn’t believe how it feels to have Bill’s tongue attend to
every square inch without the hair reducing the sensation of his
tongue and lips to the skin."

Following Peggy into the bedroom, I found myself admiring her firm
bottom and wondered at myself.  I’d never felt any sexual attraction
to another woman and was surprised at my feelings.  Sitting on the bed
and watching her as she stepped into a skirt - without panties - I
listened intently as Peggy continued to "teach".

"Many people into this lifestyle prefer to wear leathers and high
heels…that sort of thing.  I think that all of that is a bunch of
nonsense.  It’s certainly not what Bill and I are about."

So saying, she pulled a midi-blouse over her head and walked to the
mirror to brush her hair.  "You notice that I lam without panties and
bra.  I dress this way for convenience.

"Before the night is over, Bill will be spending a great deal of time
with his mouth paying homage to me - front and back.  Underwear would
simply get in the way.

As Peggy finished saying this, I could hear Bill’s car pull into the
driveway and I looked expectantly to Peggy to see if she had also
heard it.  End of Book I, Part I, Welts, Female Domination In An
American Marriage

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