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Jenny Pt. 01

By: blane75



My thanks to Doug for lighting a fire under me (metaphorically), to Rich for some encouragement, but most to Seurat, who came out of retirement to help me finally get the words out. Since I like surprise stories, I try to speak more from the person getting the surprise.

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Jenny, part 1

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Mike sat in the SUV, his temper near the bursting point. He looked in vain through the fogged up windows at the rain outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend Jenny so they could end this stupid shopping trip and get back to the beachhouse. He had eleven days off from work, and so far the first two had been spent trying to find things to do until the rain let up and they could actually enjoy the beach.

Not that he was much of a beach person. This whole little trip had been her idea, a way for them to get to know each other better. He knew enough about Jenny already. Her family had enough money to own a house at the beach in a little New England town. She was shy when it came to doing anything in bed While she was willing to spend the better part of two weeks alone with him, she was not willing for either of them to go past some heavy petting. The time wasn't right, she said. It better be the right time soon, he thought, or this trip would probably be the cap to their relationship. Mike used his shirt to rub the fog from the window again, and this time he saw her.

Jenny was standing under the awning of one of the little shops that lined the main street, a pile of pink and black shopping bags arrayed around her feet so as to be out of the rain. When she realized that he saw her, she started waving frantically, motioning him to come join her. Great, he thought, two hours sitting in the SUV while she did some 'quick' shopping, and now he was going to be dragged into the stores himself. He tried to time his sprint from the car, but ended up getting soaked anyway. It didn't help his mood at all.

Jenny greeted him with a peck on the cheek and, evidently ignoring the scowl on his face, told him, "One more place honey, right around the corner. I remember it from when I was a little girl, and I thought you might like to see some history of the town."

Mike gave out an irritated grunt in acknowledgement.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It's a little shop with the town museum in the back. I promise it won't take long. Besides, I need your help with my packages." She smiled coyly, "I think I got some outfits you might like." Mike's heart beat a little faster at the thought, though he knew it probably wouldn't be anything more than a new dress or some such thing. Jenny was good at teasing him. Her current outfit of shorts, t-shirt, bikini underneath, and a pair of sandals pretty much matched his own in simplicity. He thought she would look much better in a catholic school girl's outfit, but doubted greatly that she had picked up anything of the sort.

Mike picked up a number of the bags, and found them suprisingly heavy. Tufts of back and pink tissue paper stuck out the top, hiding the contents. "What do you have in here, anyway? Rocks?"

Jenny gave him another peck on the cheek, "that's for me to know, and for you to wonder about. Now, c'mon, it looks like we got a break in the rain. It's just around the corner."

It wasn't just around the corner, and the break in the rain didn't last long enough for their mad dash. The two of them entered the shop dripping wet. It was yet another in what seemed to be the standard for the town: a storefront rowhouse built a few hundred years ago. The place smelled slightly of lavender and old people. A little old lady sat behind the counter and looked up from her knitting to eyed them suspiciously. Jenny made some small talk about the town and how she had spent her summers there and Mike just zoned out completely. The shop was filled with curios from local artists, with painted seashells and handcarved waterbirds seeming to take up most of the space. Mike put the bags down next to Jenny, and asked the little old lady where the bathroom was. "That diner food from this morning doesn't seem to like me anymore." She pointed to a door at the rear of the store, reminded him not to make a mess and to leave the fan on, and he trotted off, suddenly unable to control his bowels. 

When he returned, Jenny asked if everything was alright. "Yeah. I think I am pretty much drained at the moment. Wanna stop for lunch on the way back?"

"You're hungry after that?"

"Empty is more like it. What do you say a quick burger, and then you can put on a fashion show?"

"We can. Let's take the tour first, though." She handed him the bags again. His arms were starting to get tired and he shivered uncontrollably from the air conditioning but before he knew it, Jenny was dragging him through a curtained doorway in the back of the shop. "Hurry up, will you? It's normally closed this time of week, and I had a hard enough time convincing that old lady to let us in. I don't want her to change her mind."

After a walk down a short hallway, past the actual entrance from the outside (with a "closed" sign in the window), and down a short flight of steps, Mike and Jenny entered the first room of the museum. To Mike, it didn't seem much better than the shop upstairs. The room was mostly dark, with luminescent tape marking the path across the tiled floor. A number of ceiling spotlights illuminated wall mounted exhibits of clothing and placards that dotted the perimeter of the small room. In all, it seemd nothing more than somebody's converted basement.

Jenny got out her camera and started taking pictures of the displays, and excitedly moved from one spot to the next. Mike quickly lost interest, and his mind wandered to the fact that he could see Jenny's black bikini top through her clingy wet T-shirt. His own bathing suit seemed to tighten a little while he stared at her. 

The second room was at least a little more interesting. There was a half-decent scale mock-up of the ship the town settlers had come from europe in, as well as a diorama of the original town. Jenny chattered about the town founders and how her family had been on the original town council. Mike's mind went totally blank again after he started noticing little incongruities, like turn of the century items on the ship of the deck, or poorly done up indians (in war paint) trading with the people in the village mock-up. At least the air conditioning wasn't as bad down here. Mike stopped shivering, but could feel the creeping cold in his bones.

"I can't believe it's still here!" Jenny called from the next room. Mike hadn't even noticed that she had moved along. He shuffled into the next room, the bags seemingly getting heavier and heavier in his arms. The third room looked to be the worst so far. Mannequins in period dress lined the exterior of the room, most lit with their own spotlight. A number of the spotlights were burned out or at half strength. The effect was that a number of the mannequins were now creepy shadowed figures in the darkness. Jenny was in the middle of the space, looking at a well worn and old-looking but obviously pretend set of stocks. A set of phony looking levers, meant to look ominous, were attached to the side. "Mom used to threaten us all the time with this thing. She said that anybody placed in the stocks were at the mercy of the townspeople, and depending on what they did, punishments could get pretty nasty. She said they used to do public executions and stuff way back when."

"Yeah? What did your dad say about it?"

"I don't remember him saying anything about it. Him and mom have a strictly set-up relationship. He never commented about how she raised us kids, or what threats she used to keep us in line. But those stocks always used to scare the spit out of us when we were younger."

Mike had had enough. "Jenny, those aren't real. Those look like they came out of Disney - see the holes for the head and wrists? Those are way too big. You could slip your head in and out, and the same with your hands. It's like the rest of this place, a tourist trap. Just meant for picture taking."

"Stop being such a spoil sport. They seemed real enough when I was a kid. Here," she offered him her camera,"take my picture in the stocks, so I can send it to mom. She'll get such a kick out of it!" Mike put the bags down and took the camera while Jenny walked behind the stocks, bent over at the waist, and put her head and hands through the holes. Her camera was bit more complex then the one he carried, but he figured out enough to take a picture. She smiled at him, and he snapped of a picture.

"Can we go now?" he said, his irritation coming out in his voice.

"Not yet. There was something else I remember, and I would like a pic or two of it while we're here. Jenny pulled out of the stocks and started walking around the mannequins. She stopped in front of one where the light had gone out, and fiddled with it in the dark for a moment. "Put this on, would you?" Jenny then took off her shirt and hung it over the head of one of the nearby mannequins, and walked around the stocks, After she put her head and hands through again, she looked at him standing there. "Well?"

Distracted momentarily by her bikini clad top, Mike looked down at the piece of leather in his hands. He unfolded it and saw that it was an executioners mask, which would cover the back of his head and his face as low as his nose. "Ew,"he said, "I'm not putting this crap on . Who knows where it's been? Besides, isn't this a little..um..kinky? What if that old lady catches us?"

"She isn't coming down here for anything short of a hurricane, and I'm pretty sure we have the place to ourselves. Just c'mon, already. Pretend like your about to give me a little punishment." She smiled coyly again at him. "Put the camera on timer and set it on that chair over there, then stand next to the stocks." Jenny talked faster and the pitch of her voice was a little higher, both which betrayed her excitement at doing something they shouldn't. Mike paused for a moment, then figured he might as well make her happy. He pulled the chair over and aimed the camera, then set the timer for 30 seconds. Then he quickly pulled the hood onto his head, adjusted the eyeholes so he could see, and stood next to the stocks. The hood was tight, and smelled new or at least recently cleaned. "Cross your arms, like your about to condemn me to some horrible fate or something." Jenny said.

Mike quickly crossed his arms, and the flash went off. He started to pull off the hood when Jenny chirped up again. "Wait! This time, stand a little closer to me. I have another idea." Mike pulled the hood back down, and set the camera for another 30 second delay. This time, he stood in front of the stocks, and crossed his arms. He felt the finger's of Jenny's hand slide up the inside of his thighs, pushing them apart, and he unconciously spread his legs a little to give her more access. Her hand reached up and cupped his quickly stiffening cock when the flash went off. It was the first time she had ever touched him below the waistline, even through clothes.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Didn't you like?" she giggled.

"Sure I did, I was just wondering where that came from."

"Well, I figured if I was going to be in the stocks, I should have at least been naughty." The coy voice was being used again, but his time it was really getting to Mike. "In fact, set the timer for a minute. I want another picture." This time her smile was downright devilish.

Mike quickly arranged the camera timer, the sexual tension in the room adding speed to his actions. When he had the timer set, he moved back to the stocks. "Get behind me. Shirt and sandals off!" Mike moved around behind her as quickly as he could, pulled off his shirt and threw it in the general direction of where he kicked off his sandals. She stuck her ass up in the air a little, and wiggled it back and forth. "Now get in close." Mike adjusted his bathing suit and then pressed the front of his shorts up against Jenny's ass. His cloth covered erection fit nicely in the valley between her ass cheeks, and she wiggled a little just as the flash went off. Jenny continued to wiggle, grinding herself into his erection. Mike returned her grind and pressed himself into her even harder. His voice was a little strained when he said, "what do you say we get out of these wet shorts and, um, continue this a little."

Jenny's face was flushed, but her voice was controlled and innocent sounding. "Gee, sir, I'm not quite sure what your intentions are. Mother says I am to remain pure and untouched until I marry my one true love." That quick, she backed out of the stocks and wriggled out of her wet shorts, but left the black bikini on. She smiled in a way he had never seen before, all mock innocence, and slowly turned and put her head and arms back in the stocks, raising her ass high in the air again. She wiggled a little more for the effect. "I hope that whatever punishment you have in mind isn't going to be too harsh."

Mike hurriedly dropped his shorts and bathing suit, then siddled up behind her. The whole situation was beyond what he had expected out Jenny. He put his hands on her hips and strated to rub his erection between her bikini clad cheeks. This time her voice was raspy, almost gutteral, and he could tell she was breathing heavily. "Did you set the timer?"

"What?" Mike stopped momentarily.

"Pictures, or it didn't happen. Or in this case, won't even have a chance of happening." 

Oh my god, Mike thought, who is this girl? The sweet, demure Jenny he had come to the beach with seemd to be a totally diferent person. Mike stumbled his way over to the camera. His erection slapped wildly into his legs until he decided to use one hand to contain it, and he set the timer for a minute once again. "Press the red timer button twice," Jenny called out, "that way it will just snap off pics every few seconds and without the flash, and we won't have to interupt anything again." Mike did as instructed, and made his way back to Jenny's rear. He could see that her body now had a sheen of sweat, and he slowly slid her bikini bottoms down to her thighs. He took his erection firmly in hand, and started to rub the head of his cock around Jenny's now exposed pussy.

"Protection?" she asked.

Mike was distracted and didn't catch on at first. He rubbed her pussy lips with his finger, and found that she was very aroused and wet.

"I said, do you have protection?" she repeated. Her voice wasn't coy at all. In fact, it was without any real emotion. He snapped out of his daze.

"Uh...no, I don't have protection. I wasn't expecting..."

She cut him off, "then we'll have to do something else. I 'm not going to risk getting pregnant"

"Jenny, I promise I won't..."

She cut him off again, "Don't ruin it now." Jenny pulled out of the stocks and turned around to face him. She looked irritated. "Looks like I am going to have to be a little more in charge today than I had originally planned." She grabbed of his erection, her hand cool against his hot flesh. Quick as that, her voice changed back to coy and sexy. "Do what I say, and I promise you a happy ending to this trip."

Mike caught the hint, and smiled. Her hand felt good, and the promise of a 'happy ending' could only mean one thing.

Jenny pulled her bikini bottoms back in place. "Give me the hood, and get yourself in the position. We might get some good pictures out of this day yet." Mike snapped to, pulling off the hood and handing it to Jenny, then put his head and arms through the stocks holes. This was a side of her he had never expected. Jenny's bare feet made no noise as she walked back to the camera, and she started rifling through the shopping bags. Mike couldn't see what was happening, as the spotlight above him blinded him from seeing anything in the darkness that pervaded the rest of the room. There was a moment or two of silence, then Mike her the sound of a drawn out zipper. A moment later, he heard the sound of another zipper, again long and drawn out.

There are times in every movie or story where the participants in the storyline suddenly realize the position they are in, and begin to have doubts about what was going on. For a brief moment, Mike thought about where he was, the position he was in, and the way the day was going. And he realized that his sex drive overruled everything else. As it often does to people in situations like this, at least until it is too late.

"Jenny? What are you doing back there, babe?" The was a moment of urgency and doubt in his voice. He had been so close to finally nailing her, and there was still a good chance of them actually having sex today if he didn't screw things up. He didn't want anything to interupt the party now. When Jenny stepped back into the light, Mike gasped. Jenny was still in the black bikini, and had put the hood on. That combined with the black leather boots she was wearing gave her a whole new look. Almost evil. She was also wearing a pair of black latex gloves, and carried one of the pink bags in her hand.

"Wow." His heart began to beat rapidly. The whole scene seemed so surreal. His doubts surfaced briefly agian, but died due to lack of oxygen rich blood, which seemd to be occupied in other places of his body at the moment.

"Wow, indeed. No more talking, unless it is to answer a question." She had switched back to the cold, steely voice.

"Sure, whatever you say. Let's do this!" Even as he said it, Mike realized the mistake he had made. Jenny slowly walked over to him, and crouched down so that her face was next to his. She had freshened up her makeup and perfume at some point, probably when he was in the bathroom, and the scent filled his head. But instead of looking happy and smiling, her lips were drawn into a thin, angry line. Her voice was low, and her words were almost a whisper.

"All day long you have been complaining. About the the house, the beach, the shopping, the food, the weather. This whole week was supposed to be so that we could spend time together and get to know one another, and you have done nothing but bitch for that last two days. Well, I am tired of it, and I think it's time that you are shown the error of your ways. If you speak again without being spoken to first, I'll gag you. If you understand, say 'Yes Ms. Jenny'".

This changed the situation a little for Mike, and he wasn't sure what to do. "Uh, yes Ms. Jenny."

"Good. Have you ever gone down on a woman, Mike?" Her use of his name in this situation seemed a little off-putting, like he was in an interview or something. It was cold and sterile sounding. It and certainly wasn't the Jenny who had been panting for him just moments ago.

"Yes, one of my old girlfriends liked me to..."

She cut him short, "Good. As they say, 'you are what you eat'. If at any time things get to be too much, if you feel you aren't man enough to fill my needs, if you just get so scared of what might happen instead of going with the flow and trusting me, you need only say the words, 'I'm a pussy' and we will stop immediately. This is the only exception to the 'no speaking' rule. Say the words now, so that I know you understand."

"I 'm a pussy."

"Very good. If you say those words, I'll know what kind of man you really are. And what kind of man is that, Mike?"

"A pussy." Mike wasn't so sure of this game anymore. He could still back out of the stocks and leave, just forget about the whole trip , and go home. It wasn't too late.

Jenny got up, picked up the bag, and walked around behind Mike. He heard the bag hit the ground with a thud that remined him of just how heavy they were, and Jenny rustled around in it for a few moments. He thought about pulling out of the stocks to see what she was doing, then thought better of it. He had never seen this side of Jenny, let alone thought she had it in her. He wasn't sure what to do, but figured he would play along for now.


Jenny Pt. 01



"You know, Mike, you were right about these stocks looking like they were out of an amusement park. In fact, they were designed to look that way. That way, they could be left out in the public view, and only a select few would be in on the secret. You see, you didn't notice this lever here, which closes the stocks." Jenny flipped one oth small levers on the side and suddenly there was pressure around Mike's wrists and his throat, and he knew he wouldn't be able to pull himself out. "So you lose a point on observation." The whole situation was suddenly and completely out of his control, and the reality of it hit him hard. He started to panic until he heard her whisper, "Don't worry babe, I'll take care of you." It sounded more like the Jenny from out on the sidewalk, and not the 'Ms. Jenny' he had so recently encountered.

There was a squirting noise, and Jenny moved around behind Mike. Her left hand reached around him and started to caress his flagging erection, which responded immediately. Jenny's hand continued to tease and stroke him, alternating between a heavy, firm grip and a light, teasing touch. He let out an involuntary moan. Each time the pressure of his orgasm would build to the moment of release, Jenny would stop short and leave his erection to swing in the air. Her other hand joined the first, and completely covered his erection in a thick, cool goo. Her hands now slid easily up and down his erection. Mike's breath was shallow and rapid as his orgasm built once again. And again, Jenny stopped her tease just short of his orgasm. Mike almost called out to her, but remembered the rule about talking. He waited in silence for her to do something. After a moment, her heard the squeeze bottle again.

Her right hand reached between his legs, and began massaging a thick goo onto the base of his cock, and then on the soft spot between his balls and his anus. He spread his legs to give her more working room and, as he did, he felt the hand trace a line from his balls to his anus. His whole body tensed at the touch. Jenny placed the tip of one of her fingers at his anus, and gently worked the gel covered first digit inside.

"So, Mike, would you like to trade a simple handjob in for something a little more...exotic?"

Mike's body had started to relax a little from the initial intrusion, and while it felt odd, he realized it wasn't unpleasant. "Yes, Ms. Jenny."

In response, she began working the finger in a little deeper while her left hand made sure he remained hard by keeping up a the stroke and tease action. Soon, Jenny added a second finger to the first, stretching his anus a little wider. He grunted at first, but made sure he didn't say anything. The penetration was pleasurable in way, but Mike thought there was something wrong and degrading with the concept of something, anything, being put inside his ass. Jenny moved to a more upright position, and the two fingers retreated, and after a pause what felt like three fingers started to press in. Mike relaxed a little more to allow access, then realized that Jenny had let go of his cock. The new object in his ass pressed deeper than the single digit had. Mike felt Jenny position herself behind him, all the while keeping the object inside him. There was a momentary fumbling of something, then Mike felt Jenny's gooey hands on his hips, drawing herself in close and driving the object deeper inside him. He felt like she was about to tear apart as he was stretched, the object was filling him so much.  Jenny slowly pulled back, then moved back in again with increasing speed. Mike couldn't take the combination of pleasure and degradation anymore, and his cock started to wilt without the constant touch.

He was about to cry out for her to stop when she spoke again, "You want me to tell me to stop, but you like it, don't you? There's no shame in this, Mike. If you want me to keep going but think it makes you any less of a man, you have permission to ask me to stop."

"Ms. Jenny, please stop. Please, Stop!"

Jenny bent over Mike, her hips still thrusting the strapon dildo in and out of his ass. Her hands grabbed his semi erect cock with both hands and starting jerking in in earnest. "There you go, bitching again. Since you can't seem to stop, I'll just have to accept the fact that you are going to be a bitch. My bitch."

"You said you would stop!"

Stop? Why would I do that? I'm just getting started. I just said you had permission to ask." He could almost hear the evil in her voice, "Don't worry, bitch, I'm wearing protection. You won't get pregnant." Her ministrations quickly brought his cock to full rigidity again, and this time she didn't seem to want to just tease him with her grip. "Of course, I think I like the way your cock feels, so I am going to add it to my collection. And I think it's about time for my little cock to come." 

Jenny had built up a rythym between her thrusts into his ass and her stroking. Each time she was fully in, she would grind into him for a moment or two Mike tried to squirm away, but the stocks held his arms and head firmly in place, and any actions on his part did nothing more than to drive the dildo in and out further. Mike felt his orgasm suddenly reach it's peak, and Jenny slammed home once more and ground into him even harder. Her own body shuddered in orgasm as she milked him dry. It took a little while for the spasms to subside, and all the while she stroked him until he was completely flaccid.

After a moment, Jenny stood up, and slowly drew herself out of Mikes ass, leaving him feeling very empty and drained. Tears streamed down his face, but even Mike wasn't sure if it was from the humiliation of what just happened or the fact that he had, in some way, enjoyed it. Jenny walked around in front of him again, and over to the edge of the light. She was covered in sweat, and walked a bit unsteady. Over her bikini bottoms she wore a pair of black latex shorts with a small black dildo protruding from the front. With a twist she pulled a condom off the dildo, and dropped it into a nearby wastebasket. Then took off the gloves and deposited them too.

She turned to face him, her lips pressed into the thin line again. "This is how it can work, bitch. So far, you haven't used your safeword - that phrase I told you about earlier. I did a lot of shopping this morning, and those bags are filled with, shall we say, things that will keep us entertained until the rain lets up. I think we could have a lot of fun together, now that you know how I like things to operate. This is your one and only chance to speak freely, if you want. Let me know what you think."

Mike in turmoil, and his body was spent. "It's sort of hard to discuss this right now" he said, with a slight bit of sarcasm in his voice, "you have me at a disadvantage."

"That's because I have something special in mind if you want to continue, and I don't want you to escape just yet. Forget about speeking freely, you had your chance. If you want thisweek to continue with me in control, tell me that's what you want. A simple 'yes, Ms. Jenny' will do. If you would rather get into my pants using your charms, just like you would with any other girl, and leave any chance of this behind, then say 'I'm a pussy' and we'll see how things play out. This will be the last time I explain the rules, since you are new to this."

Mike thought about it for a good minute or two. Jenny watched and waited.

He would always have an out. There was something exciting about the whole thing, the whole situation, that he had never experienced before. As long as he could stop it if it got to be too much, he would would be okay. Some of his pride resurfaced through the haze of what just happened. He could survive anything she dished out, he was sure."

"Yes, Ms. Jenny, I would like to continue." Jenny's smile spread across the part of the face that he could see below the hood, and he could tell that her eyes sparkled.

"Good. You will do everything I say without comment or complaint. You now belong to me, and posessions don't have a say in how they are used. Do you understand, bitch?"

"Yes, Ms. Jenny."

"I am going to release your arms, bitch. I want you to put your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together." She flipped one of the smaller levers that released his arms, and Mike clasped his hands behind his back. He felt Jenny snap a pair of handcuffs tightly around his wrists. She then released his head and pulled him up straight. His neck felt sore from being in the stocks, and he was sure his collar bone was bruised brom hitting the wook of the device.

Mike tested the bonds that held his arms, and found that they were snug without being overly tight, and certainly weren't going to let him move his arms without being released first. Jenny pulled his shirt back over his headreached down to his now flacid cock. "This will never do. If everytime you have an orgasm you let my cock there go limp, well then we will just have to make the time you are stiff a bit longer." Mike watched as she pulled a shiney mesh bag over his cock and balls, then drew the opening nearly shut with a drawstring wire and locked it in place with a little padlock. A second, flexible metal belt connect to the bag and was locked in place. Where his genitals had been there was now a shiney mesh ball the size of an orange. Even if his hands were free, the bag was on tight enough that he doubted he could remove it without hurting himself.

He looked at her with a question in his eye.

"That's just until I can get you fitted with something a little more practical." Jenny stood up and pulled off the hood. She looked Mike in the eyes and he saw something there he had never seen in another female. She gave his the pouch a little squeeze. "This belongs to me now, do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Jenny."

"Good. Don't you forget it. Bitch."



End part 1



Jenny Pt. 02-03



Constructive criticism and comments encouraged. 

Jenny, part 2

Jenny's view.

With the engine on and the heater on full, Jenny sat in the SUV and collected her thoughts. She had waited a good fifteen minutes already, so that the interior was nice and warm. It would give Mike time to clean up the mess he had made on the floor (she armed him with some tissues) and also to calm down. In some way, she felt a bit guilty about the way she had introduced Mike to her 'other side'. Events change things, though, and the time had come for her to put up or shut up. She had changed back into her sandals and a pair of sweats and a shirt she had thought to put in the car for colder weather. She had kept on the bikini, which dried quickly, but had taken off the sopping wet clothes she wore when she had ass raped Mike. The strap-on shorts had been put back into the shopping bag before she left the museum. Mike's shorts and bathing suit were in a plastic bag on the floor behind her.

Ass rape. There was really no other suitable word for it. She had slipped the laxative into his orange juice at breakfast so he would be good and clean when the time came, then prolonged her shopping trip until the time was right. She made sure the dildo on the harness had been the smallest she could find and it was certainly well lubricated. But he hadn't asked for it, hadn't really been prepared for it, and certainly wasn't expecting it. She had raped his ass. And, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it again.

Jenny wasn't a mean person, or truly sadistic. She didn't dislike Mike, or want to really hurt him. But at some point in her life, at some crucial moment, at some precise point of epiphany, she came to the realization that she liked to be in control. She wanted to be the one to pace a relationship, to determine who did what to whom, and explore where things would go. The hardest part of this was finding the right person to explore with. 

Jenny looked over at Mike. He stood just inside the exterior door to the museum, his foot propped like wedge to keep the door from shutting. He was trying to stay out of the driving rain as best he could, but if he let the door fully shut to protect himself then he would have to find another way out of the museum. In his current state, he wasn't able to easily twist the knob to open the door. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, and that limited his actions a bit. In addition, Jenny had pulled his shirt down over his body to keep him warm. Well, that was what she told him. Actually, it just limited his arm movements even more.

She smiled. If she had really wanted to keep him warm, she would have let him put his swimsuit and shorts back on. As it was, she could just make out the silhouette of the mesh containment device as he hid behind the door. It wasn't really an effective measure for chastity. If he wanted, he could take it off with little difficulty, if he could get his hands free. But the psychological effect was beyond measure. She had locked his genitals in place and claimed them as her own. Her smile got more wicked.

Jenny steeled herself for a moment, and got back into character. She could be as cruel and demanding as need be, but she had to remember to adapt to the situation. Crushing people psychologically was easy if they trusted you, but that wasn't what she was looking to do. She wanted to tease Mike, love Mike, take him to places he had never been. She had decided that she was willing to take the chance and take Mike to the next level of their relationship.

As with all relationships, there was risk. Emotions ran high when combined with the things she wanted to do. If she did them wrong, it could hurt or ruin either of them for quite some time.

Jenny reached over and pushed the passenger seat all the way back, then put it in a fully reclined position. She drove the SUV over to the museum door and opened the passenger door, and Mike hobbled out, trying to move as quickly as possible so that nobody would see him. Jenny watched as he flopped into the passenger seat, tried to sit up, but then collapsed onto the seat in a prone position. He was shivering, and his lips were a little blue.

"What t-took you so l-long?" he stuttered out.

Her voice was almost condescending, as if she were explaining math to a five year old. "Mike, I wanted to make sure it was nice and warm in here before I pulled up. I thought it would be better for you that way." And she wanted to make him wait. To be dependent on her. She made sure to use his name, to reinforce his place at the moment. He was 'Mike' only when she allowed him to be.

"I thought that old lady was g-going to come b-back any minute" .

Jenny reached over and pulled the wet shirt from Mikes torso, and then covered him with a beach towel. "There, that should help get you warmer, quicker. Lay back so your blood flows more evenly, and the heat can flow over your entire body." She then proceeded to pull the seatbelt over him and snap it in place. It wouldn't really be effective with him in a prone position, but habits were habits.

"Thanks" he shivered out. She put the car in gear, and pulled out into traffic.

"Mike?" she said, as they pulled up to a stoplight.

"Yes, Jenny?" He could start to feel the warmth of the car work its way into his bones, and was now grateful that she had gotten the interior warm before picking him up.

Her manner was conversational. "The way you addressed me just now was a little irritating. You really have to learn how to stop bitching. I would rather call you by name, but I can refer to you by 'bitch' again if you prefer. I know what just happened was a bit traumatic for you." Deep breath. "I'm sorry that I sprung it on you like that, but if I was going to do it, I thought there was no better time.."

She looked briefly at his eyes, and tried to read the emotions. Was that fear she saw, fear at what she had done, what she had become? Did she see contempt, hatred, uncertainty, or maybe passion or lust? He was too hard to read. He seemed to think over her statement, but before he could respond, she started again in a totally different direction.

"Besides your constant complaining, I've noticed that you are very forgetful. I was wondering what we could do to correct that. I like you a lot, bitch, and think that we could love each other if we do things right. But I don't want you to be mad at me, or for me to be mad at you." Jenny let out a small sigh. "Look, Mike, I don't want a boyfriend that complains all the time or forgets things that I think are important. It means that I would be very irritated all the time reminding him of things he should be doing naturally. If I have to take corrective measures to keep it from happening, I will. I want this relationship to work, but I just can't tolerate you forgetting things I tell you."

Mike thought for a moment. "What did I forget?"

"Well, before I tell you, let's say we lay out some more ground rules first. If you think I am going too far with something, you have every right to say so. But before you speak, you not only need to have trust in me, you have to realize you have trust in me, and in our relationship. And you will always have at your disposal one way to stop everything, but you know that already. Now, if I think you should do something just because it is the right thing to do, and you don't do it, I will give you a demerit. That would be things any gentleman should do for a lady, like holding or door, or for general items of polite manner. If tell you to do something, and you refuse without a damn good reason, I will give you five demerits. If I specifically tell you to do something and you forget, I will give you ten demerits. If you show any other type of disrespect, such as questioning my actions in a sarcastic way, it will cost you ten demerits. I may answer questions so that you can learn, but disrespecting me is a big no-no."

Jenny was much more serious now, and she occasionally glanced at Mike to make sure he understood.

"You may pay off demerits, at my discretion, by requesting or providing me with special favors. For my part, I will show you the love and respect you deserve. I will be your girlfriend, and you will enjoy the benefits of that." Another pause while it sank in again.

"At forty demerits, you are no longer permitted to have an orgasm. It means you have shown me such disrespect that you have to work your way into my good graces before you find release. Seventy demerits is the danger zone. By the time you reach seventy, I will be very angry, and our relationship will be at risk. If you ever reach one hundred demerits, we are done. I will kick your ass to the curb wherever we are. There will be no going back, no reconciliation, no kiss and make up. At that point you will have shown to me that you are not willing to put the proper amount of effort into our relationship. I won't have that. I will keep track of the demerits, but you are free to ask for an accounting when we are in 'downtimes'. I'll explain 'downtimes' later."

She paused again. 

"Mike, I know this sounds a bit weird, but I think that it lays the groundwork out very nicely. All too often, people in a relationship are left guessing as to the status of the relationship until one day one of them says, 'we have to talk...' and it is already too late. Do you understand?"

She knew this was a lot for him, and it was coming at him fast. But she had to do it this way.

"Yeah, I think I got it."

"Good, then lets start." Jenny dropped her voice into her command mode. If she let any emotion get in the way or showed any weakness, it would all be over before she really got it to begin. "Just so that you know, right now I am furious with you, though it doesn't show. I specifically told you in the museum that you were not to speak unless answering a question. You questioned my actions when you got in and asked me 'what took so long'. That's ten demerits for disrespect and complaining. "

"You spoke four times without permission, forgetting what I had told you earlier. Ten demerits each."

"Each time you spoke, you forgot to address me as Ms. Jenny. Five times, at a cost of ten demerits each. Another fifty to the total. I will rescind a total of five demerits for the pleasure I got from fucking your ass and because one of the replies was to thank me for taking care of you, which leaves you with a total of 95 demerits for the last five minutes.. If you fuck up once more, just once, I'll dump your ass wherever we are. Do you understand how precarious your position is?"

The effect was similar to hitting him in the stomach with a bat.

She listened to Mike gulp, but he answered quickly. "Yes, Ms. Jenny"

"Good. I think you have learned a lesson, then. Next, from this point on, 'please' and 'thank you' are permitted speech, without punishment, where appropriate. Understood?"

"Yes Ms. Jenny."

"If we are in public, you may address me as 'Jenny' or as 'my love'. They are appropriate terms of endearment, and are to be expected. What I choose to do with you in private stays private unless I decide otherwise. We don't need to broadcast it with your reference to me as 'Ms. Jenny'. Out of the public eye is another matter. Understood?"

"Yes, Ms. Jenny." 

"Very good." She pulled the SUV to a stop, and threw it in park. The rain outside had abated, if only for a little while. "I need some supplies for today. Three sections of chain, one inch links, one four feet long, one eight feet long, and two three feet long. Four pieces of PVC pipe, 2 foot long, in two diameters. The smaller should be sized so the chain can fit through easily without being loose. The larger should be just big enough to slide over the smaller, like a telescope. Five padlocks, good quality, but with shackles small enough to fit through the chain links. Keyed alike if they have them. One roll of duck tape, two inch wide. One roll of painters tape, two inches wide. You will use your credit card to purchase the items. Can you remember that?"

"Yes, Ms. Jenny."

"It is obvious that you can't go into the store handcuffed, so sit up."

He did as directed, and in one swift motion she caught the hair on the back of his head and pulled it into her, mashing her lips into his and forcing her tongue into his mouth. It took him a moment to recover from his surprise before he returned the passionate kiss, at which point she let him go and pushed him back onto his seat. In just a moment she had him uncuffed.

"That's a little reminder to be good. Let's try to get your total below forty."

She had parked about halfway out in the lot of the local Home Depot. She gently patted the mesh bag containing his cock and balls, and knew he was in a bit of discomfort as things began to react to her earlier kiss. "Since I am not in the mood, *yet*, to display my new cock, I suggest you put on those sweatpants." She pointed to a folded pair of pink sweats just in front of his seat. "Since we are at the beach, you can go without a shirt. Nobody will think twice about it. Put on your sandals, too. I don't want any splinters or nails stuck in your feet. Don't worry about being embarrassed. Nobody here should know you. If anybody asks you about the sweatpants, tell them they belong to your girlfriend and you have no problem with them. Now, get out so I can get us some food. I will be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes. You will receive one demerit for each minute you are late. In twenty minutes I will leave - with you, or without you."

Jenny watched Mike as he started to pull on the sweatpants. This was a make or break moment. The sweat pants were pink, with the work 'juicy' embroidered in white on one ass cheek, and 'bitch' on the other, but she didn't think he saw that as he moved his feet through the fabric. He paused only momentarily, then pulled them all the way up. They were a little large for him, as she had planned, but were not so loose that they hid the pronounced bulge his captive manhood made. He slipped into the sandals, and she handed him the card as he opened the door. Just the credit card, no wallet, just in case he decided no to come back.  Jenny felt a wave of excitement wash over her as she watched him. He slipped easily in to role of submissive, and his actions showed his acceptance of the situation. Mike turned to her, and said, "Thank you, Ms. Jenny."

She smiled with genuine warmth at her new boyfriend. "Fourteen minutes."

They had made it past another hurdle. That, and seeing her 'juicy bitch' trot across the parking lot, had the most pleasant effect on her. He might just be the one, she thought.  It was time to turn things up a notch. 

Jenny reached into the backseat, fussed around until she found the bag she was looking for, and pulled it into the front. Fourteen minutes would be plenty of time to prepare for his next lesson.



End Jenny pt. 2

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Jenny, pt. 3

Mike's view.

Mike jogged across the parking lot. The situation seemed to get more and more surreal. He tried to put the thought out of his head. He had a job to do, and little time to do it.

As long as Mike didn't think about things, he was okay. It was time for him to be on automatic, because deliberation would kill everything. If he thought about what happened at the museum, he started to get an erection, which was not only detrimental to his thinking but very uncomfortable. His ass was a little sore, more from his bout of the runs that morning than from Jenny's dildo. That worried him a little. He had been far too accepting of what happened, and enjoyed it more than he thought he would. Or should.

'Snap out of it!' he thought. He came up with a quick plan on what to do about getting the materials Jenny requested.

He entered the store and moved right up to the first worker he saw. "Excuse me, miss? I am on a scavenger hunt and I have only a little time. Can you help me?" The girl looked him up and down, suppressed a giggle, and helped him get through the list. She even had five padlocks that would work on a single key.

Mike got more than a few looks and snickers as he was led through the store. The do-it-yourself moms and female cashiers seemed to have the most fun at his expense, and it took him a little while to realize why he kept hearing the word 'juicy' as he passed by people. In the checkout line, the cashier asked him if he had a shirt to match the pants, and he told her they belonged to his girlfriend.

"You let her go out in public in them?"

"Why not? I admit, pink really isn't my color, but they do in a pinch for me. She looks good in them." He got a little indignant. "I think they are fine for her."

"My husband would kill me if I wore pants with 'juicy bitch' on the ass."

Mike's head snapped around enough to see the 'Ju' one side, and his face turned bright red. He hadn't noticed the words when he put on the sweatpants. The cashier stifled a grin and handed him his receipt. He made it outside in just under fifteen minutes.

Jenny was waiting in the loading zone, with the hatch already opened. Mike loaded the materials into the back, and moved to the passenger door, which Jenny had opened. The seat was still in the fully reclined position. He looked at her for just a moment, then got in. He was about to say something about the sweatpants, but thought better of it. He noticed that she had somehow found the time to change her clothes. She was now dressed in a loose knee length skirt and a sweatshirt, and a pair of black boots. Maybe the same ones from this morning. Again, his cock painfully tested the tightness of its prison, and he tried to think of something else.

Jenny smiled. To Mike, it was the smile from when they first met. When he thought she was just another girl. All of those thoughts of who she might have been were gone from him now.

"Did you get everything, Mike?"

He wouldn't be caught again. "Yes, Ms. Jenny."

"Wonderful. And right on time. Promptness shows respect, and by being on time, I think you have earned a chance to work off some demerits. Would you like that, Mike?" Her voice was sweetness once again. Jenny put the SUV in gear, and pulled further out into the lot before she stopped again.

"Yes, Ms. Jenny."

"Good. Lie back, please." It was more of a command than a request, he knew. Jenny climbed on top of him, pinning his arms with her legs, and looked down at him.

"Mike, I will tell you right now, I am not like the women in the porn movies or stories you may have encountered. Hell, I may be unlike any other woman you have ever been with.. My clit is not very sensitive normally, and I am certainly not multi-orgasmic. But I will tell you that my orgasms rock my world: I love to have them, and while I do masturbate, I prefer having a partner. If you are going to be my boyfriend, I will show you how to bring me to orgasm. In return, I will return the favor. I will be every woman you ever fantasized about."

Jenny moved forward to sit on his chest, and planted her feet on the back seat. She lifted up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy. It was already shiny with her juices. "Seeing you in those sweats seems to have made me a juicy bitch, too. I had one orgasm this morning, Mike. I think I am ready for another. Lets see how talented your tongue is."

Mike almost got out, "Yes Ms. Jenny" before she lifted herself up and moved her cunt onto his mouth. He tried every trick he knew, read about, or could think of to bring Jenny to orgasm. Suck and nibble, alphabet licks, massage her ass with his hands. At first she was unresponsive, but after a few minutes of attention she seemed to settle into a rhythm of reaction to his ministrations. After what seemed an eternity, he finally felt a shudder ripple through her body, and she lay back. His jaw ached and his tongue felt like sandpaper. His cock ached in its prison. Jenny crawled back into the drivers seat.




Jenny Pt. 02-03



"Not bad, Mike. Not great, but not bad. Five for the effort, five for the result, and five for not making me wait. You're down to eighty total. We need to do something about that. If I am going to be your girlfriend, I want to be able to make you come whenever and wherever I feel like it. You earlier transgressions are limiting me." 

Jenny reached onto the back seat and pulled out a bag, which she dropped on his lap. "You'll find a burger and fries in the bag. You may eat now; I'll wait until we get back to the house. And Mike, you better eat all of it. I know this mornings meal went through you, and you have your strength to keep up."

Mike didn't realize how hungry he was until he took the first bite. The trip to the beach house took less than ten minutes and in that time he finished the burger, fries, and the coke. He made sure to thank Jenny.

While they drove, Jenny explained the third part of their new relationship. The first part, she said, was the introduction and his acceptance of his duties as boyfriend. The second part was all about the manners and how she expected to be treated. The third part was about personal time.

"I know that we can't live our lives doing things like this morning twenty-four seven, Mike." Again, she made sure to emphasize his name. He couldn't figure out why. "You will need downtime to recover, as will I. During 'downtime', we will just be two people learning about each other. I will still expect you to treat me with the utmost of respect, but you will be allowed to talk to me person to person, man to woman. We can snuggle, sit on the beach, watch TV, eat dinner, and do all the things that make up day to day life. You can have time to yourself or to be with friends, if you want, to play golf or basketball or video games, or whatever you want. You can even call me Jenny, if it is appropriate. Is that okay with you?"

She was asking him his permission? "Yes, Ms. Jenny."

"Good. I have a few chores I need you to do, but after that, the rest of the afternoon will be downtime. If you willing to make them, I am sure that I would enjoy a margarita on the beach."

Mike didn't feel the need to answer this time. She was being rhetorical. He knew just as well as she did that he would be making margaritas that afternoon whether he was willing to or not.

Jenny pulled into the beach house driveway. The house was small, but it was on the water and away from the regular world, which was what made it perfect for getting away.

Jenny pulled her shopping bags out of the back seat. "Tonight, I want to see if you can cook. Change into jeans and a sweatshirt, and hit the grocery store. What we eat is up to you, but it better be your best attempt. If you can't cook, pick up something decent. Get some food for breakfast, too. We are running a bit low on supplies."

"While you are out, get two disposable cel phones, with thirty minutes on each. I'm not going to burn through my minutes using long distance if you are just down the street. And while you are out, get a couple of new bathing suits. I want to see you in one of those skimpy Speedos - the smaller the better. Also get a pair of the really big and baggy surfer shorts. Maybe we can both put on a little fashion show tonight. Would you like that, Mike?"

He felt himself blush. This girl - correction - this woman that had taken his anal cherry this morning, actually made him blush with the thought of himself displayed in a bathing suit.

"Yes, Ms. Jenny"

"Very good. A good meal and a show will go far in working off those demerits. Especially if the after-show entertainment is good."

"Put these bags in the bedroom, and then be quick with the margaritas. I'm parched."

Mike watched her as she walked in to the house. She seemed stronger than this morning, and the strength added to her sexuality. What did she have in mind for him tonight? A quick peek in the bags wouldn't hurt. Of course, just the thought of exploring the mysterious bags started a stir in his groin. He was snapped out of his daydream by the pain of his once again growing erection. He grabbed the bags and headed into the house. 

End Jenny pt. 3



Jenny Pt. 04



Constructive criticism and comments encouraged. 

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Jenny, part 4.

Jenny's view.

The beach house was a modest affair. A small bedroom with bath on the first floor, as well as the kitchen, dining area, and an oversized living room with fireplace and a deck leading to the beach. The second floor was a loft, and contained the master bedroom with full bath and a balcony with a Jacuzzi. Her parents had owned it for years, but rented it out for most of the summer to pay the taxes and mortgage. They kept a few weeks for themselves at the beginning and the end of the season, and Jenny had been able to take advantage of those times.

Jenny upended the bags on the bed in the master bedroom, and sorted through things as she ate her lunch. .After about ten minutes, she had put almost all of it away. She could hear the blender in the kitchen. "Mike!" she called.

"Yes, Ms. Jenny?" he called back. She smiled. He was acclimating to the rules so quickly, he might just be the one. He was already on the move upstairs with her drink.

"You better get your ass in gear. I prefer to eat dinner at six tonight, so it doesn't interfere with my television shows."

"Yes Ms. Jenny." After a moment, she heard the door shut. Jenny moved quickly to the balcony with the Home Depot supplies. She took the tubes and slid the narrower sections into the thicker, reinforcing them, then passed the mid sized sections of chain through the pipe. She took the long chain and fed it through the heavy banister posts and connected the chain ends to each end of the chain extending from one of the pipes, then dropped it over the side. It hung like a trapeze bar about eight feet off the ground. Perfect. She then put one padlock on each end of the other tube, and took it and the tape downstairs. She put it and the other chain and padlock on the kitchen table.

Jenny settled on the deck with her drink, and awaited her new boyfriend's return

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Mike's meal of store-bought fettuccini with lobster was passable, and the salad a little more so. He would have to be taught how to cook better. Of course, Jenny thought to herself, he was probably a little distracted by the bar hanging over the passage into the kitchen, or the fact that he was being rubbed raw by the mesh package shoved uncomfortably into his jeans. He had worn his loosest fitting pair of pants, she saw, and forced his cage downward as far as he could. But it still gave him a noticeable bulge.

Jenny had returned from the beach earlier, showered, and dressed in loose fitting jeans and a sweatshirt. The night promised to be a cold one, which was perfect for her plans.

In addition to the meal, Mike also tried his hardest to attend to her. He pulled out her chair for her, made sure her wine glass was full, and was very polite in his conversation. Not once did he forget to refer to her as Ms. Jenny. The dining room had been lit with candles, and the fireplace was going, adding a little warmth to the cool night air. It was as romantic as he could make it. As she toyed with the lemon sherbet he had gotten for desert, Jenny suddenly told him to stand.

"Move over here, Mike, and take off those silly clothes." He stripped as quickly as possible and moved under the hanging bar. Jenny reached unlocked the chain and pouch containing his manhood, which almost immediately started to react to her ministrations. "My cock looks a bit worse for wear, doesn't it, Mike? Being in that cage all day has made it a little raw looking. I have some lotion upstairs on the nightstand. Meet me on the couch for some downtime, and I will show you what a girlfriend does when her boyfriend has a such a nasty boo-boo."

She didn't have to tell him twice. Mike sprinted upstairs, but stopped short of the nightstand. Jenny listened to his footsteps, and knew he was staring at the clothes she had left on the bed for her show tonight. She grabbed a towel and a pair of scissors from the bathroom and put them on the couch. "Hurry up, hon, 'How I met your mother' is about to start." He sprinted back downstairs. She was already curled up under a blanket, and the fire made the room the room cozy. She had the wine bottle and two full glasses waiting. 

Jenny watched as Mike stood at the edge of the couch and looked at her, unsure what to do. "Sit down, silly. This is downtime." She took the bottle of lotion and placed it on the coffee table. 

"I want to feel your arms hold me for a bit." As he sat, she snuggled into him and accepted the feeling of him holding her. She could tell that he was a little at odds with the situation. Here he was, her 'bitch' for most of the day, stark naked and sitting on the couch while she snuggled up to him. His confusion added to the warming effect the wine was having on her. She paid attention to him out of the corner of her eye during the show; his erection subsided after a few minutes of TV.

After the first show ended at eight thirty, she turned to him. "Okay, stand up, please. On the towel." 

Mike snapped to, and replied, "Yes, Ms. Jenny"

"Downtime, Mike, until ten. You don't have to call me Ms. Jenny right now." She watched him relax a little. With a deft hand, she grabbed his limp cock and pulled it to one side, then grabbed the scissors with her other hand and trimmed his pubic hair. His cock reacted to her touch, and the erection that had waned during the television show quickly grew full again. "I always wondered why men expect women to keep their private areas clean but don't keep there own just as smooth. It's just so much neater like this, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ms. Jen...Yes, Jenny. I think so, too. I just never thought about doing it."

When Jenny felt that the hair was trimmed as close as she could get it with scissors, she brushed off the loose hairs and leisurely ran a fingertip along the line from his cock to his belly button. She filled his glass again and handed it to him. "There, that's better. Now, sit back down." 

They began watching the next television show. This time, though, she sat next to him. Her hand rested on his thigh, and gave him a little squeeze when ever a joke stuck her as being particularly funny. Each time, his cock twitched. During a commercial break, Jenny grabbed the lotion, squirted a generous amount into her hand, and rubbed it into the red and raw skin between his thighs. She paid special attention to his balls and cock. She would bring him to the verge of orgasm, then would stop any motion when the television show came on.

"Oh god, Jenny, that feels so good. Don't stop." he moaned out during one of the breaks.

"I thought you might like it. You still haven't gotten your demerit level to the point where you can have an orgasm. I intend to change that tonight."

Her hand continued to caress and rub. "Don't worry, I have something special planned for later. I think you will find it worth the wait. And it won't be just a hand job this time." She knew he had seen the boots and the bustier she had left out. She also knew he hadn't seen anything else.

The nine thirty break in the shows added a new interruption to their night. His cell phone was buzzing away. He looked at her, and she nodded her head. Jenny watched Mike run to his pants to recover it, then return to the couch. She resumed stroking his erection while he sat and talked. Just like any good girlfriend would, she thought. She had to guess what the person on the other end was saying.

"Yeah, hey Ken. How's it goin'? Mike started.

"No, we're here at Jenny's parents place."

"Yes. Correction, not good; I am having a great time." He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"You are such an ass, Ken" he joked.

"Um, I don't know. This is supposed to be time for us."

"Okay, I'll ask." Mike covered the phone with his hand. Jenny stopped stroking.

"What is it, hun?" Jenny asked.

"My friends Ken and his friend Dave are coming down the coast tomorrow, and were wondering if they could crash here tomorrow night. They want to hang out during the day if they get in early enough."

A fly in her ointment, but not one she couldn't deal with. "I guess it would be alright. I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow that can't wait a day."

"Thanks, Jen." He uncovered the phone. "Yeah, it's okay. Lunchtime? Sure. A few miles south of the lighthouse, look for a black SUV beachside. See ya then." He hung up.

As the credits at the end of the nine thirty show began to slide up the screen, Mike asked, "Jen? What exactly did you have planned for tomorrow? I don't want you to rearrange things on account of my friends."

It was like somebody flipped a switch. Her demeanor went from innocent girl cuddling on the couch in a moment of intimacy to the woman that had him in stocks this morning. It wasn't always her tone, she knew. When she was in command mode, she could swear and use all the words that let him know she was a sexual creature. Her voice this time was a growl. "I was finally going to slide my pussy onto that cock, Mike, and ride it until you screamed for mercy."

She switched back to 'happy girlfriend' voice. "But that can wait, I guess."

Mike's mouth hung open in surprise.

"Oh, look at the time. Ten o'clock already. Get up, Mike." Mike got off the couch, still stunned at what she had said, and Jenny could tell he was upset. He would never had made the plans with his friend if he had known that they were finally going to have sex, and she knew it. Hell, she hadn't even thought of teasing him with the idea until he asked.

Jenny finished the last of the wine in her glass and got up to inspect Mike. "Okay, bitch. Downtime's over, and I am ready for your fashion show. Lets see how you look in your baggy shorts. Move!"

She watched as Mike ran into the bathroom, where he had put his shopping bag, and slipped into the surfer shorts he had bought. He stumbled out, trying to zip and button at the same time. While he dressed, Jenny casually walked upstairs. Mike stumbled out into the living room to find it empty.

Jenny leaned over the balcony rail, video camera in hand, and filmed everything. "Fingers clasped behind your head. Let me see that body displayed. Do a spin so I can see everything." Mike did as he was told, and slowly turned so she could see all of him.

"Not bad. The color doesn't work for you, but it'll have to do. Let's see the thong."

Mike trotted out of her view, and came back into the room in a red thong bathing suit. He immediately clasped his hands behind his head again, and slowly turned for her inspection. Jenny smiled at him. He really was becoming a quick learner.

"Mike, it seems that I was remiss in my earlier statement. I didn't trim things well enough. I can clearly see your pubic hair, and I will have not of that if we go out in public. Get into the shower and shave. I want everything south of your ears baby-bottom smooth in thirty. You can leave the legs and arms for now, but if you miss anything front or back you will learn a new meaning for 'sorry'. You'll find shaving cream and razors in the medicine cabinet."

Mike ran out of her sight again, and she allowed herself a little giggle. This was just too much fun.

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Jenny greeted Mike in the living room. The room was now nearly dark, lit only by the fireplace and a few candles. She kept her back to him as he ran back into the room. She admired his promptness, but extinguished the smile on her face and turned to reveal herself to him. She had dressed in the boots and latex shorts again, only this time a larger phallus had been attached, one which was approximately the size of his own erect cock. It was shiny red, and had molded oversized balls hanging below it. The shaft itself was tapered, about an inch and a half at the base, with a flared bulb for a tip. She called it her 'little red devil'. Jenny's breasts were lifted up and out by a shiny black bustier, and she held a riding crop in her red gloved hands. She watched his eyes as he drank in the sight of her.

The things she did, she thought. This stuff doesn't breathe at all, and the boots were only comfortable for short periods of time. But she knew what the sight was doing to him. Especially the vision of the new dildo she was wearing. His fear was a scent that mixed with his body odor. The combined smell was one she was beginning to relish. She also knew that while he stared at her, he would never see the video camera on the tripod. Or the small object on the counter next to him.

"Pull two chairs under the bar" she directed, and pointed to the makeshift trapeze. "Get up on that one, and raise your hands up." Jenny stepped up on the other chair as he did what she ordered, and disconnected the padlock on one end from the chains. She wrapped the loose end from the bar around Mike's wrist, then locked it to the end dangling down from the balcony. She got down, moved the chair, and then attached the other wrist in a similar fashion. She then strolled over to the table and got the second tube and chain.

"Step down." Mike did so, and she noted he could stand comfortably. 

"Spread those legs. Wide!" Mike jumped to the order, and Jenny locked the other bar in place between his ankles.

"I've done some math, refiguring for the drinks and that thing you called a meal. I expect better from now on, by the way. If you can't cook, at least admit it and get some decent take out." Jenny walked around him as she talked, rubbing her gloved hands lightly over his now smooth body. She caught him watch her as she walked behind him, trying to turn without being obvious. His eyes kept dropping to the strap-on. "Are you wondering if I might want to use this on your ass, bitch? I just might, if I'm in the mood later. But first, there is the matter of your demerits."

Jenny rested the head of the dildo between Mike's ass cheeks, and continued talking as if nothing had happened. Every time he tried to move away, she would push it back in place. Soon, he had moved so far forward that he was standing on tip toes. 

His erection began to flag. Jenny would have none of that. She ran the tip of the crop up and down his ass cheeks, careful not to dislodge the dildo from its spot. His cock began to rise again at the caress..

"At last count, you had seventy-five demerits. You can earn back some of them now, if you want. I'll erase all seventy five if you beg me to fuck you in the ass with my 'little red devil'. Or, I can use my riding crop and take off demerits one at a time. One demerit for each stroke of the crop. Would you like to do that instead?"

He thought about it, but she didn't wait for a response.

"If you can take twenty-six swats, that will get you below forty, and you can have an orgasm." Jenny leaned in pressing the head of the dildo deeper. This wasn't an angle for fucking, but she knew that its reassured presence would have an effect. She reached a hand around and pinched his nipple. This time, she whispered for effect. "Hell, get it to thirty and I'll suck you until you pass out." She pulled the head of the dildo out of his ass, and walked around in front of him. "So tell me, do you want to come, bitch?"

She could see the desperation on his face. Maybe if she hadn't reminded him of her clothing, he would have done it. But he saw the phallus again, and his eyes went wide in fear. He nodded. "Yes, please Ms. Jenny."

"Which it will be, crop or cock?" She said, as she moved behind him again. With the tip of the crop she tickled his ass cheek.

Mike squeaked out, "Crop, Ms. Jenny."

Jenny watched Mike's cock twitch to hardness. Each pulse of his heart jerked it more and more erect. "Very well. If this seems like a good idea to you, you can start by announcing how many demerits you have. Nice and clear."

"Seventy five, Ms. Jenny!" 

The first smack was hard and across the fleshy part of his ass, His body arched away from it, and his feet lifted off the ground. He stifled a scream. He hung there, waiting for the next blow. After a moment, his twisting body brought him around to face her.

"Well, bitch" she said, "how many left?"

"Seventy-four, Ms. Jenny." 

The next four blows were much lighter, and across his thighs. After each one, he counted out the new demerit total. On seventy, she gave him another hard strike, this time against his thighs, and Mike yelped. 

She thought it left a beautiful stripe where it hit.

She began mixing up the hard strikes and the soft, and slowly Mike worked his way to sixty, then fifty, then forty. His ass was crisscrossed with bright red marks, but Jenny made sure that she didn't hit him hard enough to cause any damage. A few tears rolled down his cheeks. Jenny stepped to the side and paused in her cropping to lick a few off. "Mmmm, salty."

Jenny walked in front of him, and played with his cock again until it was hard yet again.

"I am impressed, Mike, you took that very well." She smiled the girlfriend smile.

"Now, I believe in options. If you would like, I can bring you to orgasm like I did in the museum. That includes me sliding inside your ass. Of course, I will be using the 'little red devil' here instead of that smaller one from this morning, now that your bitch ass is a bit stretched out from the first time."

"I won't make you beg for the privilege, though." She squeezed his erection, then tapped his ball sack lightly with the crop.

He grunted in pain.

"If you want, we can continue to remove demerits with the crop, and get the count down to thirty, at which point I will give you a blowjob."

Jenny licked her red lips for effect. His erection twitched.

"Or we can just end things for the night at forty, and you can get some rest." She knew what was going to happen, no matter what he chose. But the hope that he still had a say in this matter kept him going. If only he knew, she thought.

"Which will it be, bitch?"

Jenny watched with some trepidation. She would love to take his ass again, but that could wait for another day. She had to mix her punishments and pleasures, keep him confused until the two things melded into one state of mind. A blowjob would show him that she was willing and able to give him pleasure without reciprocation, if she so desired. It would also bring him further into her world.

"I don't know Ms. Jenny." 

Jenny spun him around, squatted, and dipped her head into his crotch. Her mouth opened wide and took in the head of his cock, which she immediately started to lick and suck. She paid special care to the edge of his helmet, where he was most sensitive. Mike bucked at the touch, and his body writhed in pleasure as his orgasm quickly built. She pulled her mouth off and he moaned in frustration.

"Oh god, please don't stop" he slipped out, then added, "Ms. Jenny. I...I choose the crop."

She smiled. "What's the count, bitch?" she commanded.

"Forty, Ms. Jenny"

The next ten she gave him were lighter than before, but Jenny knew that the short respite had made his flesh hyper-sensitive. With each swat, his whole body spasmed. When announced "Thirty, Ms. Jenny", she lay the crop on the counter and picked up the small oddly shaped dildo that rested there. She stepped in front of him again, and began to lick the dildo head before she popped in into her mouth. When she removed it, it dripped with saliva.

Her voice was soft and loving, as it had been when they were on the couch. "This is why I don't like it when your demerit count goes so high, Mike. I really do hate hurting you like this, but I don't see any other way for you to learn." As she said this, she again licked the dildo, swirling the spit liberally around the head.

"What I really want is to make you feel good. This will help."

She smiled again, and ventured a glance at his erection. It was bright red, and precum dripped from the tip.

"Now, since I don't want to ruin these gloves sticking them up your ass, I am going to use this little fellow to help stimulate your prostate. It will feel a little odd going in, but you just tell me when I hit the spot." She pulled apart his now bright pink ass cheeks and firmly pressed the small device against his anus. After a moment, the head popped in, and his rosebud closed around the thinner shaft and held it in place. She pushed it in a little more, found little resistance against the small object, and began to move it around slightly. All the while, she watched his erection. After just a moment, both his body and his cock jerked a little in an involuntary response. His cock now leaked precum generously, and a little more came out as she maneuvered the dildo head against his sweet spot. She let go, and squatted before him.




Jenny Pt. 04



"That must be the spot, yes?"

"Yes Ms. Jenny" he gasped. 

Jenny gripped the base of his erection with her right hand, and once again took the head of his cock into her mouth. As she licked the head, her left hand reached between his legs and wiggled the dildo in small circles, which pressed the head of the dildo against his prostrate. Her right hand firmly but gently stroked his shaft. When she felt him start to buck against her mouth, she stopped and squeezed his erection tightly, effectively cutting off the orgasm. Then she started again, and when he showed signs of orgasm, she squeezed her hand tight again to stop his orgasm. On the third time, instead of squeezing him, she increased her stroke until he began to orgasm, at which point Jenny twisted the dildo back and forth. His body arched in response to her actions, and jet after jet of come shot into her mouth.

Jenny sucked and swallowed as much of his explosion as she could. Even when she was on her knees with a cock in her mouth, she was in control. She wasn't finished yet. 

Mike's body went completely limp as she continued to stroke and suck him. His erection was now waning, and his flesh grew very sensitive. Jenny continued to suck and lick the organ in her mouth, teasing out every last drop of semen. After a minute or so, he couldn't take it any more, and he twisted to get out her grip. Jenny let him go, and stood up, a satisfied smile on her face as she looked at him. He was completely and totally spent. 

Jenny picked up the keys and removed the pipe from between his legs. Then she moved a chair next to him and disconnected his wrists from the second pipe. He stood for just a moment before he collapsed to the floor.

End Jenny pt. 4



Jenny Pt. 05



Constructive criticism and comments appreciated.

-----oooOOOooo-----

Begin Jenny pt. 5

Mike woke to the sun beating on his face. He was not somebody that awoke fully in the morning. Instead, he woke in stages. The first thing he noticed was the sun. The second thing was the pain of his ass cheeks. He rolled over and opened his eyes to see Jenny beside him. She was beautiful. Dressed in one of his t-shirts, she was snuggled next to him and breathed deeply. Mike heard a crunching noise as he rolled over to his other side to get out of bed. His stomach was covered in a dry yellow crust. He brushed some away, and saw a swirling design of a dragon tattooed in brown ink on his abdomen. He certainly didn't remember getting that last night. He brushed off more of the crust, down to his boxers, when he felt something odd. There was more than just his man hood inside his underwear. Flashes of the yesterday pounded through his head, and he realized he had a nice hangover in addition to the aches and pains evident throughout his body.

He pushed down the elastic of his shorts to reveal the rest of the dragon, as well as the new device on his cock.

It was made of stainless steel. One piece locked firmly around the base of his genitals while another, a shell that encased his cock, fit firmly over his manhood and kept it pointing down. There was a built in lock keeping the whole thing together. It was a much more effective device than the mesh bag he had worn the yesterday. He heard Jenny giggle from the bed.

He almost blurted out, "What the fuck?" but caught himself.

She knew his unasked question. "That's to keep your hands off *my* cock. Your friends will be here soon, and I don't want you having any accidents today. Tomorrow night I fully intend to fuck you until you can't move, and I want the smile on your face to last three days. Until I fuck you, I want you to be fully focused on me."

She tapped the chastity device. "That's my insurance. That is not about trust, it is about possession. I put that there to remind you that what is inside belongs to me."

She tapped it again, and continued, "the dragon is a henna tattoo. I did that to show you a little appreciation. I think it looks sexier than hell. Nothing permanent, but I suppose we could get it really inked if you want. Of course, the part I did down below would probably be really painful when the needle starts, especially the tail. I did some fine detailing , I must say. You'll get to see the whole thing tomorrow night. Don't worry about it lasting too long. Unlike a real tattoo, this one will wear off in a week or so."

Mike was dumbfounded. He wasn't restrained this time, wasn't coerced into doing something by his own arousal, and certainly hadn't asked for the tattoo or the chastity device. He had half a mind to force her to take it off him and stop playing these stupid and painful games. He took a step towards her, fists clenched, and caught himself. If he hit her now, he could really hurt her. She watched, but didn't flinch.

"Yes, you could simply take the key from me, if you really wanted." It was as if she could read his mind. "but that would end everything in a bad way."

"You have a safeword, Mike. You can say it right now, and I will take that off and you will never see it again. In fact, we will never even speak about it again. The dragon will remain for a bit to remind you of what you have given up. But I don't think you are going to do that. Part of you liked what happened yesterday. A part of you bigger than just manhood. You want to see where we can go just as much as I want to show you. But as I told you yesterday, any relationship is founded and lives on trust. If you don't trust me about that," she pointed to the cage," then please, use your safeword. Otherwise, we should shower and dress before your friends get here. You can use the shower downstairs, I'll take the one up here."

Mike watched as she passed by him on her way to the bathroom. Part of his mind screamed, "say it! Say the fucking safeword, already." But he didn't. He couldn't. It wasn't just a safeword to him now. No matter what she did, he had his pride. She couldn't take that from him, he could only give that away. And he knew now just why she picked the phrase, "I'm a pussy." As long as he had an ounce of self respect, he wouldn't say those words.

"Permission to speak, Ms. Jenny?"

"We are in still in downtime, love. Believe me, after last night, I wouldn't expect you to be able to do much else but recover this morning."

He tried his best to keep his anger in check.

"Well then, could you tell me why? Did I do something wrong? Why are you doing this to me?"

"No, love, you did everything right. In fact, you were perfect. I that for you as a gift. I keep the key here," she lifted a heart shaped locket from around her neck, "so that I know that no matter where you are, I am in your thoughts. And you will know that you are in my heart."

He looked at the chastity device again. "A gift? A gift for what? And when did you do this??"

"Silly boy. I know that you are going to want to go out with your friends tonight, and that is to make sure that you remember who is waiting for you when you get home. I put it on you last night when I helped you to bed. I didn't do it yesterday, because you have to be fully limp for it to be fitted properly. I got a few extra sizing pieces, so I could make sure it was just right. The tattoo I did because I was bored, and I thought you might like it. You were so tired you passed out, and I could only masturbate for so long." She said it so matter-of-factly, like she had sized a new shirt for him.

Mike was dumbfounded.

"What's the matter, now?" she asked, somewhat irritated.

"It's just that, I was really horny this morning. I was hoping we could do something before Ken and Dave showed up."

"*You* were horny? YOU were horny?" Her voice had elevated to a yell. "I'm the one that had to rub one off last night while you slept! I wasn't going to do this, but I guess you are asking for it." Jenny pulled the handcuffs from the floor on her side of the bed. "Sit down, hands behind your back. You fell asleep before I could put on my part of the fashion show, and right now I don't want you to leave any fingerprints on my new outfit. I'll show you just how horny *I* am."

Mike did as he was told, and she locked his hands firmly in place behind him.

"You wait right there. I'll show you horny." He could tell that she was angry, but she hadn't stopped the downtime yet. Jenny got off the bed, grabbed one of the bags from yesterday morning, and slammed the door shut behind her as she went into the bathroom.

After about ten minutes, the door opened. Mike watched, but it took a moment for Jenny to appear. Her voice was calm again. "Mike, I just wanted to show you just how horny I am. I was going to save this for when I could get your cock in me, but since you insisted that you were horny too, I thought I would give you a little taste."

Jenny stepped into the bedroom and revealed her outfit. She had on high heeled, knee high red leather boots. A crotchless red fishnet body suit pressed against her flesh. Her hands were encased in the red gloves from the night before, only now there was a matching red leather bustier that supported her breasts. A long red leather tail was attached to a belt around her waist, and she had two pointy red horns stuck to her forehead. Her lips were a matching blood red. "You wanted horny? Then I'll show you how horny I am."

Mike's cock began to grow inside it's shell. Jenny looked like a sex demon.

Jenny's voice dropped to the growl, "Last night you met my little red devil. He really wanted to fuck your ass, but I held him back."

Her hand moved to her crotch, then slid up her body and caressed her left tit. "Well, this is the big version, and it likes to fuck even more. In fact, I have been saving this idea for just the right person, because once this horny devil is released, there is no going back."

Mike felt his cock twitch harder inside it's shell. His cock filled the small amount of extra space he had inside. The forced confinement ceased it's ability to grow, and the his discomfort grew into pain.

Jenny strode across the room, overemphasizing the sway of her hips so the tail swung from side to side. She pushed Mike back on the bed, and knelt straddling him. The pain of his contained erection began to grow unbearable. She settled her crotch on his boxers, and lightly pressed her pussy onto his cock cage underneath.

Her voice changed to soft and sultry. "You see, baby, I'm just a horny little devil. A succubus that just wants to suck that cock until it's big and red and hard as steel. Then I'm gonna slide my hot pussy down on top of it and feel it deep inside me."

She rocked back and forth a little, to make her point.

Mike couldn't take her teasing. His cock felt like it was being crushed.

"I'm gonna suck and fuck, suck and fuck, suck and fuck until you can't take it anymore." Jenny said, as she began to grind her crotch onto Mike's crotch. "I want to make you come and come and come until you pass out."

Jenny pushed down harder, and mashed the steel shell into Mikes balls. Her eyes were glazed over now. He had seen that look in her eyes yesterday. She was grinding herself to an orgasm. His cock and balls hurt worse than he ever .

"Jenny, stop. I can't take it!" 

This wasn't the woman who had fucked his ass yesterday, or the woman that had beat him last night. This Jenny was possessed by lust.

"And then you know what I am going to do?" He shook his head 'no', both because in response to her question and because he wanted her to stop. "I'm gonna lick and suck that cock until it's hard again, and I'll keep licking and sucking until you scream for release, and I'm gonna unh...I'm gonna unh...unh...unh...make you come...unh...until you....unh...you can't move."

Her body shuddered in orgasm. Jenny ground down hard as the wave passed over her, then suddenly stopped as the orgasm ended. She smiled and said in a very evil voice, "And then I'm gonna do it all over again."

The fear and pain that Mike was in made is eyes wide. "No, please!" 

Jenny started to grind into his crotch again. "God, Jenny, please stop! I'll do anything if only you'll st..."

Mike was about to protest when she cut him off. 

"End of discussion then." She rolled to the side, got off the bed, and walked back to the bathroom and stopped just outside. He could tell the switch inside her had flipped again. He cradled hi pain filled genitals, and tried to will his prick to shrink.

"Your friends' arrival means that we aren't going to consummate our relationship until tomorrow night, so don't blame me for all this. I am just as horny as you, if not more so, and I think you know that now."

"And if my pussy has to wait until tomorrow night to feel that cock inside of it, then that cock can sure as hell wait until tomorrow night to get hard again. Agreed?" It was the same voice she had used on him yesterday in the museum, in the car, and as he hung from the balcony. He knew it well. Downtime was now over.

No more questions. "Yes, Ms. Jenny."

She shut the door to the bathroom. "You know what this outfit really needs? A studded black collar. Like a sex slave would wear. And maybe a little pitchfork. I could really be a succubus, then. An insatiable little sex demon. God, I can't wait until tomorrow night."

-----oooOOOooo-----

Mike 'cooked' a serviceable breakfast of cereal and milk again before they went out shopping. The winds had picked up after the storm from the day before, and sunbathing had been ruled out until the afternoon. They went for a coast drive that morning, and Jenny kept her teasing to a minimum. The chastity device wasn't supposed to be a punishment. Not this time. It was just a reminder of whose property that cock was. His new 'baggy' shorts covered it completely.

Jenny had Mike drive so that she could enjoy the sea breeze without worrying where they were. They stopped at numerous gift shops, and Jenny had a fun time making Mike walk around as she showed item after item to him. He quickly adapted to the rules she had laid down to him yesterday, and was much more a gentleman than he had been previously. At eleven, he got a call from Ken that he and Dave should be pulling in around three. Jenny immediately had him turn the SUV around and head home to 'clean up'.  

Ken and Dave showed up just after Mike's lunch of deli sandwiches. Jenny had let him know that she expected him to fully respect her at all times - there would be no downtime until she said so. He was to be on his best behavior at all times. She said she knew how men acted when they got together.

Ken's yellow jeep looked like it had spent every day at the beach, and Ken was the perfect man to drive it. A beach bum by nature, Ken usually had a bevy of woman at his beck and call. Dave was the geek wingman; good at keeping Ken from getting lost, and at distracting girlfriends while Ken made his moves. Their relationship was obvious to anybody that watched them for more than a few minutes.

Mike greeted them with a handshake and a backslap, while Jenny waited to be introduced. "Guys, this is my girlfriend, Jenny. Jenny, this is Ken and Dave."

"Damn, Mike. You better be careful, or I might try to charm this one away from you. Jenny, if he is ever stupid enough to screw things up, give me a chance to show you how you should be treated."

"You'll be the second one to know," Jenny smiled back, "and Ken, I might just take you up on that offer, but I think Mike has other ideas. Besides, I know am pretty high maintenance. Do you think you could handle that?"

Jenny saw Mike smile at that last comment, even though he tried to hide it. She could tell it was a smirk of knowledge combined with a worried grin. Mike had earlier mentioned that he had lost more than one girl to Kens charms.

"I think so. I've put up with Mike since we were little kids, and I know what kind of women he likes. I also know how to treat them better than he does." 

"Quite the ladies man, was he?"

"Good enough for a wingman. Of course, now that he's off the market, I've got Dave to back me up."

Dave cut in and proffered his hand to Jenny. "I'm Dave. Pleased to meet you, Jenny."

"Hi Dave, I'm pleased to meet you, too." Mike and Ken were already moving to the house, and talked about the drive down. Jenny watched the two buddies desert her and Dave, and then turned back to the wingman as he unloaded his stuff from the jeep. In her mind, she thought, 'ten for disrespect'. "So, how was the drive?"

-----oooOOOooo------

"So, Jen, this sorry sack of shit says, 'I can make it!', and jumps off the balcony after her! Missed the pool, and we had to spend the rest of the night in the hospital while they set his leg." Mike noticed that Jenny had become the center of Ken's attention. Ken was telling story after story about their youthful misadventures, and she just sat and drank it up. All of the stories made Mike look like a fool or a pussy hound. He kept trying to counter with stories to make Ken look even worse, but it wasn't working. Jenny was fixated on Ken, he could tell.

The sun was setting behind the house, leaving the foursome in darkness. Ken had sprung for a 'beer and pizza' dinner, and Mike noticed that Jenny made no complaints about the simple menu this time. She sat between Ken and Mike on the deck, with Dave on the railing. They had had a few beers and it started to show; Ken in first place in the tally but with Mike a close second. Ken was a little slurred, but Mike knew what was act and what was really alcohol induced. Ken's hand slipped from his armrest and brushed Jenny's leg. She made no notice as he brought it back up and left it resting on her leg.

"So, are you coming out with us tonight. I know it was supposed to be a guys night out, but I think that you could use a little dancing to liven up your life with old stick-in-the-mud here." He nodded at Mike.

"No thanks. Mike and I decided earlier that it was just going to be the three of you. I have some personal things I need to take care of, and this will give me some away time."

"Then it looks like no ball and chain for Mikey tonight."

Mike slurred out, "nope, no ball and chain." the realized what he said. The blood drained from his face as he stammered for a quick follow-up. "Even if I considered Jenny a ball and chain type girl. Which she isn't. A ball and chain. She is a girl, just not that type." Jenny got up and smiled at him, but he couldn't read it. He saw Ken leer at her ass as she walked into the house.

"I'll be taking a little bath while you boys are out. Don't stay up too late. Mike, remember we have a big day tomorrow."

"I haven't forgotten. I won't be out late."

Ken stared after Jenny. "I haven't forgotten. I won't be out late" he mocked. "Dude, you are so whipped it isn't even funny."

Mike was getting pissed at Ken as the latter watched his girlfriend.

"Damn, Mikey, she is one fine piece of ass. Too bad she isn't going with us. I bet she gets pretty wild if you get a couple of drinks in her."

-----oooOOOooo-----

Mike was irritated. Irritated and drunk. What had started as a trip to a local watering hole had turned into a romp at a dance club. He knew that Dave was torn between the role of wingman role for Ken and new friend for Mike. Ken was out in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a few good looking women. He caught Dave's eye and motioned for him to join him. Mike watched as Dave reluctantly moved out onto the floor just to have the song end as he reached Ken. 

"Dave, this is Charlene, she just got off shift here, and this is Diana, and.....no, don't tell me,....fine like fur, Sable!" The three women giggled. "Get them a drink, would ya? I need to see a man about a horse."

"Ladies." Dave made a sweeping gesture towards the bar, and followed the three tipsy girls as they made there way back to where Mike stood.

Mike couldn't take it. He needed to get home. He had called Jenny earlier on the disposable cel phone to update her on his whereabouts. She simply said that she hoped he was having fun, and that she missed him. He knew he missed her too, but lost the connection before he could say it. Mike nodded to Dave and the ladies, then told Dave he would be right back.

Ken was waiting in line for a urinal. "Hey, Mikey. How's it hangin', buddy?" 

"I'm ready to go, Ken."

Ken moved up to a free urinal, and unzipped. He let out a sigh as he began to pee. Mike moved up into a urinal next to him.

"The night is young and alcohol filled, and so are the women. I think you got a chance with Diana."

"I don't want a chance with Diana. I want to go home to Jenny."

"You know, guys are gonna talk if you stand in front of a urinal and talk to me instead of taking a piss."

Mike looked around, then fumbled with his zipper. He had been dreading this all night, and had hoped he would be home before he really had to go. He lifted the metal containment unit out, and pointed as best he could at the urinal. When he let go, a steady stream hit the bottom of the porcelain.

"Good to see she hasn't cut it off and put it in her purse - whoa, buddy!" Ken looked over at Mike and caught a glint of light off the shiny metal. "Is that what I think it is?"

Mike turned a shoulder and tried to block Ken's view as he finished peeing.

"I was kidding about the whole ball and chain thing, but I guess I know who really does wear the pants, don't we?" he chuckled. "I hope the sex is worth it."

Ken looked at him for a moment, and it dawned on him. "You haven't nailed her yet, have you? And you let her put that thing on you? Why, so you wouldn't fool around behind her back?"

"It was going to be tonight," he blurted. "Until you guys showed up. Now I have to wait until tomorrow night."




Jenny Pt. 05



Ken took a step back to free up the urinal for the next in line, who happened to be Dave. As Dave relieved himself, he told the two friends, "The girls need to leave soon. If you're hooking up with Sable, somebody's got to ride with them. The jeep won't hold everybody. They have a car, and we have to decide how to split up."

"Well, put the uptight one with Mike. Turns out Jenny has him locked up tight for the night."

"Whadya mean?" 

Ken started to explain as Mike turned and left. He heard Dave from across the bathroom. "Holy shit! Really?"

Mike walked right past the girls, out the door, and out into the parking lot. He didn't know what to think. Should he be pissed at Jenny for putting this thing on him? At Ken for making fun of him? At himself for letting it get this far? His head was swimming from the mix of the situation and the alcohol.

Fifteen minutes later, Ken, Dave, and the girls stumbled out of the bar. The fresh air hadn't sobered Mike much, and he was leaning on the jeep wondering if he should be sick or not.

"Mikey, you ride in the back of the girl's car with Charlene; the girls will make sure you get home okay. Me and Sable are going to watch the moon set." Charlene grabbed Mike by the arm and helped to a car parked under a streetlight. 

"I always park under the light" Charlene said, "it makes it easy to find and safer to approach. You never know what kind of whackos might be out here at night."

Dave and Diana were at the front of the car, talking. Mike recognized it as the 'I am only giving you a ride home and nothing more' talk.

When they got the back door open, Charlene spun Mike around to face her, and that caused the last of the alcohol to hit Mike like a brick. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back on the seat, and Charlene was running her hands up his chest. His head was swimming.

She pushed his shirt up. "Oh, Mikey, you're nice and smooth. And look at this dragon!" He tried to push her away but missed. Her hands fumbled on the zipper to his pants. Mike tried to protest. Her actions gave his cock a little life despite his drunken state, and the device returned the favor and gave him a dose of pain.

He slurred out, "stop, please! I can't...it hurts." 

"You let me take care of that, Mikey. It just so happens your girlfriend isn't the only one to shop at that store, and it also just so happens I have a key to your freedom tonight. I tried the chastity trick once with an ex-boyfriend. He worked at it for two hours before he got it off. I was left with a black eye, a handful of mangled metal, and the key on my bracelet. But I see that tonight the fact that I kept it will prove useful. "

Charlene pulled his pants down, Exposing the steel device. "Ken asked if I would give you a little 'relief'."

"No, I can't."

"You don't have to do anything but enjoy, Mikey." Charlene produced the small key and unlocked his prison. His cock responded slowly to her hand, but after a few moments he was hard and Charlene pumped him ruthlessly with one hand and pulled the door shut with the other.

Diane started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Dave kept his eyes on the road in front of them, and avoided the noises coming from the backseat. "Mike? You alright back there?" Mike didn't answer.

Dave still didn't turn around, afraid of what he might see. "Mike? I said, 'are you alright'?"

Diane flipped the mirror to see what was going on. She smiled. "Yeah, I think he is doing just fine."

Dave finally turned around. Mike was sprawled on the back seat, his shirt pushed up to his neck. A dark brown dragon tattoo was visible on his chest, and Dave figured the tail must end somewhere near his cock. Of course, his view of the possible tail end was blocked by the back of Charlene's head as it bobbed up and down. Mike had his hands on her head, and seemed to guide her in her efforts despite his drunkenness. Dave turned back and watched the road again.

Diane picked up a box of tissues from the console and handed them to Dave. "Charlene doesn't normally swallow. Hand these back to her, would ya?"

Dave took the box and held it in his lap. He thought that the night turned out pretty crappy. Ken scored. Mike has a girlfriend, and he scored. And here he sat, with the tissues.

After a moment, Mike moaned loudly. Charlene reached up and turned on the dome light. "Tissues, please." She began wiping Mikes jism from his chest and cock, and cleaned him up as best she could. She paused for a moment. "Heh. That tattoo is even more interesting in the light. Nice bit of work." Charlene traced the tail down across Mikes still engorged cock. "Some things you can only really appreciate under proper lighting and certain conditions." She took a piece of paper and pencil out of her purse and wrote something down, then returned it.

Dave motioned for Diane to pull over just before the beach house. Charlene reattached the chastity device to Mike's now limp member, and turned off the light. "I had a lovely night, Mikey. Next time you can return the favor."

Dave got out and helped Mike up to the house. Ken's jeep was nowhere to be seen, but that was no surprise. He would probably roll in just before sunup. Once inside the house, Dave aimed Mike for the stairs, gave him a little shove, then made his way back to the spare room.

Mike dragged himself up into the loft, stood at the top of the stairs, and pulled off his clothes. The sight before him stopped him cold, and sobered him a little.

Two candles burned, one on either nightstand. Jenny lay in the middle of the bed, dressed only in his shirt from the night before. Her knees were bent and slightly raised. Her right hand was spread in a slight V, the gap right where her clit should be. She rubbed in small circles to her evident delight. Mike would have started to get an erection if he could, but the alcohol and his recent draining left him limp. Jenny was as beautiful and sexy as he had ever seen her.

Jenny's eyes were closed, and her mouth opened a bit as she tensed up. Her voice was quiet, and she was making the now familiar "unh...unh..unh..." sounds. Her body tensed, and Mike saw a shudder pass over her body as she orgasmed. No screaming, no moaning, no yelling "I'm coming!" at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm was quiet and powerful, just like the ones he had seen before.

After the shudders had subsided, Jenny cracked her eyes open and looked at him. Her expression was flushed, serene and content. "I really wanted you to do this for me, but I guess I got a little desperate waiting."

Mike slurred out, "That was..." he looked for the right word, "Beautiful." He added, "Ms. Jenny."

"Thanks Mike. I wasn't doing it for you, but it's nice to now you appreciated the show. You certainly sound like you had fun tonight."

"Too much, I think." He stumbled across the room, banged his shin on the edge of the bed, and collapsed next to her. Jenny moved over.

She thought, "I hope not 'too much', and blew out the candles.

End Jenny Pt. 5



Jenny Pt. 06



Constructive criticism and comments encouraged. This is the 'almost' end to the Jenny and Mike story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

-----oooOOOooo-----

Begin Jenny Pt. 6

Jenny awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and bile. At some time during the night, Mike had gotten sick in the short space between the bed and the bathroom hall. She avoided the mess, pulled on a robe, and headed downstairs. Dave had just started to fry some bacon.

"Quite some night you boys had. You seem better off than Mike, at least."

"Good morning, Jenny. I drink, but I don't allow myself to get drunk. It's a control issue with me." He poured her a cup of coffee.

"What happened to Ken?" she asked , as she sipped the black nectar. Dave must have gone out for the coffee beans, because this wasn't the normal homebrew they kept in the house.

"He went home with a barfly. He called me this morning to have us meet him at the lighthouse for lunch, if he isn't back before that, and we could leave from there."

"Good coffee." Jenny thought she would ask what else happened last night, but changed her mind. 

She went back upstairs to check on Mike. He started to show signs of life, which was good, and eventually pulled himself out of bed. She took a quick shower and dressed in shorts and t-shirt for the warm weather that had moved in overnight.

While she dressed, she heard Ken's jeep pull up outside, followed by the slam of the screen door as he came inside.

"Breakfast is ready!" called Dave from downstairs. Jenny and Mike made their appearance a few moments later. Dave had gone all out with the supplies available: cheese omelet, cinnamon buns, and fried bacon. Jenny noticed that Ken was staring at her. "Good morning, Ken. Something wrong?"

"Nope." he said, and a knowing smirk crossed his face. "just happy it's Wednesday. Big day today." Jenny heard something under the table, as if Mike was trying to kick Ken.

"Oh? And how's that?" 

He shot a smirk at Mike, but cleared it from his face before he turned back to Jenny.

"I got a call this morning. Last minute, I know, but have an interview tomorrow. I thought Dave and I could hit a surf shop this morning, and then meet you two at the lighthouse. We'll head out from there."

"Congratulations. Best of luck." She actually got that out with a modicum of sincerity. She had taken a definite dislike to surfer-boy.

"Besides, Dave and I feel like he proverbial fifth wheels around here. We'd hate to think we were inhibiting you two lovebirds. Right, Dave?"

Dave gave him a look like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. There was a long pause, and then Dave spoke up. "Yeah, right, Ken. Jenny? If it's alright, I, I mean we, I mean Ken and I would like to treat you two to lunch at the lighthouse restaurant. As a way of thanking you for putting us up last night."

"That's sweet of you, Dave. We really only put one of you up, but I think we can accept. Mike, do we have anything planned for lunch today?" She knew they didn't but had to keep appearances.

"No, Jenny. I don't think so." She could tell by the way he was picking at his food that his hangover was really hitting his stomach hard. He paid little attention to the conversation.

When Jenny finished, she excused herself and went upstairs. Dave cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and Mike and Ken moved outside. When Jenny got upstairs, she caught the tail end of their conversation from the upper balcony.

"Stop being such a fucking wimp, for god's sake." That was Ken.

"Leave me alone."

"No, I won't. You can't let her rule your life. I don't care if she is the best lay in the world, man, if she carries your balls around in her purse, it isn't worth it. Be a man for once."

"Who says I'm not?" Mike's anger was overriding his hangover.

"I know what happened last night with Charlene. Either you put your foot down now and get that thing off, or I'll do it for you." 

"I think Jenny might be the real deal, Ken. I know she is special. She may just be the best thing that has ever happened to me, despite the weirdness. You screw this up for me, Ken, and so help me I'll kill you. "

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe if you found somebody that still had a set of balls to back you up."

Jenny moved back into the bedroom and slipped her cel phone into her pocket. For some reason, she now thought she might be getting a phone call today.

She looked at the wet spot on the carpet as she went to the bathroom. At least he had cleaned up the vomit.

-----oooOOOooo-----

The lunch was cordial, at best. They talked about the ride home, the weather, what looked good on the menu, so on and so forth. Jenny waited for the inevitable blowup between Ken and Mike. After their food had arrived, she pardoned herself and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She knew that they waited until she was out of earshot before the subject was changed.

Jenny watched the three men when she exited the bathroom. Mike and Ken were arguing about something, and it looked like Dave was siding with Mike, at least in part. The morning had been filled with tension. Something had happened last night between Ken and Mike, she figured, and it came down to her relationship with Mike. Dave had witnessed it, but thought Mike was in the right. On a whim, Jenny checked the cel phone to make sure that it was on, but really hoped that she wouldn't need it.

Dave stood as Jenny approached, and pulled out her chair for her. Mike started up a moment too late, realized he was on the wrong side of the table anyway, and sat down again. The three men were quiet. 

"So, what did I miss? I'm going to get a paranoia complex if conversation shuts down every time I enter a room."

"It was nothing, Jenny. Ken and I had a difference of opinion about a football team we both like."

"Yeah," Ken said. "I think the coach is insane, and that the quarterback should be calling the plays, not the coach."

"You think differently, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes." He stared at Ken. "I think that a coach knows better than the players what needs to happen. He preps the team, he knows the action, and so he should be calling the plays."

It was obvious to her that they were substituting football as an analogy for her and Mike's relationship. "Oh. I'm not one much for football, but it sounds interesting. Tell me, who calls the plays on most teams? The coach, isn't it?"

Ken stabbed a piece of steak. "Sometimes. But if the players don't have the ability to make decisions on the field, it breaks down. People start to think that the coach is arrogant and full of himself, especially if the quarterback looks like a complete idiot on the field."

Jenny turned to Dave. "You've been pretty quiet, Dave. Tell me, who's right? Should the coach call the plays? Or the players on the field?"

Dave was caught off guard. She had talked very little to him since he arrived. He had the feeling that she was watching him the entire time, like a cat might watch a mouse hole, and it made him uncomfortable. "Um, I think there has to a compromise. The coach should be in charge, but if the quarterback sees something the coach doesn't, then he should be able to make adjustments."

Ken snorted derisively, and stuffed some potato in his mouth. "Typical."

Jenny turned to Mike. "Sounds reasonable to me. Mike, is that where you were heading with your point of view?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Big surprise there, Mikey. Dave, get the bill would you? We need to get on the road if we are going to beat the evening rush." 

Jenny took her time getting up. "I'll be right there, hon. I want to pick up some muffins for tomorrow morning" she said. 

She sat and watched Mike as he left with Ken. They began arguing again as soon as they got outside.

The tension between the four of them was palpable as they moved into the parking lot. Ken walked ahead with Mike, while Dave moved to catch up after he paid the bill. He sidled in next to Jenny and tried to start a conversation, but she was preoccupied and apologized. She walked behind the pair of friends, watching the interaction. They talked, but too low for her to hear.

The jeep was parked next to a storm grate on the far side of the lot, leaving a wide space in which they could talk. When they got to the jeep, Ken turned around to face her and Mike moved to stop him. "Jen, I don't know what kind of nut job you are, but I think the shit you are putting Mike through makes you a royal bitch."

She stopped dead. What did he know about what she and Mike did? "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Ken, shut up" Mike interjected.

"No, Mike, she needs to hear this. Whatever kind of power trip you are on, lady, you can just leave him out of it."

Dave decided it was better if he didn't get involved.

"Mike is free to leave whenever he wants to, Ken. I won't hold him back. And he knows that."

"Yeah, real free, with his dick locked up tighter than a drum. You have him so pussy-whipped he doesn't know which end is up."

"I told Mike what I expected of him when this all started. He knows why I have done everything I have done, and I haven't heard a complaint yet."

"That's because he is a wimp, you bitch. You made him one."

Jenny looked at Mike. He said nothing, and looked at the ground.

"No, Ken. I didn't think he was a wimp, though after seeing him around you I am starting to change my mind." Ken's chest puffed out a little at the comparison. "That wasn't a compliment, Ken. When he is around you, he stops being a man."

"Fuck you, Jen."

"I only wanted to show him how a woman should be treated. How *I* wanted to be treated. And I offered plenty in return. More than you will ever get from a woman, Ken." Jenny took a deep breath. "If my methods were a little out of the ordinary, then 'oh well'. Mea culpa."

"As for being a wimp when you aren't around, if that means pampering his woman, taking her places, and generally showing her attention, then I will take a wimp any time. The fact that he is afraid to defend his girlfriend from the accusations of his friends makes him a pussy in my mind, not a wimp. He puts your so called 'friendship' above our relationship."

"Damn straight, and he should. If that makes him a pussy, then he is a pussy."

Mikes head snapped up at the statement. It didn't count, did it? He hadn't said it - Ken had! It didn't count even though Ken said he was speaking for Mike, did it?

Jenny turned to face him. "Is that how you feel, Mike? If you side with Ken, tell me you are a pussy."

Mike looked at her, then at Ken. He needed an out. There was a long, uncomfortable silence as he prepared an answer.

Mike had to figure out a way to mollify bith Ken and Jenny. Jenny was more important to him than Ken, but he didn't want to lose his friend. He opened his mouth just as the phone in Jenny's purse rang. Her face blanched visibly, and she pulled it out of her purse like it was alive. Nobody had that number except Mike, and he was standing in front of her. He knew something was wrong, and that awareness had spread to his friends. Jenny stared at Mike as she answered the phone.

"Hello?" There was a long pause as the person on the other end spoke. Jenny looked at Mike, then Dave and Ken, then back at Mike. Her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and her eyes started to tear. She was on the verge of breaking down when she spoke again. 

She swallowed away the emotion, and said, "Yes, that is right. Five hundred dollars is the reward. Tell me what it said. Wait, let me put it on speaker. I want everybody to hear it." Jenny's hands were unsteady as she pressed the speaker button on the phone and handed it to Mike. He looked at it as if it was going to bite him.

Jenny spoke again, louder. "Okay, tell me exactly what the message was. If you get it wrong, there is no reward."

A female voice spoke from the phone. "I wrote it down just in case, so I wouldn't get it wrong. It said, "Property of Ms. Jenny. If found, call XXX-XXXX. $500 reward'. Well, do I get the money?"

Another tear rolled down Jenny's cheek. She reached to the chain around her neck and gave it a tug sharp enough to break the fragile links. She looked at it for a moment, then looked at Mike questioningly. He stared at her, ignorant of where the conversation on the phone was going. Had he lost something of hers this morning? What did she have that would say 'property of Ms. Jenny'?

"Yes, you'll get the money. Are you at the club now?"

"Yeah, I am about to start my shift." Mike recognized the woman on the phone as Charlene.

Mike started shaking his head back and forth. "No, no, no..."

Jenny's hand held the chain and locket over the storm grate. The heart swung back and forth in the sunlight. She looked at Mike, and her lips drew into thin lines in anger. 

"Good. I'll drop it off on my way home. Would you mind telling me where you saw the message?"

"It was written on the underside of a guy's cock, in a henna tattoo. Part of a dragons tail."

She let go of the chain. The locket bounced once on the grate, then fell through a hole and disappeared.

Mike stood there, dumbstruck. The phone slipped from his hands and smashed on the curbside. He started to shake. First his hands started to shake, then his arms, and then his whole body as he collapsed to the ground crying. His voice was a whisper, "no...no...no...no..."

Jenny looked down at Mike She had let only a few tears slip down her cheeks. "I think we both know what happens now, Mike." She choked back the tears again. "I am truly sorry. I thought...I thought you were the one. I thought you would be different." 

Jenny looked at Ken and Dave. Ken stared back smugly. Dave looked at Mike. who was staring into space. 

"You win, Ken. He's all yours. Dave, it looks like it will be a little tight in that jeep with the three of you and all that gear. If you would like a ride back to the house, you can ride with me. It seems I have an empty seat for the ride home."

Dave didn't even answer. He grabbed his bag from the jeep and ran to the SUV to open the door for Jenny. Jenny wiped another tear from her eye, and straightened her back a little She gave one last look at Mike and turned towards the SUV. As she strolled back across the lot, Mike heard her ask, "so, Dave, how do you feel about museums? I still have a couple of days of vacation left, and seeing as I don't get here very often, I was wondering if you might be interested in taking in the local sights with me. There's something about them that makes me feel warm inside, and I think I could use that right about now."

Dave replied, "I love museums."

"Great. Maybe we could go to one this afternoon. I just need to stop at the house to pick up a few things - you don't mind, do you?"

"No, Jenny. Not at all."

End Jenny Pt. 6



Jenny Pt. 07



Constructive criticism and comments encouraged.



Begin Jenny Pt. 7

Mike and Jenny, the aftermath.





Kent and Mike pulled into the club parking lot just in time to see Jenny's black SUV pull out. Charlene was by her car parked under the streetlight, stuffing a small wad of bills into her purse. They got out and approached her.

"Hey, Charlene."

"Hey, Ken. Mike. I take it things haven't worked out for you very well."

Mike stared at the ground.

"No, the bitch dumped him. That's why we came here, for you."

Charlene to a step back against the car, and grabbed her purse like she was going to pull something out of it. "Look, boys, I got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it. Besides, you try anything in the daylight, and your ass will sit in jail for years, believe me."

"We didn't come for that, Charlene," Ken said, "she left that thing stuck on his dick. We know you have a key, and since she is no longer in the picture, we want you to take it off."

"Oh. Okay. Two hundred, and I get to keep it."

"Excuse me?" Ken snorted.

"I'll take it off for two hundred, and I get to keep it. Deal?"

Mike spoke for the first time. "Give her the money."

Ken started to protest, then whipped out his wallet and peeled off four fifties.

"Lie down in the back seat, where nobody can see you. And pull down those pants." Mike got in and shucked his pants. The irony of his position wasn't lost on him. Charlene had the device off in moments. Charlene shoved the device into her purse, and headed to the club.

Just as she opened the door, Ken yelled, "Wait! What are you going to do with it?"

Charlene smiled. She called back, "Clean it and return it to the owner, of course. Just like she asked a few minutes ago. Although I don't think she'll need it. Dave looks like a keeper." She lifted the chastity device a little and looked at it. "You know, these things are expensive. But they do seem to weed out the men from the pussies!" She waved and went inside.

-----oooOOOooo-----

Mike and Ken were three hours into the four hour trip to Mike's house before they spoke.

"You don't want a crazy bitch like that, Mike. You're better off."

"What do you know?" He yelled. "she was giving me something no other girl has ever given me, Ken."

"What, bruises? A raw ass? A dick you weren't allowed to touch?"

"No. She gave me a relationship. She let me know exactly what she wanted, and gave me more than I asked for. She gave me stability."

"That psycho bitch gave you stability? Brother, Jen was a nutcase. Cut your losses and move on."

Ken wasn't sure, but he thought he heard Mike mutter, "it's not Jen, it's Ms Jenny."

They didn't speak for the rest of the trip.

-----oooOOOooo-----

Mike slept fitfully that night. What was Jenny doing? What happened to Dave? Could he get her back? He knew what she said just a few days ago, but there had to be a way to get back into her good graces.

Thursday morning was spent getting his apartment in order, collecting his mail, cleaning, doing laundry, and thinking a lot. At 10 a.m. he tried to call Jenny on the cel phone, but remembered halfway through the voice mail that hers lay broken in a parking lot.

At lunch he gassed up his car and pulled onto the highway. With luck, he should be there by dinner time. An accident on the main highway made him recalculate the estimate to an arrival time just before 10 p.m. A flat tire from the accident debris changed that time to a morning arrival, sometime after the tire was fixed.

-----oooOOOooo-----

Mike could hardly contain his excitement at seeing the SUV in the drive, and swung in beside it. He ran up to the house and looked through the windows, but saw nobody inside. Good! Maybe Dave wasn't here. Maybe he still had a chance. His heart fell as he realized what a nice day it was and that they were probably on the beach. He ran up the dunes and looked around. Jenny was sitting under a beach umbrella, alone. His heart pounded harder.

Mike approached slowly. Jenny was sitting in a low beach chair, knees up and slightly spread, with her legs and waist covered by a beach towel to protect them from the sun. She had on the black bikini top, dark sunglasses, and a big floppy hat. She didn't really need them as the umbrella blocked the sun from anything not covered by the towel. A book lay open in her lap, and one hand was between her legs, under the towel. She was in the same position as when she masturbated in front of him the other night.

As he approached, she pulled off her sunglasses and gave him an odd smile. "Hi, Mike."

"Hi, Jenny." He fumbled with his thoughts for a moment. He had thought this over time and time again since he had gotten out of Kens jeep, but still couldn't put the words together the right way.

"Look, Jenny, I'm sorry for what happened. I was wondering if you would..."

"Give you another chance?" He could hear a sadness in her voice. "No, Mike, I'm sorry. I told you what I expected, how I wanted to trust you and make you my boyfriend. You had other ideas, and broke that trust."

"I was drunk! I didn't.."

She cut him short. "No, Mike, don't blame it on alcohol. Don't blame it on Ken, or Dave, or Charlene, or the phase of the moon. You are responsible for your own actions. You're a big boy." 

Mike started to hyperventilate. "But there has to be a way!" Mike dropped to his knees and tried to catch his breath.

Jenny leaned back in her chair, and he saw her hand move under the towel. Her breath was starting to quicken. She was masturbating, he knew, but had reached the point of orgasm exceedingly quick.. Did the sight of him like this get her off that much?

"No,...Mike....there is no....unh...way...unh...unh for you now...."

Mike got up and stumbled a few steps back towards the house. "Please, take me back! I'll do anything!" 

He saw the towel over her legs flutter as she moved her hand. His voice was a desperate yell now, but there was nobody else on the beach to hear him. "It's Dave, isn't it? You threw me out and took him in, didn't you?"

"Unh..unh..Dave...Dave...now..." As the last word registered, she gave Mike a cold stare. It didn't seem to stop her masturbating though.

"Where is he now? Locked up in closet somewhere? Or maybe he's out running errands like a good little wimp. Hell, for all I know or care, you kicked him to the curb for putting the toilet paper un the roll upside down. Do you have another cock lined up yet? Another bitch? Another ass to fuck? Somebody else to torture, while you get off?"

He knew the words ended any possibilities with Jenny as soon as they left his mouth, and would have given anything in the world to go back in time and take them back. Mike panicked.

"Wait - I didn't mean that, Jenny! It just...I'm so angry, so confused. It is Dave now, isn't it? Where is he?"

The towel in her lap was shaking has her arm sank further underneath. 

"Yes...unh...unh...Dave....Dave..." A shudder coursed over her body, just as it had the other night when he saw her masturbate. She was having one of her shattering orgasms again. She took a moment as it passed, then looked at him and smiled. She was out of breath as she spoke, "Yes, Mike, it is Dave now. It is none of your business where he is, or what he is doing. He treats me much better than you did, and I take care of him the best way I know how. He doesn't do well in the sun, Mike, so I have to keep him from too much exposure. I didn't think you two were so close that you would be worried about his welfare." 

He had been right. Dave had swooped in and taken his place. Some friend! Mike was bright red with anger. Should he smash her car? Hit her? He was certainly angry enough right now that he contemplated rape - she would probably get off on it, the sick bitch. His hands balled into fists and he started forward.

Her voice got calm again. "Mike....before you think of doing anything rash, I do have some interesting videos and pictures in my personal collection. Should you try to harm me or Dave in any way, they will become public in a most embarrassing way."

Mikes shoulders slumped, and he stumbled back to his car.

-----oooOOOooo-----

Jenny lay back in the beach chair. Her body drained was drained of energy. "You are a wicked boy, Dave" she said, to nobody in sight. "You know that?" She pulled back the beach towel to reveal Dave's head between her legs. His mouth was covered in her juices, and a big smile split his face. Jenny picked up the camera next to her and took a picture of his smile.

"Yes, Ms. Jenny. And thank you again for protecting me from the sun. This hole made a perfect hiding spot."

"Your idea. You have proven to be quite creative."

"Thank you, Ms. Jenny."

Jenny put her sunglasses back on.

"Well, the winds are starting to pick up a bit, so I think the beach is a loss for the day." Jenny got up and wrapped the towel around her waist as a makeshift skirt. She pushed the sand away from his shoulders, and helped pull him out of the hole he had dug earlier. "I'm parched. Why don't you fix us some brunch and margaritas after you shower."

"Yes Ms. Jenny. May I ask my current total?"

"Well, after that little episode, I figure I am in your favor by about two hundred demerits. What would you like this afternoon? Catholic school girl in need of a spanking? Naughty nurse come to check vitals? Perhaps the quiet librarian with a secret leather fetish?"

"Well Ms. Jenny, how do you feel about latex? You could dress up as a horny little red latex devil."

She giggled. "Little red devil, eh? I like the sound of that. I had something in mind along those lines for tonight, too. I think we should do a little shopping first. I have an idea, but I think I'll need a collar and a pitchfork to do it just right. But it definitely could be ready for tonight."

Jenny smiled an evil smile at the thought.

"Dave, I'm glad I found you. As a boyfriend, I *know* you are the one."

-----oooOOOooo-----

End Jenny Pt. 7

Finis Jenny