6 comments/ 18993 views/ 3 favorites Audrey Escapes The Patriarchy By: Rutabaga72 Nothing should matter more to a woman than her dignity. It took Audrey Church a while to realize that. Once she did, though, her whole life turned. Like many coming of age stories, it occurred in college. Her boyfriend at the time, Mike, was a classic frat boy. Never all that smart, but handsome and cocky. The package appealed to the redheaded college girl. Her friends all agreed they made a cute couple. Plus the sex was terrific. So Audrey put up with the occasional public ass slapping, and the more than occasional asinine social commentary. Hanging out with Mike in his room one day, his frat brother joined them. The two guys started talking about an upcoming party or something. Audrey attempted to join in, but Mike cut her off with: "Men are talking." It wasn't the first time he'd said something like that to her. Not by a long shot. And she knew he wasn't being serious, at least not entirely so. They'd argued about things like this before. For example when he expounded on his theory that women made less than men because they were too emotional. Whenever it happened, Mike always ending up apologizing insincerely and she pretended to believe him. This time, however, something snapped. Audrey didn't want to be treated like this anymore. She dumped him on the spot, leaving a pair of surprised frat boys in her wake as she headed downstairs. When Audrey reached the front door, she considered something previously unfathomable. An idea that transformed everything. Maybe her problem wasn't Mike specifically, but men in general. It wasn't that she'd never considered women sexually before that moment. From puberty on she'd definitely felt attraction to both genders. Audrey just never considered acting on any of her same sex desires. It wasn't done, so she didn't. But she'd never thought about it beyond that until now. Once she did, she realized every one of her past boyfriends treated her like an object instead of a human being. They took away her agency, acting as if she wasn't a woman with control of her own body. Truthfully, she found that terrifying. Audrey had ignored or minimized it for a long time, but no more she decided. She didn't want to live the rest of her life as some sort of bimbo plaything. Mike had been good sexually. Even when he tossed her around in bed a little bit, it was more hot than anything else. But maybe that's why he felt like it was ok to talk down to her. The redhead wouldn't let him, or any other man, control her anymore. She occasionally ran into Mike on campus after the breakup. Audrey even found him attractive still. New lesbian or not, big muscles, confidence and a few days stubble were a great combination. But it was tempting like a donut was tempting. She could remember why she enjoyed the taste, but after a few weeks without, she didn't crave it anymore. Her brain took over from her hormones, and the redhead knew that the rush wouldn't be worth the crash. Of course, she didn't just immediately jump into bed with a woman. Her social life, however, slowly changed. When she finally had sex with her first girlfriend, it was almost like losing her virginity all over. The sex was different, but definitely enjoyable. Her girlfriend was softer and gentler than any of the boys she'd dated. They were in-tune with each other's bodies in a way she'd never felt. Although they eventually broke up, Audrey had no regrets over her decision to stop seeing men. Well, no regrets except one. Audrey felt disgusted by the reaction of her family and friends. Even those that weren't openly hostile to the idea seemed to treat it as some ridiculous lark. Just some "experimenting" that she would soon get out of her system. As if she wasn't allowed to live outside the constant weight of the patriarchy. Like wanting to feel safe from misogyny and its crushing impact on her psyche didn't make any sense. It created a significant strain on all her old relationships. She wouldn't have returned home after graduation anyway, but that definitely made it easier. Instead Audrey made her way to the big city, where she found a job writing for the music section of an independent newspaper. It wasn't a lucrative career by any means, but she enjoyed it anyway. Audrey loved her whole life actually. The city's large queer community gave her so many new and enriching social options. It wasn't just dating either. For the first time, maybe ever, Audrey felt fulfilled. One night, while relaxing at her favorite gay bar, she saw Max. Audrey had never seen a woman with bigger muscles. Clearly the brunette, wearing her hair buzzed close, worked out a lot. She looked nothing like any of the more feminine women the young journalist had dated. Audrey was still staring when Max turned towards her, making penetrating eye contact. Blushing the red head dropped her eyes. Wearing a wolfish grin, the butch woman rose from her table and walked over to where Audrey stood. Motioning at the bartender for two more drinks, Max bluntly introduced herself. "See anything you like, red?" Embarrassed, Audrey stammered out: "Oh, no. I mean yes. I mean I didn't mean to stare, sorry." "No need to be sorry. I certainly see something I like. My name is Max." The woman responded, offering her hand. Audrey took it as she gave her own name. Max's grip felt like iron. "So I'm sure I haven't seen you here before," the butch continued, "I'd certainly remember a redhead with a body like yours." Audrey blushed even harder, undeniably attracted to the woman's boldness. Especially when Max brushed a hand against her arm. Trying to regain some of the initiative, Audrey flirtatiously asked: "So, you going to ask me to dance or what?" Max shook her head. "I don't dance. But I will let you shake that sexy little femme ass for me while I watch." Audrey laughed at what she assumed was a joke, but Max kept a dead serious expression. The butch also kept briefly touching her, placing a hand on the redhead's side for a second. There was nothing obviously sexual in the contact, but Audrey felt a definite charge. Her nipples poked through her blouse and she was breathing more heavily than usual. Trying to calm down, she took a sip of her drink. "Your lips," Max commented, "look amazing. What do you use on them." The redhead smiled at the compliment, but felt a little confused. Max certainly didn't look like the type to wear or have any interest in make-up. Besides, Audrey wasn't even wearing any lipstick. She politely answered anyway: "Nothing really, I guess. I have some chap stick in my purse." "Oh, yeah? What flavor?" As the butch asked she brought her hand back to Audrey's shoulder, lingering there for a beat before dropping it. The young writer stared into Max's eyes and saw only heat and desire. She dropped her gaze as she quietly answered: "Just plain, I think." "Well it's hard to tell what it tastes like from over here. Let me check." With that the butch came in for a kiss. It didn't last for very long and there wasn't even any tongue, but Audrey still felt amazing. Her head was swimming, and it wasn't the alcohol. This had all come from out of nowhere. Max had one hand on Audrey's lower back and the other lightly brushing her cheek when she huskily asked: "Why don't we head back to your place?" "Oh, don't tell me you're homeless," Audrey laughed weakly, trying to diffuse a sexual tension that felt too intense, too soon. The butch pulled even closer, lightly nibbling on Audrey's ear. The redhead stifled a moan as Max told her in a low growl: "I live pretty far away, and I don't think I can wait that long to rip your clothes off." "I don't know if I should. We just met." "C'mon, we're both adults here. No reason we shouldn't," Max's hand slipped down from Audrey's lower back to grab her ass, "take what we want." This was moving too quickly, Audrey thought. She couldn't deny, though, her increasingly soaked panties. Max was turning her on like no other. Besides, she was right about them being adults. Why shouldn't she have a little fun? Looking up at the butch, she bit her lower lip. Max grinned even wider, squeezing Audrey's butt harder as she motioned for the check. The butch hailed a taxi. She rested her hand on Audrey's thigh as they drove to the redhead's apartment. Almost no words were exchanged. Audrey felt like the sex in the air was so thick she could reach out and touch it. When they arrived, Max paid the fare, keeping a firm hold of Audrey's ass as they walked upstairs. The redhead assumed she'd stop pawing her once they got inside and her roommates could see, but Max had other ideas. Audrey tried to introduce her to the women in the common room, all wearing half-surprised, and half-amused expressions. Max ignored them completely, instead giving Audrey a sharp smack on the ass along with the command: "Bedroom. Now." The sex was mind blowing. Audrey had been surprised to find the butch had somehow kept a strap-on dildo somewhere on her person. It was bigger than anything Audrey was used to, but Max didn't seem to be in the mood for slow and steady. She backed the redhead onto her bed, tongue jammed aggressively down her throat, tearing at her clothes. Audrey ran her hands through Max's short hair, otherwise letting her muscular lover dictate the action. The butch was in such total control, she just submitted. Max stuck a finger in Audrey's already sopping sex and determined foreplay wouldn't be necessary. Lying on top, Max grabbed both of Audrey's wrists and brought the redhead's arms above her head. She pinned them there with one hand, and used her other to play with the young journalist's breasts. Max slipped the strap-on into Audrey slowly, giving the redhead a moment to get acclimated. Audrey cried out: "Fuck me." Max didn't need to be told twice. Once she started pumping into Audrey, the butch kept up a fast, aggressive rhythm. Audrey was in heaven, so much so that she didn't even worry about what her roommates must be thinking about her increasingly noisy moaning. Max made her cum so many times, the redhead lost count. When she finally stopped, Audrey wasn't even certain she could remember her own name. Max, who had said little besides for animalistic grunts, spoke: "You're a hot piece of ass. I'm going to have you again soon. Give me your phone number." After Audrey did, Max made her exit, claiming she needed to work early tomorrow. Once the butch left, Audrey lay on her bed and tried to make sense of what had just happened. She was still in a sexual haze. It felt good. Audrey knew she couldn't wait for Max to call her. The incredible hurricane of lust she'd unleashed left the redhead wanting more. There had, though, been one strange thing. After Audrey stripped naked, she'd expected to help Max out of her clothes. But even as she gave Audrey orgasm after orgasm, Max never undressed at all. When Audrey told her she wanted to see Max's body, the butch responded angrily: "I decide what I look like, not you." It seemed especially weird considering how much influence Max expected to have over Audrey's wardrobe. Before their second date, or first depending on your definition, the butch told her: "I expect my femmes to look good all the time. You better dress up, including putting on make-up, before we go out." Audrey knew the request was problematic for a variety of reasons, but she didn't argue. Something about Max just wouldn't let her. As the relationship grew, so did the butch's fashion "advice." High heels replaced more sensible shoes, and slacks disappeared for skirts and dresses. In the bedroom, Max put up such a hissy fit over Audrey's traditional flannel pants and t-shirt, the redhead found herself in increasingly daring pajamas. By the time Max had her wearing matching thong and push-up bra sets to bed, it was almost a relief when she decided Audrey should just go entirely naked. Audrey knew it seemed insane to move in with Max after only a few months, but her new butch lover was unlike any woman she'd ever met. Besides the butch pointed out, it's not like Audrey's current dingy apartment shared with three roommates was something she'd hate to lose. The major problem, other than the timing, was she didn't want to move to Max's far away leafy suburb. It was an hour plus drive, with no public transportation options, from her job and friends in the city. Her roommates, along with her coworkers and all the rest of her friends, tried to talk her out of it. From the start of her relationship with Max, they'd warned that she was too controlling. They didn't like the condescending way her new girlfriend talked to her. Audrey figured her friends just didn't know Max well enough yet. The few times she'd attempted to bring them together, the butch had been sullen and standoffish. It was too bad, Audrey thought, they couldn't see her wonderful other side. For example, Max had just recently opened up to Audrey in such a beautiful way. She was finally comfortable enough to let Audrey see her naked. Actually the butch kept her top on and only pulled down her pants a little, but Audrey was still moved by the increasing trust. The redhead was also happy to return the favor for all the great orgasms Max had given her by putting her pretty little tongue to work. Her girlfriend grunted contentedly as Audrey pleasured her for more than an hour. The young journalist's knees were quite sore by the end, but fair was fair. Even if Max never actually licked Audrey, preferring the strap-on. Audrey had offered to use that first, but Max was horrified by the idea. As they rested in bed together, the butch re-dressed and Audrey still naked, the redhead told Max about her friends' concerns, hoping to bridge the gap. Her girlfriend thought maybe the real problem was jealousy. They hated seeing Audrey find such a happy, new relationship while they were stuck in the same old rut. It seemed unlikely to Audrey, but then Max kissed her deeply, telling her for the first time: "I love you." Overwhelmed by the emotion of the moment, Audrey agreed to the move. Over the weekend, Max helped her load boxes of her things into a pick-up truck. Audrey's car was already parked at her new house. She exchanged hugs and good-byes with all her roommates as Max looked on impatiently. Finally the butch just demanded: "Enough Audrey. You can play with your friends some other time. Let's go." The assembled women all stared darkly at Max for that comment, while shooting the young journalist looks that seemed almost longing to tell her something. Audrey noticed the expressions and concluded that her girlfriend had been right all along. Seeing the way she and Max communicated filled her friends with yearning. That made them hate Max. It must be jealousy. She still pretended to feel badly about leaving, but the redhead knew she was making the correct decision. When they arrived at their new shared home, Max cutely insisted on carrying her over the threshold. From there it was straight to the bedroom. Instead of attacking her like usual, though, Max sat down on the bed and gave her a thoughtful look. "Remember the night we met? Why don't you give me that sexy little dance routine you promised?" She giggled a little at the request, before figuring what the hell? This was a special moment, and her girlfriend deserved a treat. Besides, once she got Max charged up, she knew she'd get a treat of her own. "You have any music?" "As a matter of fact," Max smiled, "I have the perfect mix." She then turned on a stereo in the bedroom using a remote on the nightstand. A deep, thumping, bass came on; soon joined by a rapper suggesting various directions a woman could move her ass. Backwards seemed to figure prominently. Audrey frowned. She'd always hated this type of music. Focused on the male gaze and degrading women. The redhead considered objecting before thinking better of it. Why not reclaim this symbol of patriarchy by using it for a loving, respectful relationship with no men involved? Audrey pulled her shirt over her head as she began swiveling her hips. She moved slowly, giving Max a playful little smile. Rather than give her an encouraging look back, Max appeared impatient. "You're not touching yourself enough. Get closer too. I want you to throw that pussy in my face. And lose the rest of those clothes. When you dance for me from now on, you'll do it naked. Fuck this slow strip tease shit." Max had always been opinionated, but Audrey certainly didn't enjoy being ordered around. Especially considering she was doing her girlfriend a favor by dancing for her in the first place. As Audrey contemplated her options, Max grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer. Audrey looked on with surprise as the muscular butch tore off her bra with one hand. Max then unbuttoned the young journalist's shorts. "Keep shaking that ass," she exhorted. Audrey had to admit that having her clothes torn off like this was getting her pretty hot. She also figured there was nothing wrong with a little rough sexual role playing between consenting adults. Max probably didn't even realize how domineering she sounded, Audrey decided. Once the combination of horniness and desire to not rock the boat on her first day in their new home won out, Audrey started dancing again. Now naked, she made sure to touch herself more just like Max asked. Getting what she wanted, though, only seemed to embolden the butch. "You look like a stripper. How many people have you danced for before me you little slut." Audrey frowned. She normally liked Max talking dirty to her, but that seemed more disrespectful than sexy. Audrey paused her bumping and grinding, about to complain, when the butch squeezed harder on her wrist and said: "Who gave you permission to stop?" "Max, you're hurting me. Let go." "Sorry, babe." Max said, releasing Audrey's wrist. The tone of voice, however, was hardly apologetic. "You're so hot. It drives me crazy sometimes. I just can't help myself. For example..." Max reached out and pinched Audrey's nipples. At first the sensation was pleasant, but the grip quickly turned too tight. Audrey let out a little squeal in protest. Max's smile didn't touch her eyes. "You're definitely the kind of girl who loves it rough. I knew you were a nymphomaniac from the first second. Everyone who sees you does. That's probably why you've been passed around so much. Can you even count how many men and women you've given it away to at this point whore? Who else has had you?" "Oh Max, can we not do this. It's never a good idea..." "I'll bet none of them gave you what you really needed. Just bent you over and really had their way with you. Well don't worry, I know just the way to handle little bitches like you." Before Audrey could object, Max threw her on the bed and began to take her with a strap-on. When it was over, multiple orgasms later, Audrey had to admit maybe Max had a point. The butch really did know how to handle her. * Even though she'd moved in a few weeks ago, Audrey still marveled at the quality of the house and neighborhood. A girl could get used to this, she thought. Especially since she and Max were in the middle of a marathon weekend of lovemaking. Other than having to walk a little bow-legged, Audrey couldn't see how life could get better. Except for their recent fights over money, perhaps. Max was some kind of contractor. Audrey didn't know the exact nature of the work besides for the fact that Max was clearly doing quite well financially. She'd once tried to ask, but the butch merely responded: "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Femmes and business don't mix." Max had always been dismissive about her job. She mocked the small paycheck, suggesting Audrey was being selfish. Their arguments grew more heated now that they lived together. Everything came to a head when Audrey came home late from the office to find a seething Max waiting. The redhead had been interviewing a prominent indie musician. It was a great opportunity for her career, and she excitedly started to tell Max all about it. Audrey Escapes The Patriarchy The butch held up a hand silencing her. "Where's my dinner?" Taken aback, Audrey responded honestly: "I don't know. Maybe we could order a pizza or something." Max exploded out of her chair, getting right in Audrey's face. Her expression was intimidating. Audrey had always found her butch lover's physicality and aggression attractive. In bed it was nice to be in the hands of such a confident woman. And on the streets, Max made her feel safe and protected. Now, though, the butch was scaring her. Audrey backed away uncomfortably. Max simply stepped forward, following her, until the redhead fell back against a wall. The muscular woman then gripped Audrey's arms in her strong hands and spoke menacingly. "I work damn hard to provide this good life for both of us. This house isn't cheap, you know? That little job of yours wouldn't even cover the food you eat or the clothes you wear. How do you return the favor? By being a selfish bitch. If you really loved me, you'd quit that stupid job and focus on my happiness." Audrey was stung by the words, and Max's hold on her arms had grown painful. Hurt and confused, she stood up for herself. "Enough. You can't treat me this way. I'm a grown woman. If..." Before she could continue, Max released one of her arms and slapped Audrey in the face, hard. The redhead let out a shocked cry of pain. When Max followed the first slap with another, Audrey saw stars. "Why did you make me do that," the butch demanded. "You know I don't like back talking." Her cheek stinging, Audrey looked at her girlfriend with a wide-eyed, hurt expression. Although her mind was racing, she only managed to accusingly say: "You hit me." Max's anger disappeared. Frantically apologizing, she brought Audrey in for a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to do it. You know I'd never hurt you." Audrey sobbed into the butch's muscular shoulder. She wanted to believe her, but wasn't sure if she could. Max kept consoling her. "I love you so much. I was frustrated but that's no excuse. You're my whole world, and I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you. No one will ever love you like I do. Please forgive me. I swear nothing like this will ever happen again." Still crying, Audrey felt a surge of gratitude. Looking into Max's eyes, she could tell her girlfriend really meant it. The butch was heartbroken over the idea of hurting her. Audrey realized she couldn't stay angry. Max had made a mistake, but she still loved her. After a brief kiss to make-up, Max pushed the redhead into their bedroom. Their lovemaking was more gentle than usual. Max barely even slapped her ass as she pistoned the ten-inch strap-on into her girlfriend doggy style. Once the butch decided they were both satisfied, she took off the plastic dick and had Audrey lick it clean before putting it away. Wearing her standard sweats, Max showed her softer side as they spooned. She caressed and squeezed Audrey's naked breasts, occasionally tweaking the nipples. Before they drifted off to sleep, Audrey agreed to quit her job. Max decided it was better if she didn't bother giving the standard two weeks notice. "After all," she said: "It's not like we need to worry about your reputation or letters of recommendation. You've already got your new dream job as my sexy little housewife." Dream job or not, Audrey quickly discovered some seriously unsatisfying aspects of her new life. Being cooped up in the house all day, with nothing but shitty day time TV for company got old really fast. The cleaning killed some time, but she missed the intellectual stimulation of writing. Trying to buck herself up, the redhead reasoned that it would probably get better before long. Besides, she knew how happy Max would be at finding the fancy meal Audrey had prepared. When Max came home that first night, however, rather than complementing the immaculate house or the lamb in the oven, she criticized Audrey's shorts and spaghetti strap. "What's with the outfit?" "Huh?" The redhead asked, confused. She knew she wasn't covering up too much skin. Max had already thrown any clothes like that out. "You look so frumpy. I've been at work all day. It would be nice to see you make a little effort." Audrey just stared at her girlfriend, unsure how to respond. "Tell you what. From now on, when I come in the door you'll be wearing heels and some lingerie. Then you can greet me with a drink and a massage to help me unwind." "Oh," Audrey replied sarcastically, "is there a word to describe this little fantasy universe of yours? Because here in the real world..." Max brought her open palm down with so much force Audrey temporarily stopped breathing. When she could think again, the redhead considered her situation with horror. She'd felt conflicted on Max slapping her around in the bedroom. Especially since no matter how arousing it felt; the butch didn't appear to be considering her pleasure at all. But there was no conflict on this. After the first time, Max had promised never to hit her again. Now just one day later the butch was beating her a second time. Audrey had to get out. "I'm leaving..." The redhead started to say. She couldn't finish, though, since Max was slapping her again. And then again. Not strong enough to defend herself physically, Audrey fell to the ground in a heap at Max's feet. That stopped the slapping, but now the butch grabbed a fistful of red hair and dragged her whimpering girlfriend to the living room. Audrey half crawled, half walked behind her furious lover trying to avoid having her hair pulled out. "Get this through your slutty, stupid head. You belong to me." Max said as she sat down on the couch and pulled a squirming Audrey over her knees. She brought her hand down on Audrey's ass repeatedly, stopping only to pull off the redhead's shorts and thong. Max then continued her humiliating and painful assault. While the blows rained down, the butch lectured. "You're going to dress exactly how I tell you. And this spanking will continue until you apologize for being a bad girl and convince me you can do better." It wasn't an empty threat. Audrey quickly lost count of how many times Max brought her palm down resoundingly on her helpless behind. Audrey didn't want to submit, but she knew it would happen anyway. Her ass was already burning, and Max's strength wasn't flagging. If anything, the smacks were getting harder. All Audrey could think of was making it stop. Moaning, she called out: "I'm sorry. Please, no more." Max continued the spanking, commenting: "You're a bad girl. Why should I believe you?" "I'll be good," Audrey blubbered, "I promise. I'll dress how you tell me, just stop." Smack! Smack! "Lying little slut. You don't think I noticed how fat this ass is getting? I'll bet you can't even feel these." Smack! Smack! Audrey, who could most definitely feel them, howled: "Please, it hurts so much. Whatever you want. Lingerie and heels every night. You don't have to spank me." "Not good enough, bitch." Max said cruelly, the intensity of the beating not slowing. "I'm sick of you taking advantage of my good nature. You think just because I'm providing for you, you can spend all day on your ass eating Bon Bons. Chubby, lazy whore." Smack! Smack! Audrey grunted in surprise. She was a healthy weight, and didn't feel like she'd put on any pounds recently, so she couldn't understand why Max was harping on it. But Audrey's ass was on fire, and she didn't think she could take much more. Telling Max anything she might want to hear, Audrey pled: "No. No. I'll work harder. Anything you say. I'll lose weight." "How can I be sure?" Max asked, punctuating the question with a slap so sharp Audrey cried out in pain. "I'd have to check all the time. Is that what you want? To be weighed and measured every morning like a cow?" "Yes, yes," Audrey agreed desperately, her voice taking on a high, whiny pitch as Max's palm connected with her behind. "I just want to make you happy. I'll be good." While the butch kept slapping Audrey's ass, it seemed less hard. Encouraged, Audrey kept begging: "I'm so sorry for being a bad girl. I've been a lazy housewife. You won't have to worry anymore, though. From now on, I'll do whatever you ask. You don't need to keep hitting me, I'll behave." Max finally stopped, resting her hand on Audrey's now hot to the touch ass. "Jesus, was that so hard? I hate having to discipline you all the time," Max lied, rubbing Audrey's sore bottom to calm her. "You've really internalized a lot of misogyny. But you're my girl, and I'm going to keep on until you overcome it. This crazy world screws with a woman's head. That's why we have to work extra hard to control our own fate. We shouldn't be embarrassed to ask for what we want. It's going to be so great to see you empowered. Trust me, you'll feel amazing once you slip into something flimsy so you can wait on me hand and foot. And I'll be so proud to see you lose some weight to look your best for me. I believe in you, now you just need to believe in yourself. Don't let men control you or force you into some stereotypical lifestyle. With enough effort, you'll reach your full potential as a sexy little piece of housewife fluff." When Max had been spanking her, Audrey would have agreed to anything to make it stop. But now that she could think more clearly, she knew Max was leading her down a dangerous road. Audrey didn't need her red, bruised ass to tell her that. Max appeared determined to turn her into a complete bimbo. She couldn't protest, though, or Max would start up again. Besides, as the butch continued massaging her ass, Audrey had to confess it felt good. The rubbing combined with the sensation of being naked over her girlfriend's knees, and even for some strange reason the pain in her ass, caused Audrey's sex to react. Max seemed to sense it also. She dipped a finger in the redhead's rapidly moistening sex, then stuck it in her mouth to have the femme lick her own juices. As she did it, the butch sneered: "That was punishment, not something to get you off. It's time for you to start worrying about my pleasure, not yours. Kneel down and get to work." As Audrey orally satisfied her lover, she considered the events of the past few days. The butch was certainly proving domineering, but relationships weren't one-way streets. She also had to admit she'd goaded Max into these beatings. The butch had clearly told her multiple times she didn't like smart allecks. I mean, Audrey said to herself, it probably doesn't even count as abuse if you deserve it. She also couldn't deny how much her body seemed to be responding to this treatment. Would she find this so sexually arousing if it was really a bad thing? After all, she thought as Max came for the first time, grabbing Audrey's hair to signal for her to continue licking, she knew how much the butch loved her. When Audrey woke up in the morning, slipping Max's arm draped possessively over her breasts off so she could start her morning chores, she noticed her ass was barely hurting anymore. Almost like yesterday's spanking and humiliation had been just a bad dream. After making and serving Max breakfast, however, the stark reality became clear. Max marched Audrey into the bathroom to be weighed. "Get naked. I don't want to hear any excuses." Sighing, Audrey slipped off what little she was wearing before stepping on the scale. She couldn't help but feel a little humiliated as her fully clothed girlfriend tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the result. When it appeared, Max exploded. "136 pounds. Christ, you're practically obese. How the hell have you let yourself go this much?" Audrey, hurt and embarrassed, resisted her first impulse to point out that Max was actually much heavier, even accounting for their height difference. Unlike Audrey, Max even had a noticeable gut. Instead, she tried to defend herself: "I'm 5'6", at my last physical my doctor told me I was in great shape. Maybe..." "Great shape?" Max forcefully interrupted. "Are you fucking kidding me? I had no idea how bad this was. You're disgusting. Jesus." Trying to explain again, Audrey started: "It's not healthy..." Max cut her off with: "Enough. It's time for you to start taking some responsibility for yourself. You haven't even apologized yet for looking like a cow. In fact, if this is how you want it, you better start mooing." "Huh?" "You heard me. I want to hear you moo like the fat cow you are, or you're getting the belt." Audrey just stared at her girlfriend, stunned. She knew Max was serious. And considering how much it hurt when the butch slapped her with a bare palm, she certainly didn't want to see what happened when Max used a weapon. Still, she was a grown woman with self-respect. "Ok, Max. You're right. I'm sorry. I guess it would be good to drop a few pounds." Max moved to unbuckle her belt and Audrey almost had a panic attack on the spot. Still standing naked on the scale, a small, almost involuntary sound escaped her lips. "Moo." Keeping her hands on the buckle, Max ordered: "Louder." Tears in her eyes, Audrey obeyed: "Moo!" "Keep it up until I tell you to stop you stupid cow." "Moooooo! Moooooo!" "Better." Max said over her still mooing, sobbing girlfriend. "Now here's what you need. You're going to have to drop twenty pounds. At that point, I'll decide how much more you'll lose. To keep you motivated, and shame you for how fat you are, every morning at your weighing you'll moo just like this. Understand cow?" "Mooooo!" "Good girl. Now I'm headed to work. Remember the lingerie and heels when I come home. I know this is hard for you, but together we'll turn you into the strong, independent woman you've always wanted to be. Plus, you'll feel much better once you're down to a nice, tight, 115 pounds. As long as," Max added cruelly before leaving, "most of that weight is tits." * Audrey certainly never grew to enjoy being weighed while she degraded herself. But she had to admit, the combination of strict diet, rigorous exercise and Max's unique motivation caused the weight to fly off. That made Max happy, which made for a much more harmonious house. Their sex stayed amazing as well, though, Max started saving the strap on for special occasions. But the butch was still pretty generous about letting Audrey touch herself, sometimes even more than once a week, as the redhead went down on her. Even so, as the days passed, Audrey began feeling increasingly isolated. There really wasn't anyone else in her life besides her butch girlfriend. She hadn't been to the city in weeks. Max had even sold her car, claiming: "Everyone knows femmes can't drive." It made it tough to leave the suburban neighborhood, however, without the car service only Max was allowed to authorize. Especially since Audrey never had access to any money. The butch had discussed giving her a small allowance, but only once she showed the responsibility to handle it. In the meantime, Max only gave her enough for specific errands, like grocery shopping, that she approved in advance. Audrey had to present the receipt along with exact change. The redhead figured Max would understand how much she needed a social life since Max had a huge collection of work friends and poker buddies she saw frequently. She even brought them to the house after work without warning. The first time, Audrey felt embarrassed for strangers to see her in lingerie and heels, holding Max's drink. She squeaked: "Oh, I didn't realize we were having company. Let me get changed." "Nonsense," Max replied, "We're all friends here. Just go fetch some more drinks. And put some wiggle in that walk while you do it. I promised them a show." As Audrey minced towards the kitchen to obey, acutely aware of the view her lingerie was giving, she heard Max remark to her buddies: "Great ass, right?" The redhead put a little extra sway in her hips. It was demeaning, but Audrey loved Max and wanted her to be happy. The time just never seemed right, though, to talk to Max about her own happiness. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if she could have kept some of her old work relationships as friends at least. But Max told her all those men and women were bad influences, so she wasn't to communicate with them anymore. It felt depressing, but Audrey supposed Max knew best. She didn't want to argue about it since they'd already fought over her friendship with Candy. Candace Wellington dated one of Max's bowling league teammates. The butch thought she and Audrey had a lot in common, so suggested they start socializing. Audrey agreed, but found Candy a tad... off-putting. The busty blonde was certainly nice, but talking to her made the redhead feel like gouging out her own eyes. She felt bad dismissing another woman out of hand, but the girl was brutal. It wasn't clear Candy could hold a conversation about any topic not involving fashion or Us Magazine. After the blonde went home, Audrey went to find Max, working on some sort of project in the garage. "So that Candy is quite the intellect," the redhead joked, "thanks for setting us up. I think she's really interesting for a girl who just had a total lobotomy. Better not rush the friendship, though, by seeing her again too soon. I'm thinking 2037 sounds right." Max looked up unhappily. "Don't be a smart ass. There's a hell of a lot you could learn from her if you stopped being such a bitch." Audrey could only stare; slack jawed, as Max went back to her tools, ignoring her. Audrey hated her girlfriend's seemingly ever increasing name-calling. It had started in the bedroom. Audrey hadn't loved it there, but she really hated it everywhere else. Especially since Max seemingly had no reservations about doing it publicly. Not sure whether to complain further about Candy or the taunting, Audrey decided to keep both issues to herself. The last thing she wanted was to make her angry. The new nightly spankings were bad enough as it was. So now she saw Candy twice a week, not including their usual Tuesday hair appointment followed by a Mani Pedi. They also frequently talked on the phone, or rather, the blonde talked while Audrey tried to avoid a migraine brought on by Candy's constant high-pitched giggling. At least Max seemed happy about it, and that, Audrey rationalized, was the important thing. Compromise was the key to any serious relationship. Besides, she and Max had a pretty rich social life together. Like the Saturday Max told her they were going to a party in a nearby town. "It's a pimps and hoes theme. Let's get you set up in something nice and whorish." Since that seemed to be the dominant theme of Audrey's wardrobe these days, it shouldn't have been too hard. Still, Max put her through a regular fashion show, cycling through booty shorts and crop tops, before settling on an outfit. The tiny pink miniskirt combined with a matching pink bikini top certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Audrey didn't mind combining it with her now standard high heels, but she really wished Max would allow her panties. Once Audrey was dressed, Max told her it was time to go. The redhead asked: "Wait, don't you need to change too?" "Nah, I always look like a pimp. Not like anyone could get our roles confused with you looking like that, right?" Audrey had to admit her girlfriend had a point. As Max drove them to the party, Audrey just hoped no one in another car looked too carefully at her. The skirt didn't cover much when standing, but sitting down it was positively obscene. That also presented another problem. Audrey worried she might stain Max's seat. The idea of being shown off in this skimpy little outfit was getting her juicy. Even hotter, she could imagine the jealous looks at seeing her new, trim, sexy body. When they finally arrived, Audrey let out a moan. She was relieved to see the wet spot on the seat wasn't as noticeable as she'd feared. Audrey Escapes The Patriarchy Max, hand resting on Audrey's ass cheek under her skirt, led the redhead into the packed, rented out ballroom. The attendees were easily divisible into three groups. Butches, their femme girlfriends, and waitresses scurrying around offering drinks and snacks. Despite Max claiming there was a pimps and hoes theme, all the other butches seemed to be wearing their normal clothes as well. The femmes, on the other hand, were all showing off miles of cleavage, midriff and leg. Even so, Audrey's outfit seemed the most risqué by a large degree. Blushing as she realized just how exposed she was, Audrey pushed herself tighter against Max. Rather than comfort her, though, Max joked: "Looks like you're the sluttiest hoe here. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. The thing is, though, I see some people I know over there and I don't want them looking down on me because I'm here with you. So why don't you go make some new friends, and I'll call you over if I want you." Max slapped her on the ass before striding towards one of the groups of butches. Audrey didn't know anyone else at the party. She wished she could have stayed with Max, some of the other women were staring at her a little too hungrily for comfort. Audrey decided she might as well take Max's advice and find someone to talk to. She figured she'd have better luck with the women on the other side of the room. They seemed more like her kind of people. It was easy to tell since there didn't seem to be mingling much except for the waitresses. Audrey thought it was pretty funny to see the room split up like one of those junior high dances. On one end various groups of butches conversed about sports or politics. Across from them, scantily clad femmes, heavily made-up and wobbling on their high heels, simpered over hair products and the best way to prepare a roast. Once Audrey walked up, she was instantly greeted like a long lost friend. While Audrey was accepting compliments for her figure from a cute African-American girl in a too tight little black dress, she overheard the tail end of a conversation between two of the waitresses. They were complaining about sexual harassment, with one bitterly remarking over what she would do if "these animals pinch my ass one more time." Audrey felt her blood boil. She wanted to run over and comfort them. In this man's world, Audrey knew, it was critical that women support each other. She also figured the waitresses would be especially open to it since they were in a rare, women only, safe space. Before she could get to them, though, Max boomingly called for her, using a cute pet name, "Tits. Come." When she reached her girlfriend's side, Max smilingly announced: "Good girl." She punctuated the remark by grabbing the strap of Audrey's bikini and snapping it hard against her back. Audrey merely grunted in response. Max introduced her to the other women. "This is Audrey. What do you think?" A tall woman with short dark hair, staring directly at Audrey's breasts, responded: "Hard to say. She might be pretty enough, I guess. Decent body. Alright face. But considering she's willing to wear something like this in public, I'm sure she's a complete freak in the bedroom." "Yeah," another woman chimed in, "definitely good for a one night stand. But not the kind of girl you want to date. Just one of those fun, party sluts." "You have no idea," Max agreed. "I was fucking her within an hour of meeting her. Hell, the little bitch isn't even wearing any panties. Normally I wouldn't consider staying with someone like this, but I've had so much fun playing with her, I decided to keep her." Audrey went crimson in embarrassment at that comment and the resulting laughter. She couldn't believe she was standing half-naked around these women while they discussed her like she wasn't there. And Max not only didn't bother defending her, she was participating. Not wanting to make eye contact, Audrey instead looked around the room. She wistfully noticed a nearby waitress with a cheese plate, and another with champagne. Sighing, she wondered if there was any celery around instead. Audrey must have been hungrier than she realized, since she missed Max addressing her. When the butch commented: "I said, isn't that right you dumb slut?" Audrey realized she'd drifted off and looked at her girlfriend. "Huh?" "Never mind. You're even ditzier today than usual." Turning towards her friends, Max added: "Her little head is filled to capacity. If it isn't about cooking, cleaning, sucking or fucking, she can barely pay attention." Audrey stared at the ground as the butches commiserated with each other over how flighty femmes were. All the redhead wanted to do was go home, but she could tell Max was having too good of a time for that. The last thing Audrey wanted to do was start nagging. That's how Audrey had almost gotten herself into trouble when Max told her she had to dance naked for some of her butch friends during halftime of a football game. The redhead had been outraged, refusing to even consider it. Max had asked her friends to "Give me a second," as she grabbed Audrey's arm and pulled her into another room. "You're embarrassing me. Besides it's a little late for this innocent, good girl routine. We both know what a slut you are. Just look how you're dressed." Audrey blushed at the reference to her short mini skirt and midriff baring, low-cut tank top. "But you told me to the wear this..." "Yes. And now I'm telling you to dance." "Max, this is crazy. Ordering me to strip for your drinking buddies? I don't want to dance for anyone besides you. I'm not just some sex toy for you to show off." "Stupid bitch. I'm not a man so it's not possible for me to objectify women. Now get your ass back in there and start stripping. You're going to get it hard if you don't start behaving yourself like a good little femme." "No, please. I'll do it some other time, just not tonight. Please?" Audrey practically begged. "Don't be ridiculous. The only way this relationship will work is if we both embrace our natural roles. Who's the boss?" "You are, but..." "And which one of us is the happy little housewife?" "I am," Audrey answered miserably. "Exactly. You shouldn't be worrying or thinking about anything. That's my job. You're to stay focused on getting all juicy while you dance. I'll bet you've already gotten a head start." Too ashamed to admit her girlfriend was right, Audrey said nothing. "Exactly. Now go touch up your make-up, and when you come back, what am I going to see?" "Me shaking my ass." "Damn right." Max agreed. As Audrey turned towards the bathroom, she heard Max remark: "Sorry about that. Great tits, but a little slow on the uptake." The accompanying burst of laughter made Audrey feel two feet tall. And it was hard to reclaim any self-esteem as she wiggled naked in front of the group of drunk and rowdy lesbians. It wouldn't have done any good complaining, though. Max knew how much this turned her on. And Audrey did too. * The clock showed 2:33 in the morning when rustling downstairs woke Audrey. She instinctively tried to raise her hands to rub her eyes before remembering the handcuffs which made it impossible. Max had started making her sleep with her wrists cuffed behind her back after catching Audrey touching herself in bed one night. There hadn't been much Audrey could say in argument. She knew the rules. But Max had gotten so stingy about orgasms. Well, Audrey's orgasms at least. And with Audrey's mandatory 8:30 bedtime, she always had a few hours to herself before Max came up to join her. She probably would have kept getting away with it too, but for some bad luck. Max came upstairs to grab a sweater at the exact moment Audrey let out a satisfied little squeal. From there, it didn't take much inspection to reveal a naughty housewife, masturbating without permission. Audrey wasn't surprised to be punished. The nipple clamps and riding crop got use even when she was a good girl. Audrey didn't expect, however, handcuffs to become a permanent nightly fixture, to ensure she stopped "slutting out." Mission accomplished, Audrey thought, her sex aching. From downstairs, there was a large metallic clatter, followed by Max bellowing: "Audrey, get that lazy ass down here." Sighing, Audrey rose from the bed, maintaining balance as best she could with her wrists behind her back. Maybe Max would give her the strap-on tonight, she hoped. It had been almost two weeks, and Audrey needed it so badly. Especially since Max had decided to put cameras in every room of the house to prevent her from masturbating while the butch was at work. She'd decided Audrey showed more enthusiasm for her "wifely responsibilities" when she didn't get too much pleasure of her own. Upon making it downstairs, Audrey suppressed a groan over her normally spotless kitchen. The place looked like a disaster zone. Pots and pans strewn all over. It was all so unnecessary too. Max certainly wasn't ever going to cook anything herself. And sure enough, she was sitting at the table eating the pie Audrey baked for tomorrow's dessert. The redhead didn't even need to smell her breath to know she was drunk. Max greeted her with: "There's my little bimbo. What took you so long? Clearly not picking out an outfit, hahaha. Been touching yourself again?" Wondering how Max thought she could manage that in hand cuffs when she couldn't even dress herself, Audrey merely responded: "No, I've been good." "I'll bet," Max laughed, "but I better check to make sure. Get over here." Audrey walked towards her girlfriend, who, once within range, none too gently jammed two fingers in her sopping sex. Audrey let out a moan over the contact she craved. Satisfied, Max withdrew her fingers. Audrey felt like crying at the loss. "God, you're a horny bitch. Just wet and needy all the time. Pathetic." Finishing off the pie, Max let out a belch. Leaving the pan and fork on the table, she headed to the den. Almost as an afterthought, she called to Audrey: "You can clean up later. Now come." The butch turned the television on before collapsing on the couch and motioning for Audrey to sit. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I ran into an old friend of yours at the bar tonight." Audrey looked up meekly from the floor, not sure if Max was finished. She'd adapted well to the rules about not speaking unless spoken to, as well as sitting at her girlfriend's feet unless she was given permission to use the furniture. Max continued: "Nice guy named Mike. Claimed you two used to date in college. Luckily since I'm not the jealous type, I invited him and his girlfriend over for drinks tomorrow. Ready to show him how much you've learned?" "Ok, Max." Audrey assented, though her expression didn't look too enthusiastic. Max smilingly reached down to rub Audrey's hair. As the butch stroked her like a house pet, Audrey felt a familiar tingle in her sex. Letting out a little sigh, she tried to focus on what Max was saying. "I bet you're looking forward to showing an ex how well you're doing now. I was telling him stories about how wild you are in bed and he sounded surprised. Told me how vanilla you used to be. Guess you just needed a true, feminist relationship to embrace the real you." Audrey couldn't tell if that was a question, but since Max seemed to be in the mood to talk, she nodded in response. The butch continued: "That's what men don't understand. Women need the freedom to find their own path. I mean, how could you even look yourself in the mirror if you participated in a system designed to subjugate another human being just because of their gender? We're so lucky to have found each other." Max's grip on her hair grew a little harder. "I love being able to help you reach your full potential for being a slutty little bimbo housewife without a thought in her head." Audrey noticed she had begun rubbing her ass against the carpet, trying to get some sensation on her sex. All this talk about her role was definitely getting her horny. Then again, everything was getting her horny recently. Recognizing the message, Max laughed. "Sorry babe, I'm not in the mood tonight. Besides, I want you eager to please when you show off for our guests tomorrow. But don't worry, I know how to take care of my desperate housewife. I'll let you lick me until I fall asleep. How's that sound?" The redhead looked up, attempting to fake a grateful smile. She wasn't very convincing, but luckily for her, Max had already returned her attention to the tv. Audrey had known Max would likely leave her stewing in her own juices, but it was still disappointing to find out for sure. Even worse, with the butch drunk, she'd probably pass out on the couch after an orgasm or two. Audrey would be expected to spend the night sleeping on the hard floor at Max's feet. Nothing was ever easy, Audrey thought. And that included trying to get Max's pants down with her wrists still cuffed behind her back. Audrey hoped Max would help her, but the butch already appeared half-asleep. Still, Audrey knew better than to try to shirk her duties. Grabbing Max's belt with her teeth, she began struggling to get it off. * When Mike and his girlfriend Danielle arrived the next night, Max greeted them at the door while Audrey put the finishing touches on the plate of snacks she'd prepared. Putting them on a tray along with some beers, she made her way to join the party in the living room. Her high heels clicking on the floor announced her presence before she walked in. "Jesus," Mike cried when he saw her, "you really have changed. Nice get-up." Audrey blushed at the reference to the ridiculous naughty schoolgirl outfit Max had insisted upon. Her red hair, made up in matching pigtails, completed the look. "Hi, Mike. Great to see you." The former frat boy still looked good, Audrey had to admit. Even less surprisingly, his current girlfriend was cute too. Wrapped in a slinky black dress, the girl had dark hair, dark eyes and a good body. Her expression, however, suggested a none too bright, spoiled, sorority girl. As Audrey placed her tray on the table, she felt a pang of sympathy for the poor girl. No doubt Mike was the same as always. What kind of relationship was that for a woman? After brief introductions, Audrey stood uncomfortably, unsure what else she was supposed to say. Max had an idea, as she grabbed a beer for her and Mike. "Well that's enough of you girls chit-chatting. Why don't you keep us entertained with a little dance, fire crotch." Blushing even more deeply at this degrading nickname, not to mention the prospect of stripping for her ex-boyfriend and his date, Audrey still scrambled to obey. After starting the music, she began touching herself as she grinded her body, just the way Max expected. Mike and Danielle shot each other surprised glances. Danielle seemed quite disturbed, but not quite enough to leave. Mike, on the other hand, clearly wanted to watch the show. Audrey was already untying the little shirt that only somewhat covered her bra. Nothing unusual there. The butch didn't like too much "nonsense," as she put it, before getting to the good stuff. Seeing the hunger in her boyfriend's eyes, Danielle passive aggressively said: "So, this how you guys normally greet your guests?" "Of course," Max answered brightly, eyes gleaming. Danielle shivered at the look. There was something predatory about Max. The butch continued, as Audrey wiggled out of her skirt: "It may seem strange to us, but Audrey is just a femme. She's not happy unless she can please her betters. Just enjoy the little slut showing off, she does." Danielle didn't like the sound of that, but couldn't think of any response. Instead she sat silently. Mike was also quiet, though, his tongue appeared to be hanging out a little. Audrey stared straight ahead, concentrating on her stripping. There was no sound in the room besides for music as Audrey unclasped her bra and dropped it to the ground. "Jesus," Mike whispered in awe. Danielle looked up at him unhappily, preparing to give her boyfriend a piece of her mind, but Max beat her to it. "Not too bad, huh? You just have to know how to handle 'em and they fall right in line." Shaking his head in disbelief, Mike managed only another "Jesus." Audrey tuned out the room talking about her. She'd long since gotten used to that by now. It wasn't embarrassing, Audrey found, if you didn't think about it. Ignore the eyes drinking in her curves. Just focus on her music and her body. Audrey repeated it to herself like a mantra as she rolled her hips exaggeratedly and gave her own nipples a hard tug. The stimulation sent another shiver through her pussy. As horny as Max kept her, she wondered if she could come from nipple play alone. And there were other upsides as well. She no longer looked awkward dancing in the tall heels. All her audience saw now was a natural stripper. A girl who looked like she danced for her girlfriend's house guests all the time. Which, of course, she did. Audrey rubbed her nipples again, this time letting out a throaty moan. She would have loved to continue her experiment, ex-boyfriend or not, but a dangerous look from Max told her it wouldn't be a good idea. Audrey's hands moved to her ass, trying to protect it from an imaginary spanking for unauthorized orgasm. Determined to do better, Audrey placed her thumbs in her panties to pull them down. Now naked except for her heels, Audrey kept gyrating, pigtails swinging wildly. Max chose this time to turn to Mike and Danielle to make small talk. As they discussed the weather, Audrey looked down to see her body already coated with sweat. The third song had just started, but she was already tiring. She briefly gave Max a plaintive look, hoping for some sympathy. The butch, however, merely motioned with her hand for Audrey to continue. Audibly groaning, the redhead kept dancing. Her body was already protesting. While traditional strippers moved gracefully, Max expected a more energetic performance, personified by her frequent calls to "make 'em bounce." Max found the style more stimulating, and from the look on Mike's face, so did he, but constantly flopping and shaking her tits felt like murder on Audrey's back. She turned around to wiggle her ass instead, hoping for a little break. "I can't believe she does this for you." Mike said, shaking his head in amazement. "More like I do it for her. She fucking loves this stuff. I'll show you." Max finished off her beer and in one swig, then held out the empty bottle telling Audrey: "Time to add a prop to the show." It was funny. When the day started, Audrey would have done anything to be fucked, even by a beer bottle. Now that it was actually happening, though, her shame and libido were waging an intense battle. Audrey accepted the bottle, but her wide eyes and downcast expression pled for mercy. Instead, Max told her: "And would it kill you to smile? No one likes a depressed bimbo." The naked girl plastered on the biggest fake grin she could manage. It didn't touch her eyes. As Audrey brought the bottle towards her sex, preparing to insert it, Max interrupted. "Stupid bitch. You know better. No penetration without permission. Now put your toy where it belongs." Two women shouted out: "Oh God, no," instantaneously. For Danielle, this was the final straw. She hadn't really wanted to meet Mike's ex-girlfriend in the first place. As she saw what a complete whore the girl was, though, and the night got kinkier, Danielle decided not just to leave this house but to leave Mike as well. She'd tell him once he dropped her off, she decided. "Mike, take me home right now, or I'm leaving without you." "Uhh, sure babe, just a minute," Mike said distractedly, eyes never leaving Audrey.