Future of Porn

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I said it only after we had returned safely to the car and were pulling out of the parking lot. She had walked the twenty or thirty feet to the car without ever bothering to put on her shirt. To the best of my knowledge no one had seen her, but that was only a matter of chance. At any moment a car may have driven down the well used alley way to patronize any of the several stores that, like the bookstore, had rear entrances for the convenience of their customers. Or perhaps an employee of one of those stores may have chosen to take a cigarette break at that particular moment and walked out of the store and seen her. Cars driving through the intersections at either end of the short alleyway would have allowed their drivers a perfect view as well, and since the alleyway abutted homes that faced the street one block over there were rear windows to be considered as well as opened garage doors.

“Sorry for what?” she responded.

“I’m sorry that I…Aren’t you going to put your shirt on?”

“Why, do you want me to?”

I looked at her bare tits and then quickly glanced out the window. The street wasn’t bumper to bumper by any means, but it wasn’t deserted either. I looked both ways and for the moment no one was coming. I turned left and proceeded to accelerate.

“Well, do you or not?” she asked. “I don’t see any reason to put it on but I will if you ask me to.” When I didn’t immediately answer she simply smiled and changed the subject.

“You said you wanted to apologize for something?”

“Yes, I…I wanted to apologize for…for, you know…feeling you up like I did.”

“You don’t have to feel sorry for that. If I had minded I wouldn’t have put your hand there in the first place.”

“I don’t mean earlier. I mean later when I… when I…

“When you stuck your fingers inside me? That WAS a surprise, but it wasn’t a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

We drove in silence for perhaps a minute before Angel said, “And I’m sorry too.”

“What are YOU sorry for?” I asked as I lit the first cigarette I’d had since before entering the book store.

“I’M sorry that you threw in all that shit about wanting me to use the dildo. I thought everything had been going fine until then.” It sounded more like a rebuke than an apology, but I gracefully let it slide. The last thing I wanted to do was to get into an argument with her.

“I don’t know. It was in the spur of the moment and I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry it bothered you.”

“I wouldn’t say it bothered me, but it certainly threw me off track. Up until you mentioned the dildo I thought I had everything under control.”

‘You mentioned it first,” I reminded her.

“Yes, and now I wish I hadn’t. Put yourself in my place for a minute. I’m trying go get you to hire me and I don’t have any idea of what you’re really looking for. Your advertisement said that the work wouldn’t be pornographic, and then you ask me to stuff a dildo in my pussy and let a roomful of strangers watch me masturbate? For all I knew it was some kind of test.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Obviously, since we’re having this discussion. Unfortunately I didn’t know it at the time. I suddenly had a decision to make. If I DID accept your offer - and I followed through with it - you might think I was a little too slutty and I’d lose my chance of being hired. On the other hand, if I said no to the offer you might not hire me because I wasn’t willing to do what you wanted me to do. You put me in a position where I had to choose, and I really didn’t have enough information to go on.”

There was a grey Ford Explorer waiting to enter traffic from a side street and I gave car a little more gas to go in front of him so he would be safely behind us where I could keep and eye on him. For the time being he was the only car we needed to worry about, but I knew that there would soon be others. I could my blood pressure rising.

“So why did you choose to reject the offer? Why not accept it?” I asked, taking another look in the rear view mirror.

“I weighed the options and decided that I had the best chance of getting the job by rejecting it. If I accepted and then found out it was the wrong choice I wouldn’t have much chance to change your mind. By NOT accepting I at least had a chance of making up for it later on.”

I thought about what she’d said and it made sense. She was doing her best to straddle the saddle and not fall off horse.

“If I had known that you really wanted me to do it I would have, if that’s what you want to know,” she said just before I was ready to respond to her last statement. “Like I’ve told you, I WANT this job. So tell me, did you want me to do it or not?”

I had to think before answering. “Yes and no. I guess I wanted to see what you would do. In the end you did it anyway, only you used your fingers instead of the dildo. If you wanted to play it safe, why did you do it then and not earlier?”

“By then you’d stuck your finger in my pussy. I figured that anybody who did that while a group of strangers watched wasn’t strictly a non-pornographic kind of guy. From that point on I just did what I wanted to do.”

“And that’s what you WANTED to do?”

She smiled enigmatically and changed the subject. “I really do hope you’re going to hire me. We seem to understand each other and we get along together. I think we’d have a good time. I didn’t do anything that you didn’t want me to, did I?” In the view mirror I saw the Explorer had changed lanes and accelerated. Instead of trying to stay ahead of him I gambled and quickly tapped on the brakes. Thankfully he passed by so quick that he didn’t see her nudity.

“No. I was a little nervous of course,” I responded, “but now that it’s over I don’t think I could have asked for anything better.”

“So, it didn’t jeopardize my chance of getting the job?”

“No. If anything it did the opposite.”

“So, you enjoyed it?”

“It was the highlight of the last ten years of my life,” I said with complete sincerity.

“If you enjoyed it so much then why are you so nervous now? I’ve been watching your eyes and you’ve spent more time looking at the traffic than you have my tits. I told you I’d cover up if you wanted me to.”

“No, don’t,” I said more quickly than I suppose I should have. “If it gets too busy I’ll tell you, but keep if off for now.”

She smiled wickedly at me. “The last ten years, huh? Do you want to make it the last twenty?” Before I could answer she unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them off. “I never came, you know.”

I snubbed out what was left of my cigarette in the ashtray and put both of my hands firmly on the steering wheel.

**********

I couldn’t make up my mind if I was more excited or frightened. Here I was, an older man driving down the main street of town with a totally naked girl in my car, and if that weren’t enough she was masturbating. Her right foot was braced against the top of the dash and her left was dangerously close to the accelerator. If I had driven the Chevy Suburban we would be riding high off the ground, but when Karen and I had returned from the morning’s field trip I had noticed the gas gauge showed it was nearly empty. Rather than subject Angel to a potentially embarrassing pit stop dressed in less than pit stop apparel I had opted to take the Taurus instead. Now she was vulnerable to the eyes of almost everyone on the road.

It was over five miles to the freeway and another six miles before we reached home. I wasn’t concerned all that much about the freeway – few people take the time to look in other people’s cars as they pass by - but I was concerned about the five miles it took getting there. From here to the on-ramp was primarily commercial property, with a smattering of residential thrown in for good measure, and there were numerous stop signs and traffic signals along the way that could cause us problems. The last mile or so was industrial and if we could make it to there we would probably be safe since the five o’clock exodus from those heading home after a day’s work was almost an hour away. Traffic was still light but there were not enough traffic to keep me nervous. To calm myself I lit another cigarette.

Despite the XXX-rated performance occurring only inches away from me I tried like hell to keep my eyes trained on the road. I wasn’t altogether successful but I did manage to avoid accidents and I kept track as best I could the position of all the cars in the area. Masturbating in the bookstore with the doors locked was one thing but doing it along a major thoroughfare where any stray glance would draw attention was quite another. With her foot on the dash and a liberal amount of bare leg showing above window level I suspected such stray glances would be inevitable.

We made it through the first two intersections without anyone seeing her, but we encountered a problem as we approached the third. I saw the light change to red in the distance and the brake lights from the Explorer came on. The last thing I wanted was to sit stationary next to the Explorer, but given the distance from us to the light I felt confident that we were far enough away so that gradual slowing would increase the chances that we wouldn’t need to stop at all. I took my foot off the pedal and as we slowed I took advantage of the situation by treating myself to a full ten second stare at Angel’s fingers as they slid in and out of her wet pussy. Finally I forced my eyes to look at the road again and as I did I caught a quick glimpse in the rear view mirror of a yellow Volkswagen gaining on us from behind. I lightly tapped the brake and slowed even more. I was expecting the driver to stay behind us, but instead he changed lanes and passed us on the right. The driver was male and as he passed I noticed him glancing at Angel’s exposed leg. He didn’t slow down but I was sure he had seen her tits as well as her leg. At that very moment, I thought, he was wondering what else she wasn’t wearing.

Now that he was ahead of us I tapped the brakes again and slowed even more quickly. The Explorer was now at a complete stop and yellow Volkswagen was slowing as well. We were getting dangerously close to the intersection and it was decision time. It was too late for us to either fall back and get behind the Volkswagen or speed up and get between the two cars, and I realized that the only option that would keep her out of sight was to stop a full three car links from the crosswalk.

I had just begun to brake when I noticed the light was changing to yellow for the cross traffic. I began relaxing a little assuming that we had it made. Within a second or two the yellow light would turn to red and with acceleration we could speed pass them cars without needing to stop. They wouldn’t see a thing. I waited a few seconds and then accelerated.

Now, assumptions are based on a probability that a particular action will or will not happen. We examine the facts, assign fictional ‘weights’ to the various outcomes, make a logical evaluation of the data, and then simply give it our best guess. Theoretically the most logical outcomes should prevail most of the time, and when they don’t it’s normally caused by GIGO. For those of you who are not computer literate or up to date on current mumbo-jumbo, GIGO is an abbreviation for Garbage In-Garbage Out which is an acronym noting that garbage inputted into a computer results in garbage outputted.

Like shit, GIGO happened. My input was garbage and the output got fucked up. The yellow light I had seen was for the CROSS traffic to stop in order to let cars make a left turn in front of us and not, as I had assumed, a green light for us to go. I had noticed the left hand turn signal too late to do anything other than to slam on the brakes and come to a complete stop almost nose to nose with the Explorer. We couldn’t turn left, we couldn’t turn right, we couldn’t creep forward for fear of being clipped by the turning cars, and by the freakiest of circumstances a crappy looking car that must have been ten years old had popped up out of a bad dream and was slowing down behind us. We were trapped and there was no option other than staying where we were and letting the driver of the Explorer get an eyeful of Angel’s naked body.

Once she had shucked her shorts and begun playing with her pussy Angel had closed her eyes and shut out all distractions. Despite my sudden slowing she continued to masturbate and was completely ignorant that we were stopped, much less that she was being observed. That was about to change. When the light finally turned green I floored it. The screech of the tires and my fast acceleration finally caught her attention. She immediately jumped forward and pulled her foot of the dash. “What the hell was that?” she asked with a look of panic on her face.

“Some yo-yo in a SUV,” I answered as I checked my rear view mirror and saw the gray Explorer pacing us in the other lane. “He pulled up along side at the stop light and he was looking at you.”

“Thank God! For a minute there I thought maybe we were going to be in accident! You should have given me some sort of a warning.” She nervously reached for her cigarettes and then settled back in the seat and lit one.

All of a sudden a black VW pulled out of a driveway in front of us and I had to brake in order to avoid hitting it. It accelerated to perhaps 25 MPH and then held that speed. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the Explorer rapidly approaching on the right, with the yellow Volkswagen right behind and the crappy looking junk heap still behind us.

“I think it’s time for you to put your shirt on again,” I said, looking at her. I think she knew I was worried.

“Are you sure he saw me? He’s certainly not making much of an attempt to catch up with us.”

I looked in the mirror again and saw that she was right. It didn’t seem like he had closed the gap at all. If anything he seemed further away than before. I quickly checked the speedometer to make certain I wasn’t exceeding the speed limit and then took my foot off the gas and let the car drift over to right side of the road.

“I don’t know,” I said “He was sitting too high for me to see his eyes, but the guy in the yellow VW definitely did. He was looking directly at your leg when he passed us.”

“What could he see from a VW? I’m talking about the guy in the Explorer.”

“I think he did, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Then why don’t you slow down? If he’s already seen me then what’s the difference? And if he didn’t see me but you THINK he did then it’s the same as if he had, right?”

“No. If he did then he…I mean, if he didn’t he didn’t whether I…?

“”Let him catch up with us so I can give him a show. That way we’ll all know for certain.” She smiled at me and then put her leg on the dash board again.

There was a flaw in Angel’s logic – I knew there was – but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him gaining on us. I placed my foot on the brake pedal and pushed it softly.

Angel placed her foot on the dash again and began playing with her nipples. Her eyes were looking into the side mirror and watching him as he approached.

“SHIT!” I heard her say as the Explorer breezed by us without so much as attempt to slow down to match our speed. ‘He never even slowed down. Are you sure he saw me the first time?”

“I don’t know. I’m not as certain as I had been, that’s for sure.”

“So speed up again and catch him. I WANT him to see me.”

“I don’t think I have to. He’s slowing down. I think he noticed you this time.”

**********

Angel’s window was down and her long hair was blowing in the wind. Her arm was resting on the car door and she was looking straight ahead as our two cars closed the gap. She was still smiling.

As we came closer together I could see him looking back at us through his side mirror. When the two were side by side he adjusted his speed to match ours and smiled down at Angel. Cool as could be she just sat there and didn’t do or say anything.

From where I was sitting the roof of the car still blocked my view of his eyes, but I was nervous nonetheless. She was sitting close enough to the door that he probably couldn’t see her pussy, but her bare breasts would easily visible to his eyes. I kept trying to put myself in his position. What was he thinking? What was she? Would he say something to her? Would she sit silently from here to the Freeway letting him stare at her breasts without moving?

Although it seemed longer it was probably not more than ten, or perhaps fifteen, seconds before Angel leaned over and took the cigarette pack out of my shirt pocket. To do so she had to move her body across the whole car and I knew that he had undoubtedly been introduced to the sight of her ass and probably her pussy as well. She shook one out of the pack and then sat forward and waited for the lighter in the dash to warm enough to ignite her cigarette. When it was lit, she returned to her seat and assumed her previous pose.

Another long ten seconds passed before Angel turned and rolled down the window. “So, are you enjoying the show?” I heard her ask.

If there was an answer I couldn’t hear it for all the noise the wind was making as its rushed through her open window, but suddenly she moved the cigarette to her left hand and began running her right hand over her breasts.

Quite honestly I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to push down on the accelerator and escape, yet I wanted to stay and watch as she exposed herself to this stranger. I was afraid that she would take it to the next level and afraid that she wouldn’t. My mind was getting confused and my wants and desires were getting mixed up with my fears and uncertainties. Then – suddenly – I felt myself starting to get hard. It had been a long time, and I was ecstatic. Perhaps my idea of hiring a model was the panacea I had been looking for. Hopefully by the time the 20 days were over I would find that it had been caused by lack or stimulation and not, as I had feared, total impotence. Perhaps Angel, like Karen, would want to fuck me once we returned to the house. Would I be able to perform? My hands were sweating and the steering wheel felt wet.

Still rubbing her hands over her breasts she turned to me and asked “How far is it to the freeway?”

“That’s it straight ahead,” I said pointing to already visible sign pointing the way.

“Just in time,” she said. “This is getting me hot.” She placed both feet against the dash and then turned and exposed her pussy to him. I let out a small gasp when I suddenly realized what she was doing. Her right hand was on the seat and her left began stroking the tight, curly hair between her legs. She was pointing her pussy directly at him and there was no doubt in my mind that she was parting her lips for his visual pleasure.

She was high above the seat that she could easily be seen by anyone on the road whether they were approaching us from the rear, coming at us from the other direction or even walking down the street. As far as I could tell it wouldn’t have bothered her if the whole damn world was to watch. She seemed to revel in her exposure.

I watched her every bit as attentively as our new friend in the Explorer. Facing her from the front he could see things that I obviously couldn’t, but I was closer and had what I imagined was a better much better view. I was viewing her from behind, and through her parted legs I could see both holes in Technicolor brilliance as her fingers caressed and stimulated them in tandem. She was wet and there was a musky smell of sex in the car that even the open window failed to disperse. No, I thought, I wouldn’t have wanted to change positions with him all. The only thing that he had in his favor was that he was seeing her for the first time, and in a completely unexpected environment. He was experiencing her in much the same way as I had experienced the girl in Terry’s Tavern – suddenly and unexpectedly. It was a moment in time that he would be remembered forever, and the memories would stay with him as long as lived. I on the other hand had twenty more days to learn more of her body’s pleasures.

At first the startled man didn’t know how to respond. I watched as his eyes darted from one face to another until his gaze finally rested upon Justine. Slowly, he forced the words out.

“I…don’t have any objections, miss,” he said with some hesitation.

“Are you sure? You seem a little uncertain.”

Again he halted before replying. “No, miss. I have no problem with it.”

I could not understand, as I watched his nervous response from my secret hiding place in the closet, why nakedness should have been a prerequisite for employment. But then I recalled the books I had recently read that dealt with women in power who controlled men via manual stimulation of their penises, and I started to put it all together. He was going to become their group boy toy.

“Then stand up and remove all your clothes—now!”

At first he hesitated. But his need to be dominated overrode his timidity and he slowly rose and began to disrobe.

Andre took his time removing his clothes. He began with his shoes and socks; then the shirt came off followed by his pants. These items he deposited in a heap by his feet. He stood there now with only his boxer briefs on, looking embarrassed and seeking direction. I noticed that there was a big bulge in his underwear.

“He’s got a hard-on for Christ’s sake!” said a cute, stout-looking woman with a Russian accent.

Upon seeing his erection all the women began laughing, making lewd remarks and reveling in his embarrassment. But some withheld their comments, preferring instead to see what was hiding underneath his briefs.

“Well?” Justine asked. “What are you waiting for?”

Andre’s face turned beet red. “You want me to take off my underwear too?”

“Of course!” she demanded.

There was nothing the hapless young man could do. If he refused, he would dismissed. Reluctantly, he lowered his hands to his waist and began to pull his briefs down in a slow, exaggerated motion. The women, sensing his reluctance, showered him with catcalls.

“Oh, hurry up!” Justine said impatiently. “Don’t keep us waiting or you’ll find yourself out on the street in a minute!”

Some of the women started to chuckle as he fumbled with his underwear. From my vantage point in the closet, Andre stood about 30 feet away from me on a diagonal plane, and I could see every deliberate motion of his hands and every strained look on his face as he pulled his underwear down. My aunt, Lenore, and several other women, one a fiery Japanese girl who looked too young to be involved with this group, had the advantage of seeing his marvelously rounded and muscular backside from up close. The girl actually took the liberty of reaching out and caressing his ass, earning a round of cheers from the ladies. However, it was the thing sprouting up from between his legs that got the greatest amount of attention.

To a chorus of jeering and drunken women, Andre drew his briefs down beyond the level of his crotch, and his penis, now fully erect, sprang into view. It was an amazing sight, pointing up hard and straight toward the ceiling. I found myself mouthing the words “Oh, my God!” as the huge cock—about the same size as Delvin’s I thought—bobbed about as if it had a life of its own. Justine ordered him to turn around so that my aunt and those seated behind him could get a good view of this object of wonder.

“You have a beautiful prick young man,” Lenore said admiring his penis.

“I love his balls!” Estelle exclaimed. “Look how big they are!”

This made everyone break out into gales of laughter.

My aunt sat there with a huge grin on her face, eyeing him up and down. “Lovely,” she said, as he continued rotating his torso so that everyone could see his ample equipment.

Andre was indeed a striking example of male physical perfection. He reminded me of an ancient Greek warrior frozen in marble, the sculptor’s art reflected in the infinite details of his face and torso, providing a vision of idealized beauty. So many favorable comments, voiced in several different languages, came fast and furious as Andre, quickly gaining more confidence in his new role as male model, did an impromptu dance, making his penis shake up and down and side to side as he did so.

“Bravo!” shouted a beautiful, leggy blonde with an Italian accent. “I must congratulate you Phoebe on your taste in men! Bravo!”

“Thank you Felicia,” my aunt replied.

Andre continued to perform his little dance until Justine ordered him to sit down.

“I was going to command you to get an erection but I can see you have no trouble in that department!” Justine laughed.

For the first time Andre smiled. I think he was beginning to feel a bit more self-assured, now that he felt himself closer to his ultimate goal of servitude to these women. But any hope of an easy approval was swiftly dashed when Lenore stood up to address him.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself Mr. Wilkins,” she said in a stern voice. “You have a long way to go yet.”

Andre’s smile quickly faded, but not his erection.

In my limited experiences with boys, I’ve always noticed that their penises seemed to have a mind of their own. It seemed to me that adult males suffered the same problem.

“How long is your dick, Mr. Wilkins?” Justine asked bluntly.

“I…I don’t know,” he confessed shamefacedly. “I’ve never measured it, miss.”

A pretty, flaxen-haired woman in a red dress, whose name I later learned was Gertrude, burst out laughing.

“Dumbbell!” she exclaimed. “All men take measurements of their penises!”

“Not necessarily,” Janet replied. “My husband never knew how big he was until I measured it for him.”

“Oh yeah? Well, he must be a dumbbell too!”

All the women laughed, but Janet didn’t care much for the comment.

“Phoebe, do you have a tape measure?” Lenore asked my aunt.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where my servants keep it.”

“Well, he has to be measured somehow,” Justine said.

“A very attractive and tall black woman took a sip of her drink and said, “He looks about a size 10 to me.”

“You must be talking about your shoe size Zula,” Lenore said jokingly.

“No, she’s talking about mine,” Estelle said removing one of her shoes. “I’m a size ten.”

“Well, stick it next to his cock and let’s see how Mr. Wilkins measures up,” said Justine with a smirk.

Andre was ordered to stand as Estelle placed the underside of her pump alongside the young man’s massive erection.

“Ha! I was right!” she cried. “Ten inches exactly. A perfect fit!”

Everyone laughed and commended her and Zula for their visual acumen.

Estelle removed her shoe and stared at his prick longingly for a few seconds, and then placed her hand between his legs and cupped his balls.

“I hope your batteries are fully charged,” she said as she squeezed the swollen sac.

Andre winced and tried to draw away but Justine reprimanded him.

“Keep your hands by your sides Mr. Wilkins or you know what will happen to you!”

“Please, miss,” he entreated Estelle. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she replied. “But don’t try to stop me from playing with you either.”

Estelle unashamedly let her hands wander around his genital area for some time as all the other women watched intently.

“Great cock, I must say!” she blurted out as she fisted him gently up and down. “Do I turn you on?”

“Yes, miss,” he replied as he drew in a deep breath.

She continued to toy with his cock and balls until Lenore was forced to intervene.

“Okay, Estelle. That’s enough. Let’s get on with it.”

Estelle returned to her seat, but not before teasing Andre with a few more quick tugs on his pole. Justine told him to remain standing as she continued the line of questioning.

“All right, so now you know how long your dick is,” she said to him in an unimpassioned voice. “Please tell us how often you masturbate.”

“Well, miss,” he faltered. “I…uh…”

“Go ahead. Tell us. Don’t be ashamed.”

“Well, I usually do it once a day and sometimes I wait two or three days before I do it,” he admitted with some hesitation. “I can even do it several times a day if I’m really horny.”

“Really?” she said surprised. “Several times a day. That’s amazing. Are you horny now?”

“Yes, miss,” he said emphatically.

A young, lovely Chinese woman almost choked on her drink. “What a silly thing to ask him Justine!” Can’t you see he’s leaking already?”

I had no idea what she was referring to. Leaking what from where? It wasn’t until Justine walked up to Andre and bent over to inspect his penis that I understood.

“I guess you’re right, Yin,” she said as she probed his glans with her fingers. “Will somebody get me some tissues?”

She withdrew her hand and played with the sticky residue left behind on her thumb and forefinger.

“Here you are,” Gertrude said, handing her a bunch of tissues.

She quickly wiped away the fluid from her fingers and handed the remaining tissues to Andre. “Try to keep things under control, will you?”

“Yes, miss,” he replied, as he deftly applied the tissues to the tip of his penis.

“Now Mr. Wilkins, I want you to understand that male nudity is not only commonplace in the Sisterhood, it is mandatory for all our servants. Do you have a problem with that?”

At first I thought Andre was going to voice an objection, but he thought better of it and just nodded his head. “No miss,” he said haltingly. “No problem.”

“Very well,” Justine said, pleased with his response. “Now I have a hypothetical question for you. Let’s suppose you’re serving drinks at one of our parties and, on a whim, one of the female guests asks you to perform for her…you know, an off-the-cuff jerk off show for her and her friends. What do you do?”

Andre took his time responding. I think he was anxious not to ruin everything by giving an unsatisfactory answer when he seemed so close to obtaining his goal.

“I guess that would depend on who the woman is,” he replied cautiously.

“And why is that?”

“Well,” he continued, “if I am correct…in such a case…I am only to obey the commands of the ladies of the Sisterhood.”

Justine smiled. “Good answer,” she said. “In most cases you can accommodate most of our guests as you would in any other circumstance. However, only the Sisterhood reserves the right to command your obedience, or to punish you for your disobedience. And you are forbidden to expend your sperm for anyone but the Sisterhood.”

“I understand miss,” he said with a sense of relief.

At this point Lenore stood up and walked up to the young man.

“What our sister Justine told you is absolutely correct. We reward obedience and punish severely those who disobey us.”

She punctuated these words by reaching her hand out and closing her fist around Andre’s penis. It was still sticking out proud and straight, despite his apparent timidity in the presence of so many powerful personalities.

As Lenore played with his cock, the other women began to encourage her to masturbate him then and there, but she simply kept her fist closed around his shaft and refrained from stimulating him further.

“What do you think of me young man?” she asked him.

Andre swallowed hard. “I think you are a very beautiful woman,” he stammered, reluctant to look her in the face.

Some of the women giggled at his apparent discomfort.

“Do you know that I am old enough to be your mother?”

“I wouldn’t presume…”

“It’s all right Mr. Wilkins. I’m not ashamed of my age. I am at least 25 years older than you are, and in that time I have come to wield great power in the Sisterhood.”

“Yes miss,” he said meekly, his head bowed.

“So much power, in fact, that I can tell most men to go to hell and they’ll gladly do it.”

Andre said nothing to this statement, but his face looked downcast.

“Don’t look so solemn,” she said rubbing her other hand over his chest in a slow, sensuous motion. “I’m not referring to you. To me you are nothing more that a soft, cuddly, obedient puppy dog.”

As she said this, her hand pulled hard on his cock three times to accentuate her final three words. Andre held his breath for a moment in response to her unexpected maneuver, and then exhaled loudly. The women quickly shouted their approval.

“I think he liked that, Lenore,” Estelle said.

“You did, didn’t you?” Lenore asked him.

“Yes, miss,” he said, feeling a new sense of exhilaration upon being stroked by her masterful hands.

“I know you did,” she smiled. “Now, prostrate yourself before me and kiss both my feet. Swear your allegiance and promise to serve me and the all the Sisterhood for the rest of your life.”

Andre immediately fell onto his stomach and did as she asked, kissing both of her tiny feet with tender, gentle kisses.

“Now get on your knees and kiss the feet of all the other ladies in this room.”

“Yes, miss!” he said, eager to show his compliance by hastily crawling on his hands and knees toward Felicia, who was nearest to him.

The stunning Mediterranean beauty barely gave him a nod as he kissed both her feet with absolute and loving devotion.

“This is what I like to see,” Lenore remarked. “A man in his proper place!”

Andre then moved on to the 3-inch heels belonging to the Japanese woman, Kyoto. In her case, he was instructed to suck the heel of both shoes and run his tongue up and down the entire length of the sole. He obeyed her without question or pause, and when she felt his homage to her was complete, she patted him on the head as if he were little more than a dog.

“Now you go over to Selena,” she cooed, and do the same to her.”

Selena welcomed Andre with her bare feet, which she stuck in his face, demanding he give her a tongue bath. In this feat he assiduously applied himself, paying strict attention to every toe as his tongue gently and lovingly sucked one and then the other into his hot mouth. Selena loved the feel of her toes being so treated and laid back in her chair moaning in delight.

“Oh, yes…that’s it!” she said in a thick, Spanish accent. “Make sure you get in between all the crevices.”

Andre treated her feet as if they were some kind of holy relic, his tongue never once abandoning the object of his affection.

My aunt and Estelle took it upon themselves to serve more drinks to the ladies as this particular ritual took place. When it came time for Andre to kiss my aunt’s feet, she laughed playfully, enjoying his act of humble submission. Some of the women treated him as if he were nothing more than a loyal pet, offering him a sip of their drink if he particularly pleased them, or fondling various parts of his body as a reward for his obeisance.

I had never seen a man assume a role of such abject servility. My own father would never bow to any woman—or any man for that matter. The few boys I dated would only pretend to act accommodating when they thought that they might stand something to gain from it, like feeling my breasts or trying to make me play with their penises. I felt contempt for Andre’s weakness, yet I also felt a strong exhilaration at the power such subservience evoked from the hands of his mistresses.

When he had fulfilled his obligation to kiss every woman’s feet, he then found himself at their mercy as they played with his body and his mind, teasing him, taunting him, amusing themselves at his expense as he performed a series of various little tasks, all designed to indulge and entertain their libidinous sensibilities. At one moment he was serving them drinks; the next, he found himself draped over a woman’s knees as she energetically applied a rigorous spanking. This absurd spectacle went on for at least a half hour, and all during that time Andre’s stubborn erection would not subside. An Englishwoman, whom I heard called “Marge,” was the first to comment on this peculiarity.

“It’s a funny thing, that,” she said, pointing to Andre’s erection. “He’s been hard for the past hour you know.”

Selena giggled. “He must have used some spray starch on it or something!”

Greta, a lovely, brunette with a dazzling smile, said, “Our Norwegian men always walk around with their cocks erect.”

“Really?” Felicia said, finding this amusing. “You must like to keep them handy, no?”

Anya, the Russian woman, laughed. “The longer they keep it up, the more fun for us!”

The others raised their glasses in toast to this statement as Andre’s humiliation continued unabated.

If these women only knew that only a short distance away, a nervous though entranced, accidental voyeur was observing their covert rituals, they would have probably killed me on the spot. At least that’s what my juvenile instincts told me. Yes, it was certainly possible that my aunt would no doubt have intervened on my behalf, but even if I were not disposed of, they might elect to keep me a prisoner in some cold and dank cell to spend the rest of my days in frightful solitude, so as to keep the knowledge of their Sisterhood secret. This imaginary fear, quite real to me at the time, haunted me for months afterwards. The fear of meeting my demise at the hands of Lenore and her band of devotees was so intense and pervasive that I decided not to utter a word to anyone about what I had witnessed that day, preferring to keep my mouth shut and thereby preserving my young life.

I had already spent what I thought must have been at least an hour in the closet, and I was anxious to get out. It was comfortable enough inside my little hideaway, but I knew I would have to leave the house soon if I were to make my way back to Angelique and the others, who were, by now, halfway through the special double feature at the theater. When this spectacle would end, I couldn’t tell. And more importantly, how was I going to escape without being seen?

Andre was asked a few more questions and then Lenore called for the group’s attention. Taking Andre by the hand, she once again led him to the middle of the room.

“Now, Mr. Wilkins,” she began. “For your final test of submission, you are to masturbate yourself to orgasm while we all watch.”

It was said in a purely matter-of-fact tone, as if such an occurrence happened every day. Andre looked dumbfounded.

“Is this a joke, miss?” he asked.

“Of course it’s not a joke,” Lenore replied firmly. “I hope you’re not having second thoughts!”

Feeling once again that his reluctance to perform might prove to be his undoing, he resigned himself to his fate and took his penis in hand as Lenore smiled.

“See,” she said, “that’s not so difficult, is it?”

Estelle chuckled. “I was wondering all this time how we were going to keep him from “not” coming!”

I had never seen a grown man masturbate before and I was quite enthralled by his technique, which was slow and methodical, the tempo unvarying, as if he were trying to prolong the moment of release as long as possible. As he was already aroused, I didn’t think it would take much stimulation to get him to climax, but I was wrong on this account. Despite his masterful handling of his magnificent tool, and the crowd’s encouragement, he was still jerking his penis almost five minutes later, and the ladies were now becoming impatient.

“This is ridiculous!” Janet complained. “He’s taking way too long!”

“Are you ashamed to ejaculate in front of us, Mr. Wilkins?” Justine asked him.

Andre kept stroking his penis without looking up.

“I’m sorry, miss,” he said contritely. “I guess I am.”

“Mr. Wilkins,” she said with impatience. “If you cannot perform as ordered…that’s going to be a problem.”

At this point Lenore interceded on his behalf.

“I can see that you’re having some difficulty young man,” she began, sensing his nervousness. “But I am willing to overlook it based upon your previous satisfactory show of servility. However, we must get you to ejaculate or you will be dismissed.”

Andre’s expression grew dour.

“I’m trying miss, I really am.”