It was just a job!
by valerafon
A man needing a job will try anything.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

The woman looked the man over once more. His credentials were impeccable and
he was talented, but he was a bit tall and she didn't feel a chemistry between
them. No, she thought, I have some time. Maybe, the next one will be more of
what I'm looking for. She rose from her seat to her impressive height, and the
man's eyes followed her up as she did so.

"I'm sorry," she said politely, "Your just not what I'm looking for."

The man stood and felt like a small child next to the big woman, but he did
remember to say politely, "Well, if you change your mind, you have my number."

She nodded courteously and ushered the man out. It had been a long day and
things weren't going well. She did not feel very confident at the moment. Then
she went over to her notes and looked at her watch and saw she had fifteen
minutes till her last interview of the day. I'm going to spend the rest of the
afternoon on the beach she thought and then went over and picked up a barbell
and started to exercise with it trying to get rid of her nervous energy. The
barbell and weights equaled two hundred pounds, but she handled it
effortlessly as she thought about the act and her three daughters. When are we
going to find the right man she asked as the barbell went up for the fifteenth
time?

I was driving to the beach. I was answering an add in the newspaper, and I was
desperate. I had been out of work for some time, and I was in danger of losing
my apartment. That's why I was answering this peculiar add that I found in
yesterdays newspaper. It said slim and trim man wanted for circus act. Must be
between the heights of five two to five six , and must be athletic with
acrobatic or tumbling experience a definite plus.

I did fit the height requirements. I was five three and one hundred and
fifteen pounds soaking wet. I am athletic too, if bowling and Ping-Pong count
for anything, but I didn't have any acrobatic or tumbling experience. The
truth was I needed a job in the worst way and my height seemed to be a
disadvantage in most jobs and I didn't see myself as a jockey any time soon.
So I gave this add a shot. The woman on the phone didn't seem too concerned
about my skill level, so why should I be concerned.

The house turned out to be a big beach house located in one of the choicest
sections of the beach. Whoever owned this had to be loaded I thought. I was
still looking the place over when a woman came to the door. I'm sure my mouth
fell open a good two feet as my eyes had to adjust to her awesome height. I
just kept looking up and up and up.

She was a real knockout too with long dark hair and a dark complexion and the
most piercing green eyes I had ever seen. I could tell she had some Spanish in
her family tree. She was wearing a robe and I could tell she was sweating too,
but it didn't diminish from her sexual allure. She was one breathtaking
creature even if she was a lot taller than I was.

When she saw me, she did a bit of a double take too. I know why I did one, but
I didn't know why she did one.

Smiling imperiously down at me from above she said, "You must be Tom ... .."
and she looked at her pad for a moment, "Tom Hughes?"

"Yes ma'am, " I said politely as she ushered me inside.

"Call me Catherine ... ... ... Please follow me."

"I said, "Sure!" as I followed her through the house to a large exercise room.
There was an exercise bench and a few machines, and several barbells scattered
about, and the whole place was matted.

Once inside she disrobed and casually threw the garment on the floor. If my
jaw had dropped two feet before, I'm sure it must have been on the floor now.
All she was wearing underneath was a tiny red bikini that barely covered
anything, and her breasts jutted out so far that they immediately caught my
attention and held it. They were a breast lovers dream come true.

With effort, I looked elsewhere. Her body was an awesome symphony of
tantalizing female curves and sexy female muscle. I felt my breath catch in my
chest as I looked at her. She had the longest legs I had ever seen on a woman,
but they were so well proportioned for her height and weight that they did not
look out of place. They were magnificent in my opinion, but I was a leg
connoisseur, and these were truly the best I had ever seen.

I couldn't help but stare and she gave me a curious smile knowing exactly what
I was doing, but she really didn't seem to mind, and she let me look while her
attention was elsewhere. She was going over her notes while my eyes were going
over her body.

As I continued my exploration, I tried to guess at her age. I decided she had
to be in her late twenties to early thirties at the very most. She was still
wearing high heels which just seemed to highlight her awesome legs. She had
the largest calf muscles I ever saw on a woman, but they still retained their
feminine charm. Actually I had to fight back the urge to run my hands over
them. I had to chuckle to myself. A man could dream, couldn't he? I had to
admit, she was one ripped woman, but it wasn't overdone. On her it looked
extremely good.

It was a minute or two later, before she looked up from her note pad and just
stared at me for awhile. It made me uncomfortable, but I guess turn around was
fair play. Then she finally spoke, "Give me your statistics, Tom."

"I'm twenty three years old and I'm five foot three and I weigh one hundred
and fifteen pounds."

Then she asked a very surprising Question, "Are you married?"

She was getting personal and I hesitated.

She saw my reaction and commented, "We'll be doing a lot of traveling and
personal relationships will be hard to maintain."

That seemed logical and I finally answered, "I'm between girlfriends."

My answer brought a smile to her face as she spoke once more, "That's good
Tom, and I'm glad to see that your not gay."

As she started to walk around me I had to comment.

"I'm definitely not gay."

As she continued her circuit of my body she answered back, "That's very good,
Tom ... ... .I wouldn't want to expose my daughters to that lifestyle."

She had daughters?

After her circuit of my body she commented, "You look fit enough ... ... .Did
you bring your trunks like I asked?"

I nodded that I did..

She smiled again and said somewhat coyly, "Good, would you please strip for
me."

I hesitated for just a moment. It seemed odd to be stripping for a woman, but
she seemed to be looking at me very analytically, and I needed this job so I
slowly started to peel off my clothes. After all, she herself was in a very
revealing bikini and I would still have my bathing suit on which I was wearing
underneath my clothes..

As more of my body was revealed she seemed to be looking at it and evaluating
it at the same time. When I was down to my bathing suit she walked over and
lifted up my arm and started feeling it. I felt like a piece of meat. She
worked her way up to my biceps and told me to flex it for her. While I did
that, she started to squeeze it with her fingers.

I immediately yelled, "Ouch!"

She ignored my comment, but I could see her smile. Then she moved on to my
legs. She kneeled down on one leg right next to me and felt their contours
with both of her big hands. While she was doing that, I couldn't help notice
that she was still as tall as me and she was kneeling. This is one big woman I
thought, but her nearness and beauty still had an effect on me. I was just
hoping, I wouldn't embarrass myself by getting a bulge where I didn't want one
at the moment. While she went over my legs, I thought about her legs and
couldn't help wishing the roles had been reversed. I took a deep breath,
thought about the Lakers, and remembered I needed this job.

As she continued her perusal of my body she spoke, "Not bad! ... ... .Well
have to work on adding some muscle so your body looks better, but not too much
... ... ..Muscle adds weight."

It sounded like she was actually considering me for the job, and I thought go
ahead lady and feel the merchandise all you want as long as I get the job.

Finally, she stood and moved closer. She towered over me as she looked down,
and inquired, "Tell me Tom, have you ever been lifted by a woman before?"

I was about eye level with her magnificent breasts and I tried not to stare at
them as I looked up and said honestly, "No ma'am."

She smiled down at me and said, "Call me Kate! ... ... .After all we'll be
working very intensely and very closely together for the next several months."

"Does that mean I have the job?" I asked trying to curb my enthusiasm.

Instead of answering me, she reached out with both of her long arms and lifted
me up, under the arm pits, till I was at eye level with her. My feet had to be
dangling about a foot off the ground as I stared into her lovely green eyes.
My reaction was shear amazement, and I was sure my mouth was agape once again.

As she stared into my eyes, she said slowly, "That depends, some men have
difficulty with the fact that a woman will be doing the lifting ... ... ..It's
all that macho crap, I guess ... ... ... You won't have difficulty with that,
will you Tom?"

As she easily held my weight off the ground, I managed to stammer out, "No
ma'am ... ..I mean no Kate!"

She smiled and then she continued to lift me higher till her arms were
completely outstretched and I was looking down on her from three feet over her
head. She was smiling up at me as I looked down at her with my feet now
dangling next to her waist.

"That's good, Tom, because as you can see ... ... .I am a very strong and
powerful woman, and I will be lifting you a lot, so you better adjust to that
as soon as you can."

I nodded down at her and expected her to ease me down, but instead she kept me
up there as she spoke once again, "I saw you looking me over," she said as if
she was OK with that, and as I stared down at her, a glorious smile lit up her
face.

" I thought you might like to know my statistics while you're up there ... ...
I'm thirty two and I'm six four and I weigh two hundred and ten pounds."

That meant that she was over a foot taller then me, but what really stunned me
was the fact that she outweighed me by almost a hundred pounds. She did not
look her weight.

She gave me a moment to digest her statistics and then she said, "Let me try a
few things with you, Tom ... ... ... I want to see if we'll make a good team."

She slowly eased my body down till I was at eye level with her again, but this
time our bodies were touching, and my face was right next to hers. I could
smell her perfume as she smiled at me and then looked deeply into my eyes.
While each of us stared at the other, I was acutely aware of her huge breasts
which felt so good on my body. The nearness of her and her perfume was almost
intoxicating, and I was doing my best not to react to her overwhelming
presence.

Then she slowly started to lift me again, but she lifted me in such a way that
our bodies were rubbing up against each other, making the experience that much
more intimate. She lifted me up and transferred me to her one arm which rose
to its fullest extension till my body was suspended by her one arm clear above
her head.

As she looked up at me, she smiled and said, "See, you are already doing some
tricks."

It wasn't me I thought. She was doing all the work.

Then she lifted me down her body making sure our bodies touched all the way
down till I was once again at eye level with her, and this time she said
sensually, "Now don't be frightened ... ... .Your not frightened are you?"

I stammered out, "No ma'am ... ..I mean Kate."

She laughed a bit at my reply and her smile got even more glorious.

After my answer, she crushed me to her bringing our faces even closer so that
they were almost touching. I could really feel her breasts now. They felt so
large, but yet so soft and pliant and so wonderful. The experience was
becoming erotic and I felt myself reacting despite my best efforts.

"That's good!" she coed, "because I have complete control over your little
body ... ... ..Always remember that, and you'll never be frightened.

Then she bent her big body away from me, and ordered, "Now place your feet on
my knees."

As I did so, she supported my entire body on her knees leaving go of one of my
hands as I tried to balance myself, but it was actually easy because she was
holding me by the other wrist. Then she grabbed me again before I could fall
and lifted me up to her face once again.

"Your doing very well!" she commented and then I was being transported once
again till I found myself perched on one of her shoulders. She supported my
weight easily and I actually felt quite safe up there on her shoulder. It was
actually beginning to be fun.

"See how easy this is ... ... Why you've almost done an entire routine and
we've just started. I'll have you standing and even doing handstands off of
some of my lifts in no time."

It sounded plausible, but I was more concerned with my reaction to her body.
My trunks were now a tent and I sure hoped she didn't notice.

When she was ready to try something else, she grabbed me and lifted me down
very slowly and in such a way that our bodies touched intimately again. But
this time, she exclaimed, "What's this?"

Then she lifted me up till my trunks were even with her face, so she could
gaze at my hard on.

"I'm sorry," I stammered, "it's just that your so amazing and so beautiful!"

What she said next surprised me as she lowered me back down to eye level,
"Don't be ashamed ... ... .It tells me two things about you ... ... . First,
that you're definitely not gay, and second that you don't mind a woman lifting
and controlling you."

Then as I digested that bit of news, she looked directly into my eyes once
again, and said, "You've done well ... ... ..Now wrap you legs around my
waist."

As I stared into her hypnotic green eyes, I found myself instantly obeying her
commands.

"That's it!" she said delightedly, and she responded by placing her hands
under my butt for more support.

Now I was just below her beautiful face, with my legs wrapped around this big
glorious women as her awesome legs completely supported the both of us, and I
was staring slightly up in total and complete awe of this woman as she told me
the good news, "You have the job! ... ... ... It pays three hundred a week for
now, and if it works out, you'll be getting a one fifth share of the act ...
... .How does that sound?"

"That's wonderful!" I said breathlessly.

Then she changed her tone of voice and said, "Your a very handsome man! ...
... .I like handsome little men!"

Not knowing how to respond to that I said, "I like you too!"

She smiled at my answer and then she squeezed me tightly to her and said,
"Just remember who the boss is!"

As I sat on her waist and looked up into her green eyes, I remarked, "I don't
think I could ever forget that!"

Her smile broadened and she said, "Good! ... ... ... Now I want you to move in
with us ... ... .There will be some intense training and it's better if your
right here all the time ... ... .Your room and board will be free as well."

It sounded to good to be true and I said very quickly, "I can live with that!"

"Good! ... ... .Now I want you to meet the other members of the act, my
daughters."

That statement floored me and I said in a surprised voice, "Your daughters are
in the act too!"

Even as I tried to come to grips with that bit of news, she started to walk
out the room with my legs still draped around her waist.

I managed to blurt out as she carried me out the door, "What do they do in the
act?"

"Don't worry," she said as she carried me out of the room, "You won't have to
do any of the lifting.

I met her daughters outside by the pool. They all quickly came running over
when they saw us approach. I asked to be set down but Kate would have none of
it. So I met the other members of the act in Kate's arms.

"Girl's, I want you to meet the newest member of or little troop ... ... .His
name is Tom Hughes, he's twenty three ... ... ..And isn't he the cutest little
thing you ever saw?"

All three girls gathered quickly around their mother, and started to touch and
feel me with their hands. It was a very embarrassing situation. As I looked at
them, I could tell they were all very young.

One of the girl's said excitedly, "He's cute!"

And another one chimed in saying, "And cuddly too."

That made all three girls laugh.

Kate quickly tried to maintain order, "Girl's ... ... ... .Girl's there'll be
plenty of time for that later, now let me introduce you."

Did I just here what I thought I heard? There'll be plenty of time for what
later? ... ... That just didn't sound right.

The girl's quickly lined up in front of us in order of height and I assumed
age as well.

Then Kate started to introduce them, "This is Kim, she's my oldest at fifteen
... ... ... .She's already six one."

She stepped forward and tweaked my nose as she said excitedly, "Hi little
fella! You sure are cute!"

She sure had the face of a fifteen year old ... ... ... A fifteen year old
super model ... ... .. And her body was already awesome as well.

Then she introduced her second oldest, "This is Debbie ... ... .She's thirteen
... ... ... And she's already five eleven!"

She was a beauty too, and only thirteen.

Debbie looked at Kim and yelled, "Mom says I'm going to be bigger then my
sister!" After her statement, she stuck her tongue out at her sister Kim.

Kim yelled back, "No way, brat!" Then both sisters started arguing.

Kate tried to restore order as I looked on wondering what I had gotten myself
into.

"Girl's ... ... Girl's please, let me introduce the youngest member of the
family."

The two girls quieted down momentarily as Kate introduced her youngest
daughter.

"This is Cindy ... ... ..She's eleven ... ... .And she's already five nine."

As Cindy stepped forward, her face really looked young, but she was just as
cute as her sisters, and her hair was done up in a double pony tail which made
her look even younger.

As she stepped forward she asked sadly, "Will you play with me?"

I didn't know how to respond to that remark, and I looked at Kate who
explained, "I'm afraid the girl's haven't had much time to be young ladies.
The act takes up much of their time."

I nodded like I understood and I replied to Cindy, "Sure Cindy ... . We'll
make some time!"

Cindy yelled, "Goody! ... ... I know some neat games."

That's when Debbie yelled, "He better play with me too!"

Kate quickly came to my rescue, I think.

"Girls ... ... .Girls, I told you there will be plenty of time for that when
Tom has settled in ... ... Now Debbie and Cindy I want you to go secure our
favorite spot on the beach ... ... and Kimi I want you to go pack us some
refreshments, and Tom and I will be along presently."

I guess I was going to the beach.

As the girl's took off, Kate finally turned her attention to me and said in a
tired voice, "Their a bit much!"

"Their all beautiful young ladies," I said.

That brought a smile to Kate's face and she responded by patting my cheek and
saying, "Ever since their father died it's been a little rough on all of us. I
think having a man around the house again will be good for them."

Then as I digested all of that, she added, "Your going to have to try and gain
the upper hand with them ... ... And that won't be easy because they're all
head strong and well, their a lot like they're mother too."

"You want me to be a father figure to them?" I asked a bit surprised

Kate smiled, mulled over my question, and as she thought about it replied,
"Ummm ... ..Maybe, like a close older uncle.

As I got quiet she changed the subject and asked, "You don't mind going to the
beach, do you?"

I wasn't about too say no to my new boss, so I shook my head like I didn't
mind.

She then effortlessly rearranged my body so that I was draped face down over
her shoulders with her hands strategically placed for support, and she started
to walk towards the beach which I could see through the gate.

As she strolled out the gate and on to the beach, I pleaded, "Can I walk?"

"Nonsense," she said, "You have to get used to me carrying you around, and use
to people seeing it as well. Consider this little excursion your first taste
of public attention."

I was embarrassed as I saw people staring at us, but I guess she was right.
She was going to be carrying me a lot, and I was going to have to get used to
the fact that a lot of people would be watching.

We didn't stop right in front of her house either. She was heading for a more
deserted spot down the beach right through the biggest crowds of people. As
people stopped whatever they were doing to gape at us, I began to wonder if
they were looking at the sight of a big woman carrying a smaller man or if
they were just staring at Kate. She was one awesome creature ... ... ..But I
guess it was a little of both.

Two women were sunning themselves on the beach and Kate stopped to chat with
them when our trek through the crowds of people crossed their path. They
appeared to be slightly younger then Kate, but a good bit older than me. The
two women were big but not as big as Kate. Kate introduced me to them as the
newest member of the act.

The women's names were Skyler and Didi, and they were both blonde and
stunning. They looked like women you would find on Bay Watch, but they were
Bay Watch with muscles. As with Kate, on them it looked good.

"He's cute!" Didi said tipping her sunglasses in a sexy manner so she could
look me over better.

Skyler added and I got the feeling she wasn't joking, "Can we borrow him some
time?"

"I don't think so," Kate replied, "I need him healthy for the act." and then
she started to move away from the two women.

As I stared back at the two women, I could see they were still following our
progress away from them. When we were out of earshot, Kate told me in almost a
whisper, "Stay away from those two ... ... ..They like smaller men, but they
like to play rough with them."

I was still mulling over her words wondering what playing rough meant? When we
came upon two kids playing on the beach. The boy was about ten and the girl
couldn't have been older than eight.

They came running over as soon as they saw us.

"Is he hurt?" the boy asked.

Kate stopped and said, "No, I'm just carrying him ... ..He's very light."

The girl piped in and asked, "I thought men were supposed to carry women?"

Kate seemed to be very patient with the two kids and took the time to answer
the young girl.

"Look at us ... .Who do you think is stronger?"

The girl looked over Kate and then me and said excitedly, "You are! ... ...
... By a lot, I bet!"

"Well that's right, so that's why I'm carrying him."

Then she looked at her playing companion and said, "I bet I could carry,
Billy! ... ... ... And I bet I'm a lot stronger, than he is, too!"

Billy started to back away as Kate said, "Go for it!"

Then Billy turned and ran down the beach with the young girl in hot pursuit.
Kate watched them for a second, chuckled, and then started moving again.

By this time, I could see her daughters playing in a more secluded section of
the beach. Their was no one by them as they played. Even their play was
different. They were doing tumbling routines or carrying one another piggyback
as we approached.

Their was a blanket all stretched out and waiting for their mother too when we
arrived. As I was finally set down, the girls came running over.

Debbie asked excitedly, "Can we play with Tom?"

As Kate stretched out on the blanket and reached for a nearby bottle of sun
tan lotion, she answered them, "Now girls, I need Tom for a bit so just go and
play."

They turned mumbling to themselves as they left. I was thankful that I wasn't
dismissed to the girls. They were gorgeous, but they were way too young, and
unpredictable to boot. Then I wondered why Kate needed me. I looked back at
her, and my thoughts were solely on the glorious figure of a women stretched
out before me.

I found out immediately. As she stretched out on her stomach, she handed me a
bottle of sun tan lotion and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"

What man in his right mind would turn Kate down? She was an awesome woman, and
this was the kind of job men dreamed about.

As I started to rub the lotion on my hands, she commented, "Rub it in good and
hard, and don't miss a spot either."

I sat down next to her huge glorious body and started to apply the lotion to
the backs of her legs.

That brought another command from her, "Harder! ... ... ... Don't worry, your
not going to hurt them!"

As I stared down at those awesome thighs, I sighed deeply and thought, I guess
she wants a message more than an application of sun tan lotion. So that's
exactly what I did. I started to rub the back of her legs vigorously with both
of my hands. As I rubbed in the lotion, I could see just how small my hands
looked in comparison to her mammoth thighs. As I rubbed vigorously, I felt a
little like a kid again next to this very large but very beautiful woman. Her
legs were so unbelievably long, but yet so perfectly proportioned, it made my
head swim.

After a few minutes of rubbing, my hands started to tire and I paused for a
moment which brought an immediate response from Kate. She turned and tipped
her sunglasses a bit so she could look at me when she spoke. God! She looked
so sexy!

"Awww! ... ... .Have my big strong sexy legs overpowered your tiny little
hands? And then she rubbed her one hand down her leg for effect.

She looked so unbelievable and combined with her sexy voice, I thought I was
going to faint right on the spot.

Then she added, "Ummmmm! Don't stop your little hands feel sooo good!"

I spent an especially long time on her butt too. I really had to work hard on
her big totally exposed ass cheeks, and I had to even rock my body back and
forth trying to put as much pressure as I could into my massage. They felt so
feminine, but yet so unyielding I realized that even the muscles in her ass
were taught and hard. They were one of her more awesome assets I thought as I
rubbed. I wasn't a butt man, but these were so big and so rounded and so
perfectly formed they commanded ones attention, and they were getting my
complete attention now.

She responded with delight at my ministrations, "Ummm! ... ... You have talent
she exclaimed and I could hear the sheer pleasure in her voice as I rubbed.

Then out of the blue, when I was almost finished with her glorious ass she
asked, "Be a good little boy and kiss my ass for me, won't you?"

I stopped immediately and looked at her, but she wasn't looking at me. Her
head was still down and she was staring away from me. I was so hot from
touching her magnificent body that her request really didn't seem so
incredible to me. I looked around and saw that nobody was paying attention to
us, and the girls were off playing so I found myself bending over an actually
kissing the objects of my desire.

Her reaction did stun me though. After I had kissed both cheeks, she turned
around, patted my head, and said in a very satisfied voice, "GOOD BOY!"

Then as she turned away, I got another command, "Don't forget my neck and
shoulders too!"

That's when she surprised me again, and she unhooked her top. It stunned me
for a moment, but just a moment as I moved up her body with my message. I
continued with my assigned task even though my hands ached. It was truly
becoming a labor of love.

But as soon as I was finished applying the lotion to her back and shoulders,
she turned over exposing those magnificent breasts of hers. I immediately
froze as I stared in abject awe and fascination at them. They were monstrously
huge, but they were perfectly formed globes just like her ass cheeks, and they
commanded my attention as well.

She had placed her hands behind her head for support as she stared at me
through her tinted sunglasses which did not allow me to see her eyes. But I
still felt her eyes on me as she spoke, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I must have looked like a silly statue with my hands frozen just above her
body as I contemplated her magnificent breasts.

I looked at her and she had a strange enigmatic smile on her face, but I
couldn't see her eyes, and I didn't know what she was thinking. Was this
really happening I thought? I couldn't be that lucky! Then I remembered the
girls, and anxiously turned their way.

She responded by saying in a somewhat perturbed voice, "They've seen my
breasts before!"

I quickly turned and looked down at her and asked, "But the girls?"

In an even more perturbed voice she replied, "They're going to have to wait
their turn ... ... .Right now, I strongly suggest that you start rubbing my
breasts!"

I stammered, "No that's not what I mean!" As I spoke, I could see her smile
broaden at my confusion. Then I stopped talking, took a very deep breath,
thought hell with the girls, and waded right in.

As I massaged her breasts, I couldn't help but react. They were so soft and
supple, and so unbelievably feminine that I felt myself giving in totally to
the experience. I may have been hot before, but now I was on fire, and the
lust for this woman welled up in me as I rubbed and rubbed ... ... ... .and
rubbed.

I rubbed her breasts tenderly and very intimately gently massaging the oil in
thoroughly living the experience vicariously through my hands. But even in my
passion, I was still stunned by the comparison between my hands and her
awesome breasts. As I massaged, it looked like a small child was rubbing his
hands over an older woman's breasts, but they were my hands and I was no
child.

I would glance at her from time to time, and she would be watching me intently
through those sunglasses of hers. I could not tell what she was thinking.
Other than she had a thin smile that graced her lips as she watched me work.

Finally, she reached out with her long arm, cupped the back of my head, and
drew me across her body towards her face. As she pulled me, I skidded across
her naked oily body finding resistance, at first, in her mammoth breasts, but
she continued her tug drawing me inexorably towards her face. I was pulled
against her breasts and then up and over them with my face rubbing up against
those marvelous female mountains. I was lost in a feminine world of sensual
sensations and desire. But my momentum didn't stop there, she pulled me past
those two marvelous twin mountains of hers and on towards her lips., and when
I finally arrived at my destination, she paused a moment and said happily,
"You please me!"

Then before I could answer, she drew me to her lips and completed the circuit.
It was the most wonderful kiss I had ever been granted, and I could feel the
sensation all the way to my toes.

I almost cried when it was over it was so wonderful, but I had to try and
concentrate because she was talking.

"That was for being such a good little boy! ... ... ... Now, I want you to
kiss mommy's breasts ... ... ... You can do that for mommy, can't you?"

Her voice was so sexy it clouded my mind and filled me with lust. I took in a
deep breath, and I managed to nod yes. What man wouldn't have, even if the
whole world was watching.

"Good boy! she exclaimed happily, and she rubbed the top of my head like I was
indeed a little boy.

Then she became a little more serious and she said, " Then I want you to move
on with my massage ... ... ..OK!"

I nodded again, and as I bowed to pay homage at the alter of her breasts, I
felt my mind ask a question. What was she doing to me? But then as I kissed
her breasts very tenderly, first one and then the other, the question was lost
in a sea of emotion and lust.

Then it was back to my duties as my hands roamed over her body spreading the
oil in as they went. From time to time, I would glance up to see what the
girls were doing. They continued to play off in the distance, but I could hear
them arguing as they did so. I could tell the girls were very competitive,
each trying to outdo the other

About ten minutes later, I thought Kate might be sleeping so I stopped rubbing
and waited for a reprimand which never came. She had fallen asleep. The girls
must have been watching because as soon as I stopped rubbing their mom, Kim
came sauntering over and stopped about ten feet away.

As soon as she stopped, she made a motion with her finger for me to come over.
I wasn't about to let her give me orders. I was a lot older than she and I
wanted to assert my male authority so I shook my head no.

Kim responded by putting her hands on her hips and glowering at me for a
moment. Then she motioned for me to come over again more forcefully.

I shook my head no once again. This time she stamped her foot down, turned ,
and walked away. I watched her carefully as she and the other girls caucused
for a moment much closer to their mom and I. Then Cindy and Debbie started to
wrestle with each other which looked to me like a full blown fight.

They were very loud and it woke Kate up. She raised her head still half
asleep, and asked, "Tom, could you see what's bothering the girls?" Then she
laid her head back down on the blanket.

I didn't want to go, but Kate had asked me. So I grudgingly got up and walked
over. As soon as I got close to the fight, Kim came over and blocked my path
back to her mom.

"Girls! ... ... Girls! Your bothering your mom!" I scolded.

As soon as I said that, the girls stopped wrestling and looked up at me with
big smiles on their faces.

"We know," Cindy said laughingly, "we just wanted to get you over here."

OH OHH! I thought and started to back up.

That's when I felt Kim's arm on my shoulder, and she said, "And we want you to
understand something too ... ... .Mom's the boss, then comes me, then Debbie,
then Cindy and then our dog spotty! ... ... .And you come last."

I wasn't going to put up with their shit. I was older and Kate had warned me
that I should let them know that I was an older authority figure too.

"Listen girls, I'm twenty three years old and I'm going to be around a lot. So
I think you should get it into your heads right now that as far as authority
is concerned first there's your mom, and then there's me!"

Kim tightened her grip around my neck into almost a head lock as she responded
to my little speech with a speech of her own.

"Well Tommy, you see it's this way ... ... ... We're all a lot bigger and
stronger than you are so that makes us your boss! ... ... .Get it!"

I looked at the girls for a moment. Even Cindy at eleven was bigger than me
... ... A lot bigger, but I wasn't going to back down.

"No Way!" I said very forcefully ... ... .."And my name is Tom or Uncle Tom!
... ... .not Tommy"

Then Kim responded by saying, "Well, Uncle Tommy, lets play!" and then she
quite literally attacked me. She changed her grip to a choke hold and then she
put her other hand over my mouth and then started to forcibly drag me further
away from their mom who was peacefully sleeping on the blanket.

I fought her but Kim was unbelievably strong for a fifteen year old girl, a
six foot one fifteen year old girl. She was easily able to over power me and
drag me a good distance from her mom. I went kicking and screaming, but Kim
had muffled my mouth as she dragged me off. The other two girls followed close
behind and were laughing hysterically at the site of a twenty three year old
man losing a contest of strength to a young teenage girl.

She dragged me to an even more isolated part of the beach and when she was
certain her mom could no longer hear even if I yelled at the top of my lungs,
she let me go. The girls took up stances between me and their mom. All three
girls had big smiles on their cute young faces, they each put there hands on
their young hips, and were just daring me to try something.

I looked them over for a moment. All three were wearing revealing bikini's. As
I looked them over, I wondered why their mom let them dress like that. They
were all so young, even Kim. They may have been young, but they sure didn't
look their ages.

Kim was a tall blond bombshell despite her age. She had long well muscled legs
just like her mom and the rest of her didn't look half bad either. Debbie was
just a smaller version of her sister, but not a much smaller version. She
towered over me as well. Cindy was the different one of the group. She had red
hair and freckles, but she still was lovely and had a Tom boyish quality about
her. It made me shake my head when I realized she was only eleven and she too
towered over me. She already was a half foot taller than me. She might have
been the smallest one of the girls, and she had a wiry almost gangly look
about her, but even now she looked like she could hold her own in a fight with
the other two girls. I knew in a few years she would fill out and be a
devastating beauty.

Then I tore my eyes away from the girls and looked down the beach
contemplating my options when Kim said, "I wouldn't try and run away ... ...
... ..Debbie would run you down before you got ten feet ... ... .She's real
fast. Then after her threat she threw me a carrot, "All we want to do is to
get to know you better ... ... ... .Uncle Tom."

I looked at Debbie who had a big grin on her face. Looking at her, I got the
feeling she wanted me to run.

Instead, I tried a different tact.

"Listen girls ... ... ... I'm a lot older than you, and I just don't think
it's right that I spend too much time with you just yet."

Cindy piped in, "We like older boys, their more funner to play with."

And Debbie added, "It's not like you have a choice!"

That was the last straw. Maybe, I really didn't want this job after all. I
turned and took off down the beach.

I got about ten feet when I was tackled from behind. We rolled around for a
second, but it was all downhill for me from the start. Debbie skillfully
rolled on top of me and twisted my arms over my throat and held them down on
the ground. At the same time, she entwined my legs in hers and put me in a
grapevine, applying just enough pressure, from her legs, to make the hold very
uncomfortable for me.

A thirteen year old girl had conquered me in just a matter of seconds. She
looked at her trophy with true glee on her face and I felt as helpless as I
ever had in my whole life.

Kim looked down on the scene and commented, "Good job, Debbie!"

Debbie had a more embarrassing comment, "He's even weaker than I thought he'd
be ... ... ..I bet even Cindy could take him."

"Hey!" Cindy commented, "just you get off of him, and I'll show you I can take
him too."

The whole time, I had been struggling, but I really couldn't move a muscle.
Debbie's two killer holds had completely incapacitated me, and I had to listen
to the sisters running commentary in total shame.

Kim tried to calm her youngest sister down, "We know you can take him, Cindy
... ... ..Debbie's just teasing you." Then she turned her attention towards
me. "Now, are you going to be more sociable or does Debbie have to really get
rough?"

I didn't have a choice so I said halfheartedly, "What do you want from me?"

Kim kneeled down right over me so she could look into my face and she gave me
my choices, "Well, we could each take turns beating the crap out of you,
including Cindy or you could join us in some fun ... ... .What do you say?"

What choice did I have? I gave in immediately, "OK," I said. ... ... "You win
... ... ..Make her get off of me."

She untangled our legs, but before she got off of me, she clasped her hands
over her head and shaking them in a victory celebration yelled, "First pin and
first submission goes to Debbie ... ... .Yea!" Then after she had sat on her
trophy a while longer she looked back down at me, and said mischievously,
"First of many!"

I was really red faced and embarrassed when I got back to my feet. I
concentrated on shaking the sand off of my body, and I really didn't want to
look the girls in the eye when Kim spoke again, "Sorry Uncle Tom ... ... But I
did warn you ... ... .Debbie's real fast."

Then Cindy said in a little girl's voice, "Yea Uncle Tom ... ... .All we want
to do is play with you awhile."

I hated the way they said Uncle Tom, and I was really sorry I had offered them
the option. Finally, I asked grudgingly, "What do you want to do?"

It was Debbie who asked, "Have you ever been in a chicken fight?"

"Yea, when I was younger," I told them.

"I bet not the way we play it," Kim said with a mischievous smile on her face.

Cindy chimed in not keeping me in suspense for very long, "Yea! ... ... ..We
choose up teams and since there's four of us, it's perfect."

"Teams?" I asked.

It was Debbie who explained, "Uh huh! ... ... One rider and one bearer ... ...
The object is to knock the other team off balance ... ... That's how you win."

"Dibs on Uncle Tom!" Kimi yelled.

The other girls quickly yelled my name, but it was too late, and I saw the
disappointment register on their pretty young faces when they realized Kim had
been faster.

"Wait a minute," I said trying to figure this out. "I'm your teammate and I'm
going to carry you ... ... ..Is that right?"

All the girls laughed at my little joke, but I hadn't intended it to be one.

"No silly!" Kim replied, "I'm going to carry you!"

"But, I'm older," I pleaded.

Kim immediately shot back, "And I'm a lot bigger and stronger ... ... .Why I
doubt if you could even lift me ... ... ..Besides, were all going to have to
get used to lifting you sooner or later. We'll all be carrying you around in
the act."

It just kept getting worse and worse. I couldn't believe I was going to be
lifted by all the girls in the act.

As Cindy jumped on Debbie's back, Kimi bent down and said excitedly, "C'mon!
... ... Jump on, cowboy!"

I hesitated and looked down the beach. We were in a real isolated section, but
his was just too weird and too public for my taste.

"Jump on," she scolded, "or am I going to have to get physical with you!"

I took her threat very seriously and I didn't want to get smeared by another
teenage girl again, so I jumped. As soon as I jumped onto her back, Kim took
off. She raced around making horsey sounds and even pawing at the air with her
two hands like she was rearing up. Debbie followed suit and galloped around
with Cindy on her back as the two girls giggled uproariously the whole time.

Finally, Kim moved off and Debbie did the same. Before she started to talk
strategy, she commented on my weight, "Why you're as light as a feather. I
could carry you around all day ... ... Uncle Tom!"

I hated how she used the term Uncle Tom, and how she said it too. It really
riled me, but there wasn't much I could do about it short of some discipline,
and I wasn't sure I could carry that off, at least not yet.

"Hold on real tight she told me ... ... I know you'll like that! ... ... ...
When we get close, try and grab Cindy's wrist and I'll back away and that
should pull them over ... ... .Got it!"

"Yea," I said with not much enthusiasm. But as we moved forward, I thought
winning could just be just the tonic I needed at the moment. So I really
concentrated on grabbing Cindy's wrist when we engaged. Unfortunately, it was
Cindy who grabbed my wrist and yanked, and despite Kim's best efforts we
toppled over.

As I looked up, I could see Debbie prancing around with Cindy celebrating on
her back. They both screamed with delight over their easy victory over their
older sister and me. A second game ended the same way. It was maddening. No
matter what I tried, I couldn't best the little she-demon. She was just too
quick and too strong. It was not only maddening, it was also deeply
humiliating as well.

Then the girls changed positions, and Kim and I lost twice more. I think Kim
was glad to get rid of me when Debbie became my bearer. The result was the
same, We lost twice and then the other two changed and we lost twice again. It
was painfully obvious to all who the weak link was.

Kim and Debbie decided that this game was getting boring, but Cindy would have
none of it. She wanted her turn carrying me around, even if it meant losing to
her sisters. A few moments later, I found myself on Cindy's strong young back.
She had a strategy too.

"Let me do everything, she ordered, "don't reach with your hands and don't
grab on too anything or anyone ... ... .That's how we'll lose our balance, so
just stay put and let me do it all.

I couldn't think of hearing anything more shameful. Here I was, a twenty three
year old man, and an eleven year old girl was carrying me and she didn't want
me to help her fight. She was just too afraid I'd mess things up.

I have to admit her strategy worked for awhile. This was the longest fight so
far. When the other girls figured out her strategy, they both concentrated on
Cindy and soon we were both lying prone in the sand. We faired no better in
the next fight either. I was just too big a liability. When the other two
sisters exchanged positions, Cindy and I got to lose twice more. In all, I had
been on the losing end twelve straight times to my complete and utter shame.

I was almost glad when the girls came up with a new game. It was your typical
wheel barrel race. Kim got to hold on to my ankles as I scrambled after the
other team on my hands. I have to admit I was having fun, but the result was
still the same.

In the next race, Kim let me try to hold up her legs. She was so big, I had to
grab on to her thighs to hold her up high enough so that her body didn't drag
on the ground, and then I was just barely able to pull it off. God! Was she
heavy! I have to admit that her thighs felt nice in my hands. Concentrate! I
yelled to myself as we took off. I managed her weight for about ten yards till
I was totally winded and I was the cause of our spill.

I laid flat on my back spread-eagled in the sand, gasping for breath, as the
three girls gathered around looking down at me and smiling. As I struggled for
breath, I looked back up into three pretty young female faces. They were truly
a vision of loveliness above me.

It was Cindy who finally commented, "What can we play? ... ... ..He's just too
pathetically weak."

I was saved from further embarrassment by a voice calling in the distance. It
was the girls mom. As I lay totally exhausted in the sand, Kim told Cindy to
stay and the other two girls moved off to join their mother.

I wanted to get back to her safety as soon as possible so I got up slowly and
started dusting myself off. That's when I felt an arm snake around my neck and
another cover my mouth.

"Don't fight me," Cindy whispered in my ear as she started to drag me
somewhere.

My cries were muffled and I felt myself losing ground as her strong hands
dragged me along.

Again she whispered, "I'm taking you behind that sand dune so we can have some
real privacy she told me as I seen the other two girls disappearing in the
distance, but I couldn't yell to them and I couldn't fight Cindy's powerful
arms either.

When she got me behind the big dune, she threw me to the ground and dove right
in on top of me. We wrestled for a moment almost even, but that didn't last
long. Soon, she was behind me wrapping her big preteen legs around my middle.
Grabbing my arms and holding them behind my back, she started to squeeze me
with her awesome legs. Leaning back she gave me a taste of an awesomely
endowed eleven year olds finely muscled leg strength. It took only a few
seconds of serious squeezing to make me cry out in real pain.

"Cindy, Please!" I yelped.

"This is sooo much fun," she squealed ... ... "I knew I could take you, but I
can't believe how easy it is ... ... ... .Your a grown man and I just turned
eleven ... ... ..this must be sooo embarrassing for you!"

Her words stung. It was embarrassing, but the pain her legs were delivering to
my sides was far worse. Then it got even more humiliating. Cindy twisted my
arms so that they were parallel with my back and forced them painfully high up
till I was completely at her mercy. Thankfully she stopped squeezing my middle
so hard, but she maintained that painful hold on my arms.

Forcing my wrists together, she transferred my hands to a single hand of hers.
I didn't think her hands were big enough to manage both of my wrists, but
somehow she managed. Then she snaked her free arm around my chest and pulled
me tightly too her. When that was accomplished, she let go of my wrists and
snaked her other arm around as well pulling my body even more snugly against
hers. My arms were still tightly pinned between our bodies as she hugged me to
her in a steely embrace. My arms were no longer held, but I couldn't budge
them an inch. They still were trapped in that painfully awkward position
behind my back, and I dare not try to move them because I felt instant pain
when I did.

In just a matter of seconds, she had completely secured me so I couldn't move
and dare not even try to fight back. Then she leaned closer so she could
whisper in my ear.

"Even with no hands I can control this man!"

Her statement made me close my eyes in shame. How could an eleven year old
girl be so damn strong?

Then she started to nibble on my ear. It was more pleasurable than painful,
but I had to block out the pleasure. This just wasn't right, I thought.

Finally, she stopped nibbling on my ear and whispered, "I really like you! ...
... ... A lot!"

I'm sure it would have been an unbelievable sight for anyone walking near the
dune right now. They would have come upon an eleven year old girl in pigtails
who was easily controlling a mature man while she squeezed him between her
young legs, and to make matters even more incredible, she didn't even need her
arms. She was blissfully hugging the helpless man to her while she whispered
shameful things into his ear, while he couldn't budge even an inch. I think
there were men in the world who would have paid a pretty penny to see that
video.

Then it got even worse as she got even bolder, "I know your a lot older than
me, but I like older guys ... ... .There so much funner to play with! ... ...
And we aren't going to tell my sisters, but from now on your going to be my
new boyfriend ... ... ..I'm sure well have plenty of time to play together
after you move in ... ... And don't tell my mom either or I'll really squeeze
you!"

Then she really poured on the pressure till I had to beg, "Please Cindy ...
... Your killing me!"

She let up the pressure, and she had another warning, "So don't forget, mister
or I'll really get rough with you!"

Then leaning back and making herself comfortable, she let one of my arms go
and grabbed my other one and still maintained a painful twist on it. My other
arm was completely useless, and it fell limply at my side. Then the little
hellion playfully twisted it while she squeezed me. I was totally helpless and
she could do with me as she pleased, and evidently she had a lot planned for
me.

She held me captive between her legs for another five minutes squeezing me
occasionally with her power packed legs and playing with my now useless arm as
well, and telling me what fun and games we were going to have together. I
listened but didn't try and contradict anything she was saying. I was in no
position to act like an older male authority figure, Cindy had seen to that.

Finally, the cavalry came riding up over the dune in the form of Cindy's two
sisters. When Kim saw us and the pained expression I had on my face, she
yelled, "Cindy, your hurting him!"

Cindy didn't let go and she replied, "Naw, sis, just showing him who's boss."

Kim finally broke up the wrestling match and helped me to my feet. My arms
didn't work well and I could barely stand. As she helped me up, Kim scolded
her sister, "I ought to tell mom on you."

"I didn't hurt him, honest," Cindy shot back.

Kim didn't answer her sister, instead she just lifted me up till I was resting
comfortably on her hip. I didn't try and resist her. I was still woozy from
the fight, and I didn't think I could stop her anyway. When she had me
comfortably settled on her hip, Kim put her hand behind my back for support
and I tightened my legs around her young hips. As she casually held me, she
told her sisters, "A couple of my friends are down the beach and I want them
to meet muscles here, so tell mom I'll be back with Uncle Tom in about ten
minutes."

Both Cindy and Debbie didn't like that bit of news, and they grumbled a bit,
but they did what their older sister asked. The two younger siblings were
talking to themselves and eyeing us as they moved off towards their mothers
spot on the beach.

Kim watched them for a while and when they were a good distance away, Kim
turned her complete attention to me. She just stared at me for a moment or two
and then she grabbed my jaw and moved my face back and forth looking me over.

"Cindy didn't hurt you?" she asked as she inspected my face.

"No, ... ... My sides are sore from her legs, and my arms don't work real
well, but I'll live," I said as I was trying to work some feeling back into my
one arm.

"Awww!" She said sympathetically giving me a dreamy look ... ... ... ... "Kimi
will make it all better!" Then she moved my body closer and kissed me on the
lips.

I was so stunned I have to admit I didn't see it coming.

Afterwards, she exclaimed, "Whew! ... ... .Mom did a real good this time! ...
... .I think your going to fit in fine around the house."

I thought it best to ignore the kiss, and her remarks too. After all, she had
saved me from Cindy, and for that I was truly grateful. I decided to try a
different approach and I asked nicely, "Kim, could you please put me down?"

She was going to be obstinate. I could hear it in her voice when she answered
back.

"I don't think so ... ... ... .I like carrying you around, and besides I'm
going to have to get used to you weight for the act." Then looking into my
face she added, "I know this must be hard for you ... ... I mean being a lot
weaker than me and my sisters ... ... ... ..But there are some fringe benefits
for you ... ... A lot of people have told me that I'm awesome already, and
some boys I know think I'm a goddess.

Then she grabbed my chin playfully again and said , "So just sit back and
enjoy the ride ... ... ..And if your a good little boy ... ... Maybe, I'll
give you a reward a little later."

Then as if to show me I had no say in the matter, she grabbed me under my
armpits and lifted me off her hip and into the air next to her singing out,
"My little super Tommy!" And then she lifted me even higher.

I didn't feel very super being held up as I was in a teenage girls hands with
my feet dangling next to her a foot or more off the sand.

Then she moved me closer and told me, "Put your feet around my waist my little
super Tommy!"

As soon as I did, she put her arms around me hugging me tightly to her, and
exclaimed, "Kiss me my little superman!"

She was holding me too tightly, I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to
push her away so I could breath.

She ignored my struggles which were ineffectual and as her arms tightened even
more around me, she ordered again in a determined voice, "Kiss me!"

It was plainly obvious to me that she was just too strong for me to hold out
for very long, and as her grip tightened even more, I put my arms around her
neck, and planted a long hard kiss on her lips.

So there she stood with me wrapped up totally in her firm embrace and kissing
her as her strong young legs supported the both us. Despite the discomfort and
the embarrassment of the situation, I found myself giving in totally to this
young teenage girl, and when the kiss ended, she maintained her embrace, but
she had eased up a little so I could breath. Our faces were inches apart and
as I looked into her eyes, and she said delightedly, "See, it won't be so bad
that I'm the boss, and I'll protect you from my sisters too."

Always going straight to the heart of the matter, I asked cautiously, "So what
do you want?"

Not seeing a need to beat around the bush, she told me straight out, "When
mom's through with you ... ... Then I get you!"

Did I hear her correctly? This couldn't be happening? I had to stop this now
or I had a feeling it was going to get worse and even more bizarre. So I said
in a firm voice, "Listen Kim, your awesome ... ... .It's just that I'm so much
older than you."

"Well duh! ... ... .Do you think that matters? ... ... .I mean who's carrying
who here? ... ... ... .Besides, I can make you do anything I want, mister!"
Then she tweaked my nose and added, "And don't you forget it or I'll really
squeeze you good and tight." Then to prove her point she started to hug me
even tighter.

"OK! ... ..OK!" I screamed. I really had no choice, this fifteen year old girl
was far too strong. Even though I was a much older man, I just couldn't hope
to cope with her strength.

After my concession, she placed me back on her hip and started to walk down
the beach. So as this stunningly beautiful fifteen year old girl started to
saunter down the beach with me, a twenty three year old man riding her hip
like a small child, she casually told me where we were going, "I'm taking you
to meet Marcy and Stacy, they're my two best friends ... ... .They like little
fellas too ... ... .You're going to like them, they're on the volleyball team
and they're big and strong too, just not as big and strong as I am."

As we made our way back towards the main congestion of people on the beach, I
was beginning to think that I had entered a different world when I accepted
this job. One in which the women and even the girls were all tall strong
Amazons. A world where women ruled and men had no choice but to obey.

I could see we were heading towards two teenage girls who were sunning
themselves on two towels near the water. One girl was putting some lotion on
her arms when she spotted Kim approaching. She nudged her friend who was lying
down and she sat up too as Kim sauntered over.

The two girls watched Kim approach making some comments to each other. I'm
sure they were laughing at me as Kim walked up and assumed a sexy pose right
by her two friends. She was leaning her body slightly and she had put her arm
behind my back for support. I was sitting on her hip comfortably with my legs
wrapped around her waist and her other arm was on my lower leg and Kim was
rubbing it as she stared down at her two teenage friends.

"What ya got there, Kim?" One of the girls asked as they both stood to examine
me more closely.

Kim said sort of nonchalantly, "Oh this is our latest boy toy for the act, we
call him Uncle Tom."

One of the girls grabbed my chin with her hand and started to move my face
around getting a better look at me. She was a few inches smaller than Kim, but
she was well built and really beautiful too. I thought maybe she was a year or
two older than Kim.

That's Marcy she told me just as the girl leaned in and kissed me. It was
apparent that these two were very aggressive.

The other girl was playing with my chest hairs by running her one hand lightly
over my chest as she asked casually, "Can I have him?"

Kim answered back protectively, "I think I'll keep him away from you two
she-wolves." But she introduced me to her all the same, "That one's Stacy she
told me. Then she warned me, "Stay away from her she's a bit rough on her
men."

Stacy replied, "That's because they won't listen."

I failed to see the joke, but the three girls all laughed.

Marcy was still looking me over when she asked, "How old is he?"

"Tell her!" Kim ordered.

"I'm twenty three," I told her as she looked at me with a big wolfish grin on
her face.

"Uhh! I just love to play with older men she said in a very sexy voice.

"Me too!" Stacy chimed in.

Again Kim answered very protectively, "Well you two female sharks remember
that he's mine, and I just might bring him over some time."

Marcy was listening and playing with my arm at the same time. She wrapped her
long fingers around my biceps and squeezed.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

Ignoring my reaction she answered her friend, "Why don't you bring old muscles
here over tonight, my parents are away for the weekend, and we could have some
fun with him."

I didn't like how she said the word fun.

"I'm not sure my mom will let me have him just yet," she said as she started
to walk away.

Marcy yelled back, "Give me a call ... ... .I'm sure you'll think of
something."

I was glad Kim was taking me away from them. Those two were a bit over the top
I thought. But it was nothing compared to the next two we encountered.

As she carried me back, two older women closer to Kate's age approached. I
recognized them from before as the two Kate had warned me about earlier,
Skyler and Didi.

Skyler was the taller of the two and she was taller than Kim by a few inches.
Kim stopped as she saw them approach and she uttered an, "Oh oh!" before they
were too close.

The two walked up, and Skyler spoke to Kim totally ignoring me.

"I have a proposition for you, but it has to be in private."

"Were alone," Kim shot back.

Skyler answered by silently motioning with her head towards me. Than she
really got Kim's interest, "It involves some money."

Kim's eyes lit up and she repeated the word, "Money."

Then Skyler said in a sweet voice, "Why don't you let my friend hold Tommy boy
for a few minutes while we move off a bit and discuss it."

That's when I felt another pair of strong female hands on me, and I was handed
over to Didi while Skyler and Kim moved off to discuss Skyler's proposition.

I felt more like a small child in Didi's arms than I ever had before. I was
resting on her arm more than on anything else as she held me tightly too her.
The idea of being carried so easily by women was still a novelty to me and I
sort of passively went along with it, and I reacted to it as well. My heart
raced and I felt a little dizzy as my blood pressure soared knowing that I was
securely held in women's strong alluring embrace. This women was very
beautiful too. She had blond hair and a beguiling smile to go along with her
awesome good looks and a body a Greek goddess would be comfortable in.

I sighed, pulled my attention away from her, and tried to follow the
conversation that was going on about ten feet away. I had to listen closely,
but I could pick up a few words such as four hundred dollars and for just a
few hours. That's when Didi diverted my attention by asking, "Have you ever
been to Japan?"

I turned and looked at her and shook my head no, then I turned my attention
back to Skyler and Kim. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her as
she spoke again, "Well, I was in Japan for four years and that's where I
learned the art of Mysumi!"

I repeated the word, "Mysumi?"

She smiled and then explained, "Yes, it is the art of restraint and pleasure.
Restraint for the man and pleasure for the woman. At it's highest level is the
attainment of supreme ecstasy for a woman. Generally, only one man is involved
and he is overpowered and forced to pleasure the woman in various ways."

I just looked at her stunned for a moment. Then she went on, "There are twelve
progressions or sumi's as they are called. Each level or sumi leads to a
higher state of arousal and pleasure for the women."

I had to ask, "And the man?"

Didi smiled at my question before she answered, 'The man is forced against his
will to pleasure the woman in a different manner at each level. With the
progression spiraling towards the attainment of the ultimate pleasure, for the
woman, in the final sumi.

Mysumi in Japanese means the stairway to heaven!"

I contemplated her words for a moment, then I asked, "And the man receives
nothing in return?"

"He is a vessel from whence the pleasure pours forth and which the woman draws
upon."

Flowery words, but that didn't sound like anything I'd be interested in. The
Japanese were very strange I thought.

As I pondered what she said and actually tried to come up with some sort of
visualization, Didi went on explaining, "The woman takes delight from the man
in two ways. One, from seeing his helplessness and despair, and the other by
the way he is made to pleasure her."

Finally, I said, "I don't think that's something an American male would be
interested in."

She laughed an replied, "The man has no choice so his nationality is
meaningless.

"I would struggle," I said firmly.

She laughed again and replied, "His struggles are part of the pleasure a women
takes from the man ... ... ... But he is eventually made meek and docile as
each sumi continues ... ... ... ...I have a picture book, if you would like to
see the positions?"

I mulled her question over, and I did have a morbid curiosity, but I answered
her by exclaiming, "The Japanese are totally whacko!"

She didn't take offense and she laughed at my statement. Then she became more
serious and stunned me with her next remark, "Men have always disappointed me.
I have never attained the twelfth and final level. The level of Myuti or
heavenly bliss, but I continue to look for the right man, nonetheless."

Then she focused her gaze completely on me and I seemed to wither under her
stare. Fortunately, the other two choose that moment to return.

"Come Didi, Kim and I have concluded our negotiations."

Didi didn't ask any questions, she just handed me back over to Kim and then
the two women moved off without so much as another word. I found myself on
Kim's young hip once again as she started back up the beach towards her
mother's spot.

"What did you talk about?" I asked curiously.

"Just girl stuff," she answered back and then she quickly changed the subject.
"Mom's gonna be worried and wonder what I've done with you," she said and then
picked up her pace.

I wanted to ask more questions. I had a feeling they were talking about me,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to know so I remained quiet on our trip back to her
mother.

When Kim returned, her mother scolded her, "Kim, you know better than to take
a defenseless man around those she-wolves."

Kim sounded apologetic enough, "Sorry mom, but Marcy and Stacy were just up
the beach and I wanted Uncle Tom to meet them."

Kate had a punishment in mind too, "Well young lady, I was going to let you
carry Uncle Tom back to the house, but you just turn him over to your sister,
Debbie."

Debbie grabbed at me and then I was being transferred to another teen amazon
who looked at me hungrily as she took me.

I gulped and was resigned to the fact that I wouldn't be walking much any
more. Not as long as Kate or one of her girls were around.

Then after the transfer, Kate told the girls, "I each want you to carry Uncle
Tom as much as you can ... ... .You will all have to get used to his weight."

Cindy following close by answered her mom a bit sarcastically, "He's a light
weight! We could carry him around all day and not work up a sweat."

"It never hurts to practice," her mom answered back.

Cindy and Kim remained quiet, but they both glanced at each other, as the
procession made its way done the beach, and gave each other a shrug."

At supper the women discussed my future. I wasn't asked many questions and I
mostly remained silent and ate.

Then Kim asked, "Can I go over Marcy's."

After Kate swallowed some roast beef, she answered her daughter, "She's across
town and I can't drive you tonight, honey"

Then Kim suggested in a little girl's voice, "Well Uncle Tom could drive me."

I stopped eating and stared at Kate who looked at me for a moment and then
said, 'I don't think so, dear."

Kim said very fast, 'We could stop at his place and bring some of his stuff
back ... ... .And tomorrow Marcy and Stacy will help me get the rest without
even complaining."

Kate mulled it over for a minute without talking. I guess I wasn't going to be
consulted.

Finally, she said cautiously, "Well OK, but you be back her by eleven."

"Ya Hoo! Kim yelled.

I had this terrible chill run through me when I heard Kate agree to her
daughters request.

Cindy piped in, 'That's not fair! ... ... ..Kimi gets to spend the entire
evening with Uncle Tom."

After another bite of roast beef Kate replied, "I'll make sure you and Debbie
each have some time with him tomorrow."

That brightened the girls up and they both stuck their tongues out in unison
at there sister who's smile had now turned into a frown.

Kim excused herself from the table, but returned in five minutes wearing a
yellow halter top and cut off jeans. It was a very revealing outfit to say the
least. The jeans hardly covered any of her awesome young teenage legs. She
grabbed my hand and yanked me after her as she yelled back towards her mother,
"Thanks mom, you rock!" Then she dragged me out the door.

Her mom yelled after us, "Be back by eleven sharp young lady ... ... ..And
don't you girls abuse Uncle Tom."

"Sure mom!" she yelled back and then we were gone.

As I drove, Kim directed, and she sat real close to me too, like a girlfriend
would sit next to her boyfriend.

"I thought we were going to my house," I asked keeping my eyes on the road.

"Oh we can do that any old time, " Kim shot back.

"But you told your mom that's where we were going," I said in an exasperated
voice.

"We will, tomorrow! ... ... ... ..But today I have other plans."

"I'm going back," I said forcefully.

Kim looked at me and said in a pitiful voice, 'Well OK, but could we stop over
there for a moment."

I looked and she was pointing at a parking lot. Stupidly, I agreed and as soon
as we were stopped, she grabbed for me. Five minutes later Kim was ready to
pull out into traffic, and I was on the floor on the passenger's side with my
hands and feet tied behind me.

She had just fixed her hair, and she was using her one foot to drive while she
had removed her shoe from her other foot exposing her white sock, and she was
sticking that foot into my face. I could smell her pungent aroma of sweat,
sock, and teenage girl as she ground it in harder.

"That's better," she said happily and then she drove on. I had to sit there
and endure, but I was going to extricate myself from this crazy situation as
soon as I could. These crazy bitches were never going to see Tom Hughes again.

I was thankful that she didn't get into an accident and when we arrived, I
assumed she'd untie me, but I was wrong again. Instead, she lifted me bodily
out of the car and casually threw me over one of her shoulders.

She swatted my butt and informed me happily, "We're here!" and then she
casually strolled up the walk with me dangling over her shoulder. All I could
see was her strong beautiful legs and that sexy butt swaying back and forth as
she walked..

Marcy opened the door and did a double take before she sang out, "Stacy their
here!" and then she moved aside and let Kim carry me in. Once inside she
started to untie me and as she worked she told Kim, "I don't think we'll need
these ... ... ... It's not like he can overpower any of us."

Kim explained, "He was being a bad boy in the car and I had to put him on ice
for a bit."

By this time, I had been untied and Kim was handing me over to Marcy. She
lifted me up under the arms till I was over her head and my feet were dangling
by her thighs, and then she tilted me a little so she could look into my face
as she talked, "Aww! Were you being a bad boy?"

I couldn't speak as I looked at this gorgeous teenage Amazon, the words just
wouldn't come out.

Marcie had on a very skimpy thong bikini and sandals. She looked awesome from
my vantage point. As she spoke, she jiggled my body back and forth in her
strong hands. "Give Aunty Marcie a kiss!" she commanded.

I was in no position to argue so I did as I was told. By this time, Stacy had
arrived and she was wearing a thong bikini as well.

As Marcie transferred my body so that she was cradling me, in her arms, like a
small infant, she asked Kim, "Mind if we have some pool fun with the macho man
here."

"Naw, I'll sit an watch, Kim declared.

"Suit yourself," Marcie said with a twinkle in her eye, and as she carried me
in her strong arms, both her and Stacy fussed over me all the way to the pool.

The pool turned out to be a heated indoor pool. Marcie's parents had to be
loaded to afford this set up. Kim found a big chair and comfortably lounged in
it watching the action as the two girls entered the water by the pool steps
leading down into the shallow end of the pool.

Marcy still cradled me in her young arms as her and I sank deeper and deeper
into the water. My anxiety was increasing and I had a look of panic on my
face.

Marcy saw my expression and asked, "Can you swim?"

The water was up to my neck when I shook my head no and reached for her neck
to pull myself up.

"Aww!" She said in a mockingly voice "The little toy man is frightened ... ...
..Well don't worry, big strong Marcy will take good care of you."

Somehow, that did not make me feel any safer.

Stacy swam by and said, "Put him on my back."

Marcy liked the idea so I found myself stretched out on Stacy's back and
holding on to her neck as she started to do laps in the pool. I held on
tightly as the other girls laughed at my antics as Stacy easily swam with my
added weight on her back.

Finally, she decided to get out of the pool and I was still holding on to her
neck for dear life. She walked out carrying me piggyback as she went over to
the small board at the deep end of the pool

"As soon as I saw it, I yelled, "Please, not that!"

That made Stacy laugh and of course she immediately walked out onto the board.
I closed my eyes and held on for all I was worth as she dove into the water.

I panicked as we were submerged for a moment, and then we finally broke the
surface and I gasped for breath.. I could here the other two girls clapping
when Marcy yelled, "My turn!"

Marcy sat down on the steps leading into the pool with her body about one
third covered by water. Stacy brought me over and tilted herself so that I
could slide off her back. She sat down below Marcy on the steps and motioned
me to do the same. I needed the rest so I sat down where Stacy motioned me to
do so. It was a step below Marcy and when I sat down she enveloped my head
with her long lovely legs.

The moment her thighs closed around me, she had me. My hands went up to try
and pry her thighs open, but I wasn't having much success.

As I flopped around in the water trying to free myself, "I heard Kim yell,
"Hey don't hurt him!"

As Marcy's legs began to apply more and more pressure to my head, she casually
leaned back and said, "I'm not doing anything Kim, I'm just lounging in the
water."

Stacy watched my tortured features with amusement and said, "Give it up,
Hercules! ... ... ... ..Your not going to pry those legs apart."

She was right. Marcy's beautiful suntanned teenage legs were controlling me
effortlessly. Still, I fought them. They were squeezing me mercilessly and the
fear of the water which was at neck level scared the hell out of me too.

That's when it got worse as Marcy braced up on her arms and pushed me under
water with her all powerful controlling legs. I wasn't prepared for that and I
panicked as her legs took me under the surface of the water. I really thrashed
about now as fear completely overwhelmed my brain. I felt so inept, so feeble,
so weak as I lost the battle with her legs. They were just too powerful and
they controlled me and my world.

Then her legs pulled me back from the brink, and I gasped for breath as soon
as my head broke the surface of the water. I reacted by moving my hands to her
thighs once more, and I felt the velvet bars of my prison. They felt so good
to the touch and I wondered how something so marvelous could be so strong?
There was shame in me too because I was a mature man in his prime and this was
a teenage girl who was controlling me and she was doing it effortlessly.

After her legs pulled me back, Marcy leaned on her hands and thrust her head
back like she was very contented. She looked relaxed too as she stretched and
then yawned like she was somewhat bored too, and not paying any attention at
all to the struggle I was losing with her big powerful thighs.

Stacy who was watching the show from nearby was the first voice I heard.

"Better beg boy or you're going under again!"

Her threat sounded like a plan to me and I started to beg, "Please Marcy ...
... No more! ... ... "

That's all I got out as her all powerful legs took me under once more. This
time I managed to take a deep breath before going under, and I needed it too
as she kept me under for much longer. This time I fought less. It was a battle
I could not win. Instead, I concentrated on holding my breath and praying, and
in due course my prayers were answered as she pulled me up once more.

This time, I heard Kim's voice, "Marcy, you're hurting him!"

Her voice was much closer. She must have got up and walked over. Was she
coming to my rescue?

Marcy looked up at Kim and answered her, "This is sooo cool, Kim. ... He is
sooo weak! ... ... .It's a real trip to control an older man so easily ... ...
..Why we could do anything we want with him."

As Kim looked down at me as I still thrashed about trying to get out, she
said, "I know, but we mustn't hurt him ... ... ..We need him for the act and
my mom would throw a fit!"

Then it was Marcy'e turn to plead, "Can I try one more thing with him, I'll be
sooo cool!"

"Well OK, But just one more thing ... ... .I got to get going!"

As soon as Kim gave the OK, I felt powerful young teenage hands grab at me and
they quickly forced me into another humiliating position. Marcy was now
standing and I was bent over painfully backwards with my head captured between
her two thighs. Then she pulled my head up between her luscious thighs as far
as it would go. My head was just out of the water and my body was painfully
bent backwards as I looked up into my smiling teenage captors awesome
features.

While she held me, she asked the other girls, "Isn't this a cool position ...
... ... All I'd have to do is dip my legs a little to force his head
underwater ... ... And there isn't anything he could do about it!"

Stacy was the one to answer, "Now that's awesome, Marcy!"

Then Marcy looked at Kim and dipped her legs a little taking my head under
water, but it was just for a moment as Kim started to move towards her and she
brought me right back up in response which caused Kim to stop moving.

I brought my hands around her thighs and tried to pry them open again, but it
was useless and soon I gave up and just rested my hands on her thighs as I
looked up into the smiling face of my teenage tormentor.

By now, she was putting on a show for her friends. She placed her hands on her
hips assuming a very dominant and sexy pose as she smiled down at me, her
prisoner, who was helplessly trapped between her legs. Then she stretched her
arms out and yawned once more as if it was nothing to hold me, and it wasn't
for her.

Finally, she asked the others, "Wouldn't this make a cool scene in a James
Bond movie? ... ... ... .Where the beautiful girl holds a man totally helpless
between her legs, and then casually drowns him as she smiles down into his
defeated face.

Stacy said slowly, "Cool"

Then Marcy dipped her legs taking me under for the second time, and when she
pulled me up, "She said to me, "Blub! Blub! ... ... .Blub! Blub!"

I was really afraid of this teenage vixen. She made Kim look like a nun.

By this time Kim was in the water wading out towards us.

Stacy turned and said, "Oh look, here comes the cavalry to the rescue. I don't
think that would make for a good story line in a James Bond movie."

As soon as Kim reached me, Stacy let my head go and I fell backwards into the
water, but there were friendlier hands grabbing for me this time, and I felt
my body being lifted and carried again. When Kim walked out of the warm water
with my body safely secured in her strong arms, the other two girls followed
closely behind.

She paused a moment at the waters edge to put her sandals back on and that
gave the other two girls time to surround me.

"I gotta go!" Kim said as she slipped on the last sandal.

"Can I give him a little going away present for being so nice?" Marcy asked.

Kim nodded yes and Marcy smiling features were in my face once again.

She kissed me and when it was over she paused intimately close to my face, I
could feel her warm breath as she spoke, "He is so handsome and so weak! ...
... .It's just rocks to be able to control an older man like this ... ...
..I'm going to have to find me one just like him so I can make him do anything
I want!"

I thought what she was saying sounded like it could make another movie, and
this one would be entitled The Birth of a Dom.

As Kim carried me toward the door, Marcy yelled, "Can we do one more thing
with him ... ..Please?"

Her plea made my heart sink, and what made it worse was Kim turned around and
asked, "What?"

Marcy said coyly, "Don't you want to see what he's got or have you seen it
already?"

"No," Kim answered like she was curious.

"I can put him in the coolest hold too ... ... ..It will look so awesome!"

When Kim set me down I went into a fighters stance and threatened, "I think
you girls have done enough ... ... I don't want to hit a girl, but enough is
enough."

Marcy smiled at me and sang out, "How cute he looks when he's trying to act
all tough an macho."

My stand didn't seem to faze Marcy at all, and she started walking toward me
with a big smile on her face. As soon as she got in range, I wound up and
threw a right hook at her. She caught my fist in her hand and twisted my arm
behind my back.

As she controlled me with her arm twist, she looked at Stacy and said, "Hold
him while I get ready."

Stacy walked over and grabbed me by the throat with one hand. Both my arms
went up and grabbed her wrist, but they couldn't pry her hand off my throat.
In a matter of seconds my resistance weakened as her fingers tightened even
more around my throat.

Marcy positioned herself behind me and ordered, "OK Stacy, push him against me
and I'll do the rest."

I heard Kim say, "Don't hurt him!" But I knew she wasn't coming to my rescue
this time.

With her grip on my throat, Stacy could easily move me wherever she wanted and
I felt myself backing up against my will. As soon as I was flush with Marcy's
back. She hooked her arms around mine and started to bend over. I felt myself
being lifted again, and when she had me off the ground and my feet dangling,
she issued another order to Stacie, "OK, take his shorts off."

I could feel Stacy's hands on my shorts and I tried to kick out with my feet
as she worked my shorts off, but I lost the battle as I had lost every other
battle with these teenage vixens. Stacy took her trophy and waved it in my
face to embarrass me even more.

As this was going on, Marcy issued another order, "Ok now take his legs and
wrap them around mine and he will be about as helpless as a man can get."

Stacy followed that order and when it was done Marcy stretched me out on her
back even more so that I could not move a muscle.

When I had been locked in place an put on display, Stacie exclaimed, "Oh
Marcy! ... ... ... This is just too much! ... ... .Your body looks so strong
and powerful next to his, and he looks so pathetic and weak in comparison."

Stacy had me. I couldn't move a muscle and I was stretched across her back
with my legs locked around hers so that I was lifted off the ground and held
up helpless for display by her superior body, and to make matters worse, she
could bend even more and make the hold much more painful.

Kim watched silently with her arms folded. She wanted to leave, but she too
was fascinated by what she saw.

But Marcy had one more command. "OK, Stacy ... ..get him excited."

"What?"

Marcy rolled her eyes at her friend for her lack of sophistication, but she
explained, "Just think how much more awesome this hold will look if he has a
boner."

"OHHHH!"

But before Stacy could do anything, Kim walked forward and said emphatically,
"If any one's going to give my boyfriend a boner, it will be me!"

When did I become her boyfriend?

Before I could mull it over too much, she started playing with my penis like a
pro. I tried to think of sports but I kept seeing girls handling rackets or
sticks and that didn't help much. As like every other battle, I lost this one
too.

As I laid there stretched out across Marcy's back and bent awkwardly over her
sexy teenage ass. With my legs entwined in hers and with her gorgeous teenage
legs supporting me. I now had the added shame of an enormous boner.

In a voice struck with awe, Stacy exclaimed as she beheld the sight, "This is
so over the top, Marcy ... ... You should see it."

I didn't have to see it myself, I was living it!

They each had to give Kim ten dollars before she would let Stacy run and get a
camera, but my ultimate humiliation was recorded for posterity. Kim wanted a
copy as well. I didn't though.

When we were finally in the car and I sat there silently stewing as Kim drove,
she looked at me and asked, "You're mad aren't you?"

I looked at her with an incredulous look on my face, and then I said angrily,
"How could you let them do that to me?"

She shrugged and said, "I didn't think they'd go that far, and I thought you
could defend yourself better than that. Especially, against teenage girls.

Her words shamed me. I didn't need her to remind me of how helpless I was
against every teenage girl I had met today. That's when I noticed that she had
made a wrong turn if we were going home or to my apartment.

Before I could say something she asked, "Your going to tell mom aren't you?"

I answered her angrily, "Damn right I am young lady!"

Kim reached into her pocket, produced a picture, and handed it over to me
before she said, "Might as well show her everything, don't you agree?"

It was the picture of me stretched out naked over Marcy's back with a
tremendous boner.

She watched me stare at the picture for a moment, and then she added, "Don't
tear it up ... ... I have a couple of others."

I looked up at her and knew I was being blackmailed. She had me. I didn't want
anyone to see this disgraceful picture.

"Oh by the way," she said, "at Marcy's, I took all the money out of your
wallet ... ... Thanks!"

I reached for my wallet and saw it was empty. "There was a hundred an fifty
dollars in that wallet," I said angrily.

"I know," she said smiling, "I'll give you an allowance, don't worry."

What was she talking about? As I looked out the window, I saw her make another
strange turn.

"Where are we going?' I said sort of desperately.

Without looking at me, Kim said in a casual voice, "Oh! Mom wants me to pick
up a few things at a friends house and I need your help." Then she took the
picture I was holding back and put it in her purse.

I didn't believe her, but where ever we were going it had to be better than
where we just came from. The house was another mansion just as big as Kate's.
Kim drove through the gate and right up to the door.

"Do you want me to stay in the car?" I asked hopefully.

"No, could you knock on the door while I get something from the trunk?"

That sounded safe enough, and I wasn't going to get carried either for a
change. Maybe, I was worrying for nothing. So I walked right up to the door,
and had to stand on my tippytoes to reach the knocker, but I succeeded in
having the big knocker hit the door. I just had to wait a moment till the door
opened. When I saw who it was, I froze in sheer terror. It was Didi from the
beach. She had on a purple bikini and purple pumps which literally made her
tower over me.

She gave me an evil little smile, and said sarcastically, "Why mister Hughes
so good of you to drop bye." And then she grabbed me as I screamed and my body
disappeared through the doorway.

Kim had stayed in the car and it was a few moments before Skyler appeared in
another awesome bikini. She walked right up to the car and said, "Here's the
five hundred dollars we agreed on."

Kim's eyes lit up as she counted it. Then when she was sure it was all there,
she said, "I'll be back in three hours ... ... ..And please don't hurt him, my
mom will kill us both."

Skyler said in soothing voice, "Kim dear, Your mother and I have known each
other for almost two decades ... ... I wouldn't want anything to come between
us."

Kim nodded and drove off. Skyler watched her for a moment, then a big smile
lit up her face, and she hurried inside for the fun and games.

As Skyler walked into the game room, I had already been prepared by Didi. She
had stripped me naked and she had me in a standing headscissors with my one
arm twisted behind my back. My bare ass was sticking up in the air as well.

As soon as Skyler saw me, she walked over and picked up a paddle.

"Have you explained to him why were doing this?" Skyler asked her friend.

"Not yet, why don't you do the honors."

Before she started wailing the tar out of my butt, Skyler bent down and spoke
to me very softly, "Now Thomas, we are going to spank you rather harshly so
that you realize that it isn't wise to disobey either of us during your visit
... ... ..You see we are very strong and demanding women and we like our men
very docile ... ..So learn your lesson well and I'm sure your stay with us
will be much more pleasant."

Was she kidding? She was just about to spank my bare ass.

1.1 "CRACK!"

Oh God, that hurt.

1.2 "CRACK!" ... ... "CRACK!"

THE PAIN!

"CRACK!" ... ... ."CRACK!" ... ... ."CRACK!"

"PLEASE STOP!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

1.3 "CRACK!" ... ... ."CRACK!" ... ... "CRACK!" ... ... ."CRACK!"

"YOUR KILLLLLLLING ME!"

"CRACK!"

Then the beating mercifully stopped. I think Didi was holding me up with her
head scissors or I would have collapsed.

"I think that will be sufficient," Skyler explained ... ... ."Don't want you
to be unable to perform for us."

I didn't know what she meant and I didn't care. I was thankful that she had
stopped beating me with that damn paddle.

Skyler put the paddle back on the table and then sat on the only piece of
furniture in the room, a large couch. Didi released me from her head scissors,
and let go of my arm as well. Then she joined her friend on the couch.

As I looked at the two women and they returned the gaze, I glanced at the
doorway.

Skyler immediately spoke, "No doubt your deciding if you should run. I'm sure
your male mind thinks you could out race two women, but let me assure you that
you wouldn't get ten feet, and then you would pay a very stiff penalty. One,
much more harsh than the one you just received. So instead, be a very good boy
and crawl over here on your hands and knees."

I considered her words. I was scared as hell. There was something in her voice
that sent chills down my spine. So I swallowed what dignity I may have had
left, and crawled over to them.

As soon as I got there, I looked up at the two women. They were beautiful,
strong willed, and arrogant, and I hated them. Up until today, I had scarcely
seen such women as these, but today I had run into a whole pack of awesome
women and girls. They were everywhere. These two were not only beautiful, but
they were big and strong with unbelievably proportioned bodies. Everywhere I
looked, I saw a veritable symphony of muscles. Kate was the only other one I
knew who could measure up to them.

Skyler brought me back from my musings with a command.

:Be a good boy and clean our shoes for us!"

I looked at her for a moment and then I understood. She wanted me to use my
tongue. It was disgraceful, but it beat getting walloped. So I started on
Skyler's pumps and then moved over to Didi's.

They watched me for awhile and then Skyler commented to Didi, "He is
progressing quite nicely, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, quite nicely."

Their shoes were large but not overly so for large women, but their feet were
much bigger than mine, and yet they looked so damn sexy. I found myself giving
into the situation as I licked and I hated myself for it.

Soon, I got further instructions from both as I groveled at their feet. Then
when I had accomplished my task to both their satisfaction, Skyler patted her
lap and said sweetly, "Now come and sit on mommy's lap."

I didn't want to do it. I hated her, but she was undeniably beautiful, and I
found myself moving against my will to her commands. Maybe, it was some sort
of a survival mechanism deep within me. Or maybe, it was the thought of a
carrot and not a stick this time that made me climb up on her lap.

She was so much bigger than me, I felt so small on her lap, more like a child
than a man. Then she bent over slowly and kissed me on the lips. Her perfume
wafted over me as our lips met. It was intoxicating. She had a presence about
her that commanded attention, and she had my complete attention.

"See that wasn't so bad now, was it?" she whispered in my ear, and then she
gently bit it sending little chills down my spine. I reacted by closing my
eyes and gasping. She was amused by my reaction, but only for a moment because
she wanted to set our agenda for the evening.

"Now Thomas since there are two of us and only one of you, the logical thing
to do is share ... ... ... But since we are both ladies who like to work one
on one with a man. We will split the time with you, and since I won the coin
toss, I have you for the first part of your stay."

Didi got up and as she walked out, she turned and said, "Leave something for
me!" and then she was gone.

Skyler turned her attention back to me and said, "Now where were we? ... ...
... .Oh yes." And as she started to remove her bikini top, she spoke softly to
me, "My breasts are very sensitive ... ... and I like a man to be very gentle
with them ... ... ..Do you think you could do that little thing for me?"

As I watched a perfect set of breasts spill out into view, I found myself
nodding my head yes."

But before I started my assigned task, she had one more thing to explain.

"Now Thomas, I'm sure your going to do a simply splendid job on my breasts,
and pleasure me to no end, but I like mixing in a little pain with the
pleasure. So I'm going to take off one of my pumps and stick the stiletto heel
up your ass."

She said what she was going to do to me so nicely and so sweetly it gave her
words a ring of unreality to them, but as I started to lick and suck on her
breasts, I felt the reality of the heel up my ass as well.

The pain and the pleasure mixed in my mind like a fine puree, and I tried to
put a wall between myself and reality. It worked to an extent ... ... It kept
me from losing myself to her or going mad from the pain.

Finally, my ordeal ended with another sensual kiss. It was doubly hard not to
react to that, and I didn't succeed. She laughed at my weakness again and then
I was getting a new set of orders.

"I want to squeeze your weak little midsection between my big legs ... ... ...
... .But I want to do it on the carpet in the middle of this room ... ... ...
... ..So your going to have to carry me there."

I looked up at her when I heard that bit of news. She had to weigh anywhere
from 190 to 210 and she was tremendously big, six three or six four, I
guessed. How could I carry her when she out weighed me by 100 pounds and was
at least a foot taller than me?

She saw the trepidation on my face, and that's when she told me about the
penalty for dropping her.

"Of course, Thomas ... .If you can't do that little thing for me ... ... I
will become quite angry with you ... ... ..And you won't like me when I'm
angry."

I didn't like her period, but I wasn't about to tell her that. I wanted to
yell you big Bitch right into her face, but I didn't want her to get angry and
I was sure I wouldn't like it if she got angry, so I refrained from giving her
a piece of my mind.

My only hope was to try and lift Skyler's tremendous bulk by cradling her in
my arms. She was watching me very carefully with an amused expression on her
face. I strategically positioned my arms underneath her and lifted.

For one agonizing moment nothing happened and then I redoubled my efforts. I
was wrong in my estimate. She had to weigh a ton. Somehow, I managed to lift
her up a few inches off the couch. I grunted and groaned from the strain and
she even clapped as I moved her great weight completely off the couch. Each
step was shaky and my arms felt like I was carrying the weight of the world.

My great effort moved her to speak, "Thomas, I am impressed."

I wanted to drop her and run, but Didi was lurking out there somewhere on the
other side of the door. So I continued with my Herculean task, and I strained
and strained with each painful step I took probably giving myself a double
hernia for the effort.

I was just a couple steps from home when I felt my legs giving out and I sort
of dropped her in slow motion right on top of me. We fell together in a
tangle, but my body took the full brunt of her crushing weight breaking her
fall completely.

Instead of being mad, she sang out, "Why Thomas, you used your body to save me
... ... Your a hero."

I was no hero. I hated the big gorgeous bitch. I would have liked to have
dropped her off a cliff instead, but I was happy that she was happy and that I
might not get a punishment for my crimes.

As she stood, she took my body with her. I found myself in her arms as she
gave me a glorious smile, and said, "My little He man! ... ... I'll show you
the womanly art of lifting."

She wrapped one hand around my ankles and the other around my neck and lifted.
I was instantly transported above her head. and as she stretched out her arms
completely lifting my body near the ceiling, she sang out, "Ta da! ... ...
..Now this is how you lift someone."

OK so I was impressed. She was super strong and super beautiful and about ten
other super things as well, but could she hit a toilet from five feet away ...
... I think not.

She brought my body down slowly sliding it up against her own as she gently
brought me back to eye level.

"Now here's your reward!" And I got another slow sensual kiss from her. I may
have hated her, but I did enjoy the kisses.

A couple of minutes later, I was in agony between her legs on the floor. Her
big sexy muscular thighs enveloped my middle as she playfully squeezed me to
pulp on the floor. I lay there totally defenseless because in the first few
minutes she had totally squeezed any strength I may have had left right out of
my body.

Of course, I got another lecture too, "Now Thomas, this is a very dangerous
time for you ... ..My legs are EXTREMELY strong ... ..And it is critical that
you don't make me angry in any way."

How could I make her angry? I could barely move.

"Now, were going to play a little game ... ... I'm going to take your little
water pistol in my hand and play with it ... ... ..But here's the fun part ...
... .The clock on the wall will chime in approximately two minutes ... ... ..I
want you to be a man and contain yourself till you here that clock chime ...
... ... Or else, I'm afraid your going to make me quite angry."

How did she think of these crazy games? As soon as she stopped talking, she
started to gently stroke my penis. OH God! That felt good! And she wasn't
squeezing me any more either so I had no pain to block out the pleasure.
Instead, she was sensually rubbing her big silky thigh up and down on my chest
to add to my troubles and my lust.

I was squirming from her gentle manipulations in no time, and my penis was
rock hard already. I opened my eyes and saw that she was watching me intently
with an evil little grin on her face.

"I estimate you have about a minute and a half to go."

Too long! ... ... .Too long! ... ... I'm not going to make it! I could feel
myself building to a crescendo. Have to think of something else! I was really
squirming now.

She sang out, "One minute!"

Then the dirty bitch cheated. She bent down and enveloped my lips in hers.
That was just downright not fair, and then it got worse as she stuck her
tongue in my mouth and gave me the French treatment as well. I was adrift in a
sea of lust as my mind tried to restrain the unrestrainable. The next few
seconds were an eternity and then I heard the chimes and my body erupted a
micro second later. I quaked and shivered for a good thirty seconds as I
ejected my load all over the floor. It was the best orgasm I ever had, but I
wasn't going to give her any credit.

I could hear her speaking again and it took all my concentration to focus on
her words.

"Why Thomas, I think I'm quite angry with you ... ... ... .Don't you find me
attractive? ... ... ..I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for that."

"But I didn't do anything till the bell chimed," I blurted out.

"Doesn't matter ... ... I'm offended that you took so long ... .it must mean
that you find me unattractive."

Now I knew she was crazy. The game had been rigged. I couldn't win ... ...
..Then I thought of a long shot, I just hoped it would be worth it.

"NO! NO! YOUR A GODDESS! I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Your the most
beautiful awesome women I have ever seen ... ... Please give me another chance
to prove it."

I hated groveling. I didn't see an alternative and I wasn't sure what she
might come up with, but I had to risk it. I just didn't want to experience
another one of her punishments."

"Why Thomas your making me blush!" she said like a coquette. "Maybe there is
one little thing you could do for me ... ... .And then I would know that you
really like me ... ... .Yes, I'm quite sure it would keep me from getting
angry with you."

"Anything, my queen, "I yelled. Boy, could I grovel with the best of them.

She looked me over for a moment before she said, "It looks like all your
muscles are out of commission for awhile except maybe one," and she touched
the tip of my nose for effect.

"Stick out your tongue," she commanded.

Oh oh! I didn't like the sound of that, but I did as I was told.

"Yes, that will do quite nicely."

Then she stood up, and looked down at me with a devious smile, as she
positioned her legs on either side of my head. I had to look a mile up her
body to see her smiling face, but I had to admit I liked the view.

Then she just descended till her bulk rested on my shoulders with her legs
surrounding my head. My tongue was still out, as she moved her thong to the
side, took my head and shoved into her muff, and said contentedly, "Yes, that
tongue of yours will do quite nicely."

A half hour later, I lay in a heap on the floor totally wasted when Didi
walked in. Skyler was fixing her hair when Didi saw me and commented, "I hope
he's not dead!"

"No, I think you'll find he's quite resilient. I bet he gets you three or four
levels before your time is up."

As Skyler walked out the door, Didi yelled after her, "We'll see! ... .We'll
see!"

I was holding my side from the abuse I received from Skyler. Didi saw that and
looked me over as I laid sprawled out on the floor. After her examination, she
pressed with two fingers under each of my armpits.

"There that will numb the pain for awhile, and make you more serviceable." She
told me, but it fell on deaf ears.

I was a bit incoherent and I was moaning slightly when Didi knelt closer and
asked, "Do you remember our conversation earlier today.

I looked at her and she looked vaguely familiar, but I still wasn't seeing too
clearly.

Didi went on even though I didn't answer, "We spoke of the art of Mysumi ...
... ... Do you remember?"

Yes, I did remember something. Then as I felt her lift me up, it all came
flooding back, and I screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!"

I quickly found myself upside down and looking straight at a big old hairy
pussy. My arms were pinned to my sides by Didi's crushing embrace, and she was
nibbling at my willy. She paused a moment from that interesting pursuit to
talk, "This is sumi number one ... ... ... ..Can you guess what you have to
do?"

I had a pretty good idea.

Still staring directly at her pussy, I asked her a question, "I thought men
were not supposed to derive pleasure form this?"

She answered back, "Who says you will." And then she squeezed me tighter in
her crushing embrace, and bit me in a place I surely didn't want to get bit
in. I screamed, "Ahhhh!" but my screaming was only momentary as she prompted
me to get to work, and I was motivated to do precisely as she directed.

The first level went well for her, I was truly happy. This male vessel had
poured forth much pleasure for her, and my pain was tolerable as long as I
followed the rules.

As she initiated this novice in to the art of Mysumi, she explained that the
positions had to be exact and strictly maintained to maximize the pleasure for
the woman. I had been upside down for twenty minutes. I just couldn't believe
her strength and that this was a female art.

Position number two was a mind blower, but I guess number one was too. This
time, my legs were wrapped around her waist as the rest of my body wound down
under her pussy with my head ending up right next to her butt. I guess I knew
the doorway of pleasure for this level.

To insure that my legs did not weaken or move, Didi pressed a nerve in each
leg at the junction of my knees which had the effect of locking my legs in
place. I couldn't have moved them if I wanted too, and they ached like hell.
She also tightened her legs around my middle, effectively immobilizing that
part of me as well.

Then she finished off the ritual positioning of our bodies by bending a little
at the knees, reaching back with both of her hands, and forcing my head right
into the back door of her temple.

When our bodies were aligned properly and locked into position, she spoke to
me again," This sumi is very painful for the male vessel as you no doubt have
already found out. It is best that we commence immediately so that you are not
too weak for the next Sumi."

There was going to be another? That was depressing news. That's when I
experienced many of her muscles contracting at the same time. It delivered
pain to many parts of my tortured body all at once. Through the pain, I
realized her superior body and positioning was prompting my inferior body to
start its task. I stuck my tongue out again and realized that oddly enough it
was the only muscle I had any control over, and I found that amusing as I
started my assigned task.

After level two, I felt like a limp dishrag, but she seemed very happy with my
performance, and she had already informed me we had time for one more level on
the stairway to heaven. If this was the stairway to heaven, I wanted an
elevator to hell.

She let me walk around for awhile till the feeling in my legs returned, and
she looked at the clock impatiently from time to time, but I needed to recover
she told me because this level was very tricky and required some agility on my
part. That was a bit of news I didn't want to hear.

Finally, she laid on her back and stuck her long lovely legs in the air, and
when she was ready, she spoke again, "Now, I want you to mount my crotch!"

I looked at her with a puzzled expression, and she lowered her legs so that I
could mount her more easily. I had figured out part of the mechanics of this
sumi and it did stimulate me. This one was really going to be interesting.

As soon as I was aboard, she lifted herself higher taking my body up as well.
Everywhere I looked, I saw long lovely female leg.

I was game for this one. "Do you want me to complete the connection?" I asked

"No I must accomplish that. Remember the male is not the initiator, he is only
the vessel."

Well this vessel was horny as hell. Her arms were bracing her back and I was
wondering how she was going to do that. That's when she bent her legs at an
awkward angle and placed her one foot under my chin and the other behind my
head on my neck and lifted. I was lifted off of her and inserted.

Barely being able to speak with her foot under my chin , I said jokingly,
"This position must be painful for you."

"Do not worry, I am an accomplished acolyte."

After insertion, she kept her feet where they were, alternately lifting me up
slightly and then easing me down creating a rhythm or motion which in turn
created the desired effect for her. I was certain, I would never make love in
a weirder position. I guess much of this female discipline was about control
and I certainly had none as I was lifted up and down on her love spot.

I guess for women emotional control was not part of the discipline during sumi
sex because Didi was screaming very loudly and yelling, "YES! ... ... ..YES!
... ... ... YES!" And I was being lifted up and down very fast now. I felt
more like a piston than a man, but I realized that this discipline was not
very male oriented.

After a few minutes as my own emotional involvement intensified, I realized
something strange was happening. I could not attain the final release. My
penis remained hard, and I could not finish.

Afterwards, Didi explained that there is a nerve junction in the neck that
inhibits male orgasm which this sumi utilizes to maximize the time, duration,
and intensity of pleasure for the female. It was hard to believe that a foot
placed on a neck could control other parts of the body, but Didi reminded me
of the science of acupuncture which made use of this knowledge to heal.

So there I was no more than a vessel of pleasure for her as my body moved up
an down like a piston completely under her control. Thus draining the maximum
amount of time and friction out of me and attaining the maximum amount of
pleasure for her, and denying me the final moment of pleasure myself. I have
to admit I felt more like a human dildo than a man.

There's a kind of insanity that occurs as pleasure is allowed to build and
build in one's mind without the ultimate release. You are taken beyond the
natural release point to a level of intensity a man seldom if ever
experiences. I was taken to a place I never want to go again.

The lovemaking, if you could call it that, lasted an incredibly long time. I
could see why women wanted to experience this sumi. Then when her orgasm hit
she screamed, quaked , shuttered and moaned like no women had ever done in my
presence before. Usually, a man would take a lot of satisfaction out of that,
but I was lost in my own emotional graveyard and I needed my own release.

Afterwards, as I lay on the floor, still as hard as a rock, and still in the
midst of denial hell, I begged, "Please ... ... .let me finish."

Didi appeared over me and said softly, "Usually the man is not granted this,
but since we can go no further today ... ... "

She placed two fingers on my neck and pressed. It was like opening a flood
gate. I rolled around on the floor in ecstasy as my orgasm hit me. For some
reason it was a really good one too.

I must have laid on the floor for five minutes trying to recover. When my
senses returned, I could see Didi fixing her hair, and that's when Skyler
walked back in.

"Kim just drove up. I'll dress loverboy here." she said as she looked at me on
the floor ... ... ."Not much left is there," she joked to Didi.

"He did well, " Didi replied.

Then Skyler answered back, "Yes, I thought so too."

Five minutes later, I limped out the door barely able to walk and again
feeling the pain in my side. Skyler and Didi watched me as I gingerly tried to
ease myself into the car. I couldn't help myself and I turned and looked at
the two women before I entered the car. They were both watching me very
intensely. Their gaze sent a cold chill up and down my spine and it only
helped me to move quicker despite the pain.

A few seconds later the women watched as the car drove off. Didi was the first
to speak, "He is the one!"

"I want him too." Skyler replied. "We're going to have to come up with a
plan."

Back in the car, Kim was silent for awhile, but she would glance at me from
time to time. While I slumped in the corner trying not to move too much. The
pain in my side was awful.

Finally, Kim asked, "Did they hurt you?"

I shot back, "Damn right they did!"

She mulled over my outburst for a few seconds then she said contritely, "I'm
sorry ... ... ..They promised not to hurt you."

I was in pain and I wanted to hurt her so I answered back, "Well, I hope you
got a lot of money for it!"

I saw her face contort in shame after my remark, and I regretted saying it as
soon as I said it.

"Don't worry, mom will ground me for a year for this."

I remained quiet for the rest of the ride suffering with that stabbing pain in
my side and feeling all the other bumps and bruises as well. I just hoped I
didn't have any broken ribs. When we got back to Kate's house, Kim helped me
out of the car and into the house. She was being more sensitive and didn't try
and carry me. I was thankful for that.

As soon as Kate seen me, she yelled at Kim, "What the hell happened?"

Kim was sort of trying to find the words when I said, "It's my fault ... ...
.We went to my house and like an idiot ... ... .I fell down the steps."

Kate looked at me for a moment and I tried to avoid her eyes. Then she turned
to her daughter and said, "Is that right?"

"Well, I ... ... ."

I interrupted Kim again and said, "I'm sorry, I know we were supposed to start
practicing tomorrow ... ... ... If you want to fire me ... ... .I guess you
can."

Kate's face softened and she said sympathetically, "I'll do nothing of the
sort ... ..Accidents happen ... ... Here let me help you."

Then she lifted me, cradling me in her arms and carried me upstairs. I didn't
try to stop her. I knew she was trying to be helpful and I wasn't sure I could
manage the stairs on my own anyway.

She carefully placed me down on the bed, and asked, "Do you need some help
with your clothes?"

I shook my head no and she asked, "Do you have your doctors number? ... ...
... .I'll need it to get your records for my doctor in the morning."

"Your taking me to your doctor?" I asked.

"The family is incorporated. We can say its an accident from training and it
will be covered."

"Thanks!" I said and very carefully started to take off my shirt.

Before Kate walked out the door, she turned and said, "I'll be back in a
little while." She winked and then walked out the door.

Now, what the hell did that mean? I just shook my head and tried to get out of
my shirt without causing too much pain. In a few minutes I was laying under
the covers and reflecting on the day. What a day it had been. I realized one
thing, though. I had entered another world. One in which the female of the
species was king or more accurately queen. I wasn't sure I could survive in
such a world. I didn't want to be an object or a possession ... ..I wanted to
be a man. But in this world, women had redefined what it was to be a man.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a gentle tapping on my door.

"Come in!" I said softly still deep in thought.

It was Kim, and she sat on my bed and looked very sorry and contrite.

"I wanted to thank you," she said.

I liked having the upper hand with her and I answered back, "Don't mention
it."

"No. you could have gotten me into a lot of trouble."

"That's what friends do," I told her meaning every word.

She looked very embarrassed and then she fumbled for something before she
found it, and said sadly, "Here's your money back ... ... And I tore up that
picture and flushed it down the toilet."

This time it was me who said, "Thanks!"

Then she looked at me and her expression changed and she said, "I really like
you."

"I like you too, Kim."

And she kissed my forehead, and said, "Even after all the bad things I've done
to you today?"

"Even after that," I said.

She got up to leave and she turned and said, "You know I'd really like you
better as a boyfriend then as a dad."

Her statement stunned me for a moment, and I remembered how she had told her
friends that I was her boyfriend. So I said cautiously, "I don't really think
either of those two things are going to happen."

She answered back, "We'll see," and then she was gone.

I stared at the door for a second wondering how such a good conversation could
have ended so poorly, but I didn't have time to mull it over too much because
a few minutes later, I got another knock on the door.

It was Kate again and she had some things with her. She sat on the bed and
gave my face a double take.

Then she smiled and said warmly, "You know Kim likes you very much." And she
took a cloth, wet it with her tongue, and gently rubbed off the lipstick from
my forehead.

"I like all your daughters," I answered back.

"And they all like you! ... ... ... They can be a bit much though ... ... You
know you're going to have your hands full she said with a smirk on her face."

I answered back, "I think they all take after their mother."

She laughed at my remark and started to unbutton my shirt.

"I have some salve, it should help with the soreness and the pain till we get
you to the doctor tomorrow."

After her statement, she started to rub in on my chest and shoulders, and
despite the fact that she was touching a very sore body, it actually felt very
good.

Then she added as she rubbed, "You know I like men who don't have too much
muscle ... ..There skin feels so soft and pliant just like a new born
infants."

She started to rub harder and I felt myself giving in to the sensation and I
closed my eyes.

"And I like smaller men too. There just so small and cuddly ... ... You just
want to squeeze them real tight and eat them all up."

I opened my eyes really wide when I heard that. Was she coming on to me. It
was like no come on I had ever heard before.

Then she asked, "Do you like big women?"

I always knew the right thing to say in such situations and I replied, "I like
you, Kate!"

It was the right thing to say. She gave me a big glorious smile and then she
bent down and kissed me forcefully on the lips.

After the kiss, she stared deeply into eyes, and added, "Were going to have to
spend some quality time together."

That sounded interesting and I reacted by giving her a big smile of my own.

Then she carefully fitted a brace around my ribs saying, "That should make you
more comfortable till tomorrow and then she covered me, bent down and kissed
my forehead, and quietly left the room.

I was feeling better and I had almost fallen asleep when I heard another knock
at the door. It was Cindy this time. Her pretty young face was smiling
brightly as she entered and sat on my bed. She looked at me for a moment
before she began to speak.

"I guess we won't be able to play together tomorrow." she said with sadness in
her voice.

"Probably not for a long time." I said. Then when I looked at her big frame,
bright devilish eyes, and muscular young body, I amended my statement and said
with emphasis, "A real long time!"

Cindy frowned and said, "I can carry you around if you want ... ..I'm real
strong."

"I know you are," I said, and then I added, "Let's wait and see what the
doctor has to say."

She frowned again and said, "I really like you!"

"I know! I like you too!" I answered back.

That made her face brighten and she said with a gush of words, "Were gonna
have so much fun together, I'm going to carry you around like your my little
baby brother, and you can sit on my lap too, and we can play all sorts of fun
games ... ... ..And I'll protect you from my sisters too."

That really didn't sound like a guy type agenda, but I remained diplomatic.

"We'll just have to see, Cindy, I don't know how badly I'm hurt."

She mulled over my words for a moment and then she threw me a real big curve.

"Is that my mom's or Kim's lipstick on your forehead?"

I didn't know quite how to answer her. I wasn't going to tell her that I had
had both of their lipsticks on my forehead.

So I told a little white lie, "Your mom gave me a little peck on my forehead
because she thought I was being brave."

Cindy looked like she was deep in thought for a moment, and then she leaned
over and kissed my forehead too.

Then she smiled and said happily, "If I had lipstick on, then you would have
two marks on your forehead."

Just before she left, she turned and said gravely, "I'm glad that lipstick
wasn't from my sister Kim" and then she was gone too.

I shook my head and sighed as I stared at the door again. Living with four
women just wasn't going to be easy, and the fact they were all beautiful,
overpoweringly strong and had a penchant for shorter weaker men didn't bode
well for me.

I settled in again and closed my eyes when I heard another knock on the door.
I quickly wiped the lipstick off my forehead and yelled in a moderately loud
voice, "Come in, Debbie!"

She walked in with a funny look on her face as she asked, "How did you know it
was me?"

"Easy," I said, "I'm psychic."

She gave me another strange look, but she quickly moved on.

As she sat on my bed and looked at the bruises on my face she said, "I'm going
to ask mom if I can be your nurse."

I didn't know what to say, she was going over my head.

She didn't wait for an answer as she said excitedly, "I could feed you and
tend to your needs ... ..even carry you up and down the stairs when need be
... ... ..I'm very strong."

"I don't think that would be wise right now," I said in my most diplomatic
voice.

Debbie frowned when she heard that, and then she got a devilish look on her
face and said defiantly, "Or I could go to my mom and tell her where you
really got those bumps and bruises."

Her statement stunned me and I looked at her in stunned silence for a moment.

Debbie saw my reaction, smiled even more deviously, and then added, "I
overheard Kim talking to Skyler on the phone."

Women everywhere would have been proud of Debbie. She was blackmailing me like
a pro showing a real flare for it too.

"You'll get your sister and me in big trouble," I warned.

She stood, threw back my covers, and reached for me with both her arms as she
answered back, "It doesn't have to be that way as long as you let me do what I
want."

She easily lifted me out of bed and cradled me in her strong arms, smiling
down on me the whole time. It's hard to yell at somebody in a whisper, but I
tried.

"Debbie put me down! ... ..What do you want?"

She looked around and carried me over to a chair and sat down. I was between a
rock and a hard place. I didn't want to make too much commotion and have
someone walk in on us. So I found myself on her lap when she finally answered
me, "Why isn't that obvious ... ..I want you!"

"Your too young!" I shot back.

That was obviously the wrong button to push because she reacted by squeezing
me tightly to her pinning my one arm, and then she grabbed my other arm with
her left hand immobilizing it as well. I struggled but couldn't move. She had
effortlessly immobilized my upper body making me totally helpless on her lap.

She still had one hand free too and she fussed over me with it, pushing the
hair out of my eyes, fixing my collar, and gently tweaking my cheek in a show
of affection.

Then she finally told me the harsh reality of my situation, "I know your a lot
older than me, but I'm a lot bigger and stronger than you are, and might makes
right."

All I could do was look at my captor and wonder what she was going to do with
me next, and I didn't have long to wait. She grabbed my chin with her free
hand and kissed me on the lips. "Your going to enjoy having me for a boss ...
..you'll see."

I tried to squirm out of her hold, but she held my smaller weaker frame up
against hers controlling me effortlessly with just her one arm, and I had the
added problem of my damaged ribs to worry about.

Finally, I gave up and stopped squirming. When I looked up at her, she was
looking down on me with heavy lidded eyes. It scared the hell out of me.

Finally, she started to rock me in her arms, exclaiming, "See, this isn't so
bad! ... ... ... .Now hush up and close your eyes and nursey will see to
everything."

I was totally exhausted and my body had been badly battered, but I knew deep
down even if I had been completely healthy it wouldn't have made a bit of
difference. All of the females in this family were many times stronger than me
The hopelessness of my situation made me loose it and I sobbed out loud.

Debbie thought I was hurting from my bumps and bruises, and she tried to
comfort me, "Now ... ..now little Tommy, nursey will take good care of you!"

Then she started to gently rock me in her arms and hum some stupid lullaby. I
was so ashamed, but her gentle ministrations soon had an effect on me making
me feel safe in her arms, and I felt myself giving in to the situation. I was
so exhausted I just couldn't fight a fight I wasn't going to win, and soon my
eyes became heavy and I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to find myself under the covers again. I had no
idea how long Debbie stayed or how long she held me in her arms. Almost
immediately, Cindy walked in.

"Doesn't anybody knock around here," I said fuming.

Cindy ignored my outburst and said, "Mom says you got to get up. You'll be
leaving for the doctors in less than an hour."

I curbed my anger and said, "Thanks." Which brought a big smile to Cindy's
face.

At breakfast, I learned about the complex Kate was taking me too for my
doctors appointment. It seems that her doctor was located inside B.O.S.S.
which was a three hundred million dollar building complex right in the heart
of downtown.

I learned that B.O.S.S. stood for Band Of SisterS which was a group of women
who believed in female supremacy, and that Kate was a member as well as her
daughters who belonged to the youth chapter know as Teens Over Men or the Tom
Boys.

As I listened, the club sounded more like a religion than a organization. The
women I was told were really dedicated to the premise of female supremacy. I
wondered what that meant, but I guess I would find out during my visit. I was
reminded that women lived ten years longer than men and were more intelligent
than men, and that the reason why women appeared weaker on average was that
men had kept them down for thousands of years. I really didn't want to get
into an argument because Kate was my boss, no pun intended.

I didn't want to debate the issue either. All the women at the table had
already proven how strong they were in comparison to me. One thing that did
intrigue me though was the fact that B.O.S.S. was also a company selling many
products and they had already risen to one hundred on the fortune five hundred
list.

Kim, Debbie, and Cindy were coming with Kate and I, and they were going to
work out in the youth complex while Kate and I went to the doctors office. I
had no idea what I was walking into, but I sure was intrigued by it all.

When we got to B.O.S.S.I learned that the medical complex was in the main
building. The lobby was huge an it was framed by a big circular desk in the
middle manned by five women in uniforms who all wore the B.O.S.S. logo which
was the letters B.O.S.S. engraved in gold with the letter O turned into the
symbol for female which was the letter O with the cross at the bottom.

The lobby was a hubbub of activity with dozens of women in business suits
coming and going, and some of the women wore men's suits as well. More than a
few gave me the eye as I walked bye. I was surprised by the aggressive nature
of their stares and I really couldn't attribute it just to curiosity.

There were a few men, but none wore business suits and they all were
accompanied by women who walked ahead of them not with them. I wasn't too
surprised because Kate told me to follow her and not to walk next to her when
we were inside. The women at the desk waved to Kate, she stopped there at the
desk for a moment and got some sort of card from one of the women, and then we
walked on.

We went one way and the girls went another. They were heading for a different
set of elevators and I watched as they had to flash their cards through a card
reader before they could progress any further. When we approached another set
of elevators, Kate handed me a card. She told me it was a guest pass and it
would get me to the second floor where I had to register before I could see
the doctor. Kate used her card and I used mine on the card reader and then we
entered the elevator.

As soon as we got out of the elevator, there was another woman at a desk and
we had to see her before we could proceed. She took down my name, social
security number, and made a copy of my drivers license. I thought it was a lot
of red tape to go through just to see a doctor, but Kate was all smiles so I
went along with everything.

We were directed to a room where there were several women behind a counter
wearing those same sexy uniforms. She introduced me and then she answered some
questions about me as the woman took it all down at the computer terminal. I
was surprised they weren't asking me since I was the one who had to register.
Kate had to stop and ask me several times when she didn't know the answer to a
question.

Finally, one of the women opened the counter and directed me to follow her.
Before, I moved, Kate bent down and whispered into my ear, "Say you belong to
me!"

As I followed the woman through another door, I wondered why Kate had told me
that.

The room was antiseptic looking in appearance and had only one chair, a
computer terminal, and a tube that must have transported things throughout the
complex. The woman sat at the chair which hiked her short skirt up exposing a
great pair of long sexy looking legs. Ignoring me as she worked, she directed
me to stand in front of her, and started frantically working the keys.

When in Rome, I thought. I stood patiently in front of her till she started to
ask questions. "Now Mr. Hughes, we have all your statistics, but I need a bit
more information ... ... .Do you currently have a boss woman?"

I looked at her somewhat perplexed and repeated her question, "A boss woman?"

She smiled and answered back politely, "You know, a woman who controls you ...
... The woman in charge of your life."

I wanted to say I'm the boss of me, but for some reason I hesitated and
remembered what Kate had just told me to say. I don't know why, but I knew
that was my best answer.

"Kate ... ... Kate Williams," I said.

As the woman punched in the information she smiled and said, "Of course."

Her next statement was even more surprising.

"You will be required to make yourself available to B.O.S.S. at least one day
a week ... ... ..What would be the best day for you?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I had an answer, "I'll be out of
town most of the time touring with Kate's act."

"Oh dear that is a problem," the woman said, "I'm sure though, you'll get a
special dispensation seeing that Kate is a member in good standing."

In a confused voice, I asked, "I'm sorry, I don't understand?"

"You will be required to attend some of the parties that the woman throw here
as well as other functions ... ... I'm sure you'll just love them ... ... ...
... ..For now, you will be required to call in whenever your in town ... ...
..Your bracelet, of course, will reflect that your currently bossed."

I had no idea what she was talking about. Seeing my confusion, the woman said,
"Make sure I give you a pamphlet before you leave. It explains all the rules
for men."

Then she typed on the computer for the longest time till she said, "Just one
more thing ... ... ..Take your shirt off, please."

This was getting more bizarre by the moment, but for some reason, I did as I
was instructed.

As soon as she saw the bandages she asked in a provocative voice, "Why Mr.
Hughes, did Kate squeeze you a little too hard?"

It was precisely how I had gotten the injury, but I wasn't going to tell this
woman that.

"A training accident," I said not too convincingly.

The woman smiled at me and said, "I see!" Then she did some more typing.

Finally, she asked the craziest thing yet.

"Please stand on that platform over there and strike a muscle pose."

I hesitated, this was plain crazy. Finally, I shrugged my shoulders and walked
over. As soon as I was on the platform, I struck a double biceps pose and felt
totally ridiculous. A couple of flashes went off and the woman responded by
telling me, "It's for our database, you understand."

I didn't understand at all. These woman were totally nuts.

As I put my shirt back on and the woman typed on the computer, she spoke to
me, "Your in fairly good shape, although your not very big, but you do work
out for the act, so I'm going to give you a strength quotient of 2.6 on our
male strength scale."

That didn't sound very high, I thought.

"Of course, that raw number will change as we know you better and can better
gauge your quotient in the coming months."

This woman seemed to be talking a foreign language. I didn't understand much
and something told me that I didn't want to understand.

As soon as she finished typing this time, I heard a whirring sound and a small
cylinder appeared and slid down from the ceiling in the tube. As soon as it
stopped, the woman took it out and opened it. There was a small bracelet
inside which she took out and placed it in her hand.

She then swiveled her chair towards me exposing more of those sexy thighs of
hers. Smiling, she bid me to approach her with a motion of her finger. As soon
as I was close enough, she grabbed my right arm and fit the bracelet on my
wrist. As she did this, she spoke in that soft sexy voice of hers, "This is
your ID bracelet. Never take it off. It will allow you access to the
appropriate venues in the complex."

When she was done fastening it, she wrote something on a small piece of paper
and then she had another surprise for me. She patted her exposed thighs with
her hand and sang out, "Now, I want you to come sit on mommie's lap for a
second, you cutey pie."

Her change in demeanor and what she wanted me to do absolutely stunned me and
I froze. She took my hand and led me around her knees and then she helped me
by lifting me onto her lap.

Leaning down towards my face, she whispered, "There now isn't that comfy?"
Then she took the piece of paper and stuck it in my shirt pocket.

"My name is Sheila Burgess, my name and number are on that piece of paper. You
can access me through the data base ... ... ..If you ever become unfettered,
be sure and look me up. Then she bent down and kissed me right on the lips.

After the kiss, she smiled at my reaction, then she got a Kleenex, licked it
with her tongue, and started to wipe off her lipstick from my face.

Seeing those ruby red lips and that tongue of hers lick that Kleenex had an
effect on me, and I sat on her lap in silence trying not to get a hardon as
she cleaned my face.

"We wouldn't want Kate to see this," she whispered in that low sexy voice of
hers as she cleaned her lipstick off my lips.

When she was done, she stood up taking me along with her. I now found myself
cradled in her arms as she began to walk back towards the door.

You're such a little cutey pie she murmured to me as she opened the door and
carried me back into the reception room. There was another woman registering a
man at the desk as we walked in and everyone stopped and laughed as I was
handed back across the counter to Kate.

She set me down and before we could leave, Sheila said, "Don't forget your
pamphlet and she handed it to Kate who put it in her purse, took my hand, and
we walked out the door.

As we waited by the elevator, she asked, "I should have explained things
better ... ... ..You OK?"

"Yea," I answered back, "you can fill me in on the ride home."

She smiled down at me as the elevator bell rang.

The doctors office was on the fifteenth floor in the medical complex, and
there were four people waiting inside, all women. All four of them gave me the
eye as we walked in. It was a bit strange to get those type of glances from
women. Now I know how a good looking women must feel everyday of her life.

Kate waved to the nurse behind the glass who waved back as we sat down, and it
couldn't have been more than a minute till a door opened and another nurse
called my name in a sexy Swedish accent.

God! She was as beautiful as she was tall. I guessed she was as tall as Kate,
at least six four, and she was blond with a classic face and huge breasts
which protruded way out from her uniform. She was wearing a standard type
nurses uniform complete with hat, but there was nothing standard about the
uniform. It was very tight fitting and it ended half way up those long
gorgeous legs of hers. She also had on white pumps which made her even taller
and sexy white mesh nylons.

She dwarfed me as I walked bye her. I barely came up to her breasts, and I
felt like a small child in her presence. It was the same feeling I felt often
with Kate.

She led me to a room where she first ran my bracelet unto a scanner and then
she led me to a standard leather examining table. Instead of letting me hop on
to it, she reached down and with those big hands of hers and lifted me onto
the table by grabbing me under the armpits. Instead, of just lifting me onto
the table, she held me a few seconds longer than need be suspended in the air
while she looked into my eyes before she deposited me on the table.

Instead of over reacting, I just let it happen. I guess I had been lifted so
much by women in the past day or so that I was becoming more comfortable with
it.

Her next words were an introduction, "My name is Inga, and I will be doing the
preliminary examination."

I said, "Hello!" thinking that if there ever was a woman who fit her name it
was this one. Next, I was expecting her to tell me to strip and then leave the
room, but she then started to unbutton my shirt.

"I can do that," I said as she continued to unbutton my shirt.

"Shhh!" She said as she started to carefully take my shirt off. Then she
untied my shoes and removed my shoes and socks. Before she moved on with the
rest of my clothes, she massaged my feet with her hands and murmured, "Ummmm!
You have such delicate small feet ... ... ..They're soooo cute!"

My feet were sensitive and the massaging was driving me wild. I think she
enjoyed the fact that I had such an obvious reaction to her gentle
manipulations. It was another minute or so before she moved on and helped me
with the removal of my T-shirt, and then she had me lean back and she
unbuttoned my pants and took those off of me as well.

I was trying not to react in typical male fashion, but I could feel my penis
getting hard despite my best efforts. Then she reached for my shorts, and I
responded by putting my hand out to block her because by this time, I had a
raging hard on.

She laughed and said in that fine Swedish accent of hers, "Do not be
embarrassed ... ... .You are a normal man ... ... ..I would be concerned and a
little hurt if you had not reacted."

Her words helped, and after all she was a nurse doing an examination, so I let
her remove my briefs as well. Then she just kissed me on the lips totally
flabbergasting me. Afterwards, she stared at my boner for a moment and smiled
before she went to a drawer to get one of those paper gowns you always wear at
an exam. Before she helped me into that as well, she carefully removed the
bandage around my ribs, then she kissed me again.

"I'll be back in a few moments," she informed me, but before she left, she
reached down and fixed one of her nylons exposing even more sexy leg to my
eyes. Of course, I stared at her as she lifted her uniform higher first fixing
one nylon and then the other. When she was done, she stood upright, gave me a
knowing smile, and then left.

I just shock my head and tried to calm down. These women sure didn't act like
any of the women I knew before I met Kate. They were all so aggressive and
they just seemed to take what they wanted. Being a typical man, I realized it
wasn't all that bad.

When Inga came back she gave me two shots. The first was a flu shot and the
other was some sort of vitamin the doctor gave to all her male clients. I just
accepted them trying to be a man and trying not to grimace too much.

Inga reacted to my show of manliness by kissing me again and then saying in a
low sexy voice, "You're such a good little boy!"

Why her statement made me so proud, I'm not sure but it did. Then she took a
couple of X-rays, drew some blood, and took my blood pressure. After each
procedure, I got another kiss. By now, I was looking forward to them.

Finally, she gave my body a cursory examination being careful around my ribs.
I just remained as passive as I could enjoying the rewards fully for being
good.

She noted down everything on a clip board and when she was done, I got another
big smile, but she didn't leave. She wheeled a chair over to the examining
table, put her foot on it, and plucked me off the table lying me astride her
long glorious thigh.

The sensation of bare skin on her nylon encased skin was wondrous and it made
me swoon a bit. Inga giggled at my reaction before she began to talk, "I saw
how much you liked my legs, so I decided to reward you for being such a good
little boy!"

I tried to listen to her and enjoy the sensation of her marvelously muscled
thigh all at the same time. I was a leg lover and this was the ultimate for
me. I could sit astride her sexy thigh forever. Then she made the sensation
even better by leaning in and kissing me, but this time she really put a
little something extra into her kiss.

At that moment, I would have done anything for this big Swedish bombshell she
had me so enthralled. Then she made it even more marvelous by making her
strong sexy leg bounce up and down. I completely gave in to the sensation and
I became lost in a sea of lust and desire. She expertly gauged how long I
could take the ride before she reached down and squeezed, instantly damping my
ardor.

Then she was speaking again, "Didn't want you to mess all over my nylons ...
... ... If you liked that ... ... ... Look me up, I'm in the directory ... ...
.My number is 3736954 ... ... ... .And you can come over and we can play many
games ... ... .I know of a lot of horsey rides that you'll just love."

Whatever she did, had not dampened any of the desire I had for her and I shook
my head like I would indeed look her up.

She smiled and then lifted me carefully off her leg and redeposited me on the
table. Then she put one of her big sexy legs right next to me on the examining
table and exclaimed happily, "Go on feel it ... ... .Feel my big strong sexy
muscles."

I didn't have to be told twice and I ran my hand along her leg all the way up
to her big thigh feeling how smooth and powerful it was. I was also struck by
how small my hand looked in comparison to her long luscious leg. It was a mind
blowing experience making me want to experience those beautiful powerful legs
of hers again first hand.

Finally, she had to leave and she told me to calm down and try to relax
because the doctor would be in soon. I almost cried when she left, but I tried
to take her advice and lean back and calm down.

I was in for another even bigger surprise when the doctor walked in and
greeted me with a, "Hello Mr. Hughes," before she sat down at a small desk in
the room.

It was a woman even bigger and dare I say even more beautiful than Inga if
that was possible. She had long dark hair made up into bun, and she had a dark
Spanish type complexion just like Kate. She was wearing conservative clothes,
but when she sat down at the desk and started playing with the computer her
skirt rode up revealing another great set of legs. I couldn't help myself like
always and I stared at her long legs as she manipulated the keyboard. Finally,
she got up and looked at the X-rays before she came over.

She lifted up my gown and started to carefully feel my rib cage when I asked,
"Are any broken?"

She surprised me by avoiding my question, "You'll live ... ... .I'll discuss
your condition in greater detail with Ms. Williams.

"How did this happen?" she asked.

"I fell down the stairs," I answered back.

She gave me an incredulous look like she didn't believe me, then she tweaked
my cheek, and then patted it condescendingly with her hand as she got up to
leave.

"You may dress now ... ... you must rest that side of yours for a couple of
days ... ... .Do you understand? ... ... ... No squeezing!"

I said, "Yes ma'am," before I realized her full statement. I just hoped she
didn't talk to Kate about that. How could I explain to Kate how I got this
condition

The doctor sat back down in the chair and started to undo the bun on her head
as she casually said, "Inga tells me you're quite the leg man."

I watched her hair spill out and then she twirled it sensually with a twist of
her head. The site of her doing that just captivated me as I said without
thinking, "Yes ma'am!"

Then she pushed her skirt back exposing all of her awesome legs to my hungry
eyes. What she did next stunned me. She spread her legs very wide, grabbed her
panties and held them out of the way, and ordered, "Come here!"

Totally hypnotized at the view I saw, I jumped off the table and started to
walk towards her. "No!" she commanded, "crawl to me!"

Like a man who had lost control of his faculties, I found myself crawling
towards her and the unbelievable site my eyes could not disengage from. I
crawled right between her legs till my face was buried in her muff. She
responded by encircling my head with her lovely long legs and imprisoning it
there.

For the next ten minutes, I serviced her pussy till my tongue ached and she
had cum several times. She had jerked my head about so severely with her legs
that I thought she was going to dislocate it. Fortunately, I took solace in
the fact that she was a doctor and I was enjoying myself immensely.

Finally, as she fixed her hair back into that unattractive bun, she ordered,
"Put your clothes back on, clean yourself up, and I'll talk to Kate."

Then she made herself more presentable and without further comment left the
room. I had been badly used, but for some reason, I wasn't mad. Ten minutes
later I made my way to the waiting room. I had to pass Inga who winked at me
and I winked back at her making her smile in the process.

When I entered the waiting room, Kate and the doctor were finishing their
talk. The doctor turned and passed me like I wasn't even there. The bitch I
thought angrily, but I tried to keep my emotions hidden from Kate.

As we waited for the elevator, Kate told me that she had one more stop to make
before we could leave. She wanted to do some research on lifting techniques
for the act.

I asked, "How's my ribs?"

"No broken bones," she told me, "but no practicing for at least three or four
more days." Then as she looked at the ceiling she asked sort of nonchalantly,
"Who squeezed you? ... ... ..Was it Kim?"

I asked sort of sheepishly, "Can we talk about this back home?"

"Very well," she agreed, "but I will get to the bottom of this."

I just hung my head and was glad I had some time to come up with something
that Kate would believe. I certainly didn't want to get Kim in trouble, and I
certainly didn't want to mention Skyler's and Didi's name. I wasn't sure what
Kate would do. She had a bad temper.

The library was another total surprise. It was like no library I had ever seen
before. Everywhere there was astounding sights. As we walked in, my eyes went
immediately to the naked men. Kate explained that the men were naked and tied
to chairs in such a way so that the women could sit on their faces while they
lounged and read books. The men were special chairs and the women had to rent
time on them at the desk. Kate explained that the money collected helped to
pay for the library.

The women were just as astounding as the men. Almost every form of casual
dress could be seen exhibited by the women in this library from miniskirts to
bikinis. I looked at one helpless man and the beautiful woman sitting on him
was reading a book and wiggling her ass all over his face while she read. She
had her miniskirt hiked up and the lucky man was getting a large dose off ass
while she lounged. Several of the men were displaying rather large boners
while the women sat on their faces indicating to me that some of the men were
enjoying their predicament.

Kate took me to a couple of side chairs and as we sat she told me to keep a
low profile because the women here were very aggressive to say the least. Then
she got up and left leaving me too look at other unbelievable sights. Nearby
several women were sitting by computers and watching them intensely. Displayed
on screen were mixed fights of various kinds. Some were wrestling, some were
boxing, and some were martial arts, but in all cases the men were really
getting pasted by their female opponents.

As I stared at one screen in particular the woman turned and caught me
staring. She was a cross between a biker babe and a rock groupie with muscles.

"Is there a problem?" she asked angrily.

"No, No problem," I said in a very conciliatory voice.

It didn't work and she got up and came over. I saw Kate on the other side of
the library and I pointed to her and said, "I'm with her."

The girl looked at Kate who was watching from across the room and she put the
book down and came walking back. As soon as the girl saw Kate start walking
towards us, she scowled and walked away. I was really happy when Kate returned
and she took me by the hand and led me away.

"Can't leave you for a minute," she scolded like it was my fault.

We headed for a very secluded part of the room which led us right past the
desk. I stopped there when I saw a woman hand a man to another lady across the
counter. She took the man in her arms and then set him down next to her, and
then put a collar on his neck and secured a leash to his collar which she held
tightly in her right hand.

Kate saw my terrified expression at what I was witnessing and she decided to
explain. "Men can be rented out from the library for any length of time up to
one week. The man then belongs to the woman for the allotted time and she can
do anything she wishes with him short of hurting him. The fines are quite
heavy if she is late with her return or if the man comes back the worse for
wear.

I had to ask, "Where do all these men come from?"

"Oh, their members," Kate replied.

I wanted to ask more, but Kate was impatient and we started moving again. We
passed a succession of naked men being used as face cushions. The women came
in all shapes and sizes and colors. What they did share was a obvious passion
for man-breaking.

We also passed an argument. Two women were fighting over the same hapless man
cushion. The argument was loud and several other women were shushing them.
Finally, I saw a women come walking over who was dressed in that same sexy
uniform that was prominent all over the complex. As soon as one of the women
saw her, she beat a hasty retreat. She obviously didn't have claim to that
particular chair and man cushion.

Kate took me to a bank of chairs were no one was using the computers, slipped
her card across the reader, and turned the computer on. She scanned the
fights, found one and said, "Enjoy!" While she went back to her academic
pursuits.

I watched the young girl beat the hell out of the older heavier man in total
fascination. He had to be ten years her senior and he weighed more too. I
wasn't good with ages, but I could tell this girl couldn't be much older than
fifteen. What made it so thrilling was how good looking and tall the girl was.
She had the body of a goddess and she really knew how to put on a show. She
was constantly mocking the man for his poor showing and she did it in such a
sexy manner that it was unbelievable. It was obvious from almost the beginning
she could have beat him anytime she wanted too, but she was playing it up for
the cameras, and really making the man suffer. If I wasn't in such a public
place, I would have been stroking my oar for sure.

I lost myself in the fight and totally forgot where I was when I heard a
female voice say, "She's something, isn't she?"

I turned to see a woman in her late thirties who was absolutely stunning. She
was a lot older than me, but I would have hit on her if this was a different
time a different place. She didn't seem threatening so I said, "She's
unbelievable!"

The woman laughed at my remark, and said, "She's my daughter ... ... Her name
is Valerie, but everyone calls her Hot Sauce."

I wanted to say she is hot, but I respectfully refrained. Instead, I put out
my hand and introduced myself, "My name is Tom Hughes ... ... .I just became a
member today."

"Oh really," she said shaking my hand and smiling ... ... .."I'm Mary Stewart
and I'm the founder of B.O.S.S."

My mouth must have dropped open because Mary laughed at my reaction.

"You're the founder of this place, " I said in a small voice.

"Uh huh! ... ... ... ... ..You can't be here alone?" she asked.

"No Mary ... ... .I mean ma'am ... ... ... .I'm here with Catherine Williams.
I'm the new member of her act."

She laughed again saying, "That explains why you're alone and there's not five
women all over you ... ... ... Katie's quite a fighter in her own right."

"She is?" I said in a stunned voice.

"Uh huh! ... ... ..And were good friends too ... ... .My daughters and her
daughters are also good friends.

That's when I heard a familiar voice, "Is he in trouble?" Kate asked as she
came walking up with some books and a couple of tapes.

"This darling little man, why of course not," Ms. Stewart replied.

"That's good to hear," Katie shot back as the two women shook hands.

"As a matter of fact, why don't you bring him and your lovely daughters over
some time?"

"I don't know," Kate said, "Our six daughters together? ... ..Is that wise?"

"Will chance it," Mary answered back as the two women laughed. Then she got
serious and asked Kate, "Do you have some time, we should discuss you know
what."

"I could if I could get Tom here safely to my daughters at the youth center."

I didn't have the slightest idea what they were talking about and I really
didn't care. I just wanted to go home and rest.

But Mary had an idea. "Let me call, Valerie ... ... ..She's near bye. She can
escort Tom through the mind field of women to you're daughters."

She talked on the phone for a second and then she told Kate, "She'll be right
here."

It couldn't have been more than two minutes when I saw the girl in the movie.
She was even more stunning in person if that was possible. Mary explained to
her daughter what she needed and her daughter listened intently with a sour
look on her face till she saw me.

"Who's that?" she asked excitedly.

"That's Tom, dear."

"He's really cute! ... ... ... Can I play with him?"

That's when Kate broke in. "Tom has some cracked ribs, but he's coming over as
soon as he's healed, aren't you Tom?"

"I guess so ... ... "

"Cool!" Valerie said as she yanked me away from the two women and dragged me
after her.

As I was drug off by this teenage vixen, I heard Mary say, "Be careful with
him, dear! ... ... ..He's hurt and he belongs to our dearest friend."

"Sure mom," she yelled as I was dragged out of the library.

A few minutes later we were standing by a single elevator. Valerie informed me
as she hit the button, "This ways faster ... ... .This is my mom's private
elevator."

I was happy to hear it was faster, but unhappy to hear it was private. I just
didn't trust Valerie. She had this strange look on her face whenever she
looked at me.

She was chewing some gum as we rode the elevator looking just like a fifteen
year old girl. Well, maybe more like a fifteen year old supper model with
muscles.

Finally, she asked, "How old are you, Tommy my man."

I didn't like her condescending attitude, but I remained quiet and said,
"Twenty three."

"Cool!" Then she added, "My name is Valerie, but everyone calls me Hot Sauce,
even my little man slaves." She crowded nearer to me after her comment and I
tried to walk farther away from her. That's when she blocked my path by
putting her big leg up against the wall of the elevator and punching the stop
button bringing the elevator to a screeching halt.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a panic stricken voice.

"I figure we got a half hour to get acquainted," she said happily.

I tried to push her big leg out of the way, but I couldn't budge it an inch.
She watched me with an amused smile for a few minutes still chewing
incessantly on her gum and finally she took her leg off the wall and let me
retreat to the far corner of the elevator. Ignoring me for a moment, she took
off her top, spit out her gum, and started to shimmy out of her cutoff genes.

"What are you doing?" I asked again.

"Just getting comfortable," she answered back.

Underneath her clothes she was wearing a black bra and matching G-string. She
looked incredible as she started to walk towards me. Her legs were really
muscular looking and made my legs look like pretzel sticks. She was an inch or
two taller than Kim and when she stood next to me my eyes were level with the
top of her pert young breasts.

I remembered the clip of her mixed match I had just seen and was shaking like
a leaf when she walked up and towered over me.

"Does Kim like you?" she asked.

"We're friends, " I answered back.

"Right!" she said smugly ... ... "I bet Kim really likes you. She has a thing
for itty bitty fellas like you, just like I do!" Then she saw my demeanor and
asked, "Why are you shaking? ... ... ..Are you that afraid of me?"

I swallowed hard and answered back, "I,I saw one of your fights."

"Oh that! ... ... ... Those are men ... ... .Your just an itty bitty love toy!
... ... ..I couldn't fight you!"

I was about to answer her when her hands grabbed me under my arms and she
started to lift me up the elevator wall. The ceiling was higher than in normal
elevators so she could lift my body up about three feet off the floor.

She was smiling at me as she casually held my body plastered up against the
elevator wall. I was still shaking as I looked down at her and I could tell
she enjoyed my reaction.

"You're as light as a feather," she sang out as she repositioned my body so
that I was straddling her waist. Her arms went under my butt for support and
as I looked into her sparkling eyes from my perch on her waist she said
mischievously, "You're so tiny, I bet you really enjoy being carried by a big
strong teenage girl."

"Not really," I said.

"Well I like playing with and carrying little guys like you around because you
already know who's stronger ... ... ..Guys who think their big and strong are
so egotistical and so full of themselves, that after I'm through showing them
who's really the boss, their is not much left to play with."

She had the face and body of a goddess and the mindset of a dominatrix all
rolled into an incredibly athletic and muscular teenage body not to mention
her great size. I wasn't sure why I said what I said next, but I said it.

"Well, I'm going to try and stop you anyway," I said with not much conviction.

"Really," she said as she looked into my eyes and smiled. "That's cool she
said, I'll enjoy it even more if you really try real hard to stop me." Then
she hugged me to her and squeezed.

As she squeezed, I started to make little grunting sounds. Her little love hug
was killing me. Who was I trying to kid, she was just hugging me and I
couldn't cope with her big strong overpowering body.

As she hugged me to her she said, "You're shaking ... ... ... ... ... Are you
still afraid of me?"

She let me go so I could look at her and she could look at me when I answered.
"No," I said again with not much conviction.

"Well, you're shaking like a leaf ... ... .I'm not going to hurt you ... ...
.You're too weak and small for that ... ... .I really like you I think you're
a little cutey pie." Then she tweaked my cheek like I was a small child, and I
must have looked like a small child in her arms straddling her beautiful
teenage hips.

That was the second time a girl had called me that in under an hour. It made
me feel so small an vulnerable. I really wasn't scared of her, and I couldn't
tell her the real reason why I was shaking ... ... .She had the face and body
of a goddess ... ... ..I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen, and I was shaking because I was so near to that big overpowering teenage
body of hers.

"Let's play a game," she sang out in a little girl's voice, "I'm not going to
put you down while I try and take off all your clothes, and you try with all
your little itty bitty might to try and stop me, OK?"

I knew it was a game I couldn't win, but I was going to try. Just then
Valerie's cell phone rang and she retrieved it from her purse on the floor.

"Hi mom, Yea, little Tommy's fine ... ... ..What's that you want to talk to
him? ... ... Sure!"

She handed me the phone and balled up her fist right in front of my eyes. I
got the silent message she was sending.

I started to talk in my most cheerful voice. "Hello Ms. Stewart ... ... ..I'm
fine! ... ... ..No she's being a perfect lady ... ... .Yes I'm talking about
your daughter Valerie."

As I was about to elaborate, she grabbed the phone from me and started talking
herself, "See, he's fine! ... ... .I was wondering if I could show him around
a bit ... ... .Should take about a half hour ... ... ... Thanks mom, love ya,
bye!"

She put the phone down and sang out happily, "Well, we have a half hour to
play, isn't that great?"

I answered back halfheartedly, "Yea, great."

As soon as the phone was stowed she was ready to play as she called it, "OK
lets start, I'm going to try and take your clothes off while I'm still
carrying you, and you try and stop me ... ... Ready! ... ... Set! ... ... Go!"

I fought her like a tiger, but I sure she thought it was more like a gnat. I
was totally ineffectual against her, but she did enjoy my struggles. She was
laughing the whole time she stripped me.

After she said go, I felt myself being maneuvered by her strong hands while
she effortlessly supported my weight. As my body went this way and that,
momentarily pausing while she deprived me of another piece of clothing, a pile
started to form on the elevator floor.

I tried to stop her giving it my best effort, but my perspective of the
elevator was changing every few seconds and nothing seemed to work. Finally,
after my last piece of clothing was history, she placed her big hands about my
slim waist with her long delicate fingers nearly encircling it and she lifted
me up and tilted me so that I had to look down at this teenage goddess as she
casually held me above her head.

I was breathing very hard from my ineffectual struggles and she was still
laughing. Finally, she commented, "Aww! Is my little man all tired out from
our little game?"

I was really breathing hard so I didn't try to comment. What would I have said
anyway. It was even more embarrassing to realize that Valerie who had done all
of the work didn't seem to be winded in the slightest.

Then I felt several of her fingers and her two thumbs start to dig in to my
sides while she informed me, "You put up a real good fight, little one."

Who was she kidding.

I started to make faces from the pressure and in response she started to make
the same faces back at me obviously enjoying her complete control over me.

As the pressure slackened a little, she informed me, "But as you can see, I'm
just too strong for you. Why I can control your little wimpy body with just my
fingers," and to prove her point she squeezed me again.

I begged, "Please my ribs their hurt."

She ignored my pleas but she did ease up on the pressure and she informed me,
"We don't have much time so I need you to stop struggling ... ... .Do you
understand?"

As she asked me that question, she tightened her grip around my stomach with
her fingers as another warning. I got the message and yelled out, "I
UNDERSTAND!"

"Good!" she replied as she repositioned me so that I was straddling her waist.
"Now since I won our little game, I have a reward coming so I want you to put
your arms around my neck and give me your best kiss ... ... Do you
understand?"

I nodded yes. I was more excited than her about the kiss and I immediately put
my arms around her neck and kissed her long and passionately..

If someone would have entered the elevator just then their eyes would have
been greeted with an unbelievable sight. A very young but very powerfully
built scantily clad teenage girl was casually carrying an older naked man as
he straddled her stomach while he was laying a big kiss on her lips.

Afterwards, Valerie said, "Phew! That was excellent!"

The kiss had an even greater effect on me as I laid my head down on her
shoulder and tried to recover.

But my stay on her stomach was a short one as she grabbed me again around the
waist and lifted me higher. She lifted me high enough so she could inspect my
family jewels.

I was as limp as a wet French fry and she had a comment, "Don't you like me or
are you just tired from our little tussle?" she asked.

I was too embarrassed to talk and then I felt her draw me closer and say,
"Let's see if this will liven you up?"

I felt her tongue lick the tip of my member which made me exclaim in utter
amazement, "OHHHHH!" And my body shuddered too.

Valerie giggled with delight and then she said, "I guess you do like me!"

Then she gave me the ice cream treatment and I was as hard as a rock in no
time. I realized that is precisely how Valerie wanted me.

After I had reacted, she moved my body around and tilted it so she could view
my hard on from different perspectives.

"It always amazes me," she said, "that the smallest weakest men have the
largest dicks."

I guess that was a compliment.

Then she repositioned my body so that I was cradled in her one arm like a
small baby so Valerie could play with my hardon with her free hand, and as she
gently stroked it she informed me, "This belongs to me now! ... ... ... As you
do?"

I was tossing about in ecstasy when I heard that, and I said, "What about
Kate?"

She frowned and said angrily, "You let me handle that, and I want you to stay
away from Kim too."

I was a member of their act. How was I going to do that?

As she played with me and I was about to reach orgasm, she grabbed my shaft at
it's base an squeezed, instantly causing me to lose my erection.

"See!" she said as she snuggled her face in mine, "I can even control when and
where you'll be allowed to ejaculate ... ... So you might as well get used to
the fact that you're all mine, babykins."

As she snuggled her face in mine, I realized I had no answer for her size and
great strength, and we were in a complex where women ruled. I wasn't about to
argue with her here, but if I was to retain any of my masculine ego or my
dignity, I decided I had to leave the state and get away from these women as
fast as I could.

Finally, she tired of this game and repositioned me so that I was straddling
her hips again. Then as she moved her bikini top aside exposing her ripe young
tits to my eyes, she told me, "Time for a reward, honey bun! ... ... ..See I'm
not so big and bad and scary as you seem to think."

I was only listening halfheartedly, her firm young teenage breasts had my
complete attention. With her one hand, she gently forced my head into her
breasts exclaiming, "Have some fun! It's OK, I'm giving you permission."

As she held my head mashed lightly into her breasts, I started to kiss and
lick them for her."

"UMMM! You definitely have talent, little one," she coed. "That licker and
those lips of yours are driving me wild. Were definitely going to have to find
time so you can please me in other areas.

That sounded ominous, but I was too wrapped up in my present work to worry too
much about it. I pleased her in that manner for about five minutes with her
uttering pleasurable little sounds the whole time. My ministrations were
definitely having an effect on her, and I have to admit, I was having a good
time as well.

Finally, she said, "I think we better get moving. We'll continue this later,
were running out of time. I want to show you my mom's personal offices and the
suite of rooms we have in this complex."

After her statement, she transferred me to her right hip so that she now was
supporting my weight on her shapely teenage hip. When she turned towards the
door of the elevator and was about to push the button, I asked anxiously,
"What about my clothes?"

"Oh! We'll come back for those," she said like they were of no consequence.

I instantly had visions of her walking me through dozens of women while I was
sitting naked on her hip. That vision was just too much and I reacted by
pushing on her shoulder and jumping off. I must of caught her by surprise
because my maneuver actually worked. I was now standing next to her in the
elevator with no where to go or hide.

Her face instantly went from a smile to a frown and she started to walk at me
cutting of my avenues of escape in the elevator.

"That was really stupid!" she said as she cornered me. "Why do all men insist
on being punished?"

"I,I just wanted to put my clothes on," I stammered out as she caught both of
my hands by the wrists and plastered them over my head against the wall.

Then she took her knee and placed it under my crotch and lifted and I began to
rise up the elevator wall as she lifted her knee higher and higher. She
stopped when I was about eye level with her.

"I should tan your ass good!" she scolded.

"Please, I'm sorry," I said from my ridiculous perch on her naked teenage
knee. "I got embarrassed, I didn't want other people to see me like this."

"We'll Duh! Where do you think you are? ... ... ..This is B.O.S.S.
headquarters ... ... ..Do you think any man here, and there are hundreds, has
any say in what happens to them?"

I tried another approach. "All I want to do is put my clothes on."

"YOU WANT! ... ... ..YOU WANT! ... ... .Do you realize how much stronger I am
than you are!"

After she said that, she turned us still supporting my entire weight on her
knee while she lifted her sexy leg higher in the air so that my legs were
dangling two feet off the floor of the elevator.. Then she moved me up a bit
so that know my body was resting on her big broad thigh which she held up with
no visible means of support other than her incredible muscle control. As her
one sexy teenage leg supported my entire weight, I realized just how helpless
I was before this unbelievable teenage Amazon.

Finally, she spoke again. "This organization is about what women want, not men
... ... ... .I'm going to have to punish you."

There was no stopping her as Valerie twisted me around like some kind of rag
doll. We were both on the floor of the elevator now with my head stuck between
her thighs and my ass sticking up in the air. I suddenly felt her thighs
squeeze my neck with my face sticking through her thighs and plastered against
her bulging calves.

Then she lifted my waist up with one arm so that my lower body was lifted off
the floor, and began reigning power packed slaps on my rear end with her other
hand. The force of the blows shook me from head to toe as I frantically tried
to ease the neck caving pressure of her thick thighs. Even though her muscular
thighs were covering my ears, I could hear the sound of her painful blows
connecting. My face was mashed into her calves so hard I began to be smothered
by their meaty expanse, and still she continued to beat the tar out of my
blistering ass. I could no longer scream out as no air remained in my lungs,
and as the blood supply to my brain dwindled, I began to see spots and spiral
down into darkness.

Just in time she let up on her onslaught, let my head go from it's female
prison, and got up, but there was no respite for me as she yanked my arm and
lifted me till I was resting across her broad shoulders. I was still groggy as
hell and my ass burned like someone was sticking pins in it.

She picked up her purse, then moved us to the elevator door, and hit the
button as she told me, "I'm quick to anger so it's best for you if you stay
very respectful and never try any of that macho crap on me."

I didn't say anything while the elevator started up again taking us to god
knows where, but all I wanted from her was to put my clothes back on. How was
that being macho? But here I guess women had their own notions about men.

As the door swung open she placed her one arm on my legs and her other on my
neck and exited the elevator into the busy hallway. As she walked with me
draped across her shoulders, we passed several women who were dressed in
business outfits. They glanced at Valerie and acknowledged her, but scarcely
gave me a second look as they walked past. I guess they were used to seeing
men naked and in similar positions.

As we walked towards the big door at the end of the hall, Valerie announced,
"This is where my mom runs her business empire from."

She hit the button next to the door and announced, "Hot Sauce ... ..I mean
Valerie Stewart."

The door opened and as she walked into her mothers huge office, she told me,
"I can enter with either voice or card recognition."

From my perch on her shoulders she gave me the grand tour of her mother's
office. It was simply the largest and grandest office I have ever seen. It had
a wet bar, a huge oak desk, and three doors led from it.

"That door over there leads to my mom's personal secretary and the conference
area, and that one over there leads to my mom's personal sweets."

She carried me through that door into another small hallway with three doors.

As we walked down the corridor, Valerie continued her running commentary.
"That door leads to a private dining area where my mom can eat and entertain,
and this door leads to her personal sweet of rooms, and this door leads to my
rooms."

That's the door she carried me through. "Isn't this neat? she asked as I
looked around the room from my perch across her shoulders. "Over there I have
a high definition TV sound and stereo system ... ... .The room is totally
soundproof so I can play it as loud as I like, and that room leads to my
bedroom."

She carried me through that door and still being the tour guide she told me,
"That door leads to my bath. It has a hot tub and a huge shower."

Then she dumped me on the huge bed, put her hands on her sexy young hips, and
looked down at me with a lustful expression on her awesome young face.

"We don't have much time left, maybe I can do something about that." Then she
ordered, "I want you to lay flat on your back and don't give me any lip!"

As I looked up at her, what choice did I have? She may have been only fifteen,
but she was a good foot taller than me and had to outweigh me by fifty or
sixty pounds. She was into martial arts and could outfight me with both of her
hands tied behind her back too. So I did as I was told.

As soon as I was flat on my back, she came and sat on me so that her huge sexy
thighs surrounded my head and her legs pinned my arms flat.

Then without speaking as I gazed up at her through my sexy leg prison she
casually removed her skimpy top.

"Don't need this anymore," she sang out.

Then she moved up a bit on me and covered my face with her crotch. With one of
her hands, she moved her bottom out of the way and positioned herself so that
her young snatch was directly over my mouth.

"Now I want some lip from you and some tongue too!" she uttered with delight.

I started to struggle but she was much too much for me and she went, "Shush!"
and then still looking down at my pathetic face she ordered further, "Now get
busy, and be very quiet because I'm going to call my mom again."

As I started to please her she dialed her mom and sang out, "Hi mom, it's Val
... ... ... I was wondering if I could show Tom ... Ohhh! ... Tom the other
buildings ... ... .No I'mm f,fine!"

She looked down at me and whispered, "She's asking Kate!"

She waited holding the phone while my tongue did it's work. "OHHH! She sang
out and then tweaked my nose and patted my face as if she was pleased with me.

"Yea mom ... ... ..That's great! ... ... ..I'll make sure we're with Kim and
the girls by three o'clock." Then she hung up.

"We have almost an hour and a half. Kate will be busy till then ... .. Isn't
that great!" she sang out.

I didn't think it was so good.

Then she relaxed on her side as she casually held my head in place with one of
her powerful hands. I must have looked real pathetic as I stared at my female
boss even as my tongue worked its magic. She watched me intently as I worked
with an occasional grunt of pleasure being uttered from her lips and I even
saw a bit spittle on the side of her lips as her pleasure built

Her orgasm was intense and as her thighs and hand held me in place it really
rocked my world as her juices gushed all over my face. She made me clean her
up too, and the taste of her would stay with me for awhile, I knew.

Finally she got up and got a Kleenex and wiped my face. Then she sat herself
down on the bed with a cigarette and a nearby ashtray and a magazine and
casually read it after wrapping her legs around my waist.

She wasn't squeezing me yet, but I pleaded anyway, "My ribs! ... ..There in
bad shape! ... ... .That's why I was here to go to the doctor."

Still reading the magazine she said very casually, "I know, silly ... ...
..Just be very passive and don't try anything and my legs will be very nice
and they won't squeeze you ... ... ... If you want, you can raise up a bit and
look at them and even touch them, I know you like them! ... ... ... I think
their a bit much, but most men seem to just love them."

I wasn't about to argue with her. I was sure she could crush my waist if she
wanted too, and my ribs were not in any shape to take even a gentle squeeze.
So I rose a bit and beheld them in all their female glory. Her legs were
absolutely magnificent, huge and muscular, but still unbelievably alluring. I
did love them.

I gently put my small hands on them and started to feel them. They felt so
wonderful, but yet I knew they were dangerous and could crush me anytime
Valerie felt the urge. Valerie was laying comfortably on her side while she
had a cigarette dangling from between the fingers of her one hand while she
gazed down at the magazine. As I started to rub her massive thigh, she looked
up from the magazine and regarded me with a smug look on her face.

She shook her head and said softly and sweetly, "You men are all alike ... ...
.Go ahead and kiss it! ... ... I know you want too."

As she eased up even more with her legs, I raised up even higher so I could
get my one hand around her huge thigh to hug it close and plant my lips on its
inviting expanse. I closed my eyes as I laid a loving kiss on her big sexy
powerful teenage thigh.

She watched in amused delight shaking her head and saying, "God! You're really
a leg man, aren't you?"

I was and I just couldn't help myself.

Then Valerie put her cigarette out in the ashtray, looked behind her legs and
saw I had a raging hardon, and said, "Here let me scoot up a bit so the
objects of your lust are closer to your eyes and I can get at that not so
little dickie of yours."

She then scooted up so that her awesome young legs were around my neck and
close to my face, and then she grabbed a hold of my tool.

"There that should make you a happy man," she sang out as she started to
squeeze my dick.

As she played with my hard shaft, I started to feel up her thigh. It was so
wonderful to the touch. I squeezed it, I kneaded it, I loved it. It was
everything my lust filled mind could want and hope for in a female leg and it
was holding me, squeezing me, dominating me. I wanted this moment to last
forever.

Just then, I remembered where I was and looked at Valerie. She was watching me
intently and shaking her head with that knowing smile on her face.

She of course had a comment, "You are in love with my body aren't you? ... ...
... ... ... And I've only known you less than an hour. That has to be some
sort of record."

I couldn't deny it. I loved her beauty, her strength, and most of all that
body of hers.

She looked at her alarm clock and said, "We're running out of time, but I
think we have time for one more hold. I know you'll love it!"

She repositioned me so that we were both fully stretched out on the bed with
my head hopelessly trapped between her muscular thighs. My body was parallel
to hers but below it with just my head sticking out from between her thighs.
From this position, I had a great view of her long legs. She had my hands too
and she stretched them out away from my body so that I was totally helpless.

Then she said jokingly, "Just sit back and enjoy the view of my legs and
here's a little something to remember me by when your sleeping in your bed all
alone."

Crossing her ankles she tensed every muscle from her pelvis to her toes and
the pressure exploded in my head. Her exquisitely painful head scissors
immediately had me screaming in agony. As she squeezed, my eyes traveled down
her long glorious legs and fixated on her crossed ankles and then to the shoes
she was wearing. They were strapped pumps which just accented her feet
marvelously and as the pain built in my head, I couldn't stop staring at those
totally feminine feet knowing that it was a young girl who was completely
controlling and dominating me, and it was exciting and very painful all the
same time.

Almost immediately she let up on the pressure and informed me, "That's just a
little taste of what my legs can do. Just imagine if you were being a bad boy
and I had to punish you for hours."

What came out of my mouth next was very demeaning, "I'll be good," I pleaded,
"I promise!"

She let go of one of my hands and patted my head as she said happily, "Good
boy! ... ... ..Now tell me all about your involvement with the Williams
family."

As she held me hopelessly trapped between her huge thighs, I explained to
Valerie how I had become the newest member of the Williams act and that we
would be practicing for the next month or two and then we would be touring the
country.

She listened and when I was done she said, "Hmmm! You'll be here for awhile,
that gives me some time ... ... ... And what about the mother?"

"You mean Kate ... ... I don't know what you mean?"

I felt a powerful burst from her legs and she said angrily, "You know what I
mean ... ... .Does she have the hots for you!"

"I've only known her for less than two days ... ... .I don't think so ...
..Honest!"

She said "Hmmm!" again, but she let up on the head caving pressure just a bit.
"And what about Lisa?"

I hesitated for a moment, and that cost me another bout with Valerie's
dominating teenage thighs.

I quickly said under duress, "She likes me ... ... .But it's not my fault ...
..She's big and strong just like you!"

"I'll handle her, but I want you to stay away from her."

I pleaded desperately, "I'll try, but she's so strong ... ... .I,I may not be
able too!"

She squeezed my head again as a warning and said, "Well, you do your best,
little man ... ... ..Got it?"

"Yes ... ..Yes ... .Oh God yes!"

Then she patted my head again and said very condescendingly, "GOOD BOY!"

I may have been eight years her senior and a man while she was just a young
teenage girl, but I knew I was her boy!"

Valerie stopped talking and really tightened the vice around my head causing
me to cry out, "Valerie! ... ... .Please! ... ... You're killing me!"

She said very sternly in reply, "Who do you belong too?"

"You! ... ... You! ... ..OH God! ... ... YOU! ... ... Only You!"

"That's right little man ... ... .I own you!"

A few minutes later, I was sitting on her hip again and Valerie was heading
out the door back to the elevator to pick up my clothes. I couldn't believe
how much trouble I had gotten into in the last two days. My world had
disintegrated after answering what seemed like a harmless add in the
newspaper, and know I had entered a new and completely different world. One in
which the male of the species was completely and utterly dominated by the
female of the species, and the young females were just as deadly as the older
ones.

After my clothes were retrieved and I was allowed to put them back on, Valerie
headed for the Youth section of the complex, but I was still not allowed to
walk alongside her. Instead, I was riding her hip as we walked down busy
corridors and rode busy elevators. I was surprised that not many women paid us
the least bit of attention. I could see they were busy and wrapped up in their
own affairs, and the few men we encountered were always with women and they
seemed to be all hanging their heads and not paying the least bit of attention
to what was going on around them.

As we walked, Valerie explained that the women in B.O.S.S. were broken up into
three categories. The eleven and unders, the twelve to sixteen year olds, and
the adults. A girl had to pass a number of tests before they moved on, and it
was very embarrassing if a girl was held back. No girl wanted that and it was
very rare because all the girls were special.

"Special?" I asked.

Valerie looked at me and smiled and then explained. "All the girls here were
way out on the curve. They are all strong and tall and beautiful and from even
a young age can handle almost any man."

"That's important," I asked.

"Of course," she said like I was an idiot. "The world will be a better place
when women take over."

"World domination," I said completely flabbergasted.

Valerie stopped and looked at me, grabbed my chin with her hand, and said,
"Shouldn't the stronger and the more intelligent rule?"

I knew the answer I had to give. I was already ruled.

"Yes, absolutely!" I said in my most convincing voice.

She patted my head, said, "Good Boy!" and started walking again.

A few moments later we came to a door where a female guard was stationed at a
desk. She was beautiful as were all the women here, and she was wearing that
same sexy uniform complete with the B.O.S.S. insignia.

The guard saw me and said nervously, "I'm sorry Val ... ..You know the rules!"

Valerie of course was ready with an answer, "My mom says it's OK! I'm just
delivering this little guy to Kim Williams, my mom be along shortly herself."

The guard who was almost as tall as Valerie, got up, looked me over, and said
with a big smile, "He's really cute!"

Valerie said like she was speaking about a cute puppy rather than a man, "You
want to hold him for a second, go on take him!"

That was all the guard needed to hear, she immediately plucked me off
Valerie's hip and with her hands surrounding my waist and trapping my arms,
she held me up to look at me.

Holding me up like I weighed nothing, she sang out, "He's just the cutest
little thing!"

Then Valerie surprised me by saying, "Go on give him a little kiss, nobody
will know."

The guard moved me closer so she could lay a little kiss on me and after she
asked, "Who's he belong too? ... ... Is his name in the database?"

Valerie took me back and placed me back on her right hip as she answered the
guard, "Me!"

The guard looked surprised as Valerie started to walk towards the door. "Don't
worry," she said, "If I ever get tired of him, I'll let you know."

The guard scrambled for the buzzer and the door opened as we walked through,
but I heard the guard yell after us, "Thanks!"

We walked into a gymnasium the size of five normal ones. There were young
girls everywhere practicing. In one area, some were lifting weights, and the
weights were unbelievably heavy from the size of the barbells. There was a
ring to the far right and two girls were boxing while others watched. Not far
from the ring were a series of mats where several pairs of girls were
wrestling and you could tell even from this distance that they were really
skilled. Next to them other pairs of girls were practicing martial arts moves
on each other.

Along the walls were the latest in exercise equipment and many of the machines
were in use, but the largest area of the gym was devoted to gymnastics, and
girls were doing various vaults and routines on several parallel bars. I even
saw what might be considered male gymnastics equipment scattered about, and
the girls were using them as well. One girl was doing a routine on the rings
and she was holding an iron cross for what seemed like an unbelievably long
time. Next to her a girl had just completed her routine on the high bar and
had dismounted perfectly using a twisting double somersault. It looked like
these girls were practicing for the Olympics. Only they appeared far better
than any female Olympians I had ever seen.

As Valerie walked deeper into the gymnasium still carrying me on her hip, all
the girls stopped whatever they were doing and came running over crowding
around us on all sides.

One cute red head who appeared to be about fifteen yelled out, "Hey Hot Sauce,
He's cute! ... ... ..What's his name and how old is he?"

Valerie said proudly, "His name is Tom and he's ... ... ... "

Then she looked at me and whispered, "How old are you?"

"Twenty three," I said with embarrassment written all over my face.

"And he's twenty three," Valerie yelled out.

That brought some uhs and ahhs from the crowd of girls.

Valerie ignored a couple of other questions and asked, "Has anybody seen Kim
or Debbie Williams?"

"They're in the shower," another girl answered.

As soon as Valerie heard that she started pushing her way through the crowd of
girls toward the locker room, but she yelled at the girls, "My mom will be
here soon, I think it would be best if she saw you all working hard."

There were groans and protests from some of the girls, but they all started to
make there way back toward whatever they were doing before we showed up.

As we moved towards a large door in one corner of the gym, I asked cautiously,
"Don't you think it best if I wait out here."

"No!" she said flatly. "I don't think you really want to be left alone out
here with these girls, do you?"

I looked about and saw nothing but unbelievable acts of athleticism and
strength where ever I looked. "No, I said with resignation in my voice as I
was carried through the door into the girls locker room.

Valerie made her way to the girls shower area which was a huge communal shower
where many girls were showering, and yelled in like I was not even there, "Kim
or Debbie Williams are you in here?"

As soon as the girls saw me, they screamed. But it was not a scream of terror,
but more like a scream of excitement or great pleasure. I tried not to look,
but the screams from the girls made me stare.

One tall blond teen with a great body and huge tits yelled to Valerie, "Hey
Hot Sauce, bring him in here."

All the other girls voiced there pleasure with that idea as well. It was not
the sort of reaction I expected from teenage girls.

Valerie answered back, "Sorry! No time," and we were off again to look through
the rest of the locker room.

The locker room was huge, and many girls were in various stages of undress,
but all stopped whatever they were doing to stare at me and voice there
pleasure at seeing a man in their midst. None seemed the least bit shy or
embarrassed to have a man in here amongst them. In fact, they were downright
happy to see me.

As we made our way through the locker area, one of Valerie's shouts finally
got an answer. I recognized Kim's voice immediately. We turned a corner and
came upon them. Kim was still toweling off her naked body and as soon as she
saw me, she dropped her towel and reached for me.

"Hot Sauce what are you doing with mi ... ... with Tom?" she accused as she
reached for me plucking me right off of Valerie's hip.

"Easy girl, don't break a vein," Valerie said in an easy going manner as I was
lifted by Kim's arms over too her and hugged up against her firm young naked
and still wet breasts.

Hugging me for a moment tightly against her breasts, she then tilted my head
up and asked nervously, "What was she doing with you? ... ... ..Are you all
right?"

Valerie interrupted before I could say anything, "He's fine! ... ... ..I was
just delivering him to you is all ... ... .Your mom didn't want him to be
walking around here all alone."

Still being lifted and supported by Kim's one arm with my face mashed against
her firm young breasts, I managed to say, "Kim, could you put me down?"

She ignored me and said to Valerie, "Well, thanks! ... ... .He's very special
and I don't want anything to happen to him is all."

"No offense taken," Valerie said in her most accommodating voice. Then she
added, "You better hurry, your mom will be here soon and I don't think her or
my mom should find him here."

Kim set me on top of the bench and ordered, "Don't move," while she hurriedly
started to dress. Debbie who was now dressed came over and asked Kim, "Can I
hold him?"

As Kim slipped her pants back on, she told her sister, "Sure!"

Then I was lifted into an even younger girls arms.

Valerie watched for a moment then said, "Well, I got to be going and she
turned to walk away, but before she had taken two steps, she turned back
around and exclaimed, "Oh! I almost forgot ... ... Kim would you like to come
to my party Friday night?"

Kim stopped dressing and looked at Valerie before she answered, "Sure I
would!"

"How about me?" Debbie piped in.

Valerie looked at her and said apologetically, "Sorry, but you have to be at
least fifteen to attend."

Debbie made a sour puss and exclaimed, "Crap!"

Then Valerie turned back to Kim and added, "Oh by the way, bring a date!"

Kim's face also turned sour, but Valerie had a ready answer, "If you can't get
one on such short notice, bring him," and she pointed to me.

I was sure that was Valerie's plan all along.

"I'm not sure my mom will let me take, Tom," Kim said sadly.

"Not to worry," Valerie said, "I'll handle it."

She flipped open her cell phone and dialed her mom.

"Hi mom! ... ... ..Is Kate still there with you? ... ... ..Good! ... ... .I'm
throwing a party Friday and I invited Kim ... ... .Since Tom's now a member,
Can she bring him along?"

She put her hand over the phone and whispered, "She's asking your mom."

Valerie listened to the answer and then exclaimed, "Oh really! ... ... ...
.let me ask him?"

Then she put her hand over the phone again and whispered, "He just has to say
yes."

I was about to say no when I was completely ignored.

"I just asked him mom, and he'll go and chaperone Kim ... ... ..Great see ya!"

She hung up the phone and talked to Kim, 'Tom's in ... ... .be there about
eight!" and she turned to walk away.

But Kim had reservations and she said, "Tom's my chaperone?"

"No silly ... ... That's just strictly for parental consumption ... ... Wear a
bikini. It's a pool party." And after she had imparted all the information,
Valerie turned and walked away.

I guess I had no voice in the matter.

Five minutes later, I was on Kim's hip as we waited for her mom outside the
gym. It wasn't long before her mom came walking up.

She looked me over and asked, 'Is he OK?"

Kim said, "Yea," as the two girls and her mother started to walk down the hall
with me still on Kim's hip. I guess we were headed for the other gym where
Cindy was located.

Ten minutes later we were driving home. It was a quiet drive with each of the
females seemingly lost in their own thoughts. I have to admit I had a lot to
think about as well. Just before we got home, Kate told her three daughters,
"I want you to spend the rest of the afternoon at the beach ... ... I want to
talk to Tom alone."

That sounded ominous and the other three girls reacted just like me, but
didn't say anything either.

Ten minutes later I was waiting by the pool for Kate to come back. She had
told me to wait there while she changed. When she made an appearance my jaw
must have dropped three feet. She was wearing a tiny red bikini that barely
covered anything at all. She was also wearing red pumps which just highlighted
and accented those awesome legs of hers and especially her calves.

She stopped in front of me and then turned a few times showing off that
magnificent body to me from every angle.

Finally, she asked, "You like!"

My mouth had gone dry and I shook my head yes instead of answering her. I
could tell she was amused at my reaction. She sat down opposite me and she
wiggled her finger at me to approach and I did instantly of course. She was
awesomely built with a lot of mass, but it was all muscle and no fat, and it
was distributed unbelievably on her tall strong body.

I walked up between her huge legs and she grabbed me and softly pushed me to
my knees. She bent slightly forward so she could look deeply into my eyes
while her hug hands went to my face as I looked up at her.

Then she began to speak, "Now Thomas, I want you to tell me how you got those
injuries ... ... ... The doctor has assured me that someone squeezed you too
tightly."

The jig was up. I was in no position to lie to her. I looked into those green
eyes of hers and told her everything. I told her that it was Skyler and Didi
and that I didn't have much of a say in the matter. Then I assured her that
Kim wasn't involved and that she understood her mistake and that she was truly
sorry.

I could see the relief on her face when she heard Kim or any of her other
daughters hadn't done this. Then she stood and lifted me into her massive
arms. Taking my chin and holding it firmly with her one hand she spoke softly
to me, "I'm still going to have to punish Kim, but I will explain to her that
she must not take advantage of the weaker sex."

I guess that meant me.

Then she kissed me on the lips and started walking somewhere with me firmly
held in her strong arms.

I was sure I was about to be taken advantage of by a member of the stronger
sex.

She made her way to her bedroom and gently placed me on the bed. She placed
her hands on her hips and looked down at me with a big smile on her face. For
some reason, I felt like a piece of wood in a termite nest. Then without
taking her gaze off me, she lifted one leg and took off her shoe and then the
other. I watched her as slipped off her shoes in a very sexy manner, and she
watched me as she did this. Then she laid down next to me.

Stretching out next to me she said in a husky sexy voice, "Straddle me!"

I couldn't help myself. Silently, I straddled her stomach as she placed her
hands behind her head as if she was resting and she looked straight into my
eyes and said, "Now you've had a glimpse of my world ... ... ..I'm sure it's
been very difficult for you, and I can't guarantee that it will get any easier
... ... ..I'm going to give you this one chance to leave ... ... So you can
get right up now and walk out the door, but you can never see either me or my
girls again ... ... ..So what will it be?"

I wanted to leave. I wanted to run right out the door and never look back, but
I remembered Valerie's beautiful face and Kim too and now I was looking down
at the beautiful Kate. I knew I would never be with women like these ever
again and I hesitated.

As she gazed at me, her face took on a beautiful knowing smile, and as I gazed
back into that bewitching face, I knew I could never leave.

"So," she said, "You have chosen to stay ... ... ... ..I wonder if it's me or
Kim or someone else?"

I wanted to get her off that subject so I said with meaning, "I think your
very beautiful!" And I did mean it too.

That captivated her and she said, "I just may decide to keep you for myself
... ... .Would you like that?"

"If I'm the boss," I said jokingly.

She liked the joke and she laughed out loud heartily.

She got more serious for a second and she took one of her hands and started to
rub my head very tenderly, and she asked, "Do you have any idea what your
getting yourself into?"

"Probably not," I said as my gaze lowered to her huge barely concealed
breasts.

She gave me a knowing nod of her head and she asked in a playful way, "So you
want to be the boss ... ... Let's see you take off my bikini top."

I looked at it and asked, "Could you scoot up so I can unclasp it?"

She laughed and said, "Your the big strong man, I'm sure you'll figure out a
way to take it off."

I scratched my head and then did what any man would have done. I lowered the
fabric uncovering her huge inviting breasts, but before I could grab them she
warned, "No! You have to take the top completely off before you can play with
them."

That posed a problem. She wasn't going to help and I doubted if I could lift
her big upper body. So I tried to shove my hand under her to unclasp the top.
I think she let me get my hand underneath her and then she settled further
down catching my arm underneath.

I was sort of straddling her big body with my hand trapped underneath her and
my face near her armpit when she giggled and said jokingly, "Not doing so
well, are you?"

I laughed too and answered back, "Ah no, I guess I'm not."

She lifted up slightly and let me get my arm out, but I failed to unclasp the
top to my utter dismay. I then tried a new strategy. Standing up and
straddling her waist, I lifted her arms, and with great effort was able to
make her sit up. I got behind her and was unclasping the top when she came
crashing down on me trapping me under her.

I could barely breath and I struggled to move her great mass off of me when I
heard her say, "I never saw a man have so much trouble removing a bra clasp
before."

I knew this was a game she was playing but I couldn't move and I was really
having trouble breathing. Finally, with great effort and some help from her, I
managed to lift her a little, unclasp the bikini top, and struggle out from
under before she settled back down. I was breathing hard when I straddled her
stomach again.

"Aww! Is the big strong man tired?" she asked sarcastically, but I ignored her
and took the top off waving it victoriously in the air for a moment.

"Well, I guess you've earned your reward," she said jokingly as I started to
fondle those marvelous oversized melons of hers.

I played with them for awhile and marveled at how small my hands looked on
their extensive expanse. They were so soft and pliable it was a breast man's
dream come true, and when I had my fill of that I leaned over and started to
kiss and suck her big teats.

Finally, she asked, "Wouldn't you like to take my bottoms off too?"

I looked back and sighed. Her legs were positively huge as was her whole lower
body. Her big thick juicy thighs simply dwarfed mine. This was going to be an
even bigger challenge than the top, but I never shied away from a challenge.

Sitting between her long legs, I surveyed the problem. All she had to do was
spread her legs like she was doing now to make the job completely impossible.
I couldn't slip her bottoms off her legs while she was in this position. I had
to get her legs together and somehow manage to lift her big butt up a bit as
well to have any hope of shimming down her bottoms.

While I scratched my head for the second time, I heard her laughing at my
plight. That just made me even more determined. I grabbed her one huge sexy
long leg lifted it up with both my hands and with great effort moved it
inward. Then I grabbed the other long luscious leg and snuggled it up against
the other. She was allowing me to do this, but I could still see the grin on
her face as she watched me work. She had again put her arms behind her head
and she was lifting her head slightly so she could watch the show.

After I had her legs together I straddled them to keep them together. I had to
marvel again just how big they were in comparison to my legs and my overall
body. I was sure if she wanted too, she could easily move them, but she was
intrigued with my maneuvering at the moment.

I grasped her bottoms and tried to shimmy them down her thick sexy legs, but
they just wouldn't move past all that female muscle tissue. I had hit another
roadblock. That's when I stuck upon another maneuver.

This time, I lifted up one leg with great effort. It was difficult and I tried
not to focus on her big sexy thigh as I handled it. If I would have done that,
I may have stopped trying to get her panties off and just toyed with her big
sexy legs. Once I had it upright, she allowed it to stay that way. I was glad
of that because I was already breathing hard again. When I had the other leg
in the upright position, I reached down and grabbed her huge butt with both
hands hoping to lift it just a little. I really needed a jack but somehow I
managed to lift it just a little. Now came the really tough part, I had to
somehow slip her panties over her butt.

As I worked, I remembered a line from a motivational poem. There is no chance
no destiny no fate that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve
of a determined soul, and I was determined. With great effort, I finally
managed to slip the bottoms up and over her butt before I dropped it and
collapsed on the bed panting from exhaustion.

"How you doing back there?" she asked trying to suppress her laughter.

"Oh just great!" I managed to say.

That's when she lowered her legs right on top of me. As I groaned from the
weight, I could hear her laughter. That only made me even more determined.
With difficulty, I managed to pull my body out from under, but I had succeeded
in my primary goal.

Once again, I pushed her legs together and straddled her thighs. Then I slowly
started to pull her bottoms down. This time they slowly started to move and a
minute later I was waving them victoriously in the air.

Kate clapped and said mischievously, "Well, I guess you've earned the prize,
little man."

That's when she spread her legs wide apart and reached for me. About a half
hour later, I laid across her stomach completely spent. The last half hour had
been the wildest ride of my life, and the best. I was totally exhausted and as
I laid across her belly resting, Kate twirled my hair aimlessly resting
happily herself.

As she twirled my hair she spoke to me, "Well, I guess this means your staying
... ... .We're going to have to figure out a way that the girls will listen to
you ... ... ..I want you to be an authority figure with them ... ... .But that
won't be easy, there at that age where they think they know it all."

"I'm willing to try," I said.

"Good!" she said, "And about us, well will just have to see what develops ...
... ... But B.O.S.S. is a part of my life, I'm not willing to give that up ...
... ..You're going to have to adjust to that ... ... ... Do you think you can
live in my world under my rules?"

"I'm willing to try," I said and was surprised I said it.

"Good! ... ... .Now you just rest here, you've had a very tiring day, and I'm
going to talk to my daughters."

She kissed me lightly on the cheek, put her bikini back on, and left the room.
As I laid there, I had to wonder what the next few days would hold. I did like
Kate a lot and I knew something could develop as she put it, but what about
Valerie and Kim? It was still all so confusing. Before I could ponder it
further, I fell fast asleep.

Friday arrived quickly. I spent Thursday healing up and just lounging. I
didn't see much of the girls, they were busy in their own pursuits. We weren't
going to start practicing for the act till next Wednesday. Kate thought I
needed the time. That gave me a lot of free time and I spent it lounging by
the pool.

I knew Kim had gotten punished, but I didn't know what that entailed. We were
still going to the party. Her mom had allowed her that much, and Kim seemed to
get more and more excited as the time approached.

I was told to wear just casual clothes while Kim had put on a very revealing
bikini. She was wearing a flimsy top to cover that, but that was all. I felt
like I was going to be out of place, but she told me not to worry. If there
was swimming, I wanted to take a bathing suit, but she told me everything
would be supplied. I guess that didn't sound to extraordinary. Valerie's mom
was ultra rich.

I drove while Kim issued directions. We were driving to the country where the
Stewart estate was located. It turned out to be a mansion complete with a
security gate. Kim announced us and the gate swung open. I was not very
surprised at the lavishness of the mansion. I was sure Ms. Stewart was close
to a billionaire.

As we drove up to the mansion, Kim got more and more excited. She told me
Valerie's parties were legendary and that although they were friends this was
the first time she had ever been invited.

As we drove up, another couple were making there way to the door as their car
was driven off by a valet. The young teenage girl who was wearing a very
revealing pink thong bikini and who could not been more than sixteen was
carrying her boyfriend over her shoulder to the door. He looked to be older
and quite a bit taller than the girl, but she was having no trouble with his
weight.

Another valet approached the car and took my attention from the other couple.
His attire was very unusual to say the least. He was wearing a leather T-shirt
with a huge V in it that revealed almost all of his chest hairs and that was
complimented by an extremely tight leather bikini brief that just highlighted
his package underneath. I was about to get out and let him in when he said
very politely, "Please stay there, sir."

By this time, Kim had exited the car and came around to my side.

"What's the matter?" I asked as she reached for me.

"It's tradition," she answered back as she grabbed me, pulled me out of the
car, and placed me on her hip.

As she started to carry me to the door and the Valet got in our car and drove
off, she said further, "All men have to be carried to the party."

"Just great," I said very unenthusiastically.

Valerie met us at the door. "Hi Kim!" she said enthusiastically, and ignoring
me, but looking me over with big eyes all the same.

Valerie was wearing a stunning pink thong bikini and matching pink pumps. It
really highlighted all her best assets and she had many of those.

"We have the whole east wing to ourselves," she told Kim in an animated voice.
"And my mom's the best, she won't bother us at all! ... ... ..My mom's having
a small get together in the west wing with a few friends ... ... ... Just
follow the others," she said as Kim carried me through the door. After her
statement, she didn't address me but she managed to tweak my cheek before Kim
moved us on.

There were several teenage couples all heading in the same direction. All the
men were being carried just like me and we followed in behind, but I noticed
something that chilled me to the bone.

Off to the left, I saw Valerie's mom and she was talking to two women who I
recognized immediately as Skyler and Didi. As soon as Didi saw me, she pointed
me out to Skyler and as I looked back at them, I saw them whispering and
smiling as they followed my retreating figure with their eyes.

We followed the other couples to a teenage girl who said, "Costumes in there,"
and she pointed out a room. Everyone entered and so did we. Inside was a
hubbub of activity. Kim was handed a list as were the other girls. She looked
it over for a few seconds and checked off something and then we moved on to
where there were a lot of costumes spread out on a counter, and behind the
counter were several teenage girls. Kim handed her the clipboard and the girl
looked it over for a second before she said, "Court Jester." She looked at me,
smiled and said, "Good choice!"

She rummaged a around a bit through the costumes and when she found what she
was looking for she handed it to Kim and said, "He looks like a small ... ...
.Go through that door and just around the corner is a changing room for the
men." Then the girl smiled at me and winked.

When we reached the room, Kim set me down and handed me the clothes. "Do you
need help?" she asked.

"No thanks," I said and walked through the door.

Inside there were about ten men changing into their costumes. Several were
almost into them and I could tell all were not male oriented if you know what
I mean. There was another small thin guy changing into a circus strongman
costume complete with a small barbell for him to carry and there was another
man putting on a ballerina's costume and he already had placed the tiara on
his head.

I just shook my head and found a corner. Their was another man slipping on his
uniform nearby when we heard a man yelling, "I won't put that on!"

We turned around in time to see a girl standing over a naked man's prone body
yelling back, "You will! ... ... ..If you know what's good for you!"

It looked like the costume she had chosen for him was very basic. All it
consisted of was a baby bottle, diaper, and a bonnet. I could see that the
girl looked to be all of about fifteen with a stunning body and a double
ponytail which made her look real young. The guy looked to be in his early
twenties just like me. When I saw that scene, it made me realize once more
just how dominating these girls can be.

As we turned our heads back the young man next to me who looked to be about
eighteen commented, "Don't even think about coming to his aid ... ... .He has
no choice, none of us do. They're all too strong ... ... ... I doubt if all of
us together could take her."

I looked back at her just as I heard a couple of slaps reverberate through the
room.

"You will!" she scolded him from above as she slapped his face several more
times.

"OK! ... .OK! ... ..No more Please!" he begged.

I just shook my head and was thankful that Kim wasn't that way with me. The
man next to me was slipping into a Tarzan's outfit. He looked completely
ridiculous of course, and I felt sorry for him till I started to slip into my
costume. My costume was green and I had to slip my feet into a complete body
suit which zipped up the front. I had a jesters hat which I slipped on and had
to carry some sort of wand too that had a jesters face on it.

As I dressed, the young man next to me asked as he completed the finishing
touches on his costume, "You ever been to one of these parties before?"

I just shook my head no.

"Well, They're not very guy oriented if you know what I mean. Just do
everything they say and maybe you'll leave here with some semblance of your
male ego in tact," he warned.

As we got ready to leave, The man who didn't want to listen was already in his
diaper and his teenage domina was holding him in her arms ready to leave as
well. I heard her warn him, "Don't embarrass me in front of the girls,
understand?"

He looked up at her, and he seemed terrified of her, but he remembered to nod
yes. She smiled down at him, stuck the bottle in his mouth, and carried him
out the door.

The young man next to me who was watching commented, "That's good advice ...
... Whatever you do, don't question them or embarrass them in front of another
girl. That really seems to set them off.

I nodded again and we both walked out the door. There was a black chic waiting
just outside the door for the young man I was talking too. She looked to be
about seventeen and her ebony body just radiated with muscles. As soon as she
saw him her face lit up.

"Come to Cammy my little Tarzan," she sang out as she swooped him up in her
strong arms and carried him off to the party. He waved goodbye to me as he
disappeared from view.

Kim was no better, as soon as she saw me her face lit up too and I was in her
arms a few seconds later.

"You look so cute, my little jester," she sang out as she placed me on her hip
and started to walk to the party as well.

The party was centered around the huge pool. There were about twenty couples
there and most of the men were being carried in various ways as the girls
talked amongst themselves. Most of the guys just waited politely and had their
eyes lowered. Their was some lively music too and several girls were dancing
with their dates or slaves or pets or whatever they were. All the men had on
ridiculous costumes. I saw at least fifteen different ones, and their were
several doubles, but I didn't see another court jester.

Of course, the girls were not dancing with the guys in the traditional sense.
All the men were being carried as the girls danced around. It was just a
tremendous show of strength on their parts. Kim saw someone she knew and was
talking to her, and of course she was carrying a guy. The girl was named Josie
and I was introduced to them, and in turn, they were introduced to me. The guy
looked to be having about as much fun as I was having at the moment.

That's when Valerie made her entrance. She was carrying a guy upside down on
her left shoulder. He looked to be very uncomfortable because I could hear him
groaning a bit. He was wearing what looked like a very expensive business
suit. I thought that was an odd costume, but when she introduced him, I found
out that he was a business executive who worked for her mother.

"Mom usually let's me borrow one for the party if I promise her that I'll
train him in the ways of female superiority, and of course that's what I do
best," she said and then giggled.

Just then, another girl came walking up, but she wasn't with anyone.

Kim saw her and said, "Hi Janet," very unenthusiastically.

Valerie said excitedly, "I'm going to let Janet have a private session with
him, ya wanna watch?"

"I guess so," Kim said.

"Just follow her," Valerie said as she handed over the frightened executive to
her best friend.

Kim started to follow her still carrying me, but Valerie yelled, "Hold up ...
... ..I don't think we want another man watching ... ... .It might get around
... ... .Why don't I take him till you return," she coaxed.

"I don't know," Kim said nervously looking at me like she was very worried.

"It'll be OK ... ... .I'll take good care of Mr. Jester here till you come
back ... ... Enjoy!"

Before I knew it, I was transferred to Valerie's arms as Kim followed after
the other girl but looked at me like she was really nervous, but she still
followed her back into the house.

As soon as Kim was gone, Valerie turned to me with a big grin on her face.
"Well Tom, it looks like your mine again."

I looked into those feline eyes of hers and almost lost myself. She was so
beautiful. Still, I managed to say, "I think I better sit this one out."

She didn't answer me right away. Instead she toyed with my jester ears and as
she straitened them she said, "I'm going to take you to my room now and I love
when you struggle ... ... .So please struggle."

I tried to struggle but she held my arms so tightly that it looked to everyone
else like nothing was happening and I wasn't struggling at all and no one knew
about our silent contest as she carried me out of the party towards her room.

We had made progress to the huge winding staircase which led to the second
floor of the mansion when suddenly Skyler appeared.

"It's your mom, Val, she wants to see you right away."

Valerie frowned and looked upset at the turn of events, but asked, "Do you
know what she wants?"

"Something about the party," Skyler stated.

Valerie reached for her phone, but of course with just her bikini on she
didn't have it.

Skyler told her, "She wants to see you in person in her study."

Valerie sighed deeply as Skyler offered another suggestion, "I'll take him and
you can collect him when your done.

As I was handed over once again, Valerie said, "Thanks," and hurried off. I
was about to yell in protest when a hand went over my mouth as Didi appeared
out of the shadows.

"Start up the car!' Skyler ordered.

Before she left, Didi asked, "Are we taking him home? It's the first place
they'll look.

"No, we'll take him to our cabin in the mountains. I don't think anyone knows
about that."

I tried to scream, but Skyler's hand effectively muffled my best efforts.

As Didi moved to get the car, she commented to Skyler, "There's going to be
hell to pay for this!"

And as Skyler followed and I struggled in her arms, she said philosophically,
"Maybe, but we'll think of something."

To be Continued ... ... ... ...

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