"Don’t be a baby," Teela grunted, jacking him. "You KNOW you want to cum!"
"Well, I don’t want you biting it off for a souvenir!" Rick retorted. "You want to fight with Beth, fine. But you got where you were going, and Beth helped — whether you like it or not! I don’t want to be in the middle of some revenge thing, though — if you’re gonna go at it like you’re killing rats, DON’T!"
Teela grimaced. "Sorry!" She started working on him, going at it gently, loving his member. "Is that better?"
"Yeah," Rick admitted.
"Good." She went back at it, only occasionally going really deep — and not always succeeding — but pleasuring Rick powerfully.
Beth watched a bit and turned away, "Okay, that leaves poor Terence," she announced. Turning to Lon and Sally, she asked, "More practice?"
Sally looked to Lon, who grimaced. "Nothing personal, Man, but…" He turned to ponder Sally, who returned his gaze calmly. That didn’t make decision-making any easier … Turning to Beth, he asked, "If someone else doesn’t, you’re gonna take care of him, right?"
"Oh, for sure!" Beth nodded.
"What do YOU think?" Lon asked Sally.
Sally remained outwardly calm, but her stomach fluttered. "I can see both sides…"
Fat lot of help THAT is! Lon thought. The idea opened up a can of worms; maybe it was a good idea, since it would add to her experience and it would press her some — she might be less certain of her position afterwards, and therefore more tractable in the future. On the other hand, if she serviced Terence, then she should be available to service Damian and Rick and Toby … Sally seemed to have a lot of Beth in her; she might get off on being ordered to suck someone else’s dick — and she might not … Lon puffed out a sigh.
"What’s wrong?" Beth asked.
"Well, like you said earlier — it’s complicated…" Lon grunted.
"Do you need it simplified?" Beth asked. "What are your goals?"
Lon opened his mouth, shut it. Looking to his left, he said, "They’re … not public." You didn’t just come out with the idea that you wanted your girlfriend to be a total slut in front of her friends — or yours, for that matter.
"Okay," Beth replied, "Let’s approach this from the other end. Sally, are you going to join the group?"
"That’s in Lon’s hands," Sally replied, her gaze on her boyfriend calm.
Lon looked troubled. "But what do you WANT?"
"I want what you want, Sweetheart," Sally replied. "I told you how far I’m willing to go." Her mouth quirked. "I gave examples."
Lon blinked. Dogs and ponies? flashed through his brain.
Teela, who had been listening and watching with one eye, backed off Rick’s cock to erupt, "Oh, let her, for Christ’s sake!"
Lon cocked his head at the petite brunette, "Is this a let thing, or a make thing?"
Beth was watching Sally; there was something in her stance as she knelt before him … She was done sucking his cock; she could have gotten up a while ago — and the way she watched him… "I think you two need to talk in private, Sweetie," she addressed Lon. "But first, it might be an idea if Sally and I talked for a second." Lon pursed his lips and motioned for Sally to rise — which she did — and Beth continued, "Come with me, Sweetie," this time directed at Sally. Lon watched them leave, then turned his attention to Teela and her efforts to bring Rick off — mostly because they were there…
Beth led Sally into the living room and turned to her, "Tell me what it is I’m seeing."
"I’m sorry?" Sally asked, not comprehending.
"You’re waiting for Lonnie to do something. What is it?"
Sally shrugged. "Whatever he wants."
"Sweetie, I’m seeing me, here. There is a term for what you’re talking about. It’s submissive. Do you know what that means?"
Sally tilted her head. "I think so."
"Do you want Lonnie to boss you? Run your life? Be in control?"
"Yes."
"Okay, Sweetie. Lonnie might not be able to go there — you need to know that. There is a lifestyle for such things — it’s called Dominance and Submission. And it’s a close cousin to BDSM."
"BDSM?" Sally blinked.
"Bondage, degradation, and sado-masochism," Beth amplified. "It’s … abuse — sometimes for its own sake. Sometimes because BOTH participants enjoy it and sometimes because only one does…" She eyed Sally. "I get off on it — the pain, the humiliation, the challenges … You don’t think I learned deep-throat the easy way, do you? My ex was a total bastard — and I did anything and everything he wanted me to do." She rubbed her chin, reflecting, then added, "He also beat me senseless, tortured me regularly, abused me, humiliated me…" Her voice trailed off, and she eyed Sally expectantly.
"What?" Sally asked.
"Any of this sound … interesting?"
"Ummm, well, maybe. Some of it."
"Okay. Dominance and submission needn’t go that far — but you tend to end up being tested, you know? You look like that’s what you’re doing now — waiting for Lon to test you…"
"What kind of tests?" Sally asked cautiously.
"Your loyalty, your tolerance, your acceptance — that kind of thing. The whole thing can bleed over into rough stuff, but it needn’t. Basically, he makes demands, to see if you will comply. You do or you don’t. There are different degrees, and you may need to discuss what is out of bounds very seriously. Ultimately, unless you’ve fenced something as being not within the realm of his authority, he demands and you comply — or you face the consequences, which could be anything from a spanking to the end of your relationship," Beth explained, adding the warning, "If you go down this road, things tend to escalate — you’ll be putting yourself in Lonnie’s hands, and things will go as far as he wants to take them. Your only say in the matter is your vote to bail out…"
"Really? Wow!" Sally gasped. "There are, like, rules for these things?"
"Oh, yeah. General guidelines, mostly, but Dominant/submissive relationships run the gamut from occasional play to chattel slavery." Beth had her answer — Sally was flushed, her nipples were erect — and Beth could SMELL her arousal! "Like I said, if you want to keep something, you’d better negotiate for it right away — otherwise, you can forget it. One thing you WON’T keep is control over things — if Lonnie wants to tell the whole school you’re his slut, well, humiliation is part of the game…"
"Anything else?" Sally asked.
"Well, this might be obvious, and it might not," Beth replied. "If you get into this, everything is one-way; if Lonnie fucks around, it’s none of your business — you suck it up. But if YOU fuck around, it had better be by instruction…" She cocked her head. "How do you REALLY feel about sucking Terence’s cock? Or Rick’s? Come on, I won’t tell, but I need to know."
"Well, the idea is kind of exciting, but kind of scary," Sally replied seriously. "I want to, but I don’t, you know?"
"It’s okay as long as Lonnie says it is, right?" Beth cocked an eyebrow.
"Uh huh."
"Sounds like me," Beth sighed. "I’m chicken — unless my Master or Mistress tells me to do something; then it’s all cool, even if it’s painful or disgusting or humiliating…" She gathered herself. "Lonnie isn’t gonna understand without help — how about if I talk to him for a bit and then turn you two loose together?"
"Okay," Sally nodded.
"I’ll save you Terence’s cock," Beth chuckled over her shoulder as they made for the door. "I GUARANTEE you’re gonna suck it!" Sally just blushed.