Cleaned
Copyright© 2002 by Pat Fairfield
Chapter 42: What now?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 42: What now? - A fem-domme romance. This is not the usual "you miserable worm!" treatment of this kind of topic. It has tender moments. Oh, and a lot of hot sex. Try it. You'll like it! Our hero did.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Cheating Wimp Husband Cuckold BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Rough Light Bond Humiliation Interracial Black Female Black Male White Male White Female Oral Sex Masturbation Fisting Sex Toys Cream Pie Exhibitionism Voyeurism Size BBW
"Liberation Bondage — hot new exhibit goes on show today!"
Sue was reading aloud from the culture-vulture section of the Saturday morning newspaper, while Janelle stirred her coffee vigorously in vain hope of getting three heaped teaspoons of sugar to dissolve in it. It was strong coffee — today she really felt in need of a caffeine injection.
"Men can free their minds, says rooky artist Janelle at her downtown debut, if they first can submit to a woman."
"That's not what I said at all!" complained the rooky artist, before going in for another deep slurp of double-strength Brazilian.
"Wasn't it James Brown who once said "Free your mind, and your ass will follow"?"
"George Clinton, actually. Brown's bass player. But thank you for that little piece of R&B trivia."
"Look, they even got a picture."
Janelle craned her head around to see a photo of manacled Doug in the act of bolting from the armchair, face rendered anonymous by the leather hood over his head, and crotch rendered publishable by a censoring black circle superimposed over the image. The wooden carving of Mistress Sassy had it's whip upraised as if to strike him.
"Jesus fucking Christ. How embarrassing."
"Aw, c'mon Janelle! The only bad publicity is no publicity."
"You're a regular mother-lode of pithy sayings, y'know that?"
"Is that why you're so pithed off? Ha! Ha! Ha, ha ha!"
"Ha fuckin' ha. I'm pithed off 'cos I'm the only one who got publicly identified in this whole debacle! How can I go back to school after this?"
"Stiff upper lip, old girl. Just brazen it out. Act like the whole thing had been planned!"
"That's even worse. They'll all think I cooked up this stunt to upstage them, and win the prize."
"There's a prize?"
"Sure is. And if I have the extreme misfortune to win it now, I'll be dead-meat for sure when we're back in class."
"Tell me again — how did you and Doug wind up in this situation in the first place?"