Chapter 7

Families and relationships always seek equilibrium. To achieve this balanced family dynamic each member must play their part. Whether the hero or the scapegoat, the clown or the enabler, all work together as actors on the family stage.

As counselor to this dysfunctional lesbian relationship I assumed the role of enabler. I could enable or disable Pamela's and Betsy's ability to cum with the tools of psychology and medication. I would mold their minds and control their emotions through the science of hypnosis. For the health and well being of the relationship. To break bad habits by improving attitudes. The process of rehabilitating these two dykes was therapy for me as well. Power is an aphrodisiac, revenge is a turn on. This kind of high can't be found in booze or drugs, or in the biggest bottle of Viagra.

Before the close of our session Pammy the scapegoat became Miss Pamela the head hero of this muff diving duo. She was now a dominant bitch with attitude and an Irish temper. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone anymore, except from me of course. Butch Betty became baby Betsy, the family clown and Pamela's horny pussy slave. Along with a hopeless devotion and total obedience to me and her new mistress, she now has the strength and IQ of a little girl. A naughty little girl with the sex drive of a nympho crack whore in heat. She may be a man hating feminist dyke, but she'll fuck and suck anything for just one cum.

When Pam finally came to after sleeping off the effects of the greatest orgasm of her young life Betty was reciting the last of my hypnotic suggestions, "Betsy loves cock, Betsy needs cock, pussy wants your cock, Please fuck Betsy's wet little lesbian pussy." Her voice was a high pitched monotone as she stared blankly at the swinging dick inches from her hungry mouth. Although still entranced she could sense the male scent, taste the manly odor, feel it pushing into her virgin pussy, pressing up against the final barrier guarding the cherry interior of her lesbian pussy. She had promised herself never to lose her precious virginity, now she would promise me anything if I would just tear it away. The instant I broke her spell she fell forward to muzzle her face in my crotch and caress my stiffening dick with licks and kisses.

Pamela had been gazing at my naked body with dreamy adoration until she noticed her former lover lapping like a cat at my cock. "Get away from that cock you little brat!" She leapt from the floor in a jealous rage and in a flash grabbed the blondes locks, sat down, then yanked the whimpering slut across her lap. I was amazed at the strength and speed of the little red pig-tailed girl holding the struggling Amazon tightly on her knees while raining a series of solid swats on her squirming rear. Betsy was so tall that her face and knees touched the floor. With a leg hooking behind her knees and a hand forcing her arm painfully high on her back all the butch blonde could do was to cry tears of pain and humiliation.

Slap! Slap! Slap! "Don't ever try that again you stupid slut!" Slap! Slap! ""Filthy tramp!, Bad bitch!, Bad girl!, What's the matter, can't take it? Cry baby! I'll give you something to cry about you big baby!" Slap! Slap!

Miss Pamela kept up the taunts and blows until her palm was nearly as red as Betsy's ass. Even when the spanking ceased the blonde's butt continued to waggle and wave as if the breeze could put out the flame. After a while it was a heat of a different kind that caused her hips to rock and twist in shameful arousal. Pam saw something on my desk and following her gaze I handed her my 12" slide rule (Yeah, I must still be a nerd). The moans turned to squeals and red lines criss crossed her globes like a double game of tic-tac-toe.