Allen His Uprising

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-945648-42-7
Verlag: Pink Flamingo Media
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 192 Seiten

Femdom.
Alex's lessons on Kimberly's brand of feminism are undertaken in
earnest following a women's volleyball match Kimberly makes interesting
with a bet. Whether he's punished or granted sex depends on the grace
and agility of the women on the screen. Kimberly, sitting behind him as
he watches from his knees massaging her feet, is the woman who
ultimately decides his fate. Alex has been a loyal, obedient submissive
partner for many years but Kimberly requires more. She senses the
beginnings of an uprising, and though Alex pleads that he would never
rise up against her or want to, Kimberly needs convincing. His failings
are mostly out of clumsiness or shyness but they must still be
addressed.


A
speech on women's suffrage Alex learns to properly deliver, aided by
both Kimberly's lavish praise and a regimen of negative reinforcement,
leads to an afternoon of his serving her friends from her women's
studies class back in her college days. Alex recites his speech from his
knees. Demonstrations of the handiness of a well-trained, motivated
servant are also on the day's agenda. He's the perfect model of male
submission leaving her female friends empowered. But will Kimberly's
demand that Alex push his submission to greater depths lead to that
uprising after all? Is there anything Alex won't do for Kimberly? Will
Kimberly's dominant streak ever be sated by Alex's efforts to please?

Autoren/Hrsg.

Allen, Gregory

Leseproben

Chapter Two His Infidelity   Kimberly awoke to find Alex awake already. She rolled over to him and yawned. Her bare leg slid up his under the sheet and came to a stop when her thigh met the hard head of Alex’s cock encased in the fly of his underwear. She thrust against his side and leaned in and kissed his lips. “Good morning, Kimberly,” he said as she withdrew. “I thought what we could do today that might be fun is both call Crystal and Michael, separately, of course, and tell them about the volleyball match last night, about our bet.” “You want me to call one of my best friends out of the blue and tell him I lost a bet and got spanked and caned and now have to go a week without an orgasm?” “No. I’m ordering you to call one of your best friends out of the blue and tell him you lost a bet and your girlfriend spanked you and caned you and is making you serve a week without an orgasm. And tell him the bet was over women’s volleyball. Important to add that. Female sports deserve more coverage and credibility and this will be a good way to spread that idea.” “How do I bring it up?” “However you want. That’s up to you. Get him talking sports and then say, ‘Oh, by the way, Kimberly and I enjoyed a women’s volleyball match, last night.’ Mention how much you enjoyed the game. You did enjoy it, right? I mean besides losing our bet.” “I did.” “Good. Then just tell him how you were punished when your team lost. That’s it. I won’t even make you mention how our morning is going to start.” She pushed up from his chest and walked on her knees straddling his body until her pussy hovered over his face. She settled against his lips. As Alex began his ministrations, she patted his forehead and winked down at him. Then she tossed her head back and started to grind. As she took her morning princess kiss, Alex’s thoughts wandered to where they rarely wandered. Instead of enjoying Kimberly’s pleasure and feeling grateful to give her pleasure with his dedication and willingness to serve, he thought of what it must be like to enjoy sexual release on demand. He had been under Kimberly’s rule for so long, he had given his cock to her so many years ago, he couldn’t recall what it felt like to just decide to enjoy an orgasm. This thinking, when it rarely arrived, usually led to his remembering how much he enjoyed the orgasms Kimberly divvied out, how much more he enjoyed them because he had to wait for her to divvy them out, and then he remembered how lucky he was to have the mistress he did, but this time Kimberly’s excitement built so quickly that he got refocused on his task and left the thought alone. She climbed off him and lay back on the bed. She patted his hard cock, pressed against the pouch of his underwear. “May I ask a question?” “Like a life as my sub question?” “Yes, Ma’am.” “Oh good. I enjoy fielding those. Kneel.” Alex crawled out of bed and knelt on the floor. Kimberly slid to the bed’s side and sat. She crossed her legs and swung her foot in the vicinity of Alex’s face as he peered up at her. “Last night, after losing our bet, I got a week, but then you gave me a choice. What if I had chosen release, would you have granted it or stuck to the bet?” “Do you regret the choice you made?” “No, Ma’am. Not at all.” “Then why does it matter?” “I was just confused. That seemed uncharacteristic of you, and I would like to understand.” Kimberly touched her foot to Alex’s cheek and gazed lovingly down at him. “I gave you the choice after I had your answer. Your body gave me my answer before I asked the question. Now, let’s make breakfast.” She climbed over him. Alex turned and watched her walk over to her dresser and pull out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and put them on. She motioned for him to rise. After breakfast, it was time for him to make his phone call. “We need you in the right frame of mind.” She yanked his tidy-whiteys down to his knees, led him by the ear, and placed him in the bedroom with his nose touched to the wall. She found Michael’s number in Alex’s phone, entered it, and put the phone to his ear. Alex took it and nodded his thanks. “Remember, if I find out from Crystal she told Michael things he didn’t already know, I’ll be disappointed. So be specific.” Michael answered and after Alex said hello, Kimberly landed a loud hand spank on his ass. “Good luck.” She left the room. Michael didn’t ask about the sound. He must have heard it. He probably guessed. Alex had no trouble steering the conversation to sports. A baseball game had coincided with the volleyball game he and Kimberly had enjoyed and, even though Michael hadn’t seen it, he’d caught the highlights, so it was an easy segue. Alex enjoyed regaling the tale of the volleyball match, that part he might have described to Michael anyway. It had been one of the more entertaining sporting events he’d seen in a long time, even without the bet. Michael didn’t sound surprised. Alex went on a while delaying the inevitable, but then he added, in an intentional display of dejection: “We made it interesting.” “Oh yeah?” “Kimberly gave me a team and took the other. Mine was on a comeback at the time.” Alex realized he added that as a plea that his friend not find Kimberly unfair. It came out as an impulse, nearly reflexive, but he recognized the plea lingering before he went on, “but her team won.” “Bummer.” “So I lost the bet,” Alex added, trying to prime him to ask. “What was the bet?” There, he asked. He sounded hesitant asking, reluctant to hear the answer, but he asked. That made it easier. “I got a week,” he said, instead of saying that he was being made to serve a week, and Michael commiserated with a slight groan, as though having a girlfriend who would assign a week of orgasm denial were typical. “And a punishment. It was a fun game, though.” They returned to general sports talk and the conversation finished up like any of their others. It hadn’t gone too badly. Michael had made it easy on him. If anything Alex only felt a little bad for Michael. Michael knew Kimberly well enough and was plenty aware of the type of relationship she and his best friend had. He listened and offered listening comments dutifully, magnanimously, but he probably would have preferred Alex not talk about it with him. Alex set the phone on the dresser and pulled his underwear back up. From the bedroom door, he didn’t hear Kimberly’s voice. He was surprised their conversation had finished sooner but maybe Crystal hadn’t been home. He eased into the hall and, still hearing nothing, walked into the living room. Kimberly sat on the couch, her legs curled underneath her, flipping through a magazine. “Was Crystal not home?” “I didn’t call her.” “You didn’t call her?” Kimberly looked up from her magazine. “Who told you to pull your underwear back up?” Alex gave a helpless, apologetic shrug, but this did nothing to appease Kimberly, who stared at him, waiting. Alex pulled his underwear back down past his knees. Kimberly’s stern tone and the humiliating implication in her question—who told you to pull your underwear back up?—that he was under her command to be granted or forbade permission to pull his underwear back up, caused his cock to leap up as the band of his underwear was tugged past the head. Kimberly ordered him over with a single finger curling toward her. Alex shuffled in front of her. “Do you want to cum?” “Oh, yes, please, Mistress.” “Whose team won the game?” “Yours, Kimberly.” “I would like to allow it, but we better stick to our bet. We wouldn’t enjoy our memory of watching that match together if I colluded in allowing you to not follow through. All our past fun would vanish.” Kimberly opened her legs and leaned forward. “Kneel.” Alex knelt carefully, the way Kimberly liked, with both his knees touching the floor at the same time, but then he dropped his ass onto his heels. Kimberly took hold of both his nipples and pinched and pulled up. “At attention. Not so lax and disrespectful.” She twisted the nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Alex winced but didn’t use his hands to deflect her. He stretched up and heaved his chest with a full breath. He clasped his hands behind his back. “Good boy. Was it fun watching a sporting game with your girlfriend?” “Yes, Kimberly.” She stared into Alex’s eyes, their gazes a foot apart, and then she pulled slightly back and scanned his naked body, held rigidly in a kneeling position. She stroked him with her hand. After several passes, Alex begged her to please let him come. She stopped. His cock thrust up, gleaming with suffering. She returned her gaze to his and smiled. She leaned down and kissed him. Alex received her aggressive kiss. She withdrew. “You moan when you get kissed. Would you moan like that if you’d gotten to come, last night?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know, but I know. You think orgasm denial is a torment, and it is, but surrendering your cock and your right to come to your mistress allows you rewards vast, just hard to understand when close to an orgasm you know won’t be permitted. You’re lucky to be putty in the hands of a mistress who does understand.” “Yes, Mistress.” “What I think I’ll do today is put you to work in the garden. There is weeding to be done. If I feel like it, I’ll join you later, but I might want to play task mistress and stay...