Yes, reading the earlier chapters sets the stage for this one. But it can also stand on its own.
Only doubt was this persistence with the period thing. Even the mention of occasional thrashings didn't bother me too much, but the period stuff still niggled.
"Hey, what the heck, Man!" I thought. "She knows what she's doing, and if that's important to her, I can do it. I can do it, or anything else she wants. She is wonderful, and I am happy...happy and lucky." I scarce believed I would have been saying that when I thought back only a few short days ago to the time in the camp. All of a sudden, I noticed the throbbing in my behind had given way to an almost pleasant glow. I started to grow hard again at the realisation. "Liz," I smiled, "I want you. I lo...." She ground herself down on me before I could finish the words, and we were lost in another frenzy of lust.
*
As we made love, I thought about how this man brought out my tenderness, something I have not always been most notable for showing. He was about to tell me too, I could tell, and then we were together again and it was just too too delightful and warm and wonderful.
I looked him in the eye as I rose off his hardness once again. "Alan, I do want you. I hope you understand that I have my individual quirks. I wouldn't want to be with anyone who was called normal, ugh, dull normal," I said with glee.
"If we get married, some of the nonsense things go by the boards, like toilet regulation and all that. You do have to be very respectful to other women, just remember that. If I don't make you lick someone's bleeding puss, just make sure you don't make any nasty male cracks about it or she will definitely have your nose in it.
*
"I just got word that I am going to be named to a major position again," I told him with a grin. "And there is absolutely no problem in my having you there if you can deal with being the Commandant's husband. It's sort of like being an Embassy wife in the bygone days."
"You will dress and be treated as totally male. No more panties or that stuff," I went on. "But don't screw up. If we don't stay together, you will get nothing except a bad record. I want you and I want this to work, darling" and I just bent over and kissed him, hard.
His hands were on my tits and my bare bush and bum and yes, inside my holes and I loved it all, just adoredhis attentions. I rose off his penis and went into the bathroom. I sat down and peed and he came in, smiling.
I told him to pee through the opening in the front of my legs, not on me, but into the water. I loved seeing him do that as I peed too. "Isn't it something as to what can give you that lovely feeling?" I speculated as I leaned over and kissed him yet again and again.
*
Although I still throbbed just a little with the remnants of my whipping and thrashing, it was but an insignificant trifle in the great scheme of things. For being with Liz was now my raison d'être. This wonderful, attractive, sexy being wanted me and by heavens how I wanted her! The confession of her quirks, her kinkiness even hardly surprised me after all I had experienced, but if I was honest, I was now beginning to believe it actually added to her appeal.
I would never have believed that a lifelong dominant like me could be so overwhelmed by a woman with dominant tendencies like Liz, but that was what seemed to be happening.
I couldn't tell her, but right at that moment, having to bend over for six of her cane would almost seem to take me closer to her. How strange is the human mind! It just seemed so right now. She was even compromising on some of the aspects which she sensed would cause me difficulty and that just made me feel for her all the more strongly.
Then Liz indicated that she was in line for a senior position and that it could work well for me too. "It's already working well for me, my darling," I thought to myself. "Can it really get better?" I wondered if the New Order also gave rise to female prisoners in some of the establishments.
"What about a partnership?" my thoughts continued, "I could deal with the female prisoners and Liz could be in charge of the whole thing." It was but a fleeting thought, as Liz's passionate kiss brought me back to reality, and I was aware of yet another stirring in my groin area. "Liz," I laughed, relaxed now, "you'll have me worn out in no time!"
I don't think it was because of my words, but she moved off me at that point and walked to the bathroom. Wow! This lady could make love, and how! But she could pee with the best of them! Perhaps it was he muscular control she seemed to have developed down there, but I could hear the gushing even from where I lay on the bed. It was almost like a pipe call, pulling me in, and I was soon joining her and doing my own thing through the front of her splayed thighs. There was something extra-sensuous about this odd, shared activity. I finished and bent forward, only too eager to accept her kisses, again and again. All of a sudden, life felt good. So good.
*
It was starting to look like my asking Alan to be my partner might just work out. Even in our new society, women with partners received a higher degree of respect.
I called him back to the bedroom and took out the forms I would have to file. I grinned as I told him he would be embarrassed yet again. The form asked me to enter the length of his penis flaccid and erect, so after taking my tape measure, I began to run my nails down his shaft to get him erect, which was a good showing on his part after all the fucking we had been enjoying.
He was told to bend over and spread his cheeks and I put on the plastic glove and inserted my lubed finger into his anus. There was no measurement here, only a space for me to certify that I had so humiliated him . I also needed to enter the dimensions of his most recent #2 and the frequency and amount of his urinations.
Finally I finished the form and duly certified it. I looked at him with a wide grin and asked if he would mind joining me back in the bed again. As we dove under the covers, I asked him to make the fondest love to me that he thought he could possibly imagine.
Only doubt was this persistence with the period thing. Even the mention of occasional thrashings didn't bother me too much, but the period stuff still niggled.
"Hey, what the heck, Man!" I thought. "She knows what she's doing, and if that's important to her, I can do it. I can do it, or anything else she wants. She is wonderful, and I am happy...happy and lucky." I scarce believed I would have been saying that when I thought back only a few short days ago to the time in the camp. All of a sudden, I noticed the throbbing in my behind had given way to an almost pleasant glow. I started to grow hard again at the realisation. "Liz," I smiled, "I want you. I lo...." She ground herself down on me before I could finish the words, and we were lost in another frenzy of lust.
*
As we made love, I thought about how this man brought out my tenderness, something I have not always been most notable for showing. He was about to tell me too, I could tell, and then we were together again and it was just too too delightful and warm and wonderful.
I looked him in the eye as I rose off his hardness once again. "Alan, I do want you. I hope you understand that I have my individual quirks. I wouldn't want to be with anyone who was called normal, ugh, dull normal," I said with glee.
"If we get married, some of the nonsense things go by the boards, like toilet regulation and all that. You do have to be very respectful to other women, just remember that. If I don't make you lick someone's bleeding puss, just make sure you don't make any nasty male cracks about it or she will definitely have your nose in it.
*
"I just got word that I am going to be named to a major position again," I told him with a grin. "And there is absolutely no problem in my having you there if you can deal with being the Commandant's husband. It's sort of like being an Embassy wife in the bygone days."
"You will dress and be treated as totally male. No more panties or that stuff," I went on. "But don't screw up. If we don't stay together, you will get nothing except a bad record. I want you and I want this to work, darling" and I just bent over and kissed him, hard.
His hands were on my tits and my bare bush and bum and yes, inside my holes and I loved it all, just adoredhis attentions. I rose off his penis and went into the bathroom. I sat down and peed and he came in, smiling.
I told him to pee through the opening in the front of my legs, not on me, but into the water. I loved seeing him do that as I peed too. "Isn't it something as to what can give you that lovely feeling?" I speculated as I leaned over and kissed him yet again and again.
*
Although I still throbbed just a little with the remnants of my whipping and thrashing, it was but an insignificant trifle in the great scheme of things. For being with Liz was now my raison d'être. This wonderful, attractive, sexy being wanted me and by heavens how I wanted her! The confession of her quirks, her kinkiness even hardly surprised me after all I had experienced, but if I was honest, I was now beginning to believe it actually added to her appeal.
I would never have believed that a lifelong dominant like me could be so overwhelmed by a woman with dominant tendencies like Liz, but that was what seemed to be happening.
I couldn't tell her, but right at that moment, having to bend over for six of her cane would almost seem to take me closer to her. How strange is the human mind! It just seemed so right now. She was even compromising on some of the aspects which she sensed would cause me difficulty and that just made me feel for her all the more strongly.
Then Liz indicated that she was in line for a senior position and that it could work well for me too. "It's already working well for me, my darling," I thought to myself. "Can it really get better?" I wondered if the New Order also gave rise to female prisoners in some of the establishments.
"What about a partnership?" my thoughts continued, "I could deal with the female prisoners and Liz could be in charge of the whole thing." It was but a fleeting thought, as Liz's passionate kiss brought me back to reality, and I was aware of yet another stirring in my groin area. "Liz," I laughed, relaxed now, "you'll have me worn out in no time!"
I don't think it was because of my words, but she moved off me at that point and walked to the bathroom. Wow! This lady could make love, and how! But she could pee with the best of them! Perhaps it was he muscular control she seemed to have developed down there, but I could hear the gushing even from where I lay on the bed. It was almost like a pipe call, pulling me in, and I was soon joining her and doing my own thing through the front of her splayed thighs. There was something extra-sensuous about this odd, shared activity. I finished and bent forward, only too eager to accept her kisses, again and again. All of a sudden, life felt good. So good.
*
It was starting to look like my asking Alan to be my partner might just work out. Even in our new society, women with partners received a higher degree of respect.
I called him back to the bedroom and took out the forms I would have to file. I grinned as I told him he would be embarrassed yet again. The form asked me to enter the length of his penis flaccid and erect, so after taking my tape measure, I began to run my nails down his shaft to get him erect, which was a good showing on his part after all the fucking we had been enjoying.
He was told to bend over and spread his cheeks and I put on the plastic glove and inserted my lubed finger into his anus. There was no measurement here, only a space for me to certify that I had so humiliated him . I also needed to enter the dimensions of his most recent #2 and the frequency and amount of his urinations.
Finally I finished the form and duly certified it. I looked at him with a wide grin and asked if he would mind joining me back in the bed again. As we dove under the covers, I asked him to make the fondest love to me that he thought he could possibly imagine.
