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Bill and I have been friends for several years, having met at the local beach. We share an interest in handball, sailing, and beautiful women. When we have girlfriends, we often socialize as a group. When without regular companionship, we hunt for women together at the local hot spots. We have an easy friendship and shared sense of humor that appeals to many women, more than one of whom has asked us to fulfill their fantasy for a threesome.
Although similar in many ways, Bill and I have our differences. For example, our sexual proclivities are varied. We are each open minded and experimental, but differ in our particular kinks. I enjoy dominating women and bringing out their submissive side, while Bill is more of a traditional lover. But this has never gotten in the way of our friendship, or in our partaking of the same woman together.
Bill's latest girlfriend, Kim, seemed to bring out his romantic side even more. She was a young looking 22, small, slim, and blonde. They often jogged together at sunset, waving as they passed my beach house. They would visit to watch the sunset from my balcony and have a glass of wine. Bill seemed quite taken with Kim, and I wondered if she would turn out to be "the one" for him.
Although I liked Kim, I felt that she was just a bit self-important at times. She was quite beautiful, and knew it. Blessed with a sleek, firm body, she chose to show it off with carefully picked clothes. However, she had a habit of covering up if she felt a man's eyes wandering too much. And at times, she clearly showed an expectation of doting treatment from Bill. All in all, nothing unusual from a bright and pretty young woman but not something I would have put up with for long. In a way, I was slightly embarrassed for Bill that he catered to her whims more often than not.
One evening after their jog Bill and Kim came to my house with a rented movie. I remember thinking to myself, "Kim sure looks fetching in that outfit." She wore a thin half-top with spaghetti straps, a pair of cut off shorts, and sneakers with no socks. Freshly showered, she looked good and smelled better. She reclined against Bill on the couch while I popped "Eyes Wide Shut" into the DVD player.
Throughout the film Bill and Kim exchanged a few smiles, and remained snuggled up together. But her expression turned cloudy at the orgy scene. We discussed the film after it ended.
"I can't believe those women would allow themselves to be used like that. They were just the pawns, playthings for those men. And I don't care if they were paying them, that was sexual slavery."
"You don't seem to mind when I boss you around a bit," replied Bill with a grin.
"Oh, like when you ask for ranch dressing instead of blue cheese? You're soooo mean to me," Kim said sarcastically. "But seriously, it's different. I could say no to you if I wanted to, even about small things like that. And there would be nothing you could do about it."
I remained impassive as I listened to the exchange, but Bill's expression had changed. "Oh? You think you could say 'no' to me without any consequences if I were serious?" he asked.
She sniffed at him and smirked. It was an expression I'd often seen from women who were used to having men at their beck and call. Bill regarded her with interest but no sign of anger, and then turned to me.
"You know," he said conversationally, "for all of Kim's bravado, she's really quite obedient with me. I think it's because she loves me more than she realizes."
I raised an eyebrow. This was out of character for Bill. I'd never heard him speak of a girlfriend in the third person while she was still in the room. He laced his fingers around his knee, and continued speaking as if he were telling an amusing story.
"You should see her when we're alone. She's actually meek as a mouse. But when we're out, she feels she has to show the world that she's in charge or something."
Kim began to contradict him, and I was shocked as Bill snapped his head around and sharply rapped out, "QUIET! I'm talking to Michael." His stare was icy, and Kim froze with her mouth hanging open, her protest quickly forgotten. Bill turned back to me and continued pleasantly.
"The other day we were in bed, and after we finished doing it she was saying how much she loves me and how she would do anything to keep me." Kim's eyes got wide, but she said nothing. Bill faced her again and said to me, "I think it's time we find out if she was telling the truth."
"Kim dear, there's something you don't know about Michael here. He treats his women a bit differently than I do. He doesn't put up with a lot of nonsense, right, Mike?"
Now on familiar ground, I smiled slightly and nodded to Kim. Bill was trying to intimidate her, and I saw no reason not to help. I find uppity women distasteful, no matter how ornamental they are.
"And I'm wondering if he can't help me find out just how much you really do want to hold on to me. What do you say, Mike?"
"Be glad to Bill," I said, looking Kim in the eye. "Whatever you need."
Bill stood up and looked down at his disbelieving girlfriend. She tried another approach. "Look honey, I didn't mean to upset you. If you want me to tone down..."
Bill cut her off. "Listen, HONEY," he said with a slight sneer. "If I were you I would just keep quiet. Bill, I'm going to head home and get to bed early. I'd consider it a big favour to me if you would find out just how much she wants to stay with me. Feel free to use whatever... methods... you usually use with your women. No holds barred, and feel free to enjoy yourself too. Call me tomorrow with the verdict, OK?"
I smiled inwardly as if I had just won the lottery. "Will do." I cast a glance at Kim. She looked about to cry. "My pleasure, in fact."
Kim's shoulders heaved slightly as Bill walked over and took her chin in his hand. He said, "Make me proud," turned away and strode forcefully to the door. Kim's eyes followed; he did not look back.
I remained seated, legs crossed, as she watched her fiancé leave. She
flinched visibly when the door shut. Kim turned toward me and smiled weakly.
"He's just mad. I shouldn't have teased him..."
"No, you shouldn't have. But don't worry, I'm not angry with you." She let out a breath. "Because I know you won't disappoint him further by being difficult. You're going to be a good girl for me. Stand up."
Her eyes shot up. "What"?
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, but..."
"But nothing. Do you want him to stay with you? Well do you?" She was near tears, but nodded her head weakly. "Then you're going to be good for me, and tomorrow I'll tell him so."
She was muttering to herself, chest heaving. "Oh my God. I can't... I can't... do this..." Then to me, "Look, I'll go spend the night in a hotel. And tomorrow you can just tell him everything is straightened out, right?"
"I have no intention of lying to my best friend. So it's entirely up to you what I tell him tomorrow. He asked me to find out how badly you want to stay with him, and that's what I'm going to do. Now come here."
Kim stared at the floor in front of her in disbelief. I called her name once more and got no response.
This was just about enough.
With a swift, but unhurried movement I had her ponytail in my hand and jerked her head back, making her to look at me. With my other hand I picked up the phone, and then spoke in my most menacing voice. "Do you want me to call Bill and tell him not to come back for you tomorrow? DO YOU?"
She shook her head frantically. "Nooooo! But..."
"Then be quiet and pay attention."
Kim gazed up at me and came to a decision. She lowered her eyes and then nodded in resignation. I released my hold on her hair and gently cupped her cheek. "Be a good girl for me and you'll have him back. Better than ever." And you'll know how to behave, I thought to myself.
Kim stood and I gestured toward the middle of the room. She stood with hands in her pockets, shoulders slumped. "Stand up straight please." She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and obeyed. I walked around her slowly, not yet touching her. " As Bill said, I have some experience in this area. And I've found it's helpful to demonstrate the rules to my sluts before they get themselves into trouble."
Her head snapped around at the word 'slut'. "Yes, I said 'slut'. And that's just what you're going to be for me, a good little slut. Or I make a phone call. Understand?" She squeezed her eyes shut, and nodded.
"Good. Now drop your pants."
Again, her eyes snapped up to me, her mouth open in silent protest. I counted silently to three, shrugged, and moved to pick up the phone.
"OK, OK!" she said as she undid the buttons on her shorts. I replaced the receiver down as she slid the denim from her shapely legs.
No underwear. "Heh. Should have known." She reddened, and her breathing intensified as she dropped the shorts to her ankles and started to step out of them. "No, no. Stand still."
I had discovered long ago that a woman standing dressed except for pants around her ankles feels more naked than with no clothes at all. My cock hardened in my pants as I watched her squirm in embarrassment. Now we were ready for some fun.
Cautioning her to remain still, I walked into my bedroom and retrieved an item from my closet. When I returned I saw that Kim had made an effort to compose herself and was standing up straight, attempting to maintain an air of dignity if such a thing is possible when your pants are around your ankles. The façade lasted until I crossed in front of her with the riding crop.
"What -"
"- is this? It's a riding crop. You know, like they use on horses. I bought this one from a real tack shop. Rebecca used to say said it feels very... authentic." Kim's eyes widened in fear. "Lace your hands behind your head." She froze.
"Do it now," I said in my calm-but-menacing voice. Her hands shot up to her head and she started trembling. I began walking around her in a tight circle.
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