Book Club (part one)

I was asked to do a story like A Torture of Colors for an older crowd. For cougars, for adults who had long ago put away the trappings of sororities.

Someone once said that there's no one more cruel than sorority girls. Well, that may be true with the age group. But there is a group who bring cruelty to a whole new level. That group is housewives. Repressed housewives who finally get a chance to come out and play, who can do whatever they want. All they need is a place to do it.

A place like....

Book Club

I have to say, I'm glad we met. I'm tired of all the little boys, those twenty somethings who think they're god's gift to women. They're so rattled by hormones that they don't have time to really figure out what they're doing. They can't really satisfy a woman.

Then again, neither can you. But we'll get to that.

Those boys all have these huge egos. Not like you. You at least know your value. Know your place. You know how useful you are. Or how useless you are. You know that you only exist to bring pleasure to others. Or at least, to try.

We're going to use you tonight. Me and the girls. I like to call it book club. You've been booked for our entertainment, and we're going to club you however we want and with whatever we want.

Let me lay out the rules. You just sit there, looking pretty in your stockings and your maid outfit. Stop squirming. I don't care what you think; I think you look pretty. I know you think you're all man, that you make an ugly girl. That's okay. You don't have to feel proud of your uniform. It's funny to see, I enjoy it, and the girls will love laughing at what a pathetically ugly cross dresser you make. You didn't even shave your legs!

Now shut up and listen. One more word out of you and I swear I will shit in your mouth and superglue your lips together.

Good boy.

The girls are all looking forward to tonight. Do you know how hard it is to be married to someone who doesn't understand kink? Who had no concept of why we like beating a man until he bleeds, why we like to make a man cry? They understand wanting to have anal, but never as the receiver. It's hard for the girls to live like that. That's why they love book club so much.

If you do well, you'll become a regular booking. And how do you do well? You just shut up and take it. You let them do what they want, and you don't use your safe word.

Oh, it's okay if you use it. If things get too bad, if they get too painful or too harsh, you go ahead and use it. We don't want to do permanent damage. You're no good to me in the hospital. I want to hurt you, I want to make you cry and make you scream. I want to leave marks. But I don't want you injured.

We're going to kick you in the balls. We're going to whip you. We'll trample you, we'll grind our boots into your crotch. We'll piss in your face, spit in your mouth, and kick you hard enough to raise blood blisters. Do you know what blood blisters are? They're like bruises, but more severe. It'll be little spots of red against the skin. And they'll last a while. Maybe even long enough to still be there next week, when we meet again.

But you'll only be there if you can take what we dish out. You'll only be invited back if you enjoy what's about to happen, if you accept it and never have to use your safe word.

So you remember that.

But don't let it stop you. If you're really going to get hurt, if your body tells you to stop, tells you that you're going to really get injured, you use the word. You're no use to me if you're so unaware of your body that you let five women injure you. It's your responsibility to know how much you can take. We're going to push you as far as we can, but not so far that you'll have to use it. But if something goes wrong, if a kick gets aimed wrong, you better fucking use it.

Think of tonight like an audition. If you can take everything we dish out, we'll keep inviting you back. And maybe next time, we'll play a torture game. You'll like that. Those are games where we keep upping the ante, getting more and more cruel as we go until we break you. Until you sob out your safe word.

Sometimes, we take bets. Who can break you fastest? How long will it take before you start to cry? How long will you still have marks on your skin? How long can you hold your breath? How fast can you bring us all to orgasm with your tongue, one after another?

But those bets are for another time. Tonight is just practice. It's just a chance to see what you're capable of...

The rest of this story is available in Book Three