PART FOUR i – Training

  "Hmm. I thought it would be obvious. But, let mommy take you through it, step by step. I forget, its not your field. So… ready?"

  "Yes mommy."

  I kiss in between words, soft bites on the ears.

  "Who protects the all skill pyers in games? Protects our stars…"

  "Mommy does."

  "Uh huh… and who pys den mother, to the three most important pyers. Our best starting front line, in the st ten years."

  "Mommy."

  "Yes, I do. Now… do I like it? Or can I not wait to go live by myself, with just you and me. Hmm?"

  "You only do it, because its what's best for the team."

  "Yeah… who mentors the new young stars, that need shown the ropes. Now, not shown the ropes like you get, mind you. You get mommy's special attention, when mommy shows you the ropes, little boy. But… who protects poor Little Lightning, from the team, when they were jealous? Who was her big sister, and protected her from the very unnatural advances, in the locker room and showers. I put her in the corner of the shower, and you have to get through me, to y a finger on her. Who…"

  "Mommy."

  "Right again. The coach? The big alpha. Who is his adult… the only one he can trust, to advise him on things he needs to know and can't find out for himself. The girl he sends on little secret missions. To do what needs done. Off the books. The one who makes sure there's not a speck of cocaine or meth, but… the one he can put the secret word out through, that pee tests for pot are coming. Tolerated, with a wink and a nod. Who is his right hand… girl. Called coach's pet, doesn't care. The team needs it."

  "Mommy."

  "Uh huh. Does mommy crave the approval of what all the other girls think is the in thing?"

  "No. You pretty much do the opposite."

  "Yep. Am I not content to do without a boy, until I find what I need? You've asked around. You know I didn't leave a trail of boys in my wake… admit it. Compared to all the other girls? I'm practically a nun. A very naughty nun, to you, but… still."

  "You are."

  "Oh yeah…"

  "Mommy does things totally different, and doesn't care what other people think. Mommy did everything for you. Like a boy does, for a girl. I made all the decisions. You? Just had to show up. Mommy held your hand, made it all happen. Mommy checked your whole list off for you. You? Are mommy's little groupie. And? You admit, you love it. For the first time in your life, you see how nice it is? To have a big, strong girl take charge, gently but firmly. And? All good things come to you, if you listen. Tell me I'm wrong about anything."

  "You're not wrong."

  "Hmm. Who spotted what you were. No one else. Submissive in a retionship, craving a dominant female. Had a weird strategy, too. No giggle hair flip, giggle hair flip. I knew you'd be around. You were working your way through all the girls that look anything like me. I was next, or soon. Soon as you started asking? You didn't finish your sentence. Yep! Took charge immediately. You were done right then and there, little boy. You? Were caught. Admit it."

  "You caught me. I admit it."

  "Oh yeah. Who knew just what you were. Naughty boy. Needed punished. Craved it, before you really knew yourself."

  "Mommy."

  "Uh huh… who just told you. Be logical. Here I am. Just what you can't have, and trying your little ass off. Weird strategy there. Thinks and pns, just like a boy. Logical. Dared you to find a fw in my pn. I stripped naked, and stood on my head, so you could see just what you're getting… not chubby, don't make that mistake. Just look… got that body you want. Just look at my legs, and see if you can tell me no… have you ever even heard of a girl like that, much less ever seen one. Admit it. Mommy called it. Mate? In three."

  "Mommy checkmated me. I was… I went from a date, to boyfriend, to told I'd be informed when I was allowed to propose marriage, in I think the space of a couple hours, if that."

  "Much less, if you don't count waiting for dark, and getting you to the birthday love pats, for a taste test…"

  "You worked quick."

  "Very quick. How long before mommy had your second whipping going? Finished you off issuing you orders? Hmm?"

  "Not very long…"

  "Quick. I tricked you into touching the radio the third time, already knew you wanted it… had you tied up, naked, getting whipped hard, until you bawled… and knew you were loving it. Not liking it? Loving it. Already my steady boyfriend, knowing you would be married, before you were helpless, naked, and begging me for more… you were done, the moment you set foot in my car, little boy. Admit it. Mommy worked quick… you never saw it coming, before it was already too te, and you were drooling for naughty time…"

  "It was very quick."

  "Once the drive was over? Waited for dark… within a couple hours, tops. I had you kidnapped, and was using you, like a helpless sex crime victim. No one could hear you scream… and you admitted to me, you loved every crack on your naked ass. You were begging me for more. What do we call an attack like that, again? That cunning, ruthless strategy. There's a name for an attack like that…"

  I was softly chewing on his neck.

  "Lightning. Its called sigma lightning."

  "You never had a chance. Bolt right out of the blue. I had my eye on you? Then, I found out more… you crossed off every damn thing on my list. Everything. What I want, what I need… all except one tiny detail. My naughty time. When you made the first joke? I knew. You went from perfect? To completely perfect. Mommy had a whip and rope in her trunk, bandannas to py with… mommy was prepared."

  "It was…"

  "Yeah. I know… and from the first time? You asked. Every. Single. Time. Yes. Then more. Then more. Now? You asked for more again. You wanted what we're into now. We're both naughty. You? Can't repce me. I? Could never repce you. Sigmas? Are best understood by another sigma. We're both kinky, yin and yang. I'm dominant. You? Submissive to me. Our goals? Identical. Every value? About the same. You can get dressed, and walk right out the door… but you won't."

  "Are you done gloating?"

  "Mm. You love it. And sigmas? All have a feature in common. A super enhanced sense of loyalty. What's mommy's number one rule, above all else."

  "No cheating."

  "Uh huh. How serious is mommy about this rule…"

  "If I ever do it? I better be smart enough not to even come home, but to collect my shit and clear out."

  "Oh yeah. And what happens, you have the balls to try to get away with it, and it comes out. Like it always does…"

  "I get… sigma lightning."

  "Oh yeah. Tricked? Into the absolute worst, possible, situation. I've been showing you? I'm fully capable of it, ain't I? Admit it. You know I would do it. Bad…"

  "Sure seems like it."

  "Seems? Fuck you, you little slut. I'll whip the skin, right off your ass for making a joke about that again. You know I can, you know I will. I want you to take it back, right now? Or I'll correct your naked, wet, ass? Right here, right now. Dare me… go on. I double dare you to test me…"

  "I take it back."

  "Uh huh. You know better. And? Not worth it anyways. Not logical. What could any other girl, even do for you. Not like I can. There would be no point."

  "There wouldn't."

  I was chewing on his neck and kissing it, ridiculous and slutty.

  "Yep. Mommy's going to have away games. Overnight, weekend stays. You'll know they're coming. Little problems? Too easy to pn. I'm working on you, to make sure you won't get into any trouble… school will be in. Mommy? Gets a free pass, administration rules. But you? Have to stay. Mommy loves your enhanced sense of loyalty. But just for insurance? Yeah. You're too important to risk. Mommy? Is gonna mark you all up, right before she goes away. You're gonna have my name and number on you, all tramp stamped up. Plus, mommy's special marks, and real bad, too… you? Will be too shy and embarrassed, to even think about dropping your panties for some little bar whore."

  "Mommy? Trusts you just fine, and will still make sure, I can sleep just fine. Then? When mommy gets back? You get all the special treats you want. You're gonna be allowed to hate-fuck my little bum by then like you wish you could, get a wet sloppy, or? Mommy will whip you hard like you want, fuck you across her floor, anything. Anything the naughty little boy asks for… now, what could you possibly want more than all that, hmm? All you have to do, is be loyal."

  "The rewards? Too numerous. The risks? Too high."

  "That's right… but right now? You, are one or two days, into a special six week slut preseason camp, little boy. Trapped alone, with a sick and twisted, very strict and very dirty mommy. I, am gonna have some fun with you in my bedroom. Real soon. I'm gonna correct you? On a number of little things that could stand some improvement. You, are gonna thank me for doing it. And what's more? You'll mean it. Because… why?"

  "You own me. I'm your property."

  "Exactly… because as I demonstrated tonight, several times, then one, final, terrible, time… I have complete power and control over you. Body and soul. Your will? Is not your own. Its mine. It hasn't been? Since our first night together. Mommy knew this would happen, and told you. You wondered about that. I knew, you would ask for more, every time. I'm going to do, the dirtiest things you can't even imagine to you, for the next six weeks. You're going to love every minute. I know it, you know it, no one else suspects a thing. You? Haven't even been punished severely yet, for telling me no. You will be though. Soon. Probably not tonight. But, it will happen."

  "My free will, will become an illusion."

  "Uh huh. I told you, then sent you and tricked you into the radio touching. The third time. I never did this stuff before, but I read all about it, after you started making jokes. It was my naughty compulsion anyways. I was ready, just in case. Now… you've been squirming. Mommy? Is going to give you something to squirm for. Right here, right now. In the tub. Sounds hot, don't it."

  "It does."

  "Then? Early yet. Gonna take you in my bedroom, and work your ass over some. Now. You asked me, for this not to be a game. You? Asked for it to be real. That would be so hot. You? Asked to be forced. Again? That would be in your own words, so hot. You got forced tonight, didn't you?"

  "Yes."

  "Mm. I know. Not a game anymore, is it? You were forced, to submit to me. Completely. I told you… painful, humiliating. You'd be ashamed, and embarrassed. It was that way, before you even got started, huh. Tell me, little boy. Did any woman, ever, do anything even close to the things I did to you?"

  "Never."

  "And I'm going to do those same things to you? Again, and again. For weeks. Except? More. Hmm. How was it, to get your little bum cleaned out like that. Tell me. Be truthful."

  "I…"

  "Humiliating, wasn't it?"

  "Very."

  "Get used to it. Gonna happen again, and again, and again. I recorded it? Gonna make you watch it some night… along with all the other dirty things mommy did to you. Now. Right this second? I'm gonna give you something to squirm for, since you keep doing it. Move forward some…"

  I stood up.

  "Now. Grab mommy's toy. Hold it out, for me to step into. Then, you're gonna fix it for me, just like I taught you to do it. Aren't you?"

  "Yes."

  I spped him across the face. A little bit hard.

  "Normal time is over. Properly. Again. And? You'll be corrected for that little slip. In the bedroom, probably. Again!"

  "Yes mommy."

  "Better… now then…"

  He held it for me to step into, then slowly adjusted my straps. I had no trouble at all, getting him to to give me some respect. Without the tube gag, I just tapped his head and listened to the little gagging noises. I giggled, had fun with it. Told him how lucky he was, that I'd left it in the bedroom. Then I sat down where I had been. Slowly. His eyes were glued to my wet, tan legs. His fingertips traced out the muscles. I slid my legs straight out this time though. I had him come and sit on me. Facing me.

  He knelt for some intimate face to face time, and I had him lower himself onto it. My smirking face had the bemused expression I had often enough, always amazed at all the dirty things I could get out of him and get him to do. After some extra slutty kissing, I had him reverse himself, and sit down on it facing away from me. I teased him how easy it went in, how little lube had been needed just now. I said the dirtiest things imaginable to him in his ear.

  "Now. I promised you something to squirm for, little boy. Squirm for mommy…"

  I hit number 4 suddenly. This thing is all waterproof. I don't know exactly what IPX68 even is, he says its a measure of waterproof. It works fine. When he asked me to fuck him like I meant it, I ughed.

  "Nope. I'm all tuckered out, from doing all the work tonight, naughty little boy. You. Pick up a few minutes of sck for me. Go on… move around yourself. You touch your cock? I'll fuck you up. I want you nice and hard, for when I take you to the bedroom. Told you that I was gonna work your ass over for a while, before bed."

  I giggled at this show. I couldn't believe I was here. Not here in the tub in that sense, but here. I was actually physically sore and tired out from fucking, no check that… from raping my boyfriend. I had readily enjoyed my shower attentions and heartily loved the tub attentions. I didn't know I could get that sore and tired from fucking that hard. I put my leg up on the edge of the tub, and watched his fingers trace down my calf muscle. I flexed my calf for him, and let him feel it, then rexed it as he rubbed it.

  My calves had that warm slight burn. Somehow being on my tiptoes gave me a slightly better angle delivering the jelly rubber goods to him while bent over things like the table, the counter top, and the end of the couch. For my leg massage in the tub, I had him give special attention to my calf muscles. I was surprised I was able to hold him up in the air, clinging to me for dear life. Hold him up against the wall in the corner and give him more. We both felt it right then, the surprise of it.

  I could actually do it to him. Women rated positions for sex surveys and women's magazine polls. Up against the wall was always one of their top favorites. Their notes were that the trapped, helpless feeling was the fun part. Knowing their husband was strong enough that he could hold them up and do it, was always noted. Now I was in that club. He got off on having a strong girlfriend, and I got to give him that.

  The naughty website I frequented definitely noted that a mommy having her submissive up against the wall was a gold star position to pull off, but the guy usually had to be seated at the right height for most women to pull it off. I pulled off the full Monty, by holding him up in the corner and delivering the goods that way.

  My thighs burned from the effort, and I would ache and pay for this the next morning. Getting started running would be the worst, then I would loosen up some. Then? Oh god. The after workout shower and bath and day spa. My own private heaven I was creating for myself. I knew I was getting sore to see how great it would be after a real practice or game.

  "Turn around. I wanna see your face while you do it."

  I got a little jolly every time he remembered to address me correctly, to avoid another correction. I smiled watching my little private performance.

  "You can drop the mommy. But keep fucking yourself. This is fun. Hmm. Embarrassing, isn't it. Having your dirty little ass cleaned out. Mommy cleaned you out thoroughly, didn't she?"

  "Yes."

  "We just kept doing it. All that hot, soapy water. Squirted up into your dirty little ass. Plopping that plug into your butt, like a cork. I watched you squirm. Then made you sit. Pulled it out, and heard you empty out. You should be humiliated. Then, we kept doing it. Over and over. So you'd have a squeaky clean ass, when mommy started raping you. You know why? It was for practical reasons, naturally. I was going to ram that thing into you, to get that first one started. Told you, right the fuck in. Can't have you shitting all over my bed. So? A nice, long, hot soapy clean out. Just the thing, to clean a slut's dirty little ass. For a nice, long, hard fucking like you got."

  "But it was for more than that. I don't want to smell you the whole time. Squeaky clean like that, was way better. You think I wanna pull out of your ass when I'm done fucking you, and see slut poop on me? Yuck."

  "But, in the end? Oh, that's right. You like puns. That's a good one. In the end… in your end, I should say… it was also to see your face, getting cleaned out. Over and over. Then hearing you thank mommy, for cleaning your ass out so thoroughly. By the time I'm done with all this? We're going to have all the shame out of you. I'm going to be able to do anything with you in bed when I'm done, with no problems, no questions, no sweet talking you into it. No more shame, for the naughty things we do."

  "Hmm."

  I took my foot, and ran it up and down his chest.

  "Grab that nail file. The big one. There we go. I don't cut my nails, I file them. When you file your nails, instead of cut them? It needs done way more often. If you do it a little bit every day, it takes no time at all. Just like wiping the kitchen down after every snack and meal, so you don't have to scrub everything like hell when you finally need to do it."

  "Feel the waterproof file. There's a rough side, and a smoother side. The rough side, is for quicker work. Like when you let it go. But the smooth side? Is for touching it up every day. You've seen me do it before. Let's get started. Smooth side. Keep it rounded. Be careful, you have to get just nail. No skin and burn me. Gentle… yeah… there you go. Now, do all of them."

  "Not bad for your first time. Be gentle. Be careful. After my foot massage, and I already have you doing the stone? This is getting added to my little spa treatment. I have to care of my feet, wearing those damn soccer spikes every day for practices and games. Or I end up with icky girl feet. You want mommy to keep her cute feet, right? So… take care of them."

  "You always see pictures of farm girls, running around barefoot on some ranch or whatever. That's bullshit. You think I'm running around in animal shit all day, squishing shit between my toes? Fucking disgusting. So no, mommy wore boots on the farm. Like any normal human being. That barefoot shit on the homestead? Its just for pictures and movies. I guess they think the girls look cute like that."

  "I didn't sit around like other girls, brushing my hair, giggling as I tied ribbons in it. Taking care of my feet, so I didn't get ugly feet out of it, was probably one of the only girly things I did when I was young. My work boots were one thing. The mud boots were another thing. Your feet sweat down in these rubber things, and… its just something you have to do when there's deep mud around, or snow. I couldn't wait to get those things off."

  "So, after I got cleaned up and I was in for the night? Yeah, I walked around the house and my room barefoot all the time. You can't live in work boots and rubber boots all day, and not dry out every night. So… that's why you see mommy running around in my bare feet when I'm indoors. I'm not one of those people that go… oh, I just love to be in my bare feet… whee. I think that's silly."

  "And… some women do the same little kid shit, and walk around barefoot outside all day, for BBQs and stuff. Its dirty and disgusting. That's why I have a decent pair of flip flops. So… that's why mommy has cute feet at this stage of the game to give you. Some of the girls in the locker rooms must be zy, and they have yucky feet."

  "You can't come back from ziness. If you don't stone down the callous? You end up with hard things that look like shit. Not to mention, you can get a corn. Then, it starts pushing your toes around, and you're fucked. That's another reason I like the hot soak, not just for being sore."

  "Well. Like I said. Not a bad job for your first time. Hmm."

  I held out one hand at him.