PART FIVE a - Vaquera

  "All right. I'm going to get you ready. Bathroom. You know what's going on. I want you all squeaky clean. Shoo…"

  Since I'd already broke the ice by cleaning him out with hot soapy water before, it wasn't nearly as shocking to him as his first time. Even though he knew what to expect, that didn't mean he wasn't blushing up a storm, all shy and anxious about it. My teasing him and making jokes probably didn't help his nervousness any. In fact, I'm sure it made it worse.

  I know its humiliating for him to have hot soapy water squirted up his bum. Corked, forced to wait, then I pull the string and ugh at his little "explosion". Then, I do it again… and again… and again. My website had a whole section on "Humiliations", and they were ranked by popurity. Forcing anal on your submissive was one of the top rated, and the cleaning out was right behind it. I won't lie. He got more this time, even after I was perfectly sure he was already more than squeaky clean. Its just fun to watch him squirm the whole time.

  Near the end, I had him sitting. His butt cork is the wooden ball with the sturdy cord. I started making him run the cord under the seat and over to me. So I stand back and watch him fidget sitting there, waiting for that mixed relief and embarrassment of me pulling the string. I make him beg for it. This was one of the st several, and I'm ughing and teasing him for extra blushing.

  "So, little boy. You like little word jokes. Puns, right?"

  "Yes…"

  "Got a joke for you, little boy. I'll pull your cork after you hear my little joke. Ready?"

  "Yes mommy. Please…"

  "What do you call an Italian Enema?"

  "I give up…"

  "An innuendo… In, You, End, Oh… and by the way? I know you're going to give it up. You always do. Sluts? Are easy…"

  Then I yanked the string again. After I was done with the extended humiliating fun, I had him wait in the bedroom for me. I got something out of one of my clothes drawers.

  "Mommy has a special treat for her naughty little boy."

  He asked what it is.

  I showed him. The st time I drove to town to pick up cases of cold soft drink cans, I had located something at the junk store that I didn't know what it was, but I knew what I was going to use it for. I had previously cleaned and sterilized it. This was after my trip to the drugstore, the next town over. Where I picked up his special treat. I tossed the weird object onto the bed in front of his face, where he was bent forwards over the foot of the bed for me. I also tossed what looked like a big tube of hand cream next to it.

  "Read it… extra special? Fun lube. I read about it online, forgot about it till now. It has in it, if you read the active ingredients? A shitload of Lidocaine. It's supposed to help numb the inside of your poor little rear end. Apparently, from what I read online? Its also popur, because everyone says it makes an ice cold, tingly, sensation."

  "Okay… so, what's this?"

  He picked it up to examine it. It was a strong and flexible but pencil thin rod of what looked like nylon. It had a rounded ball end though, not much bigger than the pencil thin shaft.

  "Stay bent over. Can't figure out what the one thing has to do with the other, huh? Don't move. I'm dying to show you. Now watch carefully, little boy… you'll love this…"

  He was bent over the foot of the bed, face down. I bent over him, hands in front of his face to show what I was doing. I took my toy, and held it up to the rod with the ball end. I id them side by side, and let him watch as I made a felt tip marker indicator on the rod, just a little longer than my toy. So, going down the toy's length from the ball end, I had a mark. I showed him that the tube of special lube, had a nozzle. I put a little dab on the ball end, and a few dabs every so often up the shaft. Then my hands disappeared, as I held his head down by grabbing his colr and shoving firmly to hold him in pce. He jumped then fidgeted as I slid it slowly up and in, then stroked gently. Full strokes, from ball end on his rabbit hole opening, up to the felt tip mark, and back. Slowly, sensually, several times. I repeated it several times, adding a few additional little squirts of the special lube.

  "Now. Stand up."

  I let him watch, as I cleaned off the applicator on my hand… then gave him several strokes with it.

  "Stay. I want to see your face when it hits you… and if you touch your cock? I'll punish you for it. Stay."

  He was red faced and blushing up a storm, as I watched him get fidgety and wiggling around. I made him describe it to me, to increase his situation and make it worse. He said it felt ice cold, and somehow slightly burning at the same time. He described tingling, pins and needles, and an uncomfortable slight stinging sensation. Every sensation up his rear hit his cock a few seconds ter, and he moaned.

  "Just so you know? First, I'm having fun with you in the shower, and that will take a while, I can assure you of that. Then, after I've fucked you silly out here all over the bed and the whole bedroom? And that will take quite a while too, you can count on it. Think… living room, and you get the picture. But, after all that's over? I'm going to lube your cock up with this stuff, and your dick is going to tingle and drive you wild. And go slightly numb. You're gonna be hard and wet, hornier than usual for a little slut… and it's going to take… forever. I'm going to have you fuck me, exactly how I want? For a while. Then? I'm going to tie you cock side up on the bed, helpless? And ride you while you're all numb and tingly. You, are going to be begging to finish, and its not going to happen for a long time. And? I have another little surprise for you, too. Probably do that tomorrow morning, you'll have to wait to see."

  "You're naughty."

  "I'm more than just naughty, I'm downright rotten. Now, go get the shower ready for me, then report back. Shoo."

  I was in the shower, leaning into the hot waterfall. Tilted forward with my hands supporting me about shoulder width apart. I heard a knock at the bathroom door. I yelled out loud to come in. The door opened and closed. It took forever, but I finally saw them through the gss walls of my big shower. There's no frosting or decoration, just see through gss. You can see who comes in, and you're on dispy in a big aquarium for them. I'm not shy about having my wet, naked body seen. I wanted him to see it. I left the water on but pushed the temporary stop so I could saunter over to the door and slide it over. I stood there with my hands on either side of the big door frame, over my head. Showing off, seeing how shy he was going to be about it. He looked around. Shy, nervous, and blushing. Perfect.

  "Hi. Do you want a towel."

  I just looked at him. He avoided my direct gaze, but had to look me in the eyes eventually.

  "I gave your girlfriend instructions. Did you follow them? You're te. I advise you not to be te again."

  "I was told to come here. Let myself in then lock the door carefully. Put the key on your bedroom dresser, then find you and you would tell me what you want me to do."

  "Well. What are you waiting for."

  "What do you want me to do?"

  "The hell do you think I want you to do."

  "My girlfriend said she owes you some money, and I'm supposed to do what you want me to do, to help pay it off. So, here I am."

  "Well. Here you are. Are we gonna talk all night, or what."

  "Just tell me what you need done. I'll do it."

  I stared at him. Christ, this was going to be fun.

  "Why don't you tell me what you think you're going to do for me, to help pay off what she owes me."

  "Oh. Whatever it takes. I figured cleaning stuff, maybe move some furniture. When you were in the bathroom and I heard water running, I thought I'd be cleaning your bathroom, maybe."

  "Christ. This is just too fucking precious. Let me break this down for you, in bite sized little chunks. So we can get started. Shut up and listen. Your little girlfriend owes me a lot of money, and she can't pay it back. If you don't do whatever I want, you're not going to be able to pay rent. You'll lose all your shit, and you'll both get tossed out into the street, homeless. I know it, you know it, and your girlfriend? Damn well knows it. If you don't mind losing everything. Everything you own, a pce to live, and your girlfriend too, probably… turn around and walk out the door. Otherwise? You're going to do anything I say to do. All night and tomorrow morning. Pick one."

  "She said I had to do it, to help out. I'm here."

  "Do you seriously think, you're here to clean my shower? Move furniture."

  "Well, yeah. What else would…"

  "Shut up. If you end up cleaning the shower? I'll scrub the floor with you. We'll move some furniture a little ter, but… not like you think. Do I have to spell it out for you?"

  "I don't…"

  "I know all about you and your girlfriend. She works for me. You know who I am, I own the agency that she performs for. I know all about you, and her, and what she does for you. Yeah. Like its a big secret, that she's your mommy."

  He blushed.

  "Yeah. She brags to me at work. I know all about it. She smacks your little ass. I've sat around at lunch, bored. Watching pictures and little movies she posts online. You really are a naughty little boy. I also know you like looking at me when you stop in to see her. She told me. I even know she got mad about it, and you got spanked for it. She made you tell her. I heard, you couldn't take your eyes off me. Staring at my legs. I was even told you think I have cute feet."

  "I…"

  "So quit looking around and blushing. I know you like me and have a cute little crush on me. I know you're a naughty boy. I know you've been sent here to pay off her debt. You? Are going to pay off her debt, with your ass. As you can see, I'm not the least little bit… shy. Am I making myself crystal clear?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. I gave your girl instructions. I hope they were followed. I told her to clean your little behind out. Lots of hot, soapy water. Is your butt squeaky clean? I gave her special lube to use on you, to get you ready. I gave her an applicator. Did she use it on you before she sent you over? Answer me."

  "Yes. I thought, that…"

  "I don't care what you thought. But now I'm curious. So tell me."

  "I thought… we were going to… you know, have sex. Then? She forgot about how I was coming over to, do what you wanted…"

  I ughed.

  "Oh. You're starting to get the picture now. So. I'm going to give you instructions. You? Will follow them to the letter. Is that understood?"

  "If I have to."

  "Oh. You have to, and you will. You? Were given to me to use, for my fuck toy. If I like it? You'll get sent over again and again. Until the debt's all paid off. And one more thing."

  "Hmm?"

  "Part of our little agreement? Your girlfriend's mad at you. For staring at me. Running and getting me coffee. Laughing at all my jokes. She asked me to teach you a lesson, since you're here for this anyways. So? Not only am I allowed to do anything I want with you, but I'm doing her a favor by being extra rough on you. I intend to really enjoy that part of the bargain. So. Let's get started."

  "What do you want me to do."

  "Strip."

  He stammered, and I told him he better get moving. He took his clothes off. I made him turn around for me, twice. I made him bend over and grab his ankles, and show me his butt. She was right, I could see tiny marks on his ass. I told him to bend over the sink, and stay there. I grabbed the big thick leather colr off the sink, and buckled it on his neck, and locked the little padlock.

  "You better start listening to me? Right now. See that chair? Bring it in here. Put it behind me, and push it in for me to sit down in here. Do it now."

  He did it.

  "Now. Stand still. I'm going to shave you."

  "I already…"

  "Shut up and do what you're told. Lace your fingers behind your head. Don't move at all…"

  I opened the wicked straight razor slowly. Let him watch me hone it, by carefully running it back and forth, up and down the thick leather strop.

  "I suggest you stand very still for this. We wouldn't want to have a… little accident, would we. Close your eyes, and stand still. Very, very… still."

  I took a jar of my leg shaving cream, and I worked it all around on his private area. He blushed, and he was embarrassed. It was amusing. I stretched out his hard cock, and carefully ran the straight razor down it, shaving him. Then I took off all the hair. I stretched out his testicles taut and ft, and ran the straight razor over them. I left a small patch on his abdomen, just over and touching the base of his shaft.

  "I'm good at this. You see a single drop of blood?"

  "No…"

  "That's because I grew up on a farm. I learned to shave animals. Before…"

  I held the razor below his pulled out package, and he whimpered when he felt me put pressure up and into the base. I was just pressing the dull side up into his clean shaven pouch, but he didn't know that.

  "We had to…"

  I whisked the razor across the base of his package, so he could feel the pressure. He gave a cry, and a whimper. I ughed and told him to look. He gasped when he saw he hadn't been cut.

  "I've done it before, to animals bigger than you, little boy."

  I grabbed his now clean shaven testicles, with a firm grip.

  "Oh. You scared now?"

  He nodded and whined.

  "That's good. You should be. Now… push that button up on the shower head, so the water comes back. Then I want you to get down on all fours, and push all the hair into the drain. You miss one single hair? Well. I wouldn't if I was you."

  I closed the scary straight razor carefully, and put it on the shelf where it belonged. I scooted the chair up to watch him cleaning the floor, scooping water to shovel everything down the drain. When he stood up, I was sitting right there.

  "Stand there. Don't move…"

  I worked the moisturizing cream off of his package, slowly working my hands on his cock and balls. Smooth now. He danced around as I did it, embarrassed he got hard.

  "How's it feel, to be clean down there, little boy."

  "It… tickles, kind of."

  "Now. Let's get this out of the way. On that website? Your mommy, is what we call a nice mommy. She's even really nice for a nice mommy. We call her a sweet mommy. That means she doesn't hurt you much. She has fun pying with you. I've seen her videos. You, all tied up or in handcuffs. She threatens you more than she does anything to you. Smacks your ass a few times. You know that there's other kinds of a mommy out there, right?"

  "Yes."

  "I'm a strict mommy. Very strict. We're going to get this out of the way right now, so there's no misunderstandings between us, the rest of the night. Let me see your wrist…"

  I yanked him over my wet p, in the middle of the big shower. I've done this many times before. Boys think because I'm a girl, then can struggle and pull away. They're always surprised. He was no exception. I bent that wrist behind the small of his back, and yanked it in towards me. His other hand was caught helplessly filing, below the seat and behind the corner leg of the chair.

  "And just where do you think you're going to? Hmm?"

  I swung my leg over his knees, and cinched my thick muscur thighs in tight. Crossing my ankles and preventing any scooting or kicking. He tried, and found out it was useless.

  "Go on. I got you now. Struggle. Find out."

  He pulled and twisted, but he was caught. His wrist yanked snug across the small of his back and drawn in tight, I had him securely. I ughed at him struggling, finding out he couldn't get free. He was finding out he was at my mercy now.

  "I do this all the time. Struggle all you want. It won't help. Now… let me show you how bad it is…"

  I had a free hand, and I tickled him. He squealed and begged, and I did it more. I twisted his arm in tight, and he jumped. I like to set the ground rules, up front.

  "You? Are about to learn your pce when you're here with me. And by the way? Go ahead and cry. They all cry, eventually. Nothing to be ashamed of here. I've heard it all before. I'm about to hear it from you. Now. Time to set the ground rules. I'm done talking…"