The Bet

by Callipygia

Sam makes a bet that has more serious consquences than she could have imagined…

I swear there are guys who will do it. I’m not kidding.

You’re full of shit, I muttered. But she seemed so confident. It was always that way with Jeanna. Everything she said she always said as though it were gospel. She was in my circle of friends sure, but truth be told, I found her a little annoying. It didn’t help that nearly every guy I’d ever met always seemed to work into any conversation they had with me a question or two about freakin’ Jeanna. Thank God for my Mark!

Every guy has their soft spot, Sam. You just need to know how to find it and use it. If you want to, that is. And some guys will gladly let you wrap them around your pinky if you’ll have them. And some of those guys, I swear, are into doing nasty things for a girl. Some of them don’t even need encouragement. She gave a light flip of her auburn hair, and the way it caught the early autumn sunlight, she looked like she should be in a Clairol commercial. I was really beginning to dislike her. I admit the very fact that I couldn’t help noticing her tongue glide absently over her full lips, perfectly colored in a near maroon lipstick. Very distracting, and therefore all the more annoying.

Sure there are. Not normal guys though…

Some of the most normal guys you might ever meet — at least on the surface — can have dark secrets. I can usually tell when I meet a guy though.

Riiiight. And how often does that happen? That you meet a guy who has ‘latent slave tendencies’? I looked away from her so I could stop noticing those mesmerizing lips.

Well, let’s just say I’ve met them, and I’ve dated them. We both know one right now. Someone pretty close to you… I turned back in time to see those green eyes squinting at me. Did I just feel a flutter there? I don’t like this girl, and I’m definitely not gay anyway, so what the hell was that?

I don’t think any guy’s dying to be some girl’s slave, Jeanna. For crying out loud, I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation. Who could we possibly know who according to your brilliant theory is just waiting for some girl to treat him like shit so he can reward her with unflagging worship and loyalty??

Mark.

She’d stated it so flatly. So deadpan. I felt like I’d been hit by a Mack truck! I couldn’t believe she’d even thought about Mark in that sort of light! It was absolute betrayal! Sizing him up as some sort of wacky slave! I definitely didn’t want any other girl checking at my Mark, let alone assessing him for some bogus ‘slave’ quotient, and someone who is supposed to be one of my best friends, no less! The fact she looks like a college-aged Angie Everheart clone wasn’t making it any better, either!

I was so enraged I couldn’t even begin to speak! She clearly saw the look on my face and immediately read my reaction. I was somewhat surprised that she didn’t react with a smirk. In fact, her features softened along with her tone almost at once.

Oh, no, no! she protested soothingly, I wasn’t, I mean, I don’t, I don’t look at Mark that way. No. Please, I’m just saying he’s got the look sometimes. I can just tell. I meant if you wanted to you could—oh crap, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything!

She seemed genuinely sincere, but I was pissed. I was beyond reason at that point. I suppose my own insecurities just really made me overreact. I was in full attack mode at that point. I wanted to make her feel like I did, which was hurt and vulnerable.

You know, I started quietly, dangerously, you think you are just God’s gift to men. That all guys fall all over you and do whatever you wish. They don’t all want to fall at your feet, Jeanna. My tone sounded almost sinister. My voice was a quiet scathing scythe.

Jeanna’s doe-shaped eyes opened wide in surprise and maybe even a little fear. That made me feel slightly better. Sam, come on! she stammered. I’m serious, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m not what you think I am!

Deep down, I suspected she was right. Hell, I knew she was right. She’d never been less than nice or polite to me or anyone I’d known. On the other hand, she was probably the most stunning girl I’d ever met, and sexually spoiled. Guys DID fall at her feet. And unintentionally I guess, she definitely had broken several hearts in the 18 months I’d known her since our freshman year. Most of the guys were dweebs in my book anyway. Good-looking guys every one, but shallow and cocky BMOC types. Not my speed at all.

Except Jeremy. Jeanna had dated Jeremy last spring. Unlike all those other jocks and pretenders, Jeremy was such a sweet heart! He was built like Adonis, but what really made me like him was his gentle smile and the open sincerity in his eyes. He never treated me like the average little sister. He’d never condescended to me, and when he spoke to me I’d never gotten the impression he was just killing time until Jeanna was around. I had nursed a secret crush on him, and had dated him vicariously through Jeanna throughout the Spring semester, and then she’d just dumped him. It seemed pretty unceremonious to me, but I really did not know what had happened. He seemed crushed, and I’d been crushed for him — and for me.

Luckily over the summer, I’d stayed at campus to make extra money working for the school to pay my tuition, and that’s when I’d met Mark. Mark wasn’t the most beautiful boy, but we hit it off very well right from the beginning, and have been dating pretty much since meeting.

So I definitely didn’t need even a suggestion that Jeanna was even a potential factor for Mark. I wasn’t sure I could compete, and therein lie the crux of all my weakness. I really didn’t know what to do to counter Jeanna’s apparent effortless ability to threaten my relationship with Mark, even if she had no such intentions. My own fears and anxiety were getting the best of me, and so, in a moment of human envy and small-mindedness that I’m not proud of, I decided to make up a little lie. Just to hurt her and maybe make her feel for once like maybe she too was vulnerable. It would turn out to be just about the biggest mistake I could make.

You keep wading through guys like they’re toilet paper! I seethed. But not every guy falls for your crap, you know that?

What are you talking about? Jeanna pleaded.

Remember Jeremy? I started.

What about him? she asked, her tone starting to change.

Remember that social last spring where you couldn’t find him for a couple of hours, and you were pissed?

I saw her eyes begin to narrow, her expression begin to steel.

Well, he was with me!

I felt my mistake immediately. I could see by the look in her eyes that my plan worked too well. I knew that I was not only hurting her, but I was setting up Jeremy for undue trouble as well. And the biggest loser was likely to be me, as my bald lie would almost certainly come back to bite me in the ass. But it was simply too late. Like the poor fool who makes the bad decision to run from the cops to avoid a routine traffic ticket, I just couldn’t stop myself.

He WHAT?! she spat. Her eyes had turned to daggers and that beautiful skin over her cheeks had begun to turn crimson. I’d never seen her look so angry. I didn’t even know it was in her! You don’t think some guys are meant to serve? I am guaranteeing you they are! And you know who I’m going to use to prove it to you? She paused to let the obvious sink in for a moment.

Don’t you DARE say it, I screamed.

Oh, yeah. Mark! Your precious Mark!

Shut the fuck up! Mark would never do that! He would never cheat on me anyway! This time it was me who was beginning to plead.

Want to bet? she sneered. For the first time, she actually embodied the personality my insecurities had most feared and had unfairly applied to her: the persona of a beautiful girl who is just totally full of herself because she knows she has the whole world lapping at her feet. I’ll bet you I can make him kneel down before me, and kiss my feet before the week’s out!

That’s crap, Jeanna, he’s not like that!

OK, then put your money where your mouth is! Let’s make a bet! I bet you I can make him my slave within a week! If I’m wrong, I’ll leave Mark — and you — alone for good!

Oh, great! You win and you do what you should be doing in the first place. Not good enough.

OK, I lose and I have to kiss YOUR feet.

And then fuck off for good.

OK, then I’ll ‘fuck off for good’. But if I win, he’s my slave, and you have to kiss MY feet.

Desperate to show that I was not intimidated by her, I found myself opening my mouth before I could even think, and saying, You’re ON!

Let’s up the ante a little bit then, she said coyly, If I win, you have to do anything I can make him do…

I’m incredibly embarrassed to say I felt a completely involuntary jolt of excitement bolt through me. I felt myself moisten, and I was a bit flustered. I just nodded. I swear I felt like she could see right through me as she seemed to smile subtly, almost knowingly.

I lived in mortal fear after that. I was desperate to keep Mark from any possible interaction with her. Luckily they didn’t have any classes together or any other time really when they would be together. Hopefully that would make things easier. The flash of excitement I had inexplicably felt earlier was absolutely absent now. I wasn’t so much focused on winning the bet as making sure I didn’t lose. I just felt my world would come apart if I would lose such a bet.

I stayed close to Mark through the early part of the week. Monday and Tuesday went by with Mark barely being out of sight. But Mark and I both had on-campus jobs that pulled us away. On Wednesday, I had to work in the cafeteria, and Mark worked in the campus book store.

Mark gets off work about an hour and a half or so earlier than I, but I left work about a half hour early because I was so paranoid. I went over to his apartment and let myself in with a key he gave me. I noticed a message on his answering machine. I couldn’t resist. I pushed play…

Hey Mark, this is Jeanna! I was wondering if I could get you to help me out with some of that Microbiology work I have coming up. Sam told me you’re the guy in the know for that stuff. Can we meet me at the library? Shoot me a call on my cell.

I was livid! I didn’t know where to start. I decided I was going to go right to her place and give her a piece of my mind. It’s a long walk across that campus, but I got to the house she was renting a room in in about 5 minutes. It was 2 blocks off the south side of campus. I knocked on her door but there was no answer. I peeked through a window but saw no signs of life.

I don’t know what came over me next, but I just felt I had to get inside there and see if there was — hell I don’t know what I was going to look for! I pulled a credit card out of my purse and easily slipped into the flimsy lock on her door and I was inside. Although there was no one there, I felt oddly obligated to be as quiet as possible. I closed the door as softly as I could and started poking around.

Damn, was she a slob! The bed was unmade and there were dirty dishes in her sink. Presumably worn underwear lie on her floor. I noticed her iMac was on. I went over to the machine and shook the mouse to get it out of sleep mode, when I suddenly heard footsteps outside her door!

Crap! I practically leapt into her closet and pulled the door closed behind me just as I heard the doorknob turn. The closet door had slats through which I could see most of the room pretty clearly. I saw the door open.

Huh! That’s something, I heard Jeanna say, I could have sworn I locked that door.

So this is your place, eh? Not bad! The voice that spoke that crappy lie sounded remarkably familiar… Then I saw Mark. He looked visibly nervous to me but maybe it was my imagination. I wanted to scream but I dare not get caught breaking and entering into a fellow student’s living quarters. Frankly, I was certain it could be grounds for expulsion, or even legal prosecution! My major was pre-law and I guess my studies had made me a bit paranoid. I bit my tongue and stewed as I stared out of the slats, waiting to see the two of them come into view.

I saw Jeanna appear to look right at me in the closet. My heart absolutely stopped as I held my breath. I could feel my knees knocking, but a moment later she turned away, apparently not having seen me. Damn that was way too close, I thought.

I was torn between the grip of fear and rage! On the one hand, I was in absolute terror over finding a way out of her apartment without being caught, and then I would find myself consumed by Mark coming to her place. I couldn’t believe Mark was there!

I’m so glad you let me borrow you for awhile. This Microbiology assignment is killing me!

I heard Mark laugh. Yeah, I know what you mean. It can be kind of tough. A lot of people dropped that class when I took it last year.

I apologize the place is such a mess. I would have cleaned up but I’ve just been so freakin’ busy.

It’s alright, Mark said. You should see my sty sometime.

Maybe I should, she said quietly.

From where I was in the closet, I couldn’t really see the kitchenette area that well — just the table she ate at I guess. But I could see her bathroom and her bed very clearly. Oh SHIT, this was my worst nightmare! If I got caught in that closet, oh shit shit shit! I was in a near panic attack.

Oh, what’s this? I heard Mark ask. He seemed a bit nervous. I couldn’t see what he was talking about.

Oh that’s what I wore to a Halloween party last fall. Actually it was really embarrassing to wear. The back is cut pretty high and it kept riding so it was practically like wearing a thong. You’re supposed to wear nylons under it. I felt like my ass was hanging out there for all to see.

Mark laughed nervously. I swear it looked like he was blushing. Was it cold? he asked. Even I could tell the question was lame.

No, but it wasn’t easy showing the world my fat ass!

I had to bite my tongue. If Mark took that obvious bait and said anything right then I think I would have snapped. In a way, I knew he couldn’t fall for something that bald. Jeanna was built like a Penthouse Pet, and everybody knew it. To her credit, she didn’t often dress provocatively, but whenever she did decide to display the goods, she would always stop the show. Luckily, Mark didn’t say anything.

Unfortunately, Jeanna was a just a bit more persistent than that.

I take by your silence, you don’t want to insult me. It’s OK, I know it’s fat.

Apparently that was all Mark needed. Actually, Jeanna, your butt’s pretty nice.

Oh, right. Stop teasing me. I know some people think I’m pretty, but nobody’s ever had anything good to say about THIS caboose.

I could not see Jeanna, so I don’t know what gesture accompanied that comment, but I could see Mark, and this time his face clearly turned bright red. Frankly, if I could have seen my own face, I’m pretty sure it would have been red too. Jeanna was so full of shit! She stood 5’ 7” and couldn’t have weighed more than 115 lbs. A lot of it was in her butt, but that was a good thing. She was a slim girl with a very full, round ass, and she KNEW it.

The question is did Mark know she knew it? Was he on to her scam? I guessed I was going to find out, and fear gripped my heart.

You’re so full of shit, Jeanna! I thought I’d heard myself speak and my heart stopped until I realized the words were Mark’s and not mine. He surprised me and I was delighted. I almost let out a little yelp of happiness and gave away my hiding place in the closet, but somehow I manage to stifle myself.

Ah, maybe you’re right! said Jeanna, and she laughed easily. What was the girl up to? She basically just admitted she was bull-shitting him. I couldn’t figure out her game.

I saw Mark’s face return to its original color. He visibly relaxed.

Actually, I’m so used to guys trying to kiss my ass, sometimes I get a little tired of it, she said. Somehow, and I don’t know how, she managed to say it without sounding arrogant. Maybe it was because she just sounded so genuine. I can’t figure out why guys are so into it.

Into what? Mark looked puzzled. I admit I think she lost me a bit at that point too.

Kissing ass! she said, and chuckled. I’m not kidding! I don’t think I ever met a guy who didn’t want to kiss my ass!

Well, do you mean that figuratively or literally? Mark probed. My jaw dropped and I just gawked at him.

Both, I guess, Jeanna replied. Guys seem to always be kissing a girl’s ass, figuratively that is, to get into her pants. Every girl knows that. But I guess I mean more literally. I’ve met an awful lot of guys who seem to think nothing of putting their mouth in… She seemed to almost grow shy for a moment. …well, let’s just say, a lot of guys I know want to do some pretty nasty things.

Jeanna moved and now I could finally see her face. She sat on her bed. They just sat in silence for a few moments. Then Jeanna broke the quiet.

Well, enough about that. Are you hungry? I figure we can order some pizza or sandwiches or something and then get started.

OK, that’s cool. What do you want?

Hey, you know what? I know a great place in town that does sushi and will deliver. You like?

Sushi was Mark’s favorite food! Damn, how’d she know that? I’m sure she must have figured it out somehow.

Awesome! I’d like a rainbow roll and a couple pieces of salmon.

You like the pink stuff, eh? she ribbed, giggling. What’d I tell you about guys…

Mark laughed but he apparently couldn’t think of anything to say. Jeanna ordered the food and then cleared off her kitchenette table and laid out her books. As she was pulling her stuff out of her backpack, a paper fell out onto the floor. It landed at Mark’s feet. He picked it up to hand to her, but stopped to read the title first.

‘Doms and Slaves: A Study of Male Submissiveness’? he read aloud.

Yeah, that’s for my Human Sexuality course.

I can see that, Mark answered.

It’s the only easy class I have this semester. It’s very interesting though. I’ve discovered fascinating things.

Human Sexuality, though? Doesn’t strike me as something you’d need to take a course in, Mark said. Another stupid remark.

What’s that supposed to mean? Jeanna challenged.

I don’t know, I—

I think Jeanna was just testing Mark. She seemed a little pleased with his flustered tone. Well, it's a real course, smart ass, she said. The human behavioral science aspect of it really fascinates me.

Well, I guess that was a bit of a dumb thing to say. I’m sorry. Mark stammered. Anyway, what’s your paper about?

Jeanna’s tone softened somewhat. Well, it’s a little about what we were talking about before. A female who knows what she’s doing can get a man to do almost anything she wants. My research shows that many men have secret fetishes of submissiveness. Why do you think the black leather-clad dominatrix is such a common icon in erotica? Lots of theories abound about why this submissive tendency is so prevalent. I’m leaning toward the notion that since nature built you guys bigger and stronger, it’s nature’s way of sort of keeping things in check. You’ve been ingrained with this weakness for woman because otherwise you would simplify dominate outright.

Jeanna was feeding Mark the same exact bullshit she was feeding me when this whole thing began. So it was all about a damn paper then…

You really believe most men are submissive? I mean I know there are freaks everywhere but I don’t think that’s the norm. Good for you! You GO, Mark!

Most men don’t even know they have submissive feelings, they—

Just then the sushi guy rang the doorbell. Mark gave Jeanna money and Jeanna paid the delivery guy. They set up their dinner on the table and began to eat. Something about just watching them together really irritated me. Plus my legs were beginning to get tired.

I decided to kneel down and take a load off. I carefully knelt down and began to relax when suddenly I realized something had snagged on me somewhere and a sweater hanging in the closet fell down on me. The sweater made no sound, but the hanger made the slightest clanging noise! Both of them shot a look over to the closet and once again I felt that sensation that Jeanna was staring right at me.

A moment passed. And then they went back to the sushi.

So, you were saying something about most men not knowing they’re submissive? Mark reminded Jeanna.

Oh yeah. Most guys are completely oblivious to their submissive feelings.

Well, then how would they ever know?

Well, OK. Want to find out if maybe you’re a closet submissive? she asked looking at him as she popped a piece of California roll into her mouth. There was a little smile on her face that just sent a chill down my spine.

OK, I’m game, Mark said and my heart sank.

OK, have you ever had a hard time talking to a girl before?

Sure, but what guy hasn’t? Exactly, I thought.

Most have, and that’s my point! Jeanna stated triumphantly.

Aaah, I don’t think proves much of anything, Mark answered. I felt like I was falling in love with him!

But it does! A lot of submissiveness stems from simply wanting something too much. Or wanting something you feel you can’t have, and being willing to submit to another’s will to get it. Let’s get back to the talking to girls thing for a moment. Is it more difficult talking to a beautiful woman than an average one? Have you ever stammered or broken into a sweat around a really pretty girl?

Maybe. But I’m talking to you just fine, and you’re gorgeous!

But somehow his comment seemed to underscore her point. He began to look nervous, not confident. And the admission of her beauty — obvious though it may have been — still seemed somehow embarrassing. Almost obsequious.

OK, fine. But I’m going to ask you some questions. Some of them are going to be very outrageous and very forward, but remember, I’m only asking to test if you have any hidden submissiveness in you.

Shit, I thought. Don’t they have some fucking Microbiology to do?!

Now Mark, look into my eyes as I ask you this. He turned toward her. Now I’m going to ask you a hypothetical question. This is not a real proposition. But I want you to pay careful attention to how you react to it. What if I told you that what I really wanted out of bringing you here was not to study Microbiology at all but to have you DO my Microbiology paper for me, and that I was willing to exchange a sexual favor for that service.

Mark blanched. My palms had never been so sweaty.

See, I’m already getting a reaction, but I’m sure you’re going to say that that’s natural; of course, you’re going to be intrigued by a proposition like that. OK, so let’s make it more interesting. What if I told you the sexual favor I had in mind was I’d let you go down on me. Now I know you would never want to cheat on Sam, so let’s take her out of the equation. Now just imagine you are single so there are no hindrances, and I make the offer to let you go down on me if you do my paper. Think about that for a second. Would you WANT to do it?

Mark’s eyes grew wide and his jaw opened. He looked panicked and lost. He seemed at a loss for words. She had painted such a rich visual, at least in my head, that I answered for him in my head, YES!

Apparently, she didn’t need to hear his answer to know what it was either.

OK, forget that for just a moment… she started.

No, let me answer, Mark said, surprising us both, I think. Yes I probably would. Very much so. But lots of guys like to go down on girls — and vice versa.

Perhaps, but don’t you see going down on someone as the more submissive role?

I don’t know. Maybe. I guess. But he didn’t sound any more convinced than I was feeling.

So if you’re already the one doing the favor, that is doing my Microbiology paper, why would doing me another favor, that of performing oral sex on me, be an acceptable ‘payment’? Don’t answer that, just think about it for a bit. She seemed to have a point, sort of, but it seemed real weak to me, which is exactly how I felt when she and I had had this discussion nearly a week ago.

I dunno, replied Mark, Sounds kind of weak to me. I beamed and blew a kiss at him from inside the closet.

OK then, let’s paint a different scenario. What if I said that for doing my paper, I’d repay you by… letting you kiss my ass? Be honest!

This time, no answer. Mark’s silence dragged on until it was absolutely deafening. I saw the slightest hint of a smile curl on Jeanna’s lips.

Alright, never mind kissing my ass for the moment, Jeanna said, the ironic smile on her face broadening slightly. Here’s another question then, and I think this one is very revealing. You’ve already admitted you’d go down on a girl as a way of having her repay a favor to you. When you do this for her, would you prefer that she lie on her back or her stomach? In other words, does she face you in what some would feel is a more traditional position, or does she face away from you? Take a moment to see it in your mind first and really think about it; it may not have even occurred to you before. I want you to think in terms of what you find more arousing.

Mark’s face was bright red. He looked as though he might want to leave right then.

Jeanna cooed, Is it better if she lies back with her legs akimbo, looking down at you while you lick her, or is it better if maybe she lies on her tummy, arches her back a little bit, pushing her ass into your face?

Mark opened his mouth, and for a moment nothing came out. He looked dry. Then, Honestly? Probably on her belly, but maybe that’s because it seems kinkier somehow.

Aha! Jeanna cried triumphantly. 90% of guys who answer that way are submissive. Think about it! If she is facing away from you, she’s more separated from you, like she’s turning her back on you, and she is literally making you sniff her, well you know where, while you pleasure her. It’s a much more submissive position for an already submissive activity.

I guess you’re right.

You know I’m right, don’t you, she said, and she reached over and touched his arm. The submissive always knows. For the record, generally speaking, if the thought of sticking your face in someone else’s ass seems like fun for you, then you just might have a teensy little submissive streak in you, she said condescendingly, squinting her eyes while pinching her thumb and forefinger together. Don’t worry though, it’s very normal, and much more common than you think. Nature intended it that way. You may not have wanted to acknowledge it, but you really do want to serve a woman, and you know it.

Mark just nodded, but he seemed almost depressed.

Jeanna seemed so self-assured about her little theories. It was annoying! But the look on Mark’s face confirmed her every word. My heart was sinking fast. She was clearly right about him. I don’t know why I didn’t catch onto it myself. I guess my own insecurities just got in the way.

The only real question, Jeanna continued, is how bad do you have it.

What do you mean?

Well, how strong is your submissiveness? For most guys, their submissive streaks just make them want to please a woman in bed. This type of guy always wants to be sure she has a good time, often by ensuring she comes before he does.

Well, that’s me, Mark said. And I knew, that WAS him. He did not seemed too pleased, however.

That can be a very good thing, Jeanna soothed. Some guys want more than to simply please their partners, though. These guys have more extreme forms of submissiveness. For them, it is not enough to merely make the girl feel good; they want the girl to make them feel bad.

You mean like the whole whips and chains thing? Definitely not my bag.

Well, actually there are many forms of extreme submission, including classic masochism, which is what you’ve just described. Body worship is a real common one.

Body worship?

Sure! That’s where you worship a girl’s body, usually in nasty or degrading ways, in keeping with the submissive theme. Foot fetishists are a type of body worshipper. Tell me, what’s your favorite part of a woman’s body?

Mark paused for a moment, but I sensed it was only because he did not want to appear to be answering too quickly.

Ummmm… Probably her butt. Mark admitted. He looked sheepish. I knew he wasn’t lying.

What do you like about it? What do you want to do with it? Are you a spanker? Do you like anal sex?

Those things sound OK, but I guess I’m more oral…

OK, what’s that mean? You want to kiss, maybe lick? Down there?

Mark just looked down and nodded. He looked resigned, like the fugitive who when finally caught by the cops knows the jig is up.

Exactly. Sounds like you’re a body worshipper to me. Very common. Normal even. Again, I believe nature intended it that way.

Nature intended it that way, Mark echoed. How? Why? What do you mean? He sounded tortured, as though Jeanna was digging up something that had troubled him for a long time, like a secret guilt.

Well, look at you, Jeanna exclaimed, but I don’t think either Mark or I knew what she was getting at. How tall are you?

About 5’ 10”. What’s your point?

And what do you weigh? Jeanna asked ignoring him.

Around 185. Jeanna what are you trying to say?

Well, wouldn’t you agree that you are way bigger than me, way bigger than most women? You could snap me in half!

Jeanna! I would never do anything like that! Mark cried.

Exactly! Jeanna responded. I was so tired of hearing her utter that word. You would never use your size advantage against me. In fact, your natural inclination is actually to serve, as we’ve already established. Your submissive feelings are part of nature’s balance of power. You have physical size and strength. I have beauty and your submissiveness. Balance, see?

For this first time, her theory began to make real sense to me. For his part, Mark may have been seeing the same thing, but mostly he just looked distressed.

So you see, Jeanna said with just a hint of irony in her voice, your desire to kiss my ass is the natural order of things. It’s perfectly normal. It’s the way things are supposed to be…

I was beginning to feel a little queasy. She was actually making some sense. Too much sense. I felt in my heart-of-hearts that Mark’s loyalty to me would never allow Jeanna to win this bet — that’s part of what always made him so attractive to me — but I had to admit I was feeling a little concerned. After all, here he was in a very beautiful girl’s apartment, and she did appear to have his number. I somehow felt like she might have mine too.

I’ve been reading though that some guys… Jeanna said with a hushed tone that sounded almost conspiratorial, some guys, have very strong submissive streaks and will do amazing things. One expert I’m reading now even theorizes that even the mildest submissive can yield to very extreme submissive behavior given the proper stimulus. According to her, it’s actually quite easy to push someone like that’s buttons, so to speak, and apparently turn them into an utter slave.

Jeanna paused for a moment as though waiting for a response, but Mark seemed too introspective at the moment to say anything, so she continued.

Do you have any… Jeanna searched for the right words, nasty submissive fantasies? You know like, have you ever had a fantasy where you are peed on or made to lick a woman when she’s dirty, anything like that?

Mark snapped out of his self-absorbed state and turned to Jeanna with a look of utter shock. I have to admit I too was taken aback by Jeanna’s shockingly blunt question.

This is way personal, Jeanna! Mark responded. Like NOW was suddenly a time to put the brakes on, I thought!

Come on! It’ll be our little secret. You can tell me. You can tell me anything. ANYTHING! I promise… Think of this as just field research for my paper!

Riiiight. Like he’s going to fall for that crap, I thought. But her ploy worked.

Well, sometimes.

Sometimes what?

Sometimes I think about maybe being peed on, and some other things. I know it’s disgusting. Please don’t say anything to anyone! Jeanna was looking more and more like a total genius. Her theories about men’s natural submissiveness were now making sense, and most importantly, she had been totally right about Mark.

It’s not disgusting, Mark! You know some girls would die to have a guy like you! Sammie’s one lucky girl, she continued. It’s not every girl who gets a guy who likes to be treated like a total slave! And I’ll bet you treat her like royalty too, right?

Actually, I don’t think she has the slightest clue about this side of me, Mark responded. He seemed positively down. I was simply shocked by these revelations.

Oh, come on! You haven’t let her know?

I don’t think she would understand. Frankly, I’m not sure I do, Mark said.

Well, I understand, Mark. You know when I first knew — I mean really knew — that you had a submissive side?

What the hell was she talking about? Weren’t we all just making these discoveries ourselves just now?

When? I figured it was right now. Mark looked eager to find out the answer to that question, and frankly I was too.

Do you remember last homecoming? When we were putting together that float for the parade?

Mark nodded. I remembered it too, but I had no idea where she was going with this.

Remember you were helping with the front of the float, with all those damn plastic flowers we were trying to staple on? Well, I was leaning over the float trying to tack the flowers on to the high part of the front, and you were handing me the flowers remember? Suddenly I had a little unexpected attack of gas; I guess it was all the soda and pizza, I don’t know. But as embarrassed as I was to pass wind right in front of you, when I looked over my shoulder to see if you noticed, I saw that your face was right there at my butt. I didn’t say anything, and you were so intent on my backside that you didn’t even notice that I was looking at you.

Mark’s face turned bright red. I myself felt too shocked by the story to even respond.

And that’s when I caught you… Jeanna said.

I’m so freakin’ sorry! Mark practically cried out.

For what? Jeanna challenged.

For staring at your butt, I guess.

I wasn’t actually all that surprised that you were staring at my ass, Mark. You ARE a guy after all. No, what I caught you doing was… Jeanna stopped to lick her lips, …was sniffing. I just farted, and there you are with your face mere inches from my ass and you’re sniffing!

Jeanna waited for a response, but there was none forthcoming from Mark any time soon. He looked like he wanted to simply shrink under the table.

I was thinking what a freak! Sorry! Jeanna had a huge smile on her face. But you know what? As weird as I thought it was, I also thought it was the hottest thing. I thought, a guy who sniffs your farts? Awesome! I thought that was just incredible, in a real good way. You just blew me away. I just thought of all the possibilities… Jeanna looked lost in her own thoughts for a moment.

Anyway, Jeanna continued lightly, that’s when I just knew, KNEW you were a closet submissive. I’ve often looked for signs that you might feel that way toward Sam, but I never really saw anything. Maybe you only feel that way toward me, I can’t tell.

The shockwaves of this bombshell continued to reverberate around the room. Both of them had stopped eating a while ago. Mark began to gather up his books.

Hey, what are you doing? Jeanna protested. I still need help with this Microbiology!

I’m really sorry, Jeanna, Mark whimpered. I can’t imagine what I might say. I feel like such a loser.

Well, don’t. I told you it’s normal. This is what my whole paper is about. The truth is, my whole paper is about you.

I can’t imagine.

It’s true! To be honest, I thought it was weird but somehow very sweet. I mean, here I am mortified that I just farted, but you’re back there sticking your face in my ass and sniffing! That’s quite the ego stroke, there Markie! I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I became very curious. I started looking for material about it — real clinical discussion, not simple porn — and before I knew it, I’m researching this paper. I thought it was amazing what you did, and in spite of the part of me that thought it was kind of gross, mostly I thought it was pretty cool. Especially to be on my end. Imagine the state you’ve had me in. All this time I’ve been dying to find a guy pretty much exactly like you.

Now it all came together. It all made perfect sense! No wonder Jeanna was so eager to take on this bet! She knew she would win! She wanted to justify getting in this exact position, where she was seducing my boyfriend with sexual fantasies he might not have even known he had. Because she found out quite by accident that he had an Achilles Heel. And maybe the worst part was that it wasn’t like she was hot so much for Mark as for what he might be willing to do — for her!

No, I change my mind. The worst part was how I was reacting. In spite of my anger, I felt myself begin to get wet. I couldn’t quite figure out if it was because I was projecting myself into her role in her story or if I was thinking about doing those very things for her myself.

You really liked that? Mark queried cautiously.

God, I loved it! It made me feel nasty in a hot sexy way, but really it just made me feel so beautiful, so sexy, so desired! The more I thought about it, the more I became determined to find that for myself. I really want a slave of my own…

Jeanna giggled, but it was clear she was serious.

And you’re not freaked about by the dirty stuff? You really like it nasty like that??

Well, that day at the float… I didn’t do it on purpose, but the net result was I FARTED RIGHT IN YOUR FACE! I found that I liked the thought of you having to smell it. Once I found out you were into it that is. It never occurred to me that someone could actually want to be farted on. I began having fantasies around that incident like you wouldn’t believe. Then my curiosity was really peaked, and I decided to see what I could find out about that kind of behavior — both yours and mine. During my research, I discovered a whole world out there that we only vaguely reference in popular culture. There’s a whole group of guys who relish humiliation at the hands of a woman, preferably a strong — and beautiful — woman. Guys who will do the nastiest, most degrading things you can imagine. And there are women who will happily take full advantage of that little character flaw, I found, although they are far rarer than their submissive counterparts, and are therefore very highly prized. Some of these guys would just die for a woman who will happily let them grovel at her feet while she treats him like shit, especially if she happens to be gorgeous…

You mean like you.

Well, yeah like me. You want to hear a confession? God I can’t believe I’m telling a guy this.

Mark just nodded, now completely intimidated into silence it seemed like.

My favorite way to get off, I mean, what really makes me come big is when a guy goes down on me… …from behind!

From behind, Mark repeated, finally breaking his silence.

Yes, from behind, just like we talked about before. I lay on my stomach, and he sucks on me from behind. I arch my back and he services me, well my pussy, while sticking his face in my ass. That is such a kick! It feels really good too. It’s like your tongue can just reach around perfectly from that angle. Meanwhile you have to sniff my ass the entire time you’re eating me out and getting me off! See what I mean by nasty?? The smile on her face seemed unnaturally huge. She was like the cat who knew she’d caught her canary.

Yeah, I do, Mark said quietly.

Oh geez, I’m sorry! How rude of me to be talking so graphically about this to you. You must think I’m a real pig!

No, not at all. You sound like a dream to me, Mark said, but he sounded mostly glum. I can’t believe there’s a woman out there like you. I love hearing what you have to say about this. Personally, I would love to do for a girl what you just described…

You know what? Jeanna nearly whispered, like she was telling a secret. You’re going to think this is totally sick, but sometimes when I’m coming while a guy does that, I fantasize about farting right in his face, or better yet right into his mouth while he kisses my ass! Jeanna’s voice had taken on a husky sound I’d never heard before. She sounded like an incredibly sexy incubus! I was so turned on I forgot I was supposed to be pissed!

I keep thinking of you kissing my ass, you know in the nastiest part, and I mean like, well, French-style, you know what I mean? While I fart.

I’d love to let you fart in my face, Jeanna! Mark blurted out.

Jeanna laughed and clasped a hand over her mouth as if in surprise! Even though Jeanna’s story made his confession no real surprise, I too was taken aback by the sheer bluntness and unvarnished passion in his voice. Somehow, it brought me suddenly back to earth. I was now livid, but I could do nothing but bear witness to Mark volunteering to cheat on me with my worst rival!

Jeanna got her initial outburst under control and pulled her hand from her mouth. Hmmmmm, she said, you would huh? What about Sam?

Mark just sat there in silence for a few moments and then simply repeated, I’d let you fart in my face, Jeanna. Anytime you wanted. Whenever you wanted.

Are you serious?? How about in your mouth??? Jeanna lead him.

Mark just nodded.

That’s amazing… Jeanna mused almost absently. How about this? How about if I let you go down on me and in the middle of licking my pussy, I told you I had to go to the bathroom. Would you let me go right there?

Mark looked puzzled for a moment. You mean while I was licking you? he offered tentatively.

Well sort of. I was thinking of you letting me pee in your mouth… Jeanna stated. She had started leaning in toward Mark. My heart, despite being stunned into disbelief, began to ache even more.

Mark mirrored Jeanna’s body language and began leaning toward her. OK, he said, and she closed the gap between them. And then my heart was crushed like a piece of crumpled paper as she kissed him full on the mouth. Mark, to my dread, responded with a passion I didn’t know he had in him. They began making out right in front of me.

Jeanna broke their lip lock and repeated, Right in your mouth…

Mark responded, Mmmmm hmmmm… and they began kissing again.

Jeanna broke from him again and asked, Will you swallow? Do you think you’ll get sick?

Mark answered, Yes, maybe, I don’t care. They began sucking face again. Jeanna broke the kiss and said, I wonder what it would feel like to have my ass licked. Are you good at it?

I don’t know, I suppose… came Marks response. Perhaps he didn’t know but I did; he was good at it. Very good.

Well, let’s see, said Jeanna, and she reached down and picked up a piece of California roll and handed it to Mark. Let’s pretend this is my asshole, she said nearly whispering, and let’s say it’s dirty and needs to be… She paused as she seemed to struggle with how to phrase what she wanted to say, like maybe she didn’t want to be too graphic or direct. …let’s just say, I need to be wiped. Show me how you would do that. I want to see what it would look like if I let you lick my ass.

Mark held the food up to his mouth and kissed it. It wasn’t a little peck either. It was a prolonged, surprisingly romantic kiss. Then he pulled his lips away and pressed his nose into it and sniffed. This brought a giggle from Jeanna. Then he stuck his tongue out and began to sensuously caress the sushi. Jeanna, fascinated, began to lean in until their faces were almost touching. I wanted to do the same thing from where I was. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

That’s it, sweetheart! Lick my ass. Show me how much you want to clean it, how much you want to taste that.

Mark began to push his tongue into the ring of the California roll, and then he squeezed it. I piece of crabmeat popped out of the roll, and he lapped it up, slowly chewed it and swallowed. It was so graphic and dirty, and it made feel like I was about to cum. Jeanna reached and guided what was left of the food into Mark’s mouth and watched as he greedily ate it.

Jeanna reached down to his pants.

Oh WOW! I see you’re really enjoying the sushi! Jeanna laughed.

Mark didn’t seem to care what Jeanna was doing. His hands began roaming all over her body. I saw him cup one breast and dip his head down to kiss her visibly hardening nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. His other hand slid seductively down her back until it rested on the seat of her jeans.

I imagined as I watched Mark knead Jeanna’s ass that Mark was indeed fantasizing about kissing her ass at that moment. My panties were soaked. My anger seemed to fade a bit into defeat at that moment. There was nothing I could do except embrace the fact that the two of them were turning me on.

Mark and Jeanna had pulled their chairs out enough that they were basically facing each other at that point. Jeanna stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. As the blouse flapped open, it was clear she was wearing no bra. Mark kissed and lick the nipple he’d paid attention to before, and then began kissing down over her belly.

Jeanna lifted her hands up, clasped them together in a long cat-like stretch over her head and then let them rest on her head. The effect was to create a posture that thrust her chest forward and her ass out. The open blouse revealed an impossibly perfect midsection that Mark could not seem to resist kissing. He worked his way down to her belly button, and then unsnapped her jeans and began to kiss down to her underwear.

Then Jeanna turned away from him, brushed the books and food aside from her table, and then leaned on her elbows down on the table, all the while straightening her knees and thrusting her butt out toward Mark. Mark needed no further hints, and he immediately tugged on her jeans until they came off. He knelt down behind her. From that angle, her butt cheeks made a perfect heart shape, over which I could see Mark’s eyes. He stared intently at what was directly in front of him.

Jeanna reached back and snaked a finger under her thong and clasped her right butt cheek. She appeared to be pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing the inside of her nether crack to Mark. I could not see what he was seeing, but he gasped with what sounded like awe at her nudity.

My asshole’s pretty cute, isn’t it? she purred teasingly.

Mark looked absolutely mesmerized. It’s just beautiful, he sighed. He literally looked like he’d fallen in love!

I had to admit, she really was unbelievably gorgeous. It just wasn’t fair that any mortal could be that beautiful!

Why don’t you kiss it then? she giggled.

I could not see exactly what he was doing back there, but I had a pretty good idea; I could hear obscene lip smacking noises. Then I saw Mark reach up and take the thin strip of fabric of Jeanna’s thong from her hand and slide it slowly down off of her ass. Then he buried his face in her ass, and I could barely make out the tip of his nose at the top of her ass crack.

You know, while you’re busy slobbering all over it, you DO know that I shit with that thing, right? Jeanna mocked. But Mark was too lost in worshipping her ass at that point to respond.

While Mark practically looked cross-eyed as he studied her ass, I suddenly became aware that Jeanna’s eyes appeared to be staring right at me through the slats of her closet. The sensation that she was looking right into my eyes was overbearing. She appeared to have a little smirk on her face.

Mark, Jeanna said. She waited a moment and then she repeated Mark! Still no response. Mark seemed to be in another world. MARK! she nearly shouted, and he finally separated his face from her ass for a moment. Do you want to sniff it or eat it? she asked.

Mark looked up at her with confusion.

I have to fart! she explained.

My head was truly reeling. I couldn't believe it had come to this so quickly. Mark seemed to ponder the obscene question. How could he even be considering any options here???

Eat it, Mark finally concluded, and as he said those words, I heard other words echoing in my head at that very moment, as though in a perverse sort of epiphany. I heard Jeanna’s voice, faintly, hauntingly: ‘Let’s up the bet a little bit then,’ she had said coyly, ‘If I win, you have to do anything — ANYTHING — I can make him do…’

Now my mind was spinning. I desperately wanted to shout out, NO!!! But I couldn’t! I didn’t want to be expelled for B&E! Holy shit! The thought of kneeling down behind that bitch, that beautiful bitch and now my now worst rival ever, and allowing her to basically fart in my mouth while I licked her ass was simply the most disgusting, degrading, humiliating, mortifying, soul-crushing thing I could image at that moment. I felt completely demoralized and defeated…

…and yet, my pussy seemed to like the idea! I was incredibly wet. I so wanted to stroke myself. Was everything betraying me? My boyfriend, my own body!?!?

Before I could recover from this revelation, I saw Mark bury his face in Jeanna’s ass again. This time his face was a little higher; I could see more of his nose. And just as my pussy had betrayed me, so now was my mind, because I couldn’t stop it from figuring out that what was happening was that Mark had opened his mouth and positioned it directly over her asshole, waiting for the foul gift of her gas, and that before he had been busying himself with licking her pussy and most likely her clit! The cruel visualization of these fine details could not be banished! I was dying! And yet I was so turned on!

God, it feels soooo good to have your ass sucked on, quipped Jeanna, especially when you’re about to do this…

A smug, self-satisfied grin spread across Jeanna’s face as she closed her eyes, threw her head back, and arched her back, soaking in the moment. She looked positively stunning as she thrust her amazingly perfect ass into Mark’s face. An ass that perfect deserved to be sucked on I thought. Then finally came a quiet but clear blast of muffled flatulence, and I realized Mark had just tasted his first sampling of anal wind from Jeanna’s ass. He seemed to cough as though he might be choking on the stench of it, but his mouth never left his abuser's asshole. Hell, it looked like he never even closed his mouth, as if he could hardly wait for her to cut some more cheese down his throat. I felt myself fold inwardly in utter defeat. My eyes dropped down into the darkness of Jeanna’s closet floor, and I was at least spared having to witness any more of one of my former best friend’s farting in my soon to be former boyfriend’s mouth after he sucked her pussy.

Jeanna opened her eyes again and seemed to look over toward the closet I was in. As I looked at Jeanna’s face again, I was once again struck by that uncanny feeling that she was staring right at me in her closet, as though she knew I were there…

Sam, I heard. Sam! Come out of there. I know you’re in there!

It was Jeanna’s voice. I was now yanked out of my misery into a state of sheer panic. My head shot up and I saw Jeanna clearly staring at me in the closet. It had NOT been my imagination. Mark was maybe more shocked than I was. He jumped up as if struck by a strong electrical charge. He almost fell back away from Jeanna’s bared bottom.

What the f— I heard him say.

But Jeanna just calmly continued, Come on Sammie. Come out!

Reluctantly, and with absolute trepidation gripping my heard, I side-stepped from behind the closet door into plain view. Jeanna did not move at first, perfectly content to have her pants down in front of both Mark and I.

Well, well, well, I think we have ourselves a loser, Jeanna taunted.

What’s going on here? Mark demanded weakly. He could look neither myself nor Jeanna in the eye.

Your girlfriend bet me that I couldn’t turn you into my slave in one week, Jeanna said, her eyes never leaving me. But, ummmmm, I bet if she were to come over here right now and smell your breath, I think she’d have to concede that she has indeed lost. Big time! Jeanna giggled cruelly.

Our mutual mortification was so great, I couldn’t even be mad at Mark at that moment. I looked at him with sympathy. He looked like a lost child.

Go ahead, continued Jeanna, Go over there and sniff his breath. Tell me what you smell… Jeanna was all smiles.

Fuck off! I said.

Oh really? Jeanna said, And what do you suppose campus security would have to say about you hiding in my closet?

Shit, she so had me. I was faced with a dilemma. If I defied Jeanna, I would most certainly be ending my educational career. At least at this school. On the other hand, if I made good on this bet, I was going to have to lick my enemy’s ass and let her — oh Shit! Shit! Shit! And let her — not to mention endure knowing my boyfriend’s mouth was already right there! FUCK!

Still it would all come out to everyone on campus what had happened anyway, and I would suffer almost as much humiliation from that — more in a way! Unless I could appease Jeanna, and get her to keep her mouth shut, which might not happen no matter what I did. Getting expelled suddenly began to seem like not such a bad idea. Maybe I could just quit. Oh shit, this sucked! I had no idea there could be this much at stake in this stupid shitty bet!

I simply couldn’t bear everyone knowing how badly I’d been beaten AND getting tossed out of my school on my ass. I just couldn’t! I had to gamble that Jeanna could be made to be reasonable. I had to take a chance…

So I walked over to Mark slowly. He recoiled as though he feared I was going to punch him. It was a valid fear, but I didn’t. Instead, I leaned over to him, and sniffed his mouth. It was ripe with the smell of hot pussy and rank ass! It was disgusting and yet intoxicating all at once. I was compelled to do this by circumstances, but it was not lost on me that Mark was choosing to comply with Jeanna’s outrageous demands. He owed her nothing, but now he appeared to be her voluntary slave. I could not believe how right she had been about everything all along.

Kiss him, Jeanna ordered.

I pressed my lips stiffly to his. His mouth, like mine, was tightly sealed.

No, no, no, Jeanna laughed. French him!

Feeling my stomach turn, I pressed my lips back to Mark and opened my mouth. I could taste Jeanna’s pussy and ass for the first time. I swear I could make out just a hint of her fart on his breath when he exhaled. I stuck my tongue out and licked Mark’s tongue. I just couldn’t get used to the fact I was tasting another woman in my boyfriend’s mouth. Still, the taste was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. With no other choice but to go with the flow, I stopped resisting my own urges and began kissing Mark like I had never kissed him before. Ever.

Jeanna looked amused, and pleased.

OK, that’s enough! Sammie come over here and kneel down. You have another thing you have agreed to do. You see, Mark, Sam has agreed to do for me anything I could make you do. And I am seriously looking forward to this. I want you to come watch. Kneel in front of Sam.

As though in a zombie-like trance, both Mark and I did exactly as ordered. Then Jeanna came over and stood those long gazelle-like legs between us. She faced Mark, away from me. In my position, her ass was right in my face, her pussy mere inches from Mark.

Jeanna arched her back and stood on her tippy toes. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. My God, she was magnificent! She was made to be adored!

Suck on my asshole! she ordered.

I grabbed her hips and did as I was told. I buried my face in my tormentor’s ass and licked and sucked on her asshole like I thought chocolate was going to come out of it. She moaned in happy pleasure at my self-humbling worshipful ministrations. I could not see much of anything but the crack of her ass, the small of her back and her long, flowing beautiful auburn hair, but I imagined Mark was getting a good eyeful of me sucking my rival’s ass.

Then it happened. Suddenly and without any warning, Jeanna’s asshole blossomed open and she farted in my mouth! Oh God, it was so gross! I felt like I was eating shit! The gas seemed to linger in my mouth forever. I heard Jeanna laughing, at me, I presumed. Still, I dared not broke my seal over her asshole, for fear that she might NOT fart again, and so I continued to suckle her anus like a lowly servant/slave to this especially glorious — and cruel — Goddess.

It was so peculiar how the worse she treated me, the more my desire to please her increased. I wanted her to enjoy what was happening, and I actually wanted it to be at my own expense. It was as though her gas were some sort of strange poison that destroys all self-esteem and will. It didn’t matter that she’d stolen my boyfriend and made him cheat on me, making him do the most disgusting things a human being can be made to do for another, and then continued to treat me exactly the same way, which is to say she treated me like a pile of shit. It didn't matter because I now loved her for it; I was genuinely enslaved.

I want both of your mouths on me, she demanded. Her tone dripped with arrogance.

I felt Mark move close. His arms brushed mine as he grabbed a hold of Jeanna along with me. I then felt his chin began to rub mine as I sucked her ass and he sucked her pussy.

Oh, yeah! That’s good! I have to have you two over all the time! Mmmmmm!

Jeanna was clearly getting off on the attention we gave her. Then suddenly her tack changed.

Hey Sam, how does it feel to know you were totally set up? she asked rhetorically. I set this whole thing up because I wanted to feel your boyfriend’s tongue up my ass, but now it’s you who has her tongue up my ass! Oh DAMN that feels good! That’s it lick it out! Lick my ass clean! And now your boyfriend’s going to make me come in his mouth! Oh, yaaaaa!

She went on like this for a few minutes until her hips seemed to involuntarily buck first into Mark’s face and then mine as an obvious and powerful orgasm wracked her body. I felt like I was being totally used, and strangely it felt both horrible and wonderful at the same time. This bitch was screwing me big time, and yet here I was kneeling behind her licking her ass as she did it!

Finally, she stopped coming, and nearly simultaneously, Mark and I released our grip on Jeanna and with a wet sucking noise extracted our faces from her gorgeous body.

Hey, hey! I didn’t tell you two to stop! I have one more treat I want to experience before this is over—for now…

I never felt more resigned to my fate. Defeatedly, I began running my tongue up and down Jeanna’s ass crack. Soon I felt Mark joining me on the other side. Partially to escape the horrible aspects of what was happening to me, I decided to let the erotic side of what was going on take over, and I began to masturbate as I licked Jeanna’s ass.

Jeanna stayed very still while we worked on her. Then I saw her left hand reach around in front of her. I felt Mark stop moving. A moment later I realized why, as Jeanna’s other hand reached around and grabbed me by the hair and held me still.

Open your mouths! she demanded.

I did as told. Then I began to hear a growing trickling sound, and soon realized that Jeanna had made good on her earlier promise to piss in Mark’s mouth. I masturbated furiously and concentrated on how hot the thought of him drinking her piss made me feel, partially to drown out the nausea I also felt as I heard him quietly gulping it down as fast as he could.

Then Jeanna treated me to a second fill of her anal stench as she farted in my mouth again. Then I heard her begin to laugh.

You two make a great toilet! she said.

Suddenly I came. Tears rolled down my face and I could not tell if they were pain, humiliation or joy. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I began to tremble. Finally Jeanna finished pissing in Mark’s mouth, and she had long since finished farting in mine, and with her release of our hair came the tacit permission to stop serving her as a two-mouthed toilet and simply revel in the emotional aftermath of the abuse she had just inflicted upon us.

The pungent smell of urine on Mark’s breath seemed impossibly strong. We collapsed into each other’s arms, a pair of utter slaves in arms. Jeanna had walked over to her sofa and crashed.

After a full minute or so, she spoke.

Mark, you may feel free to go if you wish, she said waving her hand absently in what looked like happy exhaustion. I have no hold over you that you don’t give me. On the other hand, I offer to have you stay. But if you do, it will be as my slave. Think carefully before deciding to stay. I will not be yielding if you do…

You, on the other hand, Jeanna continued now looking at me, have no choice. You made a bet and lost. You are now my slave, and I’m just beginning to dream up ways to use you. If you don’t give me a hard time and do as I say, I will never breathe a word of anything that happens between us to anyone. But if you do, all bets are off.

While I found that vaguely relieving on one level, for the most part it didn’t even matter to me anymore. I already knew what my fate was and where I was going to be. My only question was Mark. Part of me wished he would get up and leave. It would somehow help to know that her power over him was not so all-encompassing that he would voluntarily sell himself into slavery for her, thus validating everything she made him do, and also me for that matter.

After a moment, Mark got up. He gathered up his books from the table and put them in his backpack. Then he took the backpack over to the door and set it down. Slowly he came back over to Jeanna on the sofa, paused a moment looking down at her, and then knelt down on the floor before her. In a moment I was by his side before my new mistress.

Jeanna smiled evilly.