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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Cult of One (FF/m, Lesbianism, Teasing, Orgasm Denial, G Showers)
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   "Cult of One"

   By Deborah the Cowgirl

   "Okay," I said to Cindy while taking out my strapon, "Enough theory. 
It's time to learn what we've talked about in practice." At last, I was
finally at the point in the assignment where I could have some fun.

   Don't get me wrong, I don't normally take assignments like this, but
Cindy was a friend of mine and she definitely made the price right for me.
Besides, the job was easy enough: Cindy had hired me to help her break her
husband's will and turn him into her total slave.  Something I was good at.

   ********

   Her phone call had come just a few days earlier.  The news of her
divorce came as no surprise to me.  Cindy's marriage had been on the rocks
for the last few weeks, but now it seemed to be all but over.  After just
two and a half years, Cindy had caught her husband, Charlie, sleeping with
another woman.

   "Aw Cindy, that's just awful," I said trying to sound sympathetic.  In
reality, I had never liked the man she picked out and knew it was just a
matter of time before this happened.  Still, I make it a practice never to
say I told you so.

   "I feel so hurt," Cindy said beginning to sob.  "So hurt and angry.  I
am going to make that bastard pay in the divorce that's for sure."

   My advice was simple and to the point, "Don't."

   Cindy stopped crying for a shocked moment.  "What?" she asked in
astonishment.

   "Divorce is a horrible way to take out anger and frustration.  The only
people to who get anything from a messy divorce are the attorney's on both
sides.  In the end, you will get just as hurt, and just as ruined as he
will."

   "Well then, what can I do?" Cindy asked simply.

   "Pick up the pieces and go on with your life," I said firmly.  I am a
big believer in picking yourself out of your own messes.  Besides, Cindy
would have plenty of other shoulder's to cry on.  Instead of that I just
wanted her to start thinking rationally.

   "Yeah.  Well I know that's what I should do, but I can't.  And that's
why I called you.  You see, I don't want to just hurt him for what he did.
I want to destroy him.  Crush his ego, break his spirit, dominate his will.
Humiliate him.  And I knew you knew a lot more about that then anyone
else."

   "Hmmm," I said taking a minute to think.  By calling me in she was
definitely reaching for the heavy artillery.  The life her husband knew was
more at risk with me involved than with a drug land assassin.  I would
leave him broken beyond repair- never the same.  Accepting an assignment to
permanently crippled someone's ego was a big ethical dilemma.  I mean, I
guess he did deserve it on one hand, but the solution Cindy wanted just
seemed too permanent.  I started to say no, but then I decided to ask one
more question.

   "How much?" ******** The real trick about taking the job was that it had
to be Cindy and not me who broke her husband.  If Cindy broke him then she
could continue to give him daily "attitude adjustments" to keep him
worshipping her at her feet.  If I broke him, I would have to continually
keep coming back to keep rebreaking him in order for it to stick, and that
was more of a time commitment than I found acceptable.

   Cindy was a little resistant at first, but after I finally convinced her
that it was the only was to get the job done, she relented.  I had her meet
me at my house later that evening.  Upon her arrival, I got her a cup of
hot tea and sat her down for a long talk.

   "Cindy, why do you think your husband cheated on you?" I asked.

   "Because he is a self-centered asshole!"

   I laughed.  "No, you really don't understand, do you?  You see you are
assuming that his decision was logical.  That he sat down and thought about
it and came to the conclusion that it was a good idea to cheat on you. 
That's not the way men work.  You see, men are biological creatures.  They
are made of organs, muscles, nerves, hormones, and bones.  Their thinking
rational brain is but one small part of that greater system.  If you can't
get the idea out of your head that men are logical thinking creatures then
you will never succeed in breaking one.  After all, what logic is there in
giving up his life to worship you?"

   After giving her a few moments to reflect on what I had said and sip her
tea, I asked, "Cindy, why are we here on this planet?"

   She replied without much reflection, "Well, ahm, to live life I guess."

   "Well, I guess that is one possible answer, but it's not the biological
one.  Remember, men are biological creatures and biologically they are here
but for one reason- to pass their genetic material on to as members of the
future generation as possible.  You see, men aren't here to think great
thoughts or make great commitments, they are here to stick their dick in as
many holes as possible.  Their penis rules their entire existence.  It is
the only master they have."

   "Well then doesn't that make it impossible to enslave them," Cindy asked
studiously.

   "Yes it does...directly.  You see the trick is not to rule the man, the
trick is to rule the dick and then you'll rule whichever man is attached to
it by default.  But I don't want to make this seem easy, it's not.  The
right set of circumstances has to be created.  Do you know how cult
initiations work Cindy?"

   Cindy looked blank for a moment.  "No, not really."

   "Well, the initiation rituals of many different cults are all very
similar.  They rely on isolating the initiate away from his friends,
family, and usual emotional support, and creating an environment where they
attack his concept of himself as an individual.  The idea being that he
will abandon his identity as an individual in favor of a new identity as a
member of the group.  Take the military for instance.  They take recruits
away from everyone they know, shave their head, insult their competence,
and make the only acceptable and approved option to become a solider.  We
are going to do the same thing with your husband Cindy.  We are going to
isolate him, attack his insecurities, and control his penis.  When we are
finished he be the solitary member of a cult devoted to worshipping the
Goddess that is you."

   "Okay," I said to Cindy while taking out my strapon, "Enough theory. 
It's time to learn what we've talked about in practice." At last, I was
finally at the point in the assignment where I could have some fun.

   "To control a cock, you are going to have to learn how to make it feel
really good without letting it release in an orgasm," I said while sliding
the strapon into place and tightening the straps.  "You have to suck a cock
a special way.  I will show you, but it takes a bit of practice.  So get on
your knees and lets get to work."

   Cindy probably wasn't expecting her lesson on how to dominate men to
start with her on her knees sucking off my strapon, but nothing is ever
what it seems is it?  I taught her to deep throat my artificial cock and
then really compress her lips around the base.  Then I had her start
pulling it back out of her mouth ever so slowly, easing off on the pressure
the closer she got to the tip.

   "Doing it that way you make his cock feel like heaven, but you aren't
giving him any compression around the head of his cock.  That makes it
really hard for him to come, but it feels great so you'll frustrate him
after just a few minutes.  After a few hours, he's putty in your hands. 
He'll be bucking his hips, and begging and pleading.  That's when the
initiation really begins."

   Cindy couldn't really respond to me on her knees and occupied as she
was. I must admit I get a certain fascination in strapon play, and I might
have made Cindy practice longer than she needed to just because I liked
watching her do it.  But hey, I dominate people, what did she expect. 
Besides, practice makes perfect.  *****

   I set forth a plan for Cindy to follow in order to enslave her husband.
All that practicing must have helped her because she followed my plan to
perfection.  When Charlie got home from work that day he walked in to find
a trail of his wife's clothes leading to the bedroom.  Following the trail,
Charlie opened the bedroom door to find Cindy and me naked and kissing in
bed.  Now Charlie, like most men, has always fanaticized about sex with two
women.  I knew he couldn't resist this.

   Cindy looked up from a deep French kiss with me to meet Charlie's gaze.

   "Welcome home Charlie.  Look, before you say anything, let me explain. I
want to make our marriage work, and I know that the though of having
Deborah and I has always turned you on.  So I thought if you enjoyed
yourself with the two of us, we might be able to make amends."

   Of course it was a total lie.  But the kind that played to every man's
wish.  The fact that he wanted to believe it more than anything made up for
it's implausibility.  Charlie was naked within seconds.

   Cindy directed him to sit in a chair before the bed so that we both do a
lap dance for him as a bit of foreplay.  Little did he know exactly how
long we have planned for that foreplay to last.  After he sat down, I came
over to dance for him.  He had spent many an hour trying to imagine what I
had looked like naked and I could tell the reality left him impressed. 
Straddled the chair and grabbed his head and pulled in between my breasts,
while Cindy moved behind him.

   I had to smile at how easily my plan was coming together- while I held
his head between my tits, Cindy had all the time she needed to move behind
him with the handcuffs and *CLICK*.  He started to jerk back and forth
trying to see what was going on behind him.

   "Shhhh," I said claming him down.  "I wanted it this way.  If you want
to two of us, just let us get a little kinky, okay." We then cuffed his
ankles through the chair, making him our prisoner.

   After that I released my grip on his head, lay back on the bed directly
in front of him, and spread my legs.  "Well Cindy, let's give him a show."

   Cindy quickly moved to me, put her head between her legs, and started
lapping at my pussy.  The flick of her tongue over my clitoris immediately
sent a melting sensation through my tits and tummy.  I have always
preferred the touch of a woman, but looking up into her husbands eyes and
seeing the lust build in him as he watched his wife lap at my pussy made it
SO much better.  Since this was all for his benefit, I arched my back and
started putting on a show.

   "Oh GOD Cindy.  That's IT!  Eat my pussy.  YES!" I closed my eyes and
took in the moment.  It felt so good to tease her husband this way, and I
wanted it to go on like that forever.  But Cindy's and I had many more
plans left to do that day, and we couldn't afford to fatigue her mouth.  So
I tensed my muscles and faked a monster orgasm.  I'm sure it wasn't the
first that Charlie had ever seen just as I was equally sure that he had
never been able to tell the difference.

   Next Cindy got off of me and walked over to him.  She grabbed his hair
in her fist and looked into his face.  "I think you might even like the
next part even better." She then smiled a cruel smile and walked behind
him. She bent down to his forehead, then his lips, then his chest.  She
climbed over the back of his seated figure as she moved her head further
and further down.  Soon she had her head directly over his crotch, giving
him a direct view of her from the rear.  She had her legs spread and
resting on the armrests just as I had told her.  He couldn't help but stare
down at her wet and dripping pussy as she started going to work on his
dick.

   A loud "SLLLURP!" came from his crotch.  She was using the technique I
had made her practice earlier on my strapon- clamping down on the base of
his cock and lightening up as she drew her head back towards the head.  I
had taught her to make the loud slurping noises too.  Those noises made it
impossible to ignore what she was doing, and the more senses of his we used
the more complete his frustration.

   "Oh God Cindy...  YES." Her husband yelled clearly not yet realizing the
true malevolence of what was happening to him.  Cindy reached down and
grabbed his balls as she continued her torment of his cock.  Within a few
minutes, Charlie started telling Cindy that he was ready to fuck her.

   "Mmmmm," was his only reply as Cindy continued her ruthless assault on
his cock.  "SLLLUURP."

   In a few minutes more, Charlie was drenched in sweat.  "Please Cindy,"
he said still thinking this was still all for him.  "Come on baby."

   Cindy muffled "Mmnn" denial to his request.  I could tell that her
success was getting her more excited- she teased his cock more relentlessly
than ever now as Charlie's requests only encouraged her.

   I knew how hard it was for Charlie.  The view before him was absolute
paradise.  Cindy's pussy was only getting wetter the more excited she got
and she was working him over like a pro.  Without warning, he started to
break.  His started bucking his hips and moaning like a hurt little boy,
"PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSEE!"

   That was what we were waiting for.  I got up off the bed and walked over
to the night table and picked up a wine glass that I had set there earlier.
I walked behind Charlie so he couldn't see what I was doing, and I spread
my legs and peed into the glass filling it.

   As I did this, Cindy explained the challenge.  "Deborah and I don't
think you have enough discipline Charlie.  So we are going to test you.  If
you can remain motionless as I torture your cock for the next 15 minutes
then you get your orgasm."

   I grabbed Charlie by the hair and wrenched his head back.  A look of
fear crossed his face as I balanced the glass of my piss on his forehead.
It left him in a pretty awkward position.  His head didn't have any
support, so the muscles in his neck were only going to get more fatigued as
the 15 minutes went on.  To make matter worse, Cindy explained the rest.

   "I cleaned this room earlier Charlie.  I waxed the wood floor in here
and I am not about to let our contest ruin my efforts.  If you spill that
piss, not only do you not get your precious orgasm, but you have to lick it
all up off the floor.  UNDERSTAND?"

   He couldn't nod yes, and I think he realized that to say anything would
jeopardize spilling the glass.  He just sat there as still as can be- a
look of dread crossing his face.

   Cindy smiled a powerfully, amazed that this was working.  "Come over
here Deborah and help me keep my man in line."

   Soon both our mouths were at work at his crotch.  Cindy kept deep
throating his dick but pulling back too lightly for him to come, while I
set my tongue to work tickling and moving his balls.  We knew it was an
unfair contest.  We had set it up that way.  The muscles in his neck
probably couldn't have supported that acquired position for 15 minutes,
even without our teasing.  It was a delicious moment.  Turning his greatest
fantasy, two women, into his greatest failure.

   And his failure was not long in coming.  The effort of trying not to
move caused him to break out in a sweat almost immediately.  I could tell
Cindy's expert tonguing of his dick was creating a strong impulse to buck
his hips.  And every slip and moan Cindy emitted only made that impulse
stronger.

   Like I said, men are biological creatures, and Charlie's impulses
starting to control him.  His dick has been teased nonstop and it demanded
satisfaction.  It didn't care what situation he was in.  Like it or not, it
was determined to try and come as best it could.  The strain of fighting
this impulse finally cracked Charlie as he yelled out, bucked his hips, and
sent that glass toppling forward spilling piss all over the front of
Charlie and right into the crotch of Cindy.

   "Yes, " screamed Cindy triumphantly caring more about her victory than
about the fact that she was now drenched in piss.

   Cindy eased her crotch back into Charlie's face.  "Well, since it's now
your job to lick all this up, you can start with the piss that's in my
pussy and ass," she said tightening her grip on his balls.

   Charlie grunted from the pain and brought his head up.  His face was a
mask of unfeeling defeat.  His spirit had left him.  If he wasn't broken by
now, he would be shortly.  Thoughtlessly he buried he face and tongue in
her asshole and cunt.

   "Mmmm.  Good job Charlie.  I sorry to say that you are going to have to
get used to servicing me in whatever way I want if you ever want to come
like a man ever again...  Oh yes.  That's it.  Get that tongue deep in my
ass.  I want all of Debbie's piss out...  Yes, now my pussy." And with that
Cindy started grinding her crotch against Charlie's face.

   She took her time in coming.  She had every right to.  She was in
control now.  She owned him.  She could do whatever she wanted.  And his
dick stood fully erect in frustration the whole time as she got off.

   Next came the final stages.  We were pretty sure he was broken by now
but we had to make it stick.  Cindy dismounted, walked behind his chair and
tipped it forward.  Restrained as he was, he could do nothing to stop
himself as his forehead his the wet floor with a thud.  "Now that your
mouth if close to the floor, I want you to start drinking all the piss off
of my nice clean floor," Cindy ordered.

   It was a tough job restrained as he was, but then this wasn't ever
supposed to be easy.  But, like the broken man that he was, he complied
thoughtlessly, loudly slipping and slurping all my piss off of the wood
floor.

   Cindy strode over to me her face aglow.  She lowered her head once more
down between my legs; she was awash in her victory and looking to pay me
back for making in happen.  Before commencing, Cindy issued forth one final
challenge.

   "If you can clean the floor before I make Deborah come, then I will let
you come also." And with that, they both lowered their heads and went to
work- she on my pussy, he on my piss.

   Clearly Cindy wanted to win this contest too, because she put her tongue
into overdrive.  I felt the tip of it slicing into my clit and then
broadening itself as she forced it into my pussy, while one of her hands
moved over my breasts- tweaking my nipples.  Now I didn't want to come
before Charlie finished.  I thought he had had enough, but what is a girl
to do when she is getting such a tonguing.

   Cindy expertly moved me close to orgasm in minutes.  I look down to see
how far Charlie was along with his task, and to my surprise he diligently
had almost finished the floor, even though he was tied to the chair. 
Clearly, his dick was once again trying to do anything to come that night.
Funny that that's how he got into this whole mess to begin with.

   I tried to relax to give Charlie a chance, but Cindy would have none of
that.  Her bore her tongue down hard on my clit as she moved two fingers in
and out of my cunt.  I felt waves of pleasure washing over me.

   "Having good control of orgasms is what subs are supposed to do," I
thought.  "Hell with this." And with that, I just relaxed and let Cindy's
tongue and fingers move me right over the edge.  That was one of the best
orgasms ever.  I don't know how long it lasted, but I felt myself screaming
and wiggling around there for at least half a minute.

   When it was all over, Cindy and I heard sobbing coming from the foot of
the bed.  Looking over, we saw that Charlie was crying his frustrated and
broken little heart out.

   I looked over to Cindy.  "Well, you did it.  He's yours.  But you should
go ahead and let him come tonight, just to make it complete." Orgasm
frustration was what had broken him tonight, and I believe that if that's
the tool you are using then you need to let your sub come semi-regularly
otherwise he eventually learns that he's just not going to come and then he
stops caring.  Thus he doesn't get frustrated anymore and you lose the ease
of manageability.

   Cindy understood this and went over and unshackled him from the chair.
She still left his arms cuffed behind his back however, and she rolled him
over on his knees and bent him over.  "Okay little man, " she said grabbing
his dick.  "Deborah has graciously said you can come tonight even though
you don't deserve it."

   '"Oh, Thank you!" Charlie said in earnest as Cindy reached down and
began stroking his dick.

   "But I want you to come only when she says," Cindy commanded as she
continued stroking.

   I never said anything.  I never planned on it.  Better to let him come
without permission so that she could punish him again.  That's another
technique I use a lot on my subs and it seems to work well.  Cindy kept
stroking his dick, he kept looking at me waiting for permission, and I just
sat back and watched the spectacle.

   "Oh, Oh please Deborah.  Please tell me I can come."

   I just smiled and shook my head.

   "PLEASE?" he asked, very close to coming.

   I just smiled wider and kept shaking my head.

   "Oh SHIT, OH." he yelled as he spewed come all over Cindy's once again
messy floor.

   He looked down at the floor and immediately knew what he was to do next.
He lowered his head down and started lapping up his come like a good little
boy, but he was doing it happily.  Yes happily.

   When I saw how happily he was approaching his task I knew my assignment
was complete.  He was now happily a slave to his wife.  He would do
anything she asked and would do it happily, because he knew his place now.
He was her slave.  He would be until she said otherwise, and he would never
betray her again.

   (c) 1999 Copyright.  All rights reserved.  -- By Deborah the Cowgirl. 
To read more fiction visit: www.fiendishglee.com 

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