
                       An Alternative Life

                          Chapter Six

                        Amanda Then & Now
 
Hi, I am Amanda. You already know what I look like. I am pretty, 
very pretty. My parents never maried. I know my dad although I 
never talked to him. I never liked my dad at all. In fact, I hate 
him still! My mom does not make him seem very nice either. He was 
killed in an auto accident five years ago. Both of us were mentioned 
in his will. We have never been poor but things were better  after 
that accident. Good things happen to those who truly deserve it, 
my mom always told me. 

She also told me many times, and still does, that I deserve it more 
than anyone she knows except her. She giggles when she says that but 
I know she means it. I am like my mom. I look like her, walk like 
her, talk like her, giggle like her, and most important, I think 
like her.  Hell, I could have been cloned. I never needed a dad for 
anything except money. My mom taught me what men are good for. Money 
and other uses to provide pleasure for pretty, petite ladies. I have 
seen her use several too. I have used some of them. They are so 
stupid, but trainable. 

I will not tell you my age when I used my first man. My mom was pretty 
intoxicated and the man was drunk. He never remembered what I used him 
for. He only knew he got sick, really sick. Neither of us cared. My 
mom warned me not to bite him, teeth marks you know. She also told me 
that a man's brains are in his testicles. To kick him there really 
hard and I would understand. I did, more than once. I understood. He 
was such a whimp. She said she was going to sleep, for me to use him.  
We sat him on the commode and tied him there. She told me to give him 
a drink of whiskey every fifteen minutes until I got tired of using
him.  When I was through with amusing myself to drag him out to his 
car and go to bed.

He was a small guy but it was pretty hard to drag but I did it. I just 
got him on the lawn and left him. I used him alright. Well, he was on 
my toilet! What do you think I used him for. We would not have had to 
tie him. He would have swallowed everything willingly. He was 
despicable. I will always remember the look of ecstasy on his face 
when I straddled him. He was in heaven as I lowered my pussy to his 
open and waiting mouth. He wanted to be my toilet! Disgusting! He was
my toilet was too! It is no wonder he got sick. He was even admitted to
the hospital. He drove himself there somehow. My mom and I have had some 
good laughs about him. How could he ever have thought my mom was 
interested in anything except using him. He was short, skinny, NO 
muscles, and ugly! My mom is beautiful! He was fortunate to be used
by us. He thought so too. He was still calling my mom two years later.  
I wanted a repeat. Mom needed to use a man so we used him again. I used 
others too of various ages. I quickly grew to love it, addicted even. 
I am not happy unless I own, completely own, at least one man.
 
I went to homecoming dance with a basketball player. I liked him, hell 
I thought I was in love. Never again. I let him stick his thing in me.  
It hurt, I bled, he was not even disturbed about that. It always 
happens the first time, he said. He bragged that I was not close to 
being his first. All of the girsl wanted what he had. Well he was not 
so cocky when I put my knee in his crotch. When he bent over in pain, 
I gave him a chop to the neck. He went down and I placed a few well 
aimed kicks to his body. He passed out. I pissed all over him and went 
home. He said some threats to me but he never tried to make good on 
them. He told all over school that I begged him to fuck me after I 
went down on him. Some believed him, most did not.

Prom came, I went out with some other girls. Somehow we all ended 
up paired with boys. All of us were drunk. I got date raped. Another 
bad experience. I do not hate men now. I love them. After all that
happened to me you would think I had the right to hate them. I have 
the right. I can start hating them anytime I please. My dad deserted 
me. Affections, not money. So I use men. Sometimes I really use them.
  
(This is my own psychoanalysis of me.) It is what they (men) were put 
on earth for. I am not nearly so good as my mom at training them but 
I will be even better! I told my mom about Larry. She is giving me 
pointers and is so pleased with my progress. She said when I tire of 
him to give him to her and she will finish using him up.
 
I never made it to The Mall, I went to a smaller one later. 

I went to see my mom, we stopped to get coffee for mom in St. James. 
She came back out with a guy. She can really spot them! He took us 
to a motel. THIS was his idea! We tied him up and used him. We used 
him over and over. Mom had five orgasms on his face. She said it 
had been a week. I asked her if she needed help getting a man to 
use. She laughted and said no. 

I got off on his face twice. I was not that much in need and besides 
I felt guilty about letting him lick my pussy. He was not as good 
as my Larry anyway. 

I did not feel guilty about humiliating him though. That is another 
misnomer. How can you humiliate someone while doing that which they 
want you to do, no matter how gross and disgusting it is! He was 
begging us to untie him but he did not really want to be untied. 
Everytime either of us squatted over him he would open his mouth! 
Both of us did disgusting things to him. I would not do that to 
Larry, not yet anyway. 

He would swallow that awful stuff, vomit, and be ready to swallow 
more. We used him about six hours. We untied him and mom told him 
to clean up that mess before he checked out. We figured he would 
spend the night there. He was to sick to go far!

My mom and I really enjoyed using him together. It is more fun when 
you have someone to enjoy the pleasures of life with. My mom and I 
love the use and abuse of a man. My mom says it is not abuse, it can 
not be abuse if it is what they want. She says so many want it to.  
I know that is true now. Poor Larry, giggle, he will be so used! I 
wonder how long it will be before he realizes I own him completely? 
I wonder how long it will be before he realizes he lives to be used?  
Yeah, when will he finally know that his whole life is good only for 
a woman to take one day at a time. And even though I am taking it, 
sometimes doing horrible unspeakable things to him, his first 
thought everyday will be about how he can please me or give me more 
pleasure. That fall where my ass busted his lip was no accident. I 
did that on purpose. There was a risk his teeth could have would 
cut my beautiful ass. If it had, I would have been to sore to set 
on a commode. Guess where I would have sat? Yeah, right! 

I received 127 replies. I checked out Larry and knew he was the 
one. I never met with anyone else. I may if I get to bored though.  
If mom needs one maybe I will give one to her. She wants my Larry!  
I told her, "Like I am going to do that"!

Training him will be a lot of fun. I have made progress far faster 
than I thought was possible. I have him at the two week mark already.  
I was so pleased with ME when he drink my pee. That was so easy.  
And the way he worshipped my ass! I have plans for him! Between me 
and my mom, we will drain him dry, use him up, and when we throw him 
away, he will not even care. Do you think I am one of those,
Manhaters? I know I am not. I love them.They are sooo, well, useful.
  
Mom and I went shopping in a little town mall. We bought a few pretty 
nice things. I only spent about four hundred on Larry's credit card.  
He won't mind. That is nothing. I said good by to mom and returned 
home. I went to the mall and to Victoria's Secret. I bought some eye 
candy for Larry. See how I think of him. I will let him have these 
panties I am wearing. See, all of the time I think of that guy! I 
spent five hundred there. Larry will love me in them.  My new bathing 
suit cost one eighty. But it is really beautiful on me. I make it look 
so good. It is not a real bikini. It is two piece and kinda modest.  
But leaves a little to one's imagination. I bought it to take to Larry's.  
I look very sexy in it. You know, modest but leaves the viewer wanting 
to see a lot more. Maybe I will wear it when we walk on the beach 
tomorrow evening. It came with a cute little jacket for when it gets 
colder too. The matching beach purse is so cute on my little shoulder.  
I just know Larry will be as happy as I am with it. He loves seeing me 
happy. I will make him really happy as he gives me lots of pleasure. 
Giving me pleasure is what makes Larry happy! I also bought a couple
pantie/bra sets. They look so cute on me! I need to go pee. I wish 
Larry were with me. I know, I thought, I will drive to his house and 
surprise him. I will show him my new outfit too. When I got there 
there were no lights. 

I huriedly remove my panties and put them in a plastic bag. I went 
pee in a cup too. I placed the crotch of the panties in the cup. I
then placed them by Larry's front door. I wanted to watch him when 
he saw the bag and discovered what was in it.

I backed to the curb and turned everything off. I called him from 
my cellie. He answered and I told him about the bag just for him.  
I watched him put my pee soaked panties in his mouth. I knew then
where I was spending the night! I wanted more pleasures. I pulled 
in his driveway.

"Hi slave", I greeted him. "Raise your garage door and I will drive 
in."

He rushed to the garage. I drove in. He ran, ran to my door! He 
opened it and bowed down.

"Hi Goddess Amanda, I am so glad to see you. I have missed you 
terribly."

I straddled his back and put my arms around his neck. He place his 
hands under my ass and raised up.
  
"Oh, there are packages in the car that I simply must have!" I told
him.

Larry turned around and I reached inside to get my two bags. The 
Victoria's Secret was the one he really noticed. He loves it when 
I shop there. He knows it is really for his enjoyment. I am glad 
now that I had bought an outfit. Larry carried me inside. I nibble 
on his ear. I think he is getting stronger already. I giggled, 
(he loves it), and called him my big strong pony. I have so much 
power over him already. I am going to let him carry me around before 
I take him to bed to use for my pleasure. Larry will be used tonight.  
  

  