All In My Head

Here I sit shivering, traveling down I-695, in the passenger seat with the heat full blast and all I can think of is the damn goldfish in my lap. 

“So how did you end up out here in just your boots and tied up?” she asks.  There is just curiosity in her voice, no anger, no condemnation, nothing you’d expect to hear in your typical girlfriend’s voice if she found you with just your boots on in the middle of winter on a boat. Of course she’s not your typical girlfriend. In fact, technically she’s not my girlfriend at all.

“Technically, I was not tied up. I was partially bound. And it’s a long story,” I say. There is just a touch of anger in my voice. After all, she hadn’t even asked about the goldfish yet. And it was for her and I had gone through a lot to get it.  

“Uh huh. So what were you doing in the middle of the Chesapeake partially bound in just your boots?” she asked.

“You’re laughing at me already. I’m not going to tell you. And don’t you even want to know about the goldfish?”

“I figured you two had a special relationship since you’ve got him on your …” she says motioning towards my lap.  

“It’s for you,” I say, holding him up. There’s not a lot you can say when you’ve had a goldfish in a plastic bag over your penis. Really there’s nothing you can say that will make you look good no matter what you went through to get him.

She looks at me. “Tell me what happened”.

It started on Friday.  

I was rushing to get out of the office. Customer service during December is a bitch. The only worse time to be in customer service is January. January is when everyone has gotten their Christmas presents and you get all the complaints. It’s not the ones complaining about when their stuff breaks down, that’s a legitimate beef.  If your computer won’t start then sure I can see how that could be upsetting. Sure it would have helped to make sure it was plugged in first but hey you’re not technical. I can live with those. It’s the “it’s the wrong color”, “how come my game won’t play”, “this is crap” ones that get to me. Hello I can’t change the color of your computer over the phone. Yes, sometimes it really IS a software problem. And if it’s crap then stop playing with it and flush don’t call me to complain that your crap stinks. Crap is crap; you can’t customer service crap into roses, that’s sales’ job.  

  Anyway I’m rushing to get out of the office and get to the pet store and I bump into Bobby. Bobby is in sales. Bobby can sell you the crap and make you think you’re getting roses, pluck the petals off the roses and make you pay extra for the thorns. In other words he’s good at his job.

“Hey Fulton. Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

No!!!!  I’m on my way out the door.  It’s after 4:30 I’m off the clock and I’m not going to get anything if I say yes so why the hell would I?  Noo!!!

“Maybe.  I’m trying to get to the pet store …”

“Perfect!  I got a client who’s near the Middleton Mall. Her computer keeps freezing up on her and I know you’re not a tech but if you could stop by there and just push a few buttons, pull a couple wires and just let her know we’ll get her something before Christmas that would be great.  There’s a pet store in the mall, it will be right on your way.”

“I don’t know, I’m not even sure …”

“Did I mention she’s hot?”

I should mention that my girlfriend / not girlfriend and I have an arrangement.  Well, not an arrangement as such, more like an agreement. Since we are not “dating” we are free to see other people. This works well in theory because neither one of us actually seems to be able to find anyone else to date. In practice it just means we’re looking for someone else to be our perfect match and in the meantime we end up fucking each other and pretending we’re not girlfriend and boyfriend.

“Okay. But I’m not doing anything more than pressing a few buttons and telling her she’ll get another computer.”

“Before Christmas,” he said.

“Before Christmas,” I said and tried hard not to roll my eyes.

Middleton Mall is not really a mall.  It’s more like a strip mall but a step up. Sort of like a burlesque mall, not quite a stripper but still not a mall you’d want to take home to mom. This customer, Mandy, worked managing a shoe store in the mall. I figured I could go in, push a few buttons, ogle her unobtrusively then head to the pet store, pick up a nice pet for Allisin and get home in time to wrap it all up with a bow. 

I walked through the mall and into the shoe store and immediately saw Mandy.   She’s what I like to call a reverse pear. Top heavy and smaller in the waist.  Imagine a Dolly Parton look-alike but hair more bleached blonde and smaller in the waist. The second thing I noticed after her knockers was that she was the one sitting getting fitted for shoes. Maybe she wasn’t Mandy after all. I walked into the store.

“Heeyy  darlin’. I’ll be right wit ya after Mr. Twinkle here gets finished picking out his shoes,” she said wiggling her stocking covered toes under the guy’s nose.  

I stood and watched this lady tease this poor guy as she made him go get shoe after shoe for her to try on. It was pretty entertaining plus staring at her expansive cleavage was pretty nice too. She finished playing with the guy getting her shoes and walked up to the register with the guy buying two pairs of leather men’s dress shoes.  

“Interesting sales technique,” I said when she came over to me. 

She laughed. “The guys love it and I do too. I’ve got an admitted foot fetish. And having these don’t hurt none either,” she said cupping her breasts and shaking them from side to side.  “Keeps me in business. But this damn computer ain’t doing shit for business. Bobby said you were gonna stop by and see what you could do.”
“I’m no tech but I’ll take a look. Bobby did say you would have a replacement by Christmas.”

“Hell that don’t do me any good. It’s the build up to Christmas that is the busy time.”

She showed me into her office in the back and to the computer. 

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“Keeps shutting off on me. I’ll be right in the middle of something and zap it goes off. Annoying as hell.”

“Hmmm …” I thought it was probably a hardware issue, maybe a loose wire or overheating; it just might be a simple fix.  “Let me open it up and take a look.”

“Honey so many men would like to do that but for a cutie like you I just might let you in,” she said.

I was kinda thrown by what she had said. Then I realized I had been looking at her chest when I had said that. I blushed and she laughed.

“Go ahead hon. You’re the computer guy.  I’ll just be in the front of the store. It’s almost closing time.”

“Closing time?” I looked at my watch, “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s not that late.”

“Most of the stores around here don’t stay open too late, we don’t get a lot of traffic after six. Don’t worry I won’t lock you in or anything.”

“It’s not that. I was hoping to get to the pet store before it closed,” I said.

“Oh. You’ll probably want to come back tomorrow. You don’t want to rush an important purchase like that.”

Shoot. She was probably right. I wanted this to be special for Allisin; something that she’d always think of me and smile. After all we were more than just friends, we were friends with benefits, best friends with benefits, best friends with the best benefits. Oh well. At least I might be able to get this computer working. That would be nice. Get some kudos from Bobby, brownie points for work and maybe even get Mandy Big-tits so happy she’d give me a big squishy hug. Yeah right.  

I opened up the computer and looked around. Then I realized two things; I didn’t know much about computers just by looking at them and I didn’t have any parts even if I did know what I was doing. After those moments of enlightenment I closed the computer back up and turned it on. 

“Anything yet?”

I turned and got a view of Mandy bending over to get some boxes.  What she lacked in rear proportion to her bosom was well packaged and still quite nice to look at. She caught me staring and smiled brightly. 

“Ummm no nothing yet. I opened it up and looked inside.”

“How was it when you got it open?” she asked, spreading her legs a little.

“Ummm nice. I mean, I didn’t see anything but it looked okay. Ummm I’m looking at the system now. The turned on system I mean. Not the open. …” I stumbled over my words.

Her smile became a wide grin. She straightened up and walked away. I shook my head and turned back to the computer. So far it seemed to be working fine but that was expected. Oh well. Might as well push a few buttons, pretend I know what I’m doing and tell her her replacement will be on its way. 

I checked her system tools and control panel and started a virus scan. I felt her walk up behind me and lean against me.   

“Still nothing huh?” she said.

“No. I think you’re just going to have to wait on that replacement,” I replied.

“What’s this?” she asked leaning over to point at the anti-virus program running icon.

I turned right into her cleavage. I gave up trying to pretend and just stared. There is something to be said for that deep valley of flesh that two large breasts create when pushed together and stuffed into fabric. I watched her valley of divine goodness rise and fall for a breath or two. I may have drooled.

“They look even better when I let them loose.”

I looked up at her. I think the pleading must have been in my eyes because she simply raised her shirt over her head and closed the door to the office. I stood up and she pushed me back into the chair.

“Off,” she said, putting her foot on the seat of the chair in between my legs.

She was wearing some strappy heel type shoe and it took me a little bit to get it off.

“And the other one.”

This one came off quicker. I decided to give this one a little foot rub. Not being a foot person I had to admit she did have nice feet. And they didn’t smell. 

“You like my feet too huh computer boy? Or is it just these you want to get to?” she asked.

She unhooked her bra and her breasts bounced free. I reached for them, taking one in each hand.  It was like holding the Stanley Cup, the Vince Lombardi trophy, a triple bacon burger with all the fixings and like any man does when he’s holding any of these treasured items I brought my lips to it.  

I flicked my tongue over each nipple until they rose to attention then sucked them deep into my mouth. Her hands through my hair and the moans from deep in her throat told me she appreciated my efforts and that her breasts were indeed one of her erogenous zones. Thank God because I planned to give them lots of attention.

But it was not to be, as she pushed me away and knelt before me tugging at my pants. Soon they lay in a puddle at my feet as she sucked my cock. One hand caressed my balls while the other stroked up and down my shaft meeting her lips and moving back down. Her head bobbed as she sucked me slurping up and down. The feelings were fantastic and I looked forward to exploding in her mouth. Again I was denied. She popped up and pushed her dress up.

“Fuck me!”

Now the human male brain is not always the fastest of organs in the best of situations; in the middle of fucking with half the blood in another organ it’s speed is even slower. So in any other situation I’d not have needed to be told twice but as I said …

“Now! Stick that big fuck pole up my pussy!”

I was up and inside her in a flash. I grabbed her hips and slid my full length inside of her. Her breath hissed out of her lungs and she pushed back wanting even more. I drove my hips back and forth causing our bodies to slap together. The sound of our bodies slapping was accompanied by our groans and moans. It was a hard fast fuck with nothing more desired than the release of orgasm. Or so I thought.

After shooting off inside her and rubbing her clit to another orgasm for her I was just sitting there half naked in the chair enjoying the afterglow of passionate sex with a near stranger.

“So do you want to meet me here before the party?”

“What?”

“The corporate Christmas party. I need a date. You seem like a decent enough guy. And after all we did just fuck,” she said.

“I can’t,” I said.

Is there any graceful way to get out of a date you don’t want to go on? ‘I’ve got a girlfriend’ just won’t cut it, even though it wasn’t technically true it was how I felt. My heart was with Allisin. Which of course makes me look like a bigger ass. ‘I’m not into you that way’?  Yeah. I’m good enough to fuck but to be seen in public with. That’s never a good thing to say to a woman. ‘It’s not you it’s me’, ahhh the old stand-by.  Could it work here?

“It’s not you, it’s that I’m not available.”

Her arms were crossed beneath her ample chest. This didn’t look good.  Actually it made her chest look fantastic but that wasn’t going to help me get out of the date. 

“A raincheck maybe?” I said.     

Yes! Pull out the old faithful, put her off until tomorrow and hope it never comes.  Brilliant!

“Fuck that. I don’t want to date you, I want a date for the Christmas party,” she said.

What? I’m not good enough to date but you’ll fuck me in your office? What a bitch.

“I’m not that kind of guy, sorry,” I said standing up.  “You’ll get your new computer and I hope you get a date but I’m out of here. I’ve got a … crap.  The mall’s closed.”

She followed me out to the store, which was locked up and the lights were off.

“Ummm yeah. We close early remember. You’re going to have to go out the back.” 

I slinked out the back into the parking lot. I swear I almost heard the door slam and lock behind me. It didn’t of course but it felt like it did. I felt a little guilty for not being able to go out with her. That’s the problem when the little head does all the thinking; it never looks beyond what it can get into. But honestly if I’m going to go to a boring Christmas party surrounded by a bunch of people I don’t know and probably won’t want to know I’m doing it with Allisin. At least, then I know I’m going to enjoy someone’s company and even if I don’t get any; I’ll still be getting lucky later just because I get to take her home.

I woke up at 9 am on Saturday. I love being able to say that. I don’t have to get up and I don’t. In fact I just lied there and fell back asleep. I woke up again at 10, got up, showered, ate some breakfast; the usual morning routine. Today I was going to go out and pick out the perfect pet for Allisin. I knew what I wanted. A puppy. Every girl loves a puppy. They’re cute, cuddly and like to lick. Just what I wanted her to think of when she thought of me. Of course kittens are cute too. I didn’t think she was a cat person. But kittens were the backup in case a puppy didn’t work out.  

We were scheduled to have dinner later tonight so it would be a good time to give it to her. It was our celebratory dinner but not making a big deal over it because we aren’t officially dating so don’t make a big deal about it celebration. A puppy wasn’t a big deal.  I mean yeah but no. It’s not like I was giving her a ring or something. Jewelry was definitely a big deal type celebration gift. I checked. Jewelry and vacations were biggies in the big deal department. Candy and flowers near the bottom. A pet fit in nicely right there in the middle. It says commitment but not necessarily together. 

   I sat down at the computer to check my e-mail and then I was out of here. Two hours later it was after one o’clock. Okay. No problem. A little lunch, a quick trip to the pet store and back in time for the game on TV. That would still give me time to get to her place for six.  

You should never let people know you have to go out. Ever. My phone rang three times while trying to make lunch. My mom, of all people, called during lunch. Funny enough she called to remind me that it was a year since Allisin and I went on our first date. Something which wasn’t technically true but it’s what I told my mom. She’s a stickler for dates and she really likes Ally, as she calls her, after all you can’t tell your mom that the girl you keep bringing over decided to pick the day because that’s the day the both of you felt something more than just being friends who occasionally fucked each other yet you weren’t exclusive because neither one of you wanted to risk what you had and sucked at relationships and you weren’t really sure you were ready for that kind of relationship anyway besides if it was supposed to be more then it would just happen after all that’s how it works in the movies even though both of us are pretty cynical when it comes to movies and Hollywood. It’s too long to say over the phone and it would bring up way too many questions that would end up just embarrassing the both of us.  

I had lunch fixed just in time for the pre- game show. By half time I knew what pet store I was going to. I wasn’t going back to Middleton Mall. There was another mall closer to where I lived that had a pet store. The Deep Valley Mall had the super pet store and I’m sure they would have a great selection of puppies. I’d just pop in after the game, pick him up and head over to Allisin’s early with present in hand. Now if only Cal State would get its act together and throw the ball!

An overtime win for Cal State! Yess! But it was after five o’clock. I’d never make it to the store in time. Shit! In all the excitement I forgot that I don’t have ANYTHING to give to her without the puppy. Crap! Crap! Crap! I can’t go over there empty handed. I could just imagine how that would turn out. Hi honey. Oh is that today? No, of course it’s a special day. No not that special but yes… um no … really?  … okay …  umm  yes but …  no but …  And what would I say to mom? What I really needed to do is get my butt out and pick up something.

I got up, put on my coat and rushed out the door. I came back and got my hat and keys and then rushed back out to the car. The one good thing about this time of year is that every place has gifts. The bad part is that they’re all Christmas type gifts. What I needed was Valentine’s Day. Flowers. Flowers would work in a pinch. I pulled into the local grocery store, picked up a bouquet of flowers and was off to Allisin’s.

Six O’clock on the dot I’m ringing the bell to her place flowers in hand. Allisin is a dark haired beauty. Though I am admittedly biased. She’s 5’8” athletic but not muscle bound, curvy but toned. She has shoulder length curly black hair and sexy lips. Not the pouty Botox injected type lips but the sincere full smile wonderfully kissable type.  The kind of lips you could kiss your mother with that mouth type lips that can also suck the chrome off the bumper of a ’57 Chevy type lips.

She answered the door with that smile that brings the stupid grin that I hate to my face. I look like the kid that got the chemistry set at Christmas when all his friends got a football and the latest video game with that grin. It doesn’t help that I was that kid. And I loved that chemistry set but the grin, and I’ve got the photos from that Christmas to prove it, looks half sincere; like I’m trying to hide it but what I really wanted was the latest zap ‘em shoot it game yet in reality I’m really excited to get the chemistry set.

“Come on in,” she said and took the flowers.

I watched her ass as she moved into the kitchen. I love that ass. It’s firm and bouncy and brings out the grin that every heterosexual man has had since the age of the cave man. Me want, me get, me fuck. Yep that grin.  

“Stop watching my ass and come set the table,” Allisin said. She knew I loved her ass.

I set the table and sat down and watched as she finished up something in the kitchen.

“How do you like the flowers?” I asked.

“They’re nice.  Did you pick them up at the store?”

Crap!  I should have gotten the puppy today. I’m such an idiot. “Yeah,” I said.

“They have a good selection.  I’ve noticed a few there,” she said.

“So you really like them?”

“Yes I do,” she said and looked at me. 

We made more small talk as she put the finishing touches on dinner. Dinner consisted of steak, well done for me, medium rare for her, potatoes, baked, fresh baked bread and a garden salad. She drank red wine while I had a beer. Dinner as usual was great. She’s a great cook though she doesn’t do it too often. She says she’d cook more if she had someone to cook for. I came over every day for a week after she said that. She cooked twice.  

We talked a bit during dinner about this and that. Work mostly. I told her about having to do a favor for Bobby, but didn’t go into detail. She mentioned she was going out of town next week to Wisconsin and we talked about whether there was anything to do in Wisconsin except watch cheese curdle. Neither one of us mentioned the significance of the date or the dinner. It was understood. Why mess it up with sentiment?

After dinner I helped clean up and we sat down to watch a movie.  It was one of those romantic comedies where the guy was a bumbling idiot yet he gets the girl despite everything going against him.  

“Why do all these movies have to make men look so stupid?” I asked.

“Well there has to be some resemblance to reality,” she said, smirking. 

I grabbed her and we play wrestled for a bit until she snuggled up against me with her head on my chest and her legs tucked up under her.  

We watched a bit more of the movie and I had my arm around her. My hand brushed against her breast. Then I cupped it feeling the weight in my palm. She looked up and I kissed her. Our lips met, pressing hard against each other, I felt her moan into my mouth. I pulled her head back and kissed her exposed neck. She purred and ran her hands down my chest. I remembered that first night a year ago; it ignited my passion. I wanted her. I wanted you then as well but I didn’t know what I was missing. Now that I had her in my arms and life as a lover my desire for her had grown even more.

“Lay back,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Lay back. I want those pants off.”

With an amused smirk she laid back on the sofa with her head propped up. I undid the buttons on her jeans and pulled them down over her hips leaving them around her ankles. Putting my arms on either side of her effectively pinning her down,  I hovered atop her and kissed her lips.   Our tongues played together and she leaned up wanting more. I moved away placing a kiss here on her cheek, another there along her neck, one more on her exposed midsection, until I reached my main target.

I could see the flutter of her breathing as muscles in her stomach jumped in anticipation. She wanted it too. Good. I placed a light kiss on her inner left thigh. Another higher up closer to her panty covered pussy. Then moving over to her right thigh I sucked on her sweet flesh. She reached down grabbing my head to move me towards her sex. But no, not yet. I licked along the length of her panties tasting the wetness that was beginning to soak through and then moved quickly again to nibble and nip along the length of her thigh.  

She moaned and spread her legs wider. I was feeling tight in my pants so I raised up and undid my pants. 

“Bedroom,” she said.

No. Pants. Pants off. Bedroom is that way.

“I want it on the bed,” she said again.

Ohhhh. Bedroom. She wanted to go to the bedroom. Got it.

I pulled her up by her hand and she kicked off her jeans and threw off her shirt leading me into her bedroom by my hand like a puppy on a leash. I followed her bra and panty clad body in and watched as she crawled across her bed. I pulled off my clothes and followed her naked; hard and wanting.

She wiggled her hips.

“I believe your head was between my legs,” she said.

Able to take a subtle hint I moved between her legs again to resume the fine dining experience of her pussy.

“Mmmm,” I said. Warm and wet just like I like it.

I pulled her panties from her hips and kissed over her lower lips. She raised her hips wanting more. Long licks from my tongue as I dived into her wetness brought forth moans of approval. I circled my tongue around her clit then flicked back and forth over it. She bucked and grabbed my head. I took her hands and held them by her sides as I again licked and sucked on her clit.  

She moaned louder, pushing up more and more towards my mouth. I sucked hard on her clit and slid one finger inside her moving it back and forth between the lips of her pussy. She moaned louder wanting more. Her stomach quivered with the anticipation of her impending climax. Another finger joined the first and I rubbed over her g-spot. This pushed her over the edge and she arched up crying out as she came.

I could wait no longer and pulled her legs up and before she could come down from her first orgasm and entered her fully. Her breath escaped her lungs and she strained as the new sensation added to her delight. Moving my hips I rode into her with long, deep strokes. The feel of her was like velvet and carried me away. I held her hips in my hands and just let my body take over. I didn’t so much fuck her as invaded her, capture her, and possess her. It was intense and magical. It ended with an orgasm that I felt through my entire body.  

We lay next to each other, her hand in mine breathing, resting, returning to earth. She looked over at me. I smiled at you.

“I have to meet my family in an hour.”

I knew that. She had told me that when we set up dinner. She had to meet her mom and sisters tonight to set up for dinner tomorrow. It was the whole reason we were having dinner tonight instead of tomorrow. Well a big reason why. I knew that before I even came over. It still hit me like a bucket of cold water.

“I’ll use the shower at my house,” I said.

“You can use the one here just be quick. I still have to get some things together,” she said.

I took a quick shower and stepped out into the hallway with a towel around my waist.

“I laid your clothes on the bed. Talk to you later baby,” she said, kissed me on the cheek and went into the bathroom.

I got dressed and knocked on the bathroom door.

“I’m going.”

“See you later.”

I left and went home. 

Sunday. I was determined to get that darn puppy. Last night I missed her like never before. Not that getting a puppy was gonna get me in her bed, but hell I’d been in her bed, the puppy would get a constant reminder of me and that was good enough. I got up, got dressed, and went to the pet store; I’d get breakfast along the way, no excuses this time, no distractions. I got to the pet store and it was closed. Shut tight. No lights, no nothing. Hmmm maybe I was early. I checked the sign. Closed on Sundays. Who does that? This is America. We have a fundamental right to shop any day we choose. I needed a fucking puppy.

I decided to go back to Middleton Mall. I could avoid the shoe store and get the puppy. Heck I’d even walk through the shoe store on my hands and knees and face Mandy the shoe vixen to get the puppy. I don’t know what I was expecting going back to the Mall of Doom. Actually I know what I was expecting. I was expecting a cute big eyed floppy eared get me some lovin’ puppy. What I got was a nearly closed mall. What the heck happened to shopping on Sundays? I went home.

But I hadn’t given up. It was time to go old school. I pulled out the phone book and looked up pet stores. The first one I called was closed but the second one was open.  

$1500 for a puppy. Purebred. Whatever. It better be purebred, potty trained and able to answer the door for that much money.  

I finally reached a store that had a reasonably priced puppy in stock on the fifth try. It was a little out of the way near Frederick but I could live with that. I was almost ready to think that jewelry would be better but luckily I reached someone. She invited me to come out to take a look at the puppies she had available.

“I need one today,” I said.

“Well we usually like to give new owners time to meet the dogs and make sure of their decision. You must realize this isn’t just a toy; you’re inviting in another part of the family,” she said.

“Oh it’s not for me. It’s for my umm girlfriend well best friend. It’ll be her dog.  We’re not ready to start a family. At least not now. We’re not even dating,” I assured her.

“I see.  Umm, well Mr. Louis I can see what I can do but …”

“I need this puppy. I’ll be there today and I’ll pay cash,” I said.

“Okay Mr. Louis. Stop by and I’ll see what I can do.”

I wrote down the address, hopped in the car and was on my way. There’s one thing to remember when going someplace you’ve never been:  get directions. I got lost. I admit it. It’s not that hard to admit something that obvious. What should have been 45 minutes at most turned into 1 hour and a half. Of course I got there and the place is closed. Inside I could see little puppies lying in their little cages and with little puppy dog eyes and little puppy dog tongues sticking out. They were so darn cute I’d be in for life with one of those. I needed a puppy.

“You looking for Jill?” asked a voice behind me.

“Yeah. I was supposed to meet her here but I got lost,” I said.

“She’s already on her way to the meeting. You two were supposed to go together?”

“Umm yeah,” I replied. I wasn’t sure what the meeting was or who she was supposed to meet, heck I wasn’t even sure the girl’s name I was talking to on the phone was Jill but if it could get me a puppy I’d be who I needed to be.

“She didn’t think you’d show,” said the man, “She left this for you. And these directions.”

I took the papers from his gnarled fingers.  

“Do you think she’d be coming back to the shop …?”

“Oh no. Jill may be a workaholic but when she steps away she puts it all away.  You won’t have to worry about her sneaking back to work tonight,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh okay. Well, I guess I better go meet up with her at the meeting. Thanks for your help.”

“Don’t mention it. And if you don’t mind me saying. You don’t look like a pussy boy to me but to each their own.”

I was a little confused by that last statement but I shrugged it off. If the guy she was supposed to meet was a pussy that wasn’t my concern. Heck, any guy that stands up a woman with no explanation in my book deserves to be called a pussy. This time I looked at the address and the directions.

Shit. It was in Glen Burnie. I was going to end up driving all over the state for this freakin’ puppy. I was thinking it might not be worth it. After all, Christmas was coming up. She wasn’t going to be home by the time I got the puppy and got home anyway. I could put the whole thing off. Then I got a text message.

Hey Pookie. Should be finished with the fam early. Give me a call later. We’ll get together. 

How could I refuse to go now? So off I went, after filling up my tank, to go see if I could beg my way into getting a puppy. I follow the directions to a marina on the coast of the Chesapeake Bay. What kind of meeting does a pet store owner have at a marina in the middle of winter? I didn’t know and frankly I didn’t even think to wonder. I was just happy to have made it to the right place and in good time.  

There was a simple ranch style building on the edge of the bay at the end of a parking lot. There were a few other buildings nearby but it was clear that the meeting was in the main building here. Though by the sounds of things party was the more appropriate word. I could hear music and the sounds of people drifting up to me. This might not be so bad after all. I smiled as I walked towards the building. On the front door was a sign saying use the side door. I went to the side door and was greeted by a large man with a beard dressed in leather.

“What do you want?” he snarled.

“I’m here to see Jill,” I stammered. “I mean I’m here with her. I got directions umm from her … to here.”

He looked at some clipboard hung up on the wall.

“Don’t see no Jill. Who the fuck are you?”

I heard a voice call out in the crowd,  ‘Hey Summer this one of yours?’ then a bunch of laughter.

“Listen, I’m not looking to intrude or for trouble. I was just looking for a girl named Jill. I was given directions and told she was here. I’m not trying to start anything …”

A black haired woman walked up to me.

“What the fuck do you want?”

That seemed to be the general greeting around here. I felt like replying in kind but looking up at the “bouncer” at the door changed my mind.

“I’m looking for Jill. I …”

“Why the hell are you looking for her?” she barked.

“I wanted to ask her a question,” I barked back. Something about this little raven-haired woman set me off.

She backhanded me.

“Get on your knees, pussy boy.  You found her.”

I was already on my knees; that slap was pretty hard and took me by surprise.

“Is that how you speak to your Mistress?” she asked, her voice suddenly soft.

“I don’t know,” I replied hesitantly.

She laughed.

“At least you got that right. Get up and stay silent. Follow me,” she said.

I got up and started to follow her.

“Three steps back and on my right,” she said without slowing down or turning around.

I followed her, three steps back and to her right.  

We weaved through the crowd of people. There were all sorts: fat, skinny, old guys in leather pants, a young girl dressed in pajamas with the feet in them. This clearly wasn’t some pet convention, though there were a couple of girls wearing furry ears and tails. She took me through the array of people and out the back door.

“Where are …”

“I told you to be silent,” she said, her voice harsh.

At the beginning I had followed her without question. She had a presence about her.  Now I began to feel a bit of fear. What had I gotten myself into? Was a puppy really worth this?

“Safe word?” I asked. It was the only thing I could think of.

She turned her head.

“So you have played before,” she smiled, not that it comforted me, “How about dog shit? Yeah, dog shit is your safe word. And if you say it too soon that’s what you’re gonna be, pussy boy, dog shit.”  She continued walking towards the pier.

I wanted to ask what was going on or about the puppy but I kept my mouth shut. She took me to where the boats were tied up. Most of them were covered and shut down for Winter but there was one that looked like it had seen recent use. She took me to that one and we went aboard.

We went into the cabin and she closed the door.

“Strip!”

“What?” I asked.

“Strip. You can’t go walking around here like that. You look stupid. Strip,” she said.

The people I had seen had been in various get ups, leather pants, corsets, and in various stages of undress too but it had been rather warm inside the building where the party was, out here in the boat, it was cold.

I was about to open my mouth and say something but she gave me a look and I decided to undress instead. I stood there shivering in just my undies. She stood there with her arms crossed and looked at me.

“Hmmm not bad. We’re going to have to do something with those tidy whities.   Here put your hands above your head,” she said.

Out of nowhere she pulls out these handcuffs and cuffs my hands together and then I’m put on some hook with my hands above my head in just my underwear. It took all of 60 seconds.

“Now to take care of these,” she said, pulling the waistband of my underwear.

She reached in her black leather combat boot and pulled out a knife that I swear was a fucking foot long. 

“Oh shit,” I said.

“Please don’t. It’s not my thing. Neither is piss play so don’t piss your pants either  if you can help it,” she said.

She then took the knife and poked a hole in my underpants and pulled up and then sliced down. She went on the other side and ripped the knife through the fabric there. By the time she finished my underwear lay in shreds at my feet and my penis had tried to crawl its way back up into my body.  

She took my cock in her hands bent down and put it in her mouth.  She sucked up and down coaxing it back to life.

“Come on Pussy Boy. Bring that little man back out to play.”

She ran her tongue down the length of my cock and licked around and under my balls. Her hand continued stroking my cock until I was fully erect. She took one last suck and then slipped a cock ring over me.  She then slipped behind me and put a blindfold over my eyes.

“You’ve been a very bad boy whoever you are,” she said. 

Then I felt a stinging sensation over my ass.

“Oww!  What the fuck?  Listen …  Owww!”

“A very, very bad boy,” she said.  

I felt her lips against the side of my neck, brushing against my skin. Then the sting returned.

“Oh my God!  I’m sorry.  I just wanted a puppy!” I cried out.

“What?”

“A puppy. Please don’t hit me again. I’m sorry. It was for my girlfriend. Well not girlfriend. We’re together but  anyway I just …  Owww!”

She had hit me again.

“What are you doing here?”

“I ummm,” I swung my head trying to look in her direction with the blindfold still on, “See it’s like this. I went to your store looking for a puppy, I called and I was late and …”

“You’re the fucking guy that called wanting a puppy? You fucking followed me out here for a fucking puppy?”

“No! I mean yes but I didn’t follow you. I got there late and you had left and I saw this paper and there was this guy …”

“Damnit Karl.”

“I’m not Karl,” I said.

“Not you Pussy Boy. Karl’s the idiot who gave you the fucking directions.  Idiot!”  

She swore again.

“You’re not getting a puppy you know.”

“Shit,” I swore.

She unhooked my arms. My shoulders hurt. Then I felt rope around my wrists.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. What’s your girlfriend’s number?”

“Why?”

“Open your mouth.”

“Wh…” I started to say when she shoved a plastic ball in my mouth. Then grabbing my head she strapped it in.

“Whaaa!  Haaaa haaak hiiipphhh”

“Damn Pussy Boy you just don’t know do you?”

She pulled the rope tighter and then flipped me over and I felt more rope and then I was flipped over again. She took the blindfold off of me.

“What was your girlfriend’s name again?”

“Mmmpp whhhii haaaa,” I said.

“Never mind,” she said, waving my phone in front of my face.  “I’ll just find her in here.”

She got up and walked out of the cabin. I couldn’t hear her talking but I could hear her boots walking on the deck. After what must have been an eternity she came back down and threw the phone in my face. 

“Your girlfriend is nice. She’s coming to pick you up. You don’t deserve her. I’ll be taking these,” she said holding up my clothes, “I don’t need this,” she dropped my wallet on the floor next to my phone, “or these,” and my keys were dropped next.

“Your coat is up on deck acting as a flag for the girlfriend you don’t deserve and on the table is a present. Take good care of it and maybe one day you’ll deserve a puppy.  I doubt it but I’ve got a soft heart.”

She bent down and cupped my face in her hand. With her face very close to mine she whispered, “You would have made a nice little Pussy Boy … if you weren’t such an ass.”

With that she undid the gag-ball, stood up and strode out.

That is how I ended up naked, bound in rope on the Chesapeake.   And the goldfish was her present.  

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