: Gregory Allen
: His Uprising
: Pink Flamingo Media
: 9781945648427
: 1
: CHF 3.70
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 192
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Femdom.
Alex's lessons on Kimberly's brand of feminism are undertaken in
earnest following a women's volleyball match Kimberly makes interesting
with a bet. Whether he's punished or granted sex depends on the grace
and agility of the women on the screen. Kimberly, sitting behind him as
he watches from his knees massaging her feet, is the woman who
ultimately decides his fate. Alex has been a loyal, obedient submissive
partner for many years but Kimberly requires more. She senses the
beginnings of an uprising, and though Alex pleads that he would never
rise up against her or want to, Kimberly needs convincing. His failings
are mostly out of clumsiness or shyness but they must still be
addressed.



A
speech on women's suffrage Alex learns to properly deliver, aided by
both Kimberly's lavish praise and a regimen of negative reinforcement,
leads to an afternoon of his serving her friends from her women's
studies class back in her college days. Alex recites his speech from his
knees. Demonstrations of the handiness of a well-trained, motivated
servant are also on the day's agenda. He's the perfect model of male
submission leaving her female friends empowered. But will Kimberly's
demand that Alex push his submission to greater depths lead to that
uprising after all? Is there anything Alex won't do for Kimberly? Will
Kimberly's dominant streak ever be sated by Alex's efforts to please?

Chapter Two

His Infidelity

 

Kimberly awoke to find Alex awake already. She rolled over to him and yawned. Her bare leg slid up his under the sheet and came to a stop when her thigh met the hard head of Alex’s cock encased in the fly of his underwear. She thrust against his side and leaned in and kissed his lips.

“Good morning, Kimberly,” he said as she withdrew.

“I thought what we could do today that might be fun is both call Crystal and Michael, separately, of course, and tell them about the volleyball match last night, about our bet.”

“You want me to call one of my best friends out of the blue and tell him I lost a bet and got spanked and caned and now have to go a week without an orgasm?”

“No. I’m ordering you to call one of your best friends out of the blue and tell him you lost a bet and your girlfriend spanked you and caned you and is making you serve a week without an orgasm. And tell him the bet was over women’s volleyball. Important to add that. Female sports deserve more coverage and credibility and this will be a good way to spread that idea.”

“How do I bring it up?”

“However you want. That’s up to you. Get him talking sports and then say, ‘Oh, by the way, Kimberly and I enjoyed a women’s volleyball match, last night.’ Mention how much you enjoyed the game. You did enjoy it, right? I mean besides losing our bet.”

“I did.”

“Good. Then just tell him how you were punished when your team lost. That’s it. I won’t even make you mention how our morning is going to start.” She pushed up from his chest and walked on her knees straddling his body until her pussy hovered over his face. She settled against his lips. As Alex began his ministrations, she patted his forehead and winked down at him. Then she tossed her head back and started to grind.

As she took her morning princess kiss, Alex’s thoughts wandered to where they rarely wandered. Instead of enjoying Kimberly’s pleasure and feeling grateful to give her pleasure with his dedication and willingness to serve, he thought of what it must be like to enjoy sexual release on demand. He had been under Kimberly’s rule for so long, he had given his cock to her so many years ago, he couldn’t recall what it felt like to just decide to enjoy an orgasm. This thinking, when it rarely arrived, usually led to his remembering how much he enjoyed the orgasms Kimberly divvied out, how much more he enjoyed them because he had to wait for her to divvy them out, and then he remembered how lucky he was to have the mistress he did, but this time Kimberly’s excitement built so quickly that he got refocused on his task and left the thought alone.

She climbed off him and lay back on the bed. She patted his hard cock, pressed against the pouch of his underwear.

“May I ask a question?”

“Like a life as my sub question?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Oh good. I enjoy fielding those. Kneel.”

Alex crawled out of bed and knelt on the floor. Kimberly slid to the bed’s side and sat. She crossed her legs and swung her foot in the vicinity of Alex’s face as he peered up at her. “Last night, after losing our bet, I got a week, but then you gave me a choice. What if I had chosen release, would you have granted it or stuck to the bet?”

“Do you regret the choice you made?”

“No, Ma’am. Not at all.”

“Then why does it matter?”

“I was just confused. That seemed uncharacteristic of you, and I would like to understand.”

Kimberly touched her foot to Al