Taking ADvantage
You and Me, Babe: Sex and Advertising

Richard F. Taflinger, PhD

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For further readings, I suggest going to the Media and Communications Studies website.

This chapter examines how advertising takes advantage of human biological and social evolution to use sex to sell products.

Chapter Six

Sex Appeal

The handsome couple walks down the street, obviously pleased with each other's company. She laughs, reaches over and pats his behind. She's a Charlie Perfume woman.

He's standing in the phone booth when she appears outside, beautiful, seductive, giving him the eye. He melts into a pile of quivering goo, hangs up in midsentence, and opens the door. She smiles seductively and slides past him into the booth. He steps back -- and she closes the door in his face. With an expression of "What happened here?" he goes for a beer.

She leans forward, exposing an incredible quantity of cleavage. The headline reads, "This is Debbie. She wants you to have this pair in your car." The rest of the ad talks about buying the grease gun cartridges she holds in either hand.

You may recognize the above examples. What they all have in common is sex -- sex as an appeal to the consumer, some subtle, some blatant. Why does advertising use sex as an appeal to the consumer? The answer is simple: because it works.

Sex is the second strongest of the psychological appeals, right behind self-preservation. Its strength is biological and instinctive, the genetic imperative of reproduction. However, its effectiveness and application are gender linked. The differences in male and female psychobiology cause different approaches to and perceptions of sex, both the act and its outcome.

Sexual desire is an instinctive reaction in animals, and an individual's perception of a suitable mate is the basis. That perception usually is a set of criteria that the opposite sex must meet, or at least approximate. An individual regards a member of the opposite gender that meets or exceeds (at least, within the available pool of possibilities) those criteria as being superior to others of that gender. It is therefore the individual that will provide the chance for the highest quality offspring with the best chance of survival. When a possibility doesn't meet the criteria, sexual desire does not occur.

As in other animals, humans base their criteria on their reproductive strategies. And as in other animals, men and women have different strategies, based on that will increase each gender's chances at genetic success.

In time and energy, the male expends virtually nothing in sexual contact compared to the female. Biologically, the best strategy for a man is to be promiscuous. The more women with which he mates, the greater number of children containing his genes are possible.

Thus, a man's biological criteria can be simple: 1) she must be healthy; 2) she must be young; 3) she must be receptive; 4) and she must be impregnable. The sex act is of paramount importance to the man; it is how he impregnates the woman. After that, his concern is having more women to impregnate.

Women, on the other hand, 't have to be of any particular interest to her. What is important is the quality of genes he brings and the help, if any, she will have while carrying, bearing and rearing the children. (See Biological Basis of Human Behavior; | Reproduction; |Reproduction: Part 2; |Social Basis of Human Sexual Behavior|and Cultural Basis of Human Behavior for discussions of the influences on human reactions to sexual stimuli.)

However, humans are not just biological creatures. There is something unique about us that makes reproduction unusual: we can think. We are the only creatures on earth that can manipulate their environment, communicate across distance and time, remember the past as discrete events and project possible present actions into the future effects of those actions. We have evolved complex societies and cultures based on these (as far as we know) unique abilities. Thus, human criteria for sexual desire and selection are greatly complicated, since we apply not only physical, but societal, cultural and economic criteria to desire and selection. The evolution of the human being and human mind has resulted in an incredibly complex psychophysiology.

Nonetheless, the biological criteria still apply. The man has a drive to impregnate as many women as possible, to create as many children with his genes as possible.

However, a man is a member of the human race, and thus is also aware of human society, its constraints and demands. He will desire any woman in sight who satisfies his physical, instinctive criteria. However, he also applies societal and cultural criteria that overlay the instinctive criteria.

Women, on the other hand, run into a real problem: the human mind. A woman's mind allows her, and indeed forces her to examine possible criteria to a much greater extent than any other animal. She can also imagine the outcome of choices in the future. The criteria for her to desire sexually a man can include strength or health or fighting ability, like the lion or the wolf, but can also include intelligence, money, power, prestige, position, status, attitudes, political or religious convictions, any number and combination of factors that will lead her to believe that he will contribute the best possible genes and chance for survival to her children.

She also has sexual desires as strong as a man's. However, she will often subordinate that desire. That is, she may desire a physically attractive man, but she will not actually have sex with him until he has satisfied more than physical criteria.

If she fits his instinctive criteria, a man will often ignore it if a woman doesn't fit the societal criteria, since men have only had to consider them for a few thousand years. Physical attractiveness is all his instincts say is necessary for him to desire sex.

She, on the other hand, will rarely ignore her societal criteria since they are dominant in her determination of the right man. Physical attractiveness may be enough for her to allow his approach, but he must satisfy her other criteria before she will allow sex. If he satisfies her societal criteria to a large enough extent, she will even ignore physical attractiveness. Societal criteria have a greater influence on her and her children's future in human society than her criteria on his physical appearance.

However, society does not reduce the considerable differences in the way men and women regard sex on an instinctive level. The instincts that control sexual desire have evolved over a billion years: male promiscuity and his simple, physical criteria for a female to be desirable; female caution and her complex physical and social criteria to select the best possible male. That many of the social criteria that she had to consider have lessened, and that he didn't consider have increased, in the last forty years, cannot reduce those millions-year-old instincts.

What does all this have to do with sex in advertising? The purpose of advertising is to convince people that products are of use to them in one way or another. If people agree, they will buy them. However, advertising must do its job very quickly; it doesn't have the time or the space to go into detail or explanations (see Chapter One, An Overview of Advertising).

For many products it is possible to find (or invent) a sexual connection. However, the sexual connection is much easier to set up for men than for women. Remember that men have minimal criteria for sexual desire; basically, they are concerned with a woman's anatomy -- as long as a woman looks young enough and healthy, she is desirable. Men also consider her beautiful, since to a male beautiful and sexually attractive are virtually synonymous.

Thus, in advertising it is easy to get a man's attention by using women's bodies and associate getting the woman if he buys the product. It is playing on his instinctive rather than intellectual view of the world. The ad spends no time discussing her qualifications for sexual desire -- her mere existence is enough.

Mitigating the instinctive view is the intellectual; most men are aware that women are less concerned with mere anatomy. Women are looking for more. Thus, advertising can show the woman and sell the product on the basis of "women want this [product] in a man. Get the product, get the woman."

The use of sex in advertising to women is a much more difficult proposition. Although they do have an instinctive sexual reaction, their intelligence strongly affects it at the same time. The use of healthy, fit men may indeed attract their attention and create desire, but their willingness to engage in intercourse is rarely aroused strictly because of a man's body. For a woman, sexual desire is a complex mixture of factors, most of which are extremely difficult to inject into an ad in the time and space available. A man's physical appearance plays a role, suggesting health and strength, but her instinctive concern is the long-run, not the short-term. She must see that he is capable not only of sexual activity, but can father healthy children, support and nurture her during pregnancy and birth, and herself and the child after birth, plus assure that the child will be better off than any competition it might have. Many of these factors are also learned in the culture and society. Money, power, prestige, etc., are factors that culture defines as extremely valuable (although rarely placed in the context of being valuable to future children). The woman learns their importance and adds them to her criteria for male sexual desirability. Again, please note that she rarely consciously considers these factors when selecting which man to examine for his suitability as a mate. She will, though, often consciously consider them when deciding whether or not to have sex with him.

However, these factors are almost impossible to put in any one ad; there is not enough time or space to set up the appeal and sell the product.(1)

Finally, remember the story of Ms. and Mr. Primate from Biological Basis of Human Behavior. Sex and aggression became linked to a certain degree by Mr. Primate changing his technique. However, to Ms. Primate, he directed the aggression at her -- she was the victim. Over the years (and it must have been hundreds of thousands of years), hard-wired into her brain must have been the connection of the sex act and aggression. That she didn't enjoy it didn't matter as long as she got pregnant and had offspring; nature doesn't worry about enjoyment and convenience, just results.(2)

Thus, it is rare for advertising to use sex as an appeal for women. Unlike men (who must enjoy sex to achieve orgasm and thus impregnate the woman), women are often less interested in the sex act itself for its own sake. They are interested in sex for what it can mean in the future. They may enjoy it as much as men, but for them it has a far greater significance. Advertising cannot take advantage of a woman's instinctive sexual desire, because advertising job is not to build for the future -- it is to sell a product now.

To sell to a woman, advertising relies on that modern idea (only a few hundred years old) about how men and women relate -- romance. Romance fits into the woman's intellectual view of relationships since its major element, courtship, the process by which men apply to be and women select mates, is the discovery of how the male does or does not satisfy her societal criteria for a suitable sexual partner. Rarely does the romantic appeal contain the blatant sexual messages that appear in ads aimed at men since such messages would counter the intellectual view. Although an ad may use a man's body as an attention getting device, he is usually shown in a romantic rather than sexual context.

Thus, it is clear that sex is a strong appeal to use in advertising. However, it is a gender linked appeal. Sex easily sells to men; it is an adjunct to women.

How does all this work in practice? Obviously, it depends on the product. As shown in Chapter One, advertisers aim products and services at a specific audience, a target, those most likely to buy the product or service. Since many products or services are intended for one gender or the other, the use of sex appeal varies.

For ads aimed at women, they can achieve the romance approach through using stereotypical images: roses, soft light and music, a doting man (often a bit bumbling and thus endearing). The ad sells the product on the basis that its purchase will give the woman this feeling of romance in her life.

For example, diamond advertisements use a romantic approach. Although men buy most diamonds, they buy them for women; in general, she makes the purchase decision. Thus, it makes sense to aim the ads at the woman. The images are of soft lighting, elegant surroundings, and an obviously well-to-do man (who is also sometimes a supportive and nurturing parent) offering the gift of diamonds. These images satisfy a woman's societal criteria for a desirable man: money, status, taste, and sensitivity to her wants and needs. If there are any sexual undertones, they are extremely subdued and non-threatening.

Another ad: A beautiful, naked (apparently) woman sits surrounded by darkness. She's pulled up her left leg, her right leg crossed in front of her. Her arm reaches down, her hand holding her right shin. The image is one of strong sensuality. However, the appearance is not one of strong sexuality. She appears relaxed and content, graceful rather than erotic. The only possible signs of sex are strictly Freudian symbology: her arms forming a triangle with her leg between them, which could be read as an erect penis within a vagina. However, such a reading is so subtle that few would see it: those to whom I've shown the ad said she positioned her leg to cover her breasts. She could be simply enjoying the sunshine.

Another example, for perfume: A woman walks along a street. An attractive man smells her perfume and begins chasing after her, often stumbling and bumbling like a puppy. He quickly buys a bouquet of flowers and, when he catches up to her, hands her the flowers with a look of adoration. She smiles at him condescendingly and continues walking, pleased with his reaction, as he stands and watches her go.

Changes in advertising are, of course, changing as society changes. As you may recall from above, women in today's society are much more liberated in their sexual mores than they have been in millennia past. Advertising, realizing this change in women's perception of sex and sexual activity, is beginning to alter its approach to sex as a selling tool to women. For example, an ad for Coors Light beer (see below about beer) begins with a model in a bikini walking toward the camera while the narrator says, "Because if you don't watch your figure . . .who will?" This is a clear indication that the woman's concern is attracting the attention of men from which to choose, and that using the product will aid her in her quest. The difference is in contrast to ads aimed at men, that she will attract men's attention, not that sexual activity will be a concomitant result of using the product, no matter what she looks like. This again leaves it up to her to make the choice of with whom, and whether, she will have sex.

Note there is little indication of actual sex in these examples. The ad may suggest it as a possibility, but not a certainty simply because of the product. What is certain is that any suggestion of sex is subtle and non-threatening, with the woman in total control, attracting men's attention but not arousing them.

For ads aimed at men, courtship and romance are not a primary approach. Instead, the approach is sex without any complications or difficulties.

Let us take, for example, beer. According to demographics, men rather than women buy and drink the most beer.(3) Therefore, it makes sense for most beer advertising to aim at men. Also, since most beers are parity items (there is little difference between one brand and another), to make a particular brand more appealing to the consumer than another, the ads must induce the difference between them.

With sex appeal the second strongest appeal, it makes sense to use it to make a certain beer more attractive to males (it's difficult to show how drinking beer will keep you alive). The easiest way to do this is to show how attractive a man can be to beautiful women if he drinks that beer.

Now remember the beer ads you have seen (always bearing in mind that ads can't show actual sexual activity on commercial television or in mass market magazines). Notice that ads link the beer with beautiful women:

Four men sit alone at the beach. Three beautiful women in bikinis walk by and ignore the men's invitation to join them. The beer arrives. Immediately, those same women join the men, sitting on their laps or hugging them. Obviously, it was the beer that convinced the women that these men were desirable.

Two men walk through the desert. One opens a suitcase and a full-sized swimming pool (complete with water) inflates. They sit by the pool and a beautiful woman in a bathing suit serves them beer. When the second man asks where she came from, the first holds up a second small suitcase. Obviously, the beer gives men a power over women. (Also please note the implied attitude toward women -- they are blow-up toys designed to serve men).

Five men are by a river, fishing. A crate of lobsters falls from the sky. The lobsters are followed by the Swedish bikini team, followed by cases of beer washing up on the shore. The bikini team immediately joins the men for fun and snuggling.

This is not to imply that all beer commercials use sex to differentiate their products; many use self-esteem, personal enjoyment, or even altruism. Nonetheless, sex is a powerful and easy method of getting male attention and making their product desirable.

Note that in all the ads described, there is no indication that the women are anything but beautiful (i.e., sexually desirable) and become receptive because the men are drinking a particular beer. They don't speak, show no signs of money, position, power or intellect -- they are simply beautiful. Although our culture considers deeming mere physical appearance as all that is necessary to make a woman desirable sexist and demeaning to women, the fact remains that for a male it is all that is necessary, an inheritance of biological nature. A man's eye is attracted to and follows a woman's face and form, not the fact she carries Gray's Anatomy or Plato's Republic in the original Greek, puts money in the Salvation Army kettle, or drives an expensive car. None of these make a woman sexually desirable in and of themselves: if they did, Mother Theresa, Jean Kirkpatrick, and Leona Helmsley would replace Christy Brinkley, Paulina Poriskova and Marilyn Monroe as sex symbols. Although the former clearly have intelligence, generosity, compassion and/or money, it is the latter that men lust after.

Occasionally, ads will use innuendo and double entendre in the copy. For example, I recently saw an ad with the headline, "You can't win if you don't stick it in," clearly carrying a connotation of sexual activity. The ad was promoting voting, and carried an illustration of a hand putting a ballot in a box. A commercial for Tiparillo small cigars was set on a train. A man and a woman sat in a compartment across from each other. The slogan was, "Does a gentleman offer a lady a Tiparillo?" As she smiled and accepted the cigar, the train was seen plunging into a tunnel (a Freudian symbol for sexual intercourse). The implication was clear: if a gentleman offers a lady a Tiparillo and she accepts, she is accepting him for sex as well.

In this direct mail ad for an online service, the approach looks very much like those 1-900 sex talk phone ads: if you (a man) subscribe to the service, you'll have cybersex with a beautiful woman like her. Note that there is no indication of anything else provided by the online service.

An all-time classic use of innuendo was Clairol's "Does she or doesn't she?" The overt meaning is obvious: "Does she color her hair or not?" However, a covert meaning could be does she or does she not have sex. Even the rest of the headline, "Only her hairdresser knows for sure," doesn't completely remove the innuendo, since the cliché is that women tell their hairdressers everything, including about their love lives. Thus, the ad implies that a woman dying her hair may be seeking romance and/or sex, and that Clairol gives her the best chance of achieving her goal.

Is it wrong to use sex as a selling tool, especially the way it is used to attract the attention and try to sell to men through their biological attraction to women's bodies? It depends on how you define sexual attraction. If you do it biologically, it is right. If you do it culturally, it is wrong (depending on your culture). Biologically, the purpose of being male is to become aroused by and impregnate as many viable females as possible. For a male, the criterion that a female must meet is to be sexually arousing -- nothing else is important.

Culturally, there is a difference. The difference is that the male must satisfy the female's criteria for being sexually attractive.

Please note the wording: for a male, sexual arousal is important; for the female, sexual attractiveness is important. There is a difference. For a male, he must be sexually aroused to fulfill his biological function. A human male must have an erection and maintain it through orgasm. If he fails in either, he fails in his biological function.(4)

For the female, on the other hand, arousal is not as important as receptiveness, which she achieves through finding the male sexually attractive. There is no biological need for her either to take pleasure in the sex act or achieve orgasm. If she can arouse the male, she fulfills her biological part of the sex act. Beyond that, her biological function is to get pregnant, give birth, and nurture the offspring.

However, in the human cultural world, which often subordinates biology to intellect, this dichotomy between male and female views of sex can cause friction. Women find men regarding them as "sex objects", considering them sexually attractive strictly on their physical appearance, with no regard for their intelligence or status as equal human beings, offensive and demeaning. Men find women regarding them as insensitive louts because they respond to billion-year-old instincts over which they have no control, and having women demand they suppress and ignore those instincts, offensive and demeaning. Since neither gender can alter their instincts, they must alter their intellectual views. This is easier for women, since such a major part of their instinctive sexual response is societal and intellectual to start with. Men are making a great effort to overlay their automatic responses with societal and cultural regards.

Thus, the use of sex in advertising is a two-edged sword. Although it is extremely powerful and effective when aimed at one gender, it often does so at the social expense of the other. Since humans live in a social world, consideration must be given to the feelings of the people in that world. If advertising uses the sex appeal, it must be carefully aimed and tastefully done. There is no sense in appealing to one sex by offending the other.

1 Side note: the use of stereotypes can aid an ad to produce the desired effect on women, such as showing him as not only handsome and healthy, but rich by showing him with expensive cars and clothing, being intelligent and sophisticated. However, even stereotypes can only go so far before they break down.

2 Side note: there are some anthropological theories that say she got the orgasm to make up for the fear. A little thought will show how ridiculous that is. Nature doesn't care how she feels, any more than nature cares how the male black widow spider, male praying mantis, or stag feels.

3 85% of beer is consumed by men (Kauner, p. 16)

4 Side note: this is why impotence is such a psychologically devastating event for a man -- since his animal (i.e., non-cognitive, non-cultural function) is sexual potency, he equates potency with being alive, worthwhile, deserving of continued existence. Culturally and societally, an impotent man can make just as great a contribution to the commonweal, but deep down inside, he often considers himself a failure (biologically, he is).

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tagLoving WivesJourney of a Cuckold Ch. 04

Journey of a Cuckold Ch. 04

Our sex life had improved significantly in the next few weeks, not that it was bad earlier. Given that we were enjoying our married sex life much better now, I was not sure if it would be good idea to pursue the swapping (or rather the mistress) idea.

Mayuri was settling in nicely with her new job. Her new job was quite demanding and she being a hard worker took it in her stride. Moreover, my consulting job kept me away for 4 days, keeping her fully occupied with her new job. Our move to Emeryville happened middle of June and we started liking the place. Rohini and Shrini kept away from us for some time, primarily to give Mayuri more time to contemplate the affair. They even planned a separate trip for the July 4th weekend.

Rohini and I were constantly in touch and discussed the 'mistress' idea mainly. Although, my mind didn't quite agree with the idea, my heart was sold on it. I even started fantasizing of Shrini having sex with Mayuri while we had sex. Every time we talked, Rohini urged me to bring up the topic of swap, to ensure that the topic remained on top of Mayuri's head.

Rohini's strategy was working, as one day Mayuri confessed that she found the idea very appealing but was not comfortable in taking the next step. Although, this was not new to me, it was the first time Mayuri confessed this to me. I never pressurized her but let her know, in no uncertain terms, that I was not averse to the idea. I urged her to pursue it, if she desired, without worrying bout seeking my consent.

However, the progress was very slow and I was not sure if Mayuri would bite the bullet. It had been more than three months since the theatre incident and nothing had happened after that. Shrini and Rohini visited us a handful of times but every time it was a friendly get-together. I, however, managed to savor a few intimate moments with Rohini. It was mostly at their place, while Shrini and Mayuri were out enjoying their morning trail ride.

Mayuri and Shrini loved riding and decided to rejuvenate their hobby for riding. Rohini and I tagged along on couple of occasions. I tried my hands at riding but very soon realized that riding was not for me. Rohini was pregnant and hence she couldn't ride so I usually stayed back behind with her. It was partly Rohini's idea that I didn't tag along and give them some privacy. So, soon they realized that decided to go by themselves on those mornings. I still remember how I managed to taste Rohini for the first time in their bed.

That morning Shrini & Mayuri left very early, around 5:30 and were not supposed to return until about 9:00am or so.

I woke up at 6:30, freshened and headed towards the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. Rohini was already up and making tea for us. Already in her fifth month pregnancy, her tummy was showing quite some. I gently hugged her from behind and planted a kiss on her neck.

"Good morning," she said leaning into me and turning her face towards me.

I learned forward and kissed her lips, returning her gesture, and wished her, "Good morning!" My hands sneaked inside her top and gently kneaded her tummy. Her skin felt so smooth and even -- her tummy too had grown quite big despite her lean build. She, however, didn't put on weight in any undesirable areas. Her ass, though, had increased in size and widened a bit. I wondered if Shrini was screwing her ass, now that she was growing too big to indulge in vaginal sex. She let me fondle her as she carried on with her chores. Although, she realized that I wanted to do more than just knead her tummy. Having finished her chores, she turned around to face me and said, "Do you think anything would happen today?" she asked.

"Not unless, you desire so," I said -- my lips inching closer to hers. Her eyes closed and her lips parted to accommodate my invading tongue. It was a leisurely, yet passionate kiss that lasted for a few minutes. My hands roamed over her body initially and then my left hand rested on her right breast while I squeezed her fleshy butt with my right hand. Rohini didn't hesitate either in gripping my manhood under my pajamas. It was erect and ready to go, despite my last night (long) session with Mayuri. Her kiss became forceful as she got hold of my erect dick underneath my pajamas. She had it wrapped in her fingers and still the head was peaking out. I am not so small after all, I thought to myself.

She broke the kiss and wiped her lips on my shirt. I had slobbered all over her mouth in the heat of the moment, most of which she had already gulped down.

"I am not talking about us," she said. Understanding that she was talking about something between Mayuri and Shrini I responded, "I don't hope much."

"But you do wish, don't you?" she said tightening her grip on my manhood. I responded to her by leaning into her for another kiss. We moved to their bedroom after this. I helped her with the top and unhooked her bra in no time. This was the first time I saw her naked breasts. Her bust size had definitely increased but was still considerably lower than Mayuri's bust size. I worked on each one of them for some time until her nipples were very erect and distended. Her nipples were much larger in comparison to her breast size -- one could easily slide a couple of small rings on her nipples. I wondered, if Shrini would transform Mayuri's breast in a similar way.

She shed rest of her clothes and spread herself inviting me to eat her. Her dark lips were swollen and seemed much bigger now. I leaned between her legs and kissed her tummy just around the navel. Unlike Mayuri, Rohini had a wheatish complexion -- a slightly darker shade of fair complexion. Mayuri was extremely fair and had pinkish lips that drove me crazy every time we made love. The contrast definitely excited me.

I licked and sucked her for almost half an hour, until my jaw ached. After she was completely spent, I lay near her legs cleaning up the mess of liquids we had created. The bed sheet was soaking wet right below her ass.

"Don't worry," she said, "I will change the bed sheet after we are done."

"You are the best pussy licker," she exhaled catching her breath.

"Really?" saying that I moved up and lied next to her. Her eyes had a glazed look as she continued starring at the ceiling.

"Although, you are only the second person I am having sex with," she said, "I can say this confidently."

"What about Shrini?" I enquired.

"He is not good at it," she replied calmly.

"He doesn't need to!"

"He can make a woman orgasm by just penetrating her," she clarified.

"That is why you need to practice more of pussy licking," she said holding my erect penis in her hand.

"That way Mayuri can have best of both the worlds!"

I turned towards her and kissed corners of her lips as she explained my future role to me. I never took her talk very seriously; I felt she was only trying to ensure that I don't intervene in Shrini's and Mayuri's affairs. She turned towards me and let me kiss her while she jacked my penis.

I motioned to move on top of her during the kiss, although her tummy didn't allow me to completely lie down on her. Realizing that I had moved to penetrate her, she broke the kiss and said, "You realize that you haven't earned that privilege yet."

"Come on Rohini," I urged her, "don't be so mean!"

"When will I earn that privilege," I complained.

"As soon as Mayuri lets Shrini mount her," she replied, her language full of sexual innuendo.

"Why don't you fellate me then," I pleaded.

"I can't," she responded, "till Mayuri becomes Shrini's mistress."

"But then Mayuri did fellate him," I reasoned.

"That because Mayuri is willing to become his mistress!"

Her hand continued to gently jack me while we were exchanging words.

"You should be very happy that I let you kiss my lips," she said coyly. I understood that she meant both of her lips. It was amazing how much I enjoyed kissing her lips -- both of them. Her breath and taste of her pussy excited me tremendously. In fact, the first time I went down on her, I thought I might just ejaculate without even touching my penis.

I was gradually pumping as she held my manhood in her hands very close to her vagina.

"I can't wait to feel this inside me," she said as I continued my thrusts. I hoped I could get a feel for her tight pussy before she delivers a baby. Shrini might have already dilated her pussy and birth of baby would perhaps make it impossible for her to feel me after her delivery.

"But you are not doing anything to make this possible," she complained.

"What?" I asked puzzled by her complaint. My thrusting slowed down in response to it as well.

"What is your weekly frequency with Mayuri?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said thinking for a second and then responded, "may be 6 or 7 times a week."

"You spend only 3 nights with her and yet so much sex?" she asked.

"We do it twice a day," I responded slowly see-sawing my penis through her fist.

"And how long does each session last?" she asked.

"Hmm... around 45 minutes to an hour," I said.

"You can't maintain this frequency and hope that Mayuri succumbs to Shrini's advances," she reprimanded. I understood her point now.

"What do you recommend?" I asked encouraging her, perhaps just to please her. In my mind it was clear that if Mayuri liked Shrini then she would have sex with him sooner or later. My having more sex with her didn't really matter. I knew that her sex drive was much stronger, so she could easily accommodate two studs, if required.

"Firstly, reduce the frequency to 3 or 4 per week," she said.

"Secondly, make a few sessions quickies."

Although, I was no match to Shrini (as per Rohini's explanation) in the sex department, I wasn't very bad either. I had a decent sized dick that had kept Mayuri content and happy until that episode with Shrini. We also had pretty good sex regularly that lasted for some time. Even when I penetrated her, I never came within a few strokes, except on couple of occasions. Whatever she recommended was very hard for me to practice.

I needed sex and I, perhaps, had a secret desire to watch Mayuri making out with a stud like Shrini. But both these needs were not mutually exclusive.

I bent down to kiss Rohini again, just to divert her attention from the topic. While doing so, my dick made contact with her pussy. Rohini was getting excited again with all this talk as her pelvis inched upwards to match each of my thrust. Her hand was still holding my erect penis very tightly but she the tip of my penis touch her pussy every now and then.

Our kisses were becoming more and more passionate now and I quickly seized the opportunity and tried to put more pressure on her hands. Now with each thrust my penis would touch her pussy lips and entered her pussy a little. I was hoping Rohini didn't create fuss over this and soon let me penetrate her. To my great surprise, she moved her other hand to my prick; I thought to guard against any unwarranted penetration. But she spread her lips and guided my dick into her. With one mighty stroke I was completely inside her, I did so without even thinking about her pregnant condition. She grunted as I completely sunk my penis in her vagina.

Her pussy was definitely a little bit more dilated than that of Mayuri's. But I was certain she could feel me. Our mouths still glued exchanging massive amount of saliva as I started slobbering again. I had this unusual habit that sometimes annoyed Mayuri. But Rohini gulped as much as she could and continued kissing me back. Her warm pussy was heavenly and I experienced the thrill that I had while having sex with Mayuri for the first time.

Within 3 minutes, I quickened the pace and came inside her. I lifted myself up a little and supported myself on my hands, my prick still embedded in her.

"You owe me," she said, "looking down at my pecker."

"Just let me know when and how to repay," I said between my labored breath.

"You promise?" she asked.

"Okay, then I can do one more favor," she said as she asked me to get up and lie down on my back. As I lay down on my back, she got up and kneeled between my legs and inspected my messy prick. It was still inflated and coated with my slimy cum.

"You are not that bad after all," she said hinting at my ability to fuck. She picked up my still inflated cock between her fingers and bent down to kiss it. I was stunned by her reaction as my prick was still messy and couldn't imagine even Mayuri doing that.

Her lips parted and she engulfed my spent cock in her mouth, sucking out the slimy semen in no time. She then continued giving a blowjob to me; her hands playing with balls all the time. My penis started responding to her expert tongue play. If that were not enough, she did something strange, that aroused me further. One of her fingers strayed to my anus and she started gently probing my anus. The finger was gently circling the puckered hold, probing a bit harder every now and then. Somehow, my body enjoyed that touch of hers. I never knew that I could get excited by such an act. I didn't object to it and instead let her take liberties.

She urged me to move my legs a little bit, which I did. That gave her much better access to my genitals and anus that she was had been massaging all along. My penis was fully erect now due to her expert work. She suddenly stopped and squeezed my dick with her left hand that was busy playing with my anus and then moved her hand to my anus again transferring the wetness to that area. I understood that she would probably insert a finger inside. I winced in (pleasurable) pain as her middle finger entered my anus.

She kept it completely embedded inside for a few moments before she decided to start the see-sawing motion. I was in a very excited stated and any other time would have perhaps ejaculated. This time, however, I was able to prolong this state due to my recent ejaculation.

After about 15 minutes of non stop sucking and fucking (with her finger), she came up to me and kissed me.

"That was amazing!" I said.

"I can't imagine Mayuri doing it for me," I added.

"Well, I am not sure if she will do it for you,"

"But she will certainly do it for Shrini," she said.

I moved to fuck her again and urged her to move on all her fours. She co-operated and let me mount her from behind. I pumped her pussy for over 10 minutes and still was not close to climaxing. Rohini was getting tired in that position and she urged to switch back to missionary style.

"How much more time?" she asked me. Mayuri rarely asked such a question but there were occasions when she asked this. It usually meant that the woman was satisfied and it was okay to cum any time. On a good day, I could enjoy 15-20 minutes of penetration without ejaculating. But then I used delay tactics by stopping my humping and concentrating on working Mayuri's tits and perhaps even going down on her once in a while.

"Don't know," I said.

"Would you mind if Mayuri swallowed Shrini's load and not yours?" Rohini asked titillating my senses -- perhaps encouraging me to climax sooner.

"Mayuri doesn't like swallowing," I responded between my thrusts.

"With Shrini, she will," emphasized Rohini.

"Would you mind if Mayuri rimmed Shrini's asshole?" Rohini asked further.

"You mean perform analingus on him?" I clarified.

"I can never imagine her doing that," I replied.

"She will start doing this for Shrini," she said.

"A good mistress knows how to pleasure her master," she continued.

"She would never do that," I reiterated.

"Well, why don't you have a bet with me then," she lured me.

"You can win a sexual favor from me, if you win," she said.

"Otherwise, I win a sexual favor from you!"

"What kind of favor?"

"Oh don't worry," she assured, "It is just a perverted sexual favor."

"Done," I said knowing very confidently that Mayuri would never indulge in such perverted acts. We never even spoke of such activities and hence believed Mayuri would never participate in such acts.

"Are you about to cum?" she asked me.

"Sort of?"

"How long?"

"May be a few more strokes," I responded.

"Well, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said. Surprised by her request, I pulled out and moved towards her face. It was a cumbersome position, so she asked me to stand next to the bed facing her, while she turned on her side and took my throbbing prick in her mouth.

Her head was supported by her hand as I slowly see-sawed through her mouth. Her other hand started fingering my asshole again. I wondered if Shrini and Rohini had fetish for anal sex.

In a few more strokes I flooded her mouth with my cum. Or so, I imagined. With hardly any time recuperate; all I could manage was a few drops. She diligently sucked in the ejaculation and cleaned my dick completely.

Exhausted by our session, we both lied down on our bed in each other's arms. I was not sure if the comments she was making about Shrini enjoying her women to swallow and perform analingus were true and I decided to broach the topic now that there wasn't any sexual energy left in us.

She responded, "Yes it is true."

"Shrini loves it."

"If Mayuri cannot do this for Shrini, then she cannot be his true Mistress," she clarified.

"I don't think Mayuri enjoys these things," I said.

"She will learn to," Rohini reasoned.

"Once she is pleasured by his dick."

"She will do anything for him," explained Rohini.

"Is he that good?" I asked curiously.

"He is much better than even you," Rohini said emphasizing that my performance wasn't bad.

"Shrini could hump a woman in all positions for 35-40 minutes without showing any sign of cumming," she elaborated.

"Moreover, his prick size gives immense pleasure to many women."

"I am quite certain that Mayuri would not only accommodate but also crave for his cock."

"I am sure it would excite you if she reserved some special privileges to Shrini only," Rohini said while smiling at me.

"Wouldn't it?"

"Yes it would."

"A little," I honestly admitted.

"Don't let it upset you, though."

"Women instinctively let their preferred lovers take a few unwarranted privileges," she elaborated.

"It is there way of letting their preferred lovers know that they are the preferred ones."

"Are Shrini and Mayuri comfortable with each others company," I asked changing the topic.

"More than comfortable," she said and added further, "There talk is full of sexual innuendos," clarifying what she meant.

"Are they talking about sex?" I eagerly asked.

"Well, Shrini is just testing the waters and Mayuri is responding favorably," said Rohini.

"It is only a matter of time before Shrini mounts Mayuri."

"She needs a *just* reason," she said.

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Why You Become So Much Sexier When You Truly Own Your Sexuality

Susana Ramírez

So there is this girl named Amy* I see in this bar I go to a lot and lately, she's been looking really mind-blowingly amazing.

And it's not just because she's had this kickass makeover and cut her long hair into this trendy pixie cut and has started to step up her style game and instead of wearing tired old jeans and flip-flops, she is rocking leather pants and cool boots. That of course helps, but I'm telling you it's much, much more than that.

There is a goddamn light in her eyes that's so insanely bright, it's magnetic. There is a radiance to her formerly sallow skin. She doesn't slink into shadows; she walks with a newfound confidence. I'm not lying when I say her denim blue eyes will burn holes right through you.

This has my head spinning in a million directions because just six months ago, you would have never even noticed her. Six months ago, she looked OK, and I'm not trying to be downright bitchy but you probably wouldn't have looked at her twice.

She had a dull aura. She blended into the walls of the bar. And I always exchanged a smile with her, but she never smiled back. She slouched and gave out the vibe that she didn't really want to connect with anyone. Her eyes were downcast. I never even noticed how wildly blue her eyes were until very recently. Now I look at her eyes, and it's like BAM. CRASH. BOOM. LIGHTNING. SPARKLES.

It probably sounds like I want to screw this girl's brains out, but that's not even the case (perv). It's not even that I'm attracted to her. It's really just that I'm so deeply fascinated and perplexed by this great shift in energy.

Did she go to a seminar on owning one's fierceness somewhere in the Catskills? Can I sign up? Are they accepting applications? Who is her therapist and is she taking on new clients? Did she see a hypnotist? Can I get her name, please? Oh spill the secret -- HOW did you transform so quickly, sweet Amy?

So I asked an acquaintance who I know knows her.

"Girl, what happened to Amy? She looks SICK," I slugged back some of my drink. "In a good way," I added.

And she responded with, "She came out of the closet."

"OH, SHE WASN'T OUT BEFORE?" I have the best gaydar on the planet and am notorious for knowing everyone's sexualities before they even do, so you know, I just felt the lesbian vibes strongly and assumed she did too.

Our acquaintance chuckled lightly and said, "Girl, no, she wasn't out. Not. At. All." She then neglected me in the bar and went outside to smoke cigarettes with some acid blonde beach babe.

I sat on the barstool alone, ferociously scrolling through Instagram, getting increasingly jealous of all the pretty pictures of all the pretty people I follow when Amy strutted into the bar. You wanted to look at her. No, stare at her. She just had that thing. And I'm always curious how people get that thing, so I quietly observed from the safety of my lone barstool.

As I watched her move with incredible ease, I realized exactly what had happened. It wasn't the leather pants. It was the way she moved in those leather pants. The leather pants weren't even that cool, nor did they fit her properly. But she moved like a person who was comfortable in her skin. And why was she comfortable in her skin, you ask?

Well, because she had finally come to own her sexuality.

See, our sexuality is such a huge, massive core part of who we are as human beings. And when we're uncomfortable with that gigantic part of ourselves, it's palpable.

When I was in the closet and not dressing like myself and trying to be something I inherently wasn't, no amount of winged liner and designer fragrance and pure barre classes could've make me sexy. Yeah, I sort of pulled it off from time to time, but when I look at pictures of my uncomfortable self, something is definitely off. There is a deadness in the eyes and a disconnect from my body and a forcedness to my sexuality and anything forced is automatically unsexy. Because what you have to force isn't coming from a real place. And being sexy is all about being real.

Then, when I came out and began to feel really authentically sexual all the time, I began to look more fierce. And Amy and I are just two cases in a bottomless sea of gazillions.

It's not even about coming out or being gay or being straight. It's about that deep-rooted feeling, that inner confidence that makes us say "Hell yes, I'm a sexual being and I'm not going to run away from it. I OWN IT despite my sexuality or body size or height or weight or whatever."

And once you start to do that, all the missing pieces fall into place. It's like magic, and the more I think about it, the more I realize I've seen it so many times. You start to own your sexuality and then you start to dress in the way that makes YOU feel sexy.

You stop worrying about what society deems sexy. The boys start wearing dresses (if that's what they like) and the girls start wearing slacks (if that's what they like) and everyone is just gorgeously themselves and starts to burn bright as the stars and draw in all the right people.

Because the right people are attracted to that kind of starlight, you know? You start to become a person with "swagger" that people don't mess with. Nothing scares off assholes like a person who owns his or her sexual identity (especially if it's unconventional).

So kittens, if you feel like you're not being sexy, no amount of makeup or lingerie or surgery will help. You gotta dig deep and get comfortable with your sexuality. Just own it, girl. Let go of the shame surrounding your sexuality, which I know is hard because society has coaxed us into being super ashamed of our sexuality.

But that's just the boy's club's cheap method of holding us back. We don't need to play by their rules. Instead we can say, "screw you, society, because I'm going to own my sexuality and I'm going to GLOW and I'm going to take over the world with my fierce swag."

*Name has been changed.


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Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 02

Mokie's cell phone rang at 5am the following morning, jarring her from what had been a restless sleep. She did not recognize the number but had a good idea of who it was.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Good morning, slut," demeaned Jason.

Mokie knew he would expect a "Good Morning, Master," but she did not give it. She waited silently for him to go on.

"Not very talkative this morning, are we?" he said. "I expect a better display of reverence moving forward. But I will excuse that for now. I will be at your place in thirty minutes. We are going for a ride. Be outside your building at 5:30." He hung up without waiting for a response.

Mokie wracked her mind, trying to come up with some way to turn this against him. She felt like last night was about as bad as she could take, but knew that it was tame compared to what he had planned for her. But she did not have enough time to think right now.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the rest room. No time for a shower, she splashed water on her face and washed it with soap. As degraded as she felt, she was shocked at the beautiful girl in the mirror as she toweled herself off. It made her feel a little better knowing that she still had her looks, even if she had relinquished control.

Back in the bedroom, she picked a tight-fitting, pink polo shirt that hugged her form. As with yesterday, no bra was needed. She then pulled on a pink thong and a short white skirt. It only went half way down to her knees and did not cling to her thighs. Any simple little spin or turn and the hem would rise and fall, teasing any guy staring at her. Her toned legs looked stunning in this outfit.

She looked at the clock: 5:20. She headed towards the door, but stopped herself. 'Fuck,' she thought to herself. 'The butt plug.'

She turned back towards the bedroom and found the plug lying on the floor where she had left it. She sat it upright on the floor and squatted over it, as she had before. As she forced it inside her ass, she thought that there must be a better way to do this, but for now it was the only way she knew. She hoped that it would be more comfortable over time, but was not very optimistic.

Jason turned around the corner and saw her from down the block. There was no one else around this early in the morning, so she stood out easily. He pulled up to her and lowered the window.

"Is your plug inserted?" he asked casually, taking the place of the usual pleasantries.

"Yes, Master," she said, now incredibly glad that she remembered it.

"Let me see," he commanded.

"Here, right now?"

"Don't question me, bitch. Turn around and lift up that skirt."

Mokie turned her ass to the window and looked both ways. She saw no one. Quickly, she lifted her skirt and pulled her thong aside.

"Very good, slave. Now get in here."

Mokie put herself back together and entered the car. "Where are we going?" she asked, not sure how he would react to her questioning him.

"Downtown. Don't talk the rest of the way. I am not keeping you around for your conversation."

That was fine by Mokie. The less she had to talk to him the less she considered her horrible situation.

Jason wound his way through a barren downtown LA on this early Tuesday hour. Mokie had no idea where he could be taking her, and decided it was best not to guess. Her meandering imagination could only be worse than the reality...she hoped.

Jason turned down a side street and put the car in park. Mokie surveyed the length of the street, seeing nothing except for a solitary neon sign that was flickering on and off. She could not read it from her angle.

"Get out," Jason said. Mokie did as she was told, and Jason walked around the back of the car and took her hand. He pulled her down the alley towards door beneath the flickering sign. Mokie craned her neck to read it: 'Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.' She panicked.

"Jason, I am not going in here." She yanked her hand out of his grasp.

"I beg to differ, slut," he said, grabbing her upper arm and squeezing it hard. "When you give me head later, I want your tongue to be pierced. Now if you want, we can end this charade right now, but bear in mind that your parents will not only learn of your failure to graduate, but they will see this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his digital camera, turning the viewing screen towards Mokie.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand as she saw her naked body, folded in half against the wall, her pussy and ass spread towards the camera.

"You wouldn't," said Mokie, testing the waters.

"I'm not fucking around here, Mokie. Now get your ass inside."

"But my parents will certainly see my tongue again. How do I explain it?"

"First of all, slut, you can always take out the stud at any time, unless I demand otherwise. Secondly, stop thinking that I am concerned with any problems you might experience from my treatment of you. I don't care about your mental anguish or any side affects. You only matter to me as an object of sex."

Mokie gave up her fight, and let him lead her inside. If she had considered it any further, she still would have relented. Given the way she was dressed and the neighborhood they were in, if she were to make a run for it she probably would have ended up gang-raped and left on the curb. She followed a couple of steps behind, her shoulders slumped in resignation.

The inside of the parlor smelled of cigarettes and cheap beer. Mokie cringed as she felt her sandals stick against the tacky floor.

"Jason, my man!" said a big, burly man in black jeans and a wife beater. Tattoos covered both of his arms, his chest and neck.

"Alonzo, my friend. Good to see you," Jason answered, stepping forward and shaking his hand. "This is the girl I was telling you about. Say hello, slut."

"Hello," Mokie mumbled weakly, trying to avoid eye contact.

The slap came quickly, snapping her head from left to right. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the blur of Jason's hand rising to her face, but there was no time to react.

For a moment she just froze, her head tilted to the right. No one had ever hit her like that before. The pain was mixed with surprise and shock.

Mokie reached for her left cheek with her right hand, her eyes wide with surprise, tears forming in her eyes.

"Excuse me, Zo. A teachable moment is upon us." He turned back to Monique. "You are a slut. My slut. Three holes. When you address one of my friends, male or female, you will show the appropriate respect, because when you don't it reflects badly on me."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "Lock your hands behind your neck." Mokie just stared back. Jason raised his right hand again. Quickly, she obeyed. "Stand straight as an arrow. Thrust out your pitiful breasts. Spread your legs two feet wide. This is the position you will take when I order you to 'Attention.'" Mokie stared, the words flying so quickly, still smarting from the original slap.

"Now try again to greet my friend appropriately, slut."

Mokie, her eyes darting between Jason's stern face and Alonzo's smiling countenance, replied, "Hello, Sir." Her voice did not waver, revealing a strength that she really did not feel.

"That's more like it, slut." Jason turned to Alonzo, "She needs to have her tongue pierced, and who else am I going to take her to, especially at this time of the morning?"

"A wise move, friend. We will have this done in no time."

A few moments later, Mokie was sitting in a padded chair. The moment she sat down, Jason had used Velcro straps to lash her wrists to the arms of the chair. Still in a state of shock, she had done nothing to resist.

"Stick out your tongue, honey," Alonzo said.

Mokie did not obey. She just stared, dumbfounded that this was happening, her body being modified without her permission. Suddenly she became alert. "No," she nearly screamed. "You can't do this to me! This is against my will and I will sue you if you lay a hand on me." There, she said it. Her breathing was ragged, the adrenalin rush causing her to quiver.

Alonzo looked at Jason, whose face was a deep red with anger. He looked at Alonzo, who nodded. Monique did not miss their non-verbal communication.

Jason walked away and opened a drawer behind Mokie. She turned her head, trying to see what was happening, but before she could say one word, a shadow passed over her head and Jason pinched her nostrils closed. When she tried to protest, a hard rubber ring was forced into her open mouth and Jason was strapping it behind her head.

"at are oo oing?" she gasped.

"We could have done this the easy way, slut, but no, you just don't get it. So we will do it the hard way," Jason responded.

Alonzo had gone to one of his drawers and returned with some sort of metal grip. Mokie was unable to resist, as he pushed the tool into her opened mouth, grasped her tongue, and pulled it from her mouth. The tool seemed to have a locking device, so he simply let it hang from her tongue, now pulled from her mouth.

"ooooooooooooooooo," she tried to scream. It was a futile attempt to stop the inevitable.

Alonzo was rubbing some kind of antiseptic on it with a swab. She fought the urge to gag. She felt herself go light headed, and tried to calm her ragged breathing.

"Stay still," Alonzo ordered, as he brought his piercing gun to her tongue. Mokie closed her eyes, unable to watch. She felt a little bit of pressure, and then a sharp stinging sensation.

She moaned in great distress.

"One more second, girl" said Alonzo as he grabbed a barbell and slid it through the hole.

"Wait. I've changed my mind," Jason interjected. "If you had obeyed like a good slut, I was going to make it removable." Looking at his friend, Zo, he said, "Make it permanent."

Alonzo raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. Monique squealed, trying to beg him, to say she was sorry.

She watched as Alonzo took a dab of super glue, screwing the pink top of the barbell on tightly. He shoved the metal through her tongue, and added a drop of glue to the underside, again tightening the ball.

"OK, all done. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Monique merely groaned as he released her tongue from the clamp. She pulled her pierced tongue into her mouth. She felt Jason remove the strap behind her neck, pulling the ring gag from her mouth, as Alonzo released her wrists from the chair.

He held a mirror up to her face, and ordered Monique to check out her new jewelry. When she opened her mouth and peeked, she emitted a deep and solemn moan, tears forming in her eyes.

"How could you..." she began, then noticed how the stud caused a slight, but definite speech impediment. It reminded her of when she had to wear a retainer after her braces were removed in middle school.

Looking directly at Monique, Alonzo said, "That will be fifty bucks."

She stared at Jason. Jason stared right back.

"Don't just sit there, pay the man!" Jason ordered.

"I didn't bring any money! I didn't know I would be needing any!"

"Well, Alonzo. Is there something she can do?"

"There is only one alternate form of payment, and it would involve putting that new stud to use," he said.

"Well, if that is the only option, get to it, slave," Jason said, grabbing her hair behind her ear and pulling her off the chair.

"Please, Sir. I can pay, I promise. I will send a check for twice the amount due. I'm good for it."

"We don't take checks, bitch. It's cash or head. No credit offered."

Alonzo was now sitting in the padded chair, and Jason was holding Mokie against him but facing Alonzo. Alonzo whipped out his cock, already erect, and held it straight up for her. Jason held her at the waist and pushed her back forward, bending her over at the waist.

Alonzo grabbed both sides of her head around the ears and pulled her mouth towards his dick.

Monique's first reaction was to resist. This is not how she operated. She was always in control. She had used oral sex as a tool to get what she wanted. It was for her pleasure. Now her every move was controlled and orchestrated by Jason.

Until she found a way out, she also knew there was no choice but to obey, and so she opened her mouth to take him inside.

Jason grabbed each of her arms and pulled them behind her back, disabling her from holding onto the chair for support. His erection was trying to fight through his shorts, grinding against her thong-covered pussy, forcing her forward onto Alonzo's cock.

With her numb tongue, it was hard for her to tell the difference, but Alonzo was loving the feel of the cold, metal stud running up the bottom of his dick. He bounced her head up and down with his hands, recognizing that she could not do it herself with her hands secured behind her back.

Jason raised her wrists towards her shoulder, forcing her to bend more deeply at the waist and moan in discomfort.

As her head was forced up and down the cock, Mokie took inventory of her situation. She was bent over at the waist, her arms twisted high behind her back, a rubber plug was stuffed in her ass as she sucked off a stranger as payment for a tongue piercing she didn't even want. Jason had taken her a long way in under 24 hours.

"Stay in this position, slut," Jason warned as he released her and backed away. Of course, her wrists and arms dropped slightly from their forced position. She spread her legs a little to keep her balance now that Jason wasn't holding her in place. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jason with his camera.

Flash. Flash. Flash. He rattled off photos of her stuffed with dick, which she was sure he would use to control her further. Alonzo shoved her deeper down his dick with one hand, and with the other made some kind of gang sign gestures to the camera, demonstrating his dominance over her.

"MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!" Mokie sputtered, a sign that she was having trouble breathing.

"Oh, fuck yeah, bitch, take my cum," Alonzo warned. He held her head in place as he shot his load straight down her throat.

"kack, kack, kack," Mokie continued, swallowing his seed. Stream after stream shot straight down her throat. None of it spilled out of her mouth.

"Very good girl," said Alonzo. "Very skilled. You must do that all the time." He mocked her as he kept his softening dick between her lips. As he held her there, Jason came over and pulled her thong down to the floor.

"For you, friend," he said, tossing them to Alonzo. "For your wall."

"I am going to have to keep this one in a special location. This bitch is special," he responded. "And hey, check it out. Sopping wet. This cunt loves it!"

Alonzo let go of Mokie's head and let her up. She stood, erect but woozy, disoriented by the whole experience. She was mortified that her body had been turned on by their assault.

"Alright, we have to go before the streets get too busy," said Jason. They exchanged their goodbyes as Jason grabbed Mokie's hand and led her outside. He could tell by her demeanor that she was embarrassed, shocked and humiliated, which only turned him on further.

"Listen, you should be happy about this. Now you can serve me better, which means I will be happier with you, and less likely to turn you in."

That was little consolation for Mokie, who was trying to devise schemes on how to prevent any of her friends from identifying her new adornment.

Jason opened the door for her and ushered her inside his car.

"Lift your skirt so that your bare ass and pussy are in direct contact with the seat." Mokie complied, shifting her skirt back until she could feel her dampness on the fabric. "Very good, now spread your legs." Again, Mokie obeyed. Only a few inches of her skirt hid her sex from him.

"Stay like that for the duration of the ride home, pet." This was the final time he spoke to her for the rest of the drive. "Pet" echoed in her mind as the car moved along.

The entire ride home, every bump in the road and rumble of pavement purred against her pussy. Just enough to tease but not get her off. She spent the trip gripping tightly to the door handle and the arm rest, praying her body would not yield to the stimulation, that Jason would not realize what was happening within her.

She was relieved to see her apartment appear up ahead. Escape from the torments and shock of the morning was near.

Jason pulled up and unlocked the doors. "You are free for the rest of the morning and afternoon. I will call you later with further instructions. Make sure your cell is charged and with you at all times."

"Oh, and I assume you are going to shower, so I want you to shave off every hair below your neck. If I find one hair, you will be punished for it. Two hairs and you don't want to know what the punishment will be." She had turned to just stare, mouth not open, just staring as though in a trance.

"And one more thing. Take those pearl studs out of your ears. Earrings send a message and I want your message to be 'fuck me,' so hoops only from now on."

That was his goodbye.

Mokie opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk, quickly making her way inside, her new tongue stud clicking at the insides of her teeth, reminding her of her captivity. She did not look back, did not say a word, but Jason's chuckling haunted her as she opened the door to her apartment.

Upstairs in Mokie's apartment, her roommate, Jennnifer, sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. The room was tranquil, silent, and Jenn did her best to enjoy her solitude. But her peaceful demeanor at this early weekend hour belied the tempest that was brewing inside her.

She had only known Mokie a few months before they rented this place together, and they both had done it out of necessity instead of friendship. They were both looking for a partner to share the ridiculously high rent in this neighborhood, and they both happened to be ending their previous lease at the same time. It was strictly a matter of convenience.

But lately, the arrangement had not been so cordial. Jenn had grown to resent the way Mokie walked around the apartment dressed like a slut, always going out of the way to exaggerate her features in order to attract men.

She also hated Mokie's horrible roommate habits. Jenn did all of the food shopping, most of the cleaning, and, on the rare occasion that they ate together, she did all the cooking. It was obvious that Monique was an only child, expecting to have things done for her instead of making do herself.

Things really started to take a turn for the worse last week when Jenn's boyfriend left her. While there was no solid proof of this, Jenn felt that he left her because he thought he had a chance with Mokie. She had caught him on numerous occasions eyeing her as she pranced around the apartment in her skimpy PJs. But Jenn never called him out for it because, in reality, she just couldn't blame him.

While she was constantly denying it to herself, deep down Jenn was bi-curious. On certain nights, lying alone in her bed, she would dig deep into her fantasies and envision Mokie as she stroked herself to orgasm. As much as she hated her as a roommate, she would love to get between the sheets with her, given the opportunity. She was just too shy to ever attempt it.

But as she sat at the table, she was focusing her thoughts on why she hated Mokie, and this morning she could add slamming the door at 5:30am to the list. The jolt had rocked her from her sleep, and now she was groggy on what should have been a relaxing Tuesday morning. She was trying to build up the nerve to say something.

Just then the door swung violently open, and Mokie ran through the dining area with a complete disregard for her roommate. Jenn's eyes followed her across the room until Mokie disappeared into her bedroom.

In her haste, Mokie forgot to close her door, which Jenn misinterpreted as an invitation to enter and find out what was going on. She brought her mug to the door frame and looked into Mokie's room. She would forever be glad that she did.

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If you're seeking a dildo that is both girthy and lengthy, and that is well made both in terms of materials used and overall design, then look no further than the Joystick Mr. Big. However, if strong vibrations are your sensual stimuli of choice, if you're an inexperienced user or if you have trouble with larger toys, then you might want to look elsewhere.
Materials are top quality, nice design, works well as a dildo
Vibrations are quite weak, toy may be too large for inexperienced users, non flared base
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From her: While I thoroughly enjoyed using this toy anally on my partner as its formidable girth and length made it enjoyable both for me to watch and for him to experience, I found that it was just a tad too large for me. I would say that enthusiasts of larger dildos / vibrators with low vibrational functions would get the most out of the Mr. Big; it's also the perfect toy for those occasions where you want that nice full, stretched feeling, which occasionally I am in the mood for.

From him: The smooth bumps of this Mister made every inch a fun experience. It definitely keeps things interesting, due to the slant edges on the side, and you're not left feeling like you're riding a string of beads. The vibrations provided were enough to tease, but not totally satisfy me, while the girth and length stretched me nicely. If you're into larger sizes, this is a great warm up, getting you ready for bigger and better without causing you to peak too early.
  • Who / How / What
    Who might this product be best for? How is it best used? What are the best circumstances or situations for using this product?
  • Body / part areas
    What areas on the body can this product be used / what areas does it stimulate best?
    • G-spot
    • P-spot

Material / Texture

From her: For a silicone dildo with an internal vibration function, this toy is surprisingly bendy. While it is not quite "springy," it can bend a few inches in any direction rather easily. The silicone is obviously high quality as it is completely smooth and free of any unpleasant odors. I find that both the smoothness and the bendy quality of Mr. Big make it easier to insert.

From him: As mentioned, the insertable length is composed of silicone, which is completely tasteless, odorless, and has a velvety finish. When combined with lube, you're not going to really notice the texture of the material, letting you focus on each satisfying bump.
    • No odor

Design / Shape / Size

From her: To be honest, the design made me chuckle when I first saw it, since the overlapping ridges on the underside of the toy come together on its front side to form what look like cartoonish abdominal muscles or segmentation on an insect. The ridges also make it look like the toy has a slight upward curve, but it is in fact more or less straight, which makes it difficult to hit my G-spot. However, as I mentioned, this toy is more suited for use when one wants to feel filled, rather than hitting particular areas. Though the overlapping ridges are an interesting design and can certainly be felt with one's fingers, I couldn't feel them at all when the toy was inserted vaginally. That being said, I think they may have had something to do with making the toy easier to insert, as they functioned as slight gradiations in size which increased slowly, acclimatizing the user to its girth.

From him: Mr. Big lives up to its name, as it is both quite long and thick, and the bulges are perfectly sized, in that difference between small and large isn't drastic enough to cause a popping effect when in use, instead it just provides a wonderful, smooth ride, gently stretching you just a little bit more before relaxing you, as it goes in.

The size of this toy means it's more on the advanced side of the experience chart, and there's not too much give to the material, so it's a stiffer ride. It is rather phallic in shape, and you're not fooling anyone into thinking it's anything but a dildo. The nature of the controls means it probably won't get turned on mid-transit, but be safe; take the batteries out.

Functions / Performance / Controls

From her: I am not a fan of twist controlled vibrators, but they are very simple and straightforward to use. That being said, even with the vibrations turned on at full blast I could barely feel anything when I had the toy inserted - I attribute this partially to the size of the toy, which is a much more intense sensation, and partially to the vibration mechanism just not being up to par with others I've used. Out of curiosity, and for comparison, I applied the tip of the Mr. Big directly to my clit, and again, couldn't really feel anything; the vibrations are that weak.

From him: This is the first vibrator that I've owned that has the little twist base control scheme, and I'm less than impressed. I know that it's a fairly common control, and it's probably a cheaper option, but it remains somewhat difficult to use solo, as far as changing vibration levels on the fly goes.

Care and Maintenance

From him: Thankfully, Mr. Big is made out of pure silicone, and clean up is very simple. Give it a quick wash with antibacterial soap or a bleach solution for added cleanliness. However, because of the electronic components, you're unable to run it through your dishwasher or boil it for total sterilization. Because of this, you should always use a condom if you're sharing this between partners.

The silicone also attracts stray dust and hairs, so you'll probably want to give it a rinse before each use. Storing it in the provided satin pouch adds a layer of discretion and also helps keep the dust down. As always, store other toys that may have sharp points away from this, as you don't want to deal with puncture marks, which could compromise the surface integrity.
    • Easy to clean
    • Easy to store

From him: Mr. Big comes in a paperboard container with a clear plastic window in the front, so it's not exactly discreet. The toy itself is nestled in an additional insert, and the satin storage bag is included, folded in the bottom. Not really useful for storage, as the box is on the larger side, and while there's no explicit images, it is very obviously a dildo, so into the toy chest this one goes.

From her: I really liked the little satin drawstring bag that came with the toy - especially with silicone toys, prone to collecting every stray hair in the immediate vicinity, it's nice to have something to isolate this toy from the others in the chest. The construction of the bag is decent, too; it seems that it will hold up for awhile yet.
    • Not discreet
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