“That’s a good girl,” said Glen delicately holding Izzy’s chin in his hand while feeding her a fat slice of vanilla pound cake.  

The cake was frosted with pink frosting and decorated with strawberries and sprinkles. 

“Let me hear how much you like it,” said Glen. 

Izzy made a pleasured noise, and Glen stroked her hair. 

In that moment, Izzy was perfectly, utterly happy. The cake tasted good and her body was relaxed. Glen had spanked her earlier, with a leather paddle embossed with her name — she needed to feel wanted — and the spankings had released all the tension in her body. 

She licked each of his fingers lovingly, worshiping the hand that fed her. He fucked her mouth for a while, with three of his fingers, and she felt enormous pleasure in her pussy, opening for him, relaxing her throat, which after years of bulimia, had learned to be tense after she swallowed. 

But while he fucked her like this, nothing mattered. She focused solely on becoming a port for him to enter, and he entered, and she loved him and cherished him because she felt loved and cherished. 

They weren’t in love. This was made abundantly clear on the paperwork. But Glen had helped her understand that love is energy is life is love. So technically, to be in love with life is to love yourself, and to love yourself is to love people. Love was a feeling, of safety and belonging. To be in love, he instructed her, was different. Being in love is something else entirely; but, he said, you’ll know it when you feel it. 

For now, Izzie was content with learning to love herself. Which meant learning to love pleasure. Which Glen gave her, every Friday at four o’clock, before going home and making love to his wife. 

Glen, wise, old Glen, with tufts of white hair and very agile, wrinkly fingers, revered the body of the goddess as the body of Izzy in front of him. He had instructed her to lay over his lap. Now was when he turned off his thinking mind, and gave her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Because she was a good girl, and deserved it. 

He told her so, smoothing back her auburn hair and whispering her name into her ear as he plunged the depths of her pussy. It was important to call her by her full name, “Isadora,” even though in the outside world she went by “Izzy,” because women deserve to be honored in that way. 

Her ass was already red from where he had smacked it. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t get a sense of pride at seeing his name marked over her ample thighs. He was proud of the weight she had gained since she had started seeing him. It made him feel ownership, and protection. He picked up an amethyst crystal dildo, and told her it was time to get fucked. 

Ever the princess, she spread her perfect thighs for him as he said this, and he stroked her pussy to communicate pride, proffering a few slaps as well to lubricate the royal passageway. Glen also couldn’t pretend he didn’t receive immense satisfaction from the knowledge that he was in a position most men craved. Yet he had earned this right by learning how to create a realm of safety; by studying the art of protection; by dedicating himself to becoming noble. And his wife, ever the stunner at sixty-five, still put out five to six times a week. They had the best sex, and his work with his clients was fulfilling. 

So he surrendered himself to the ripe, young pussy in front of him — Isadora was twenty-five, but had lived the life of a five-hundred-year-old, in pain — with the knowledge that he was taking part in the Universal dance. 

Glen coated his left hand in lube, transferring it to her magic passageway. Isadora arched toward him, yearning to reach a climax. He had this problem with women, after they learned they could come. They wanted it too quickly. So he spanked her until she lost the will to strain, and when her ass was red again, and pulsating, he finally took the amethyst dildo and positioned it at her entrance. 

“I want to hear you,” he said to her, in a coaxing voice. 

Isadora squealed softly as he pushed the dildo inside her, complimenting her all the while. It really was a sight to be seen, this plump female body prostrate before him, tied up in hot pink rope, with a giant crystal in her vagina. 

That reminded him. Her asshole needed some work too. Leaving the dildo in her pussy, to the sound of her delighted panting, Glen reached into his toolkit and withdrew a soft, pink, fluffy bunny-tail butt plug he had purchased for exactly this occasion. 

“You’re gonna look so adorable, honey,” he told her, now lubing up her ass. “Such an adorable, pink, pretty bunny rabbit. Hold that ass in the air for me. That’s it.” 

She was obedient. She was so good at being obedient. He told her this as he ran a finger around the rim of her asshole to loosen it before gradually, to the delicious sounds of her moans, working the butt plug into place. 

Then he had magnificence before him, like artwork that belonged in a gallery. He occasionally ran into this, moments of exquisite beauty, when he wished what he saw could be seen by the others. It would heal the masses, but the problem is, the masses don’t want to be healed. Not really. They want to take, but not to give, and to earn a woman’s pleasure, you must devote yourself to serving Her.  

Her being the earth. Her being the body, the holy spirit, the only spirit that is true. 

Glen hummed his approval, running his palm along her spine to feel the tension mounting. She would come when he allowed her. The session was running short today, because he had a video call at five p.m. sharp, and Glen needed to make sure there was time for aftercare. So he pinched her ass, hard enough to make her scream, and told her she was a whore (Izzy also had religious trauma). He kept calling her a whore, a dirty whore, a fucking whore, as he eased the dildo outside of her then plunged. She started coming almost immediately. It happened when he called her “whore.” 

He held her ass firmly and continued to fuck her with the dildo as she rode out her orgasm.

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