Day 380 Thursday
That morning, Dale had to leave early for the office without his normal before breakfast release. Alone in the house, Denise and Victoria had finished breakfast and were drinking coffee. Denise said, "I wish Dale had not gone to work so early. I'm a little horny this morning."
"How can you say that?" Victoria asked.
"I am feeling horny. That's how I can say it," Denise answered.
"I don't understand. You really enjoy sex with Dale," Victoria said.
"I think it would be more accurate to say that I enjoy sex," Denise said.
Victoria was quiet for a moment and then asked, "What is so enjoyable about it?"
Denise smiled as she considered the answer. She said, "One day I discovered something amazing. Do you know what it was?"
"No, that's why I'm asking," Victoria said.
Denise asked, "When Dale presents his cock to you, is he jamming it into your mouth or are you taking it into your mouth?"
"I guess I'm taking it into my mouth," Victoria answered uncertainly. She always felt that he was invading her.
"That's right. You are taking it into your mouth," Denise said. She smiled and asked, "Once his cock is in your mouth, does he grab your head and force his cock down your throat?"
"No."
Denise asked, "Who does that put into control of the situation?"
"Him?" Victoria answered feeling that he was the one making the demands on her and that put him in control.
Denise shook her head and said, "You. It puts you in control of what happens. You have the power to decide when it starts. You have the power to decide if the blowjob will be good or bad."
"Really?" Victoria asked.
"Yes, really," Denise answered. Shaking her head, she added, "Every time you've had sex with him, he's told you to perform some act and you do it. That's the key thing, you do it."
"It is coerced," Victoria said, "I'm not doing it of my own free will. That's a kind of rape."
"Is that right? He tells you that if you want to redefine yourself, you'll do it because you said that you would do it as payment for his help. That's coercion of the worst kind, I guess."
Victoria stared at Denise thinking that she didn't understand. His treatment of her was humiliating. She shook her head and said, "You've forgotten what it was like."
"No I haven't. I remember feeling sick to my stomach after every sex act with him. I used to think that he was the villain in all of this and that he was taking advantage of my desperation to be thin. I used to think that he was getting all of the rewards and I was getting fucked, both figuratively and literally," Denise said.
"You were right to feel that way," Victoria said.
"No. He delivered everything I was asking for. I was losing weight. He delivered more than what I requested. I physically felt better than ever and it was relatively painless. He taught me how to play golf. He taught me how to enjoy food and how to eat a meal without feeling guilty," Denise said.
"Well, that might be true," Victoria said.
"It is true," Denise said. She looked at the younger woman for a few seconds. Shaking her head, she said, "In return, I was delivering sex that was less pleasant than masturbating. I insulted him by calling him a pervert every chance I got. I was sullen and nasty. I was just like you."
"That's not fair. I clean the house and cook meals. Not only am I his sex slave, I'm also his house servant," Victoria said.
"No. He's teaching you culinary arts. You've learned to cook some pretty good meals and he's been in the kitchen nearly as much as you. He works around the house just as hard as you do," Denise said pointing out some facts that were easy to overlook.
"It sure feels like I'm his sex slave and house servant," Victoria said.
Denise nodded and said, "That's because you're self-involved. You only see your part in the grand picture. You don't notice or care what others are doing around you."
"That's not true," Victoria said getting upset.
Denise laughed at Victoria's reaction and said, "It is very true. I know it is true because I was just like you."
"I hate the sex," Victoria said.
"So does Dale," Denise countered.
"Why?"
Denise said, "You've never tried to make it good. All this time, you've been doing it just to get it done. You've never taken control of the act. You've never tried to see what you could do to make Dale come so hard that he couldn't see straight."
"Why would I want to do that?" Victoria said.
Denise answered, "To see if you can."
"Oh."
Denise shook her head and said, "You aren't giving a blowjob; you are performing a blowjob. Dale isn't receiving a blowjob; Dale is having a blowjob performed on him. Neither of you is getting a good deal out of it. When you give one and he gets one from you, you're going to be amazed at how good it is."
"He's coming so it can't be all that bad," Victoria said.
"It is mediocre at best," Denise said.
"Oh," Victoria said thinking about it. She took a sip of her coffee and was silent while she thought about what Denise had said. From Denise's description, she was the villain in this situation. Considering that she felt like the victim, it was hard to see it any other way.
Denise sipped her coffee and watched Victoria. Different expressions flitted across the woman's face as she thought about things. Most of the expressions were pretty negative. Denise knew that she was thinking about how degrading everything was to her.
After a long five minutes, Victoria asked, "How do I give a blowjob?"
Denise answered, "Before you start to give one, you have to become friends with his cock. Look at it and appreciate it."
"Look at it and appreciate it," Victoria said skeptically. It was kind of hard to do when it was invading her mouth. She stopped the thought and said, "I'm in control."
It sounded more like a question than a statement to Denise. She said, "You are in control."
"I'm going to have to think about that," Victoria said. It felt contrary to her experiences to think that she was actually the one in control of anything. She was absolutely convinced that Dale manipulated her and used her for his own purposes. She was a helpless victim in the whole mess.
That evening, Denise arrived home from work a little later than usual. One of the technical writers was having a problem and Denise had to spend a little extra time with him to get it fixed. Her good mood of the morning had pretty much disappeared. She stepped into the house and stripped. She heard Dale say, "I'd like a blowjob."
Wondering if he was talking to her, Denise went in the living room and found Dale standing there with his cock hanging out of his pants. Victoria was on her knees in front of him with a towel over her head. Thinking it was going to be horrible to watch, Denise started to turn away. She noticed that Victoria hadn't started sucking the cock and turned back to watch.
Victoria said, "No."
Dale nodded his head and said, "Okay."
Denise said, "I'll do it."
"No, that's okay. I'll take care of it myself. Would you mind getting me some lotion?" Dale replied.
Denise realized that Victoria was exploring how much control she had over the situation. She hadn't refused to do anything since the shunning. She nodded her head and went off in search of some lotion. When she returned, Dale had stripped and taken a comfortable seat on the couch. Victoria was seated across the room from him watching him with a worried expression on her face.
Dale accepted the lotion from Denise and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Denise said taking a seat near him to watch.
Dale poured some lotion in his hand. Looking at Victoria, he said, "I do enjoy masturbating sometimes, particularly when I can take my time doing it."
"This is going to be good," Denise said watching as he slowly started working over his cock. She was watching to see if he did anything that was particularly pleasurable that she didn't do when giving him a handjob.
Rubbing his cock in long slow strokes, Dale said, "It isn't just about the orgasm. It is also about reaching it. The long slow buildup of tension is just as enjoyable as the final eruption. Coming completes the act."
"Oh," Victoria said watching him. She couldn't believe what a production he was making of masturbating.
Dale continued to stroke his cock. He leaned his head back and said, "The only problem with masturbation is that it is hard to keep from coming too quickly."
Denise looked over at Victoria and said, "That's true. You find that as you get closer to coming, the less you are willing to stop. There's hardly any buildup at all."
Victoria nodded her head, but she had no clue what they meant. The few times she had reached orgasm had all been by her hand. She didn't have any criteria by which to judge the relative merits of delayed gratification. She said, "Okay."
Denise sat back in her chair and started rubbing herself. When Victoria looked at her, Denise said, "It looks like fun and I could use a simple orgasm after the day I had."
Head turning to look at one and then the other, Victoria couldn't believe that Dale and Denise were just sitting there masturbating. Although Dale had told her to masturbate several times, she hadn't ever come. Masturbation was supposed to be a private shameful act that a person engaged in when there was no other choice.
The most surprising thing was that Dale and Denise were watching each other masturbate. Although it was an individual activity, the way they were acting was as if it was a shared activity. The excitement being felt by one was conveyed to the other. Victoria could see the blush spreading across Denise's chest that advertised her excitement. She could see Dale's balls tighten against his body and his buttocks clench.
As they approached their respective orgasms, their faces scrunched up as if in pain. Denise was the first of the pair to come. She stiffened and let loose with a little squeaky scream. Her whole body seemed to shiver and shake as the orgasm tore through her. Victoria stared at her in wonder.
When Dale started making noises, she turned to watch him. His come shot out and spilled across his stomach and hand. He continued to stroke his cock a little bit as a couple more squirts were ejected. He relaxed. In a soft voice, he said, "That was pleasant."
"Yes, it was," Denise said.
While the two recovered, Victoria went and got some hot damp wash cloths. There were already towels in the living room. She returned and handed a wash cloth to each one of them. Dale said, "Thank you, Victoria. That was thoughtful of you."
"Yes, thank you, Victoria," Denise said. She had a lot less mess to clean up than Dale.
Dale looked over at Victoria and said, "A good lover knows that it isn't the ending that is important when making love. It is the whole experience from beginning to end."
Nodding her head, Denise said, "It is important to set the mood and enjoy the foreplay before you start that final dash to completion."
"Women are luckier than men. They can have ten orgasms for every one of ours," Dale said with a smile.
"That's true," Denise said with a confirming nod of her head.
Victoria said, "The male orgasm must be better than a woman's."
"Why do you say that?" Dale asked surprised by the comment.
"Well, men are always thinking about it," Victoria said.
Dale laughed and said, "Men are just more honest about wanting to experience it. We have less to lose as a result of sex."
"Less to lose?" Victoria asked.
"We don't get pregnant," Dale said.
"I'm on the pill," Victoria said as if that leveled the playing field.
"That doesn't change what society has drilled into women over the past two thousand years," Dale said. He looked at her and said, "That's part of the threat that hangs over women when it comes to releasing their sexual desires. It is a rare woman that can overcome that legacy."
"You're saying that women don't enjoy sex because of society?" Victoria said.
Denise shook her head and said, "Women do enjoy sex. It is just that many women are afraid to enjoy it too much because there is a price that we have to pay for it. Men would be a lot less interested in casual sex if they got pregnant and knew that they would have to take care of a child for the next twenty years. Women know that. Their body reminds them of that fact every month."
"That's true," Victoria said with a frown.
Denise stood and said, "I'll make dinner."
"No, I'll do it. You two rest," Victoria said turning to leave the room.
Denise watched the younger woman head off to the kitchen. She looked over at Dale and asked, "Is she close to a break through?"
"Very close," Dale answered. He said, "It will be any day now."
Denise nodded her head and said, "I've had two discussions with her today about sex where it wasn't just about her being a victim of your rampant carnal desires."
"Interesting," Dale said. He sat back in his chair and thought about it for a moment. He said, "After dinner, are you up for a good rousing fuck?"
"Sure," Denise answered. Puzzled, she asked, "Why?"
"I think that the next few times with Victoria should be blowjobs," Dale answered.
"Ah," Denise said.
Later than night, Denise was finishing her exercise program with ten minutes on the stationary bicycle. Despite jogging, her legs still got tired on the bike. It used a different set of muscles in her legs than jogging. She looked down at her legs thinking that the combination of jogging and bicycling gave better definition to them. The bicycle also seemed to work wonders on her ass, but she didn't know why.
When her time was up, she slowed down to a less stressful pace to cool off. Her mind drifted off to the upcoming weekend. She was going to go golfing with Dale on Saturday. She was looking forward to spending a little time outdoors walking around the golf course. It was a bit more exercise than she had thought it would be, but she had come to appreciate the sport.
She was about to ask Dale a question about which course they would visit that weekend when she noticed that Victoria was about to give Dale a blowjob. She was on her knees with his cock in her hand. Not really wanting to watch another lackluster session, Denise turned back to the bike and finished her cool down phase.
When Denise stepped off the bike a few minutes later, she spotted Victoria working over Dale's cock. It was obvious that Victoria wasn't giving Dale her normal blowjob. Denise could see that the young woman was moving with measured and thought-out actions. She was testing his cock to see how it responded to different sensations. She had never licked it by running her tongue along the bottom of the shaft until now.
Dale looked down at Victoria with a satisfied smile. He took a deep breath and relaxed so that he could enjoy it. Looking at Victoria, Denise realized that she wasn't a fat woman anymore. She was in the process of becoming a new woman. Confirming her thought, Dale reached down and removed the towel that was covering Victoria's head.
Victoria looked up at Dale with wide eyes. She knew that he hadn't come yet, but he had taken off the towel. Smiling down at her, he ran a hand tenderly across her cheek. Watching his face for a reaction, she ran her tongue along the sensitive part of his cock. The effect on him was almost immediate. He tilted his head back, his mouth opened, and his eyes closed. A shiver went through his body.
Denise watched knowing what Victoria was feeling for the first time since starting the program. She smiled at the reminder of her first time. Victoria had just discovered the secret of being a sexual woman. She had just watched how quickly men gave control over to women when it came to sex.
Victoria eased off his cock still watching his face. The expression it held was one of frustration. She slipped his cock back into her mouth and watched as he eased back to enjoy the sensations she was providing.
Denise watched as Victoria experimented with Dale's cock. She could see that moment of enlightenment when Victoria realized that she wasn't just playing with a cock, but she was playing with an entire person. When Victoria ran a finger over his asshole, his legs quivered. She cupped his balls and his back straightened in sudden tension. Denise watched the action wanting to applaud Victoria's performance.
When Dale finally came, Victoria let his come shoot out and cover her chest. Surprised that she hadn't swallowed, Dale looked down and saw that she was rubbing his come over her chest. She lifted a breast and licked a little come from it. Looking up at him, she said, "That was nice."
Dale looked down at her and said, "You are no longer a fat woman."
"Thank you," Victoria said wondering what had changed for him to say that.
Denise watched knowing that she had been fortunate to witness the moment of transformation. Susan hadn't been around to see it when she had finally made her sexual breakthrough. Of course, she knew that her case had been a lot different.
Observing that Victoria was wearing his come without the kind of shame she had demonstrated in the past, Dale knew that she had truly crossed the line between fat woman and sexy woman. Smiling, he said, "We'll help you move upstairs."
Victoria frowned and asked, "Why?"
"Only fat women sleep in the basement," Dale answered. He bent down and helped her up from her kneeling position.
Denise said, "I'll carry a load of clothes."
"Thank you," Victoria said still confused at the sudden assertion that she was no longer a fat woman. She looked down at her body knowing that her weight hadn't changed in the past ten minutes.
"What is your schedule tomorrow?" Dale asked.
Victoria answered, "I have a class at ten and another one at two."
"Good. I'll swing by the college around eleven thirty and pick you up. We'll go out to lunch tomorrow," Dale said.
"Sure," Victoria answered.
Denise went to the closet and grabbed a handful of clothes. She carried them up to the bedroom next to hers. The room was ready for Victoria to move into it. The bed was made, a computer was on the desk, and it had been dusted recently. She hung the clothes barely making a dent in the nearly empty closet.
Denise stared at the handful of clothes hanging there. She knew that the closet would fill with clothes and that most of them wouldn't fit Victoria. The young woman was dropping weight at a good pace. She wondered if it was a little too fast and thought about how her skin had gotten loose and flabby at times. She made a mental note to check.
Returning to the basement, she met Dale and Victoria climbing the steps. Dale moved with his normal confident manner, but Victoria followed along as if in a daze. Victoria clung to an armful of clothes as if seeking comfort from them. Denise let them pass and went down to the basement to see if there was anymore of Victoria's clothes hanging in the closet. It was already bare.
Denise took a few minutes to straighten up the basement. She tossed the dirty towels in the basement and looked around the room. The floor could use a good cleaning. The exercise equipment could use a quick pass with a clean cloth. She was pleased to see that Victoria's area of the basement was clean.
Denise stopped at the bathroom door and looked in the room. She knew that Victoria still had some stuff in her bathroom, but she left it there for Victoria. She stood at the bathroom thinking that moving clothes was one thing, but moving the bathroom drove home the point that the move was permanent. She wasn't going to deny Victoria the chance to experience that little thrill.
With nothing left to do in the basement, Denise went up to her bedroom. She went to her computer diary and entered a description of what had happened that evening. She found it a whole lot easier to write about Victoria than about what had happened to her that day. She sat back and stared at the computer screen for a moment wondering if it would be easier to write fiction than fact.
She opened up the word processor and typed:
The liver-spotted hand trembled as the old priest reached for the door knob. On grabbing it, the old man turned to his companion and said, "Heaven is above and Hell is below. That puts Purgatory right about here."
The young man asked, "Where?"
"In this Victorian house," the priest answered opening the door. The young man noticed that the old man's hand no longer trembled.
A knock on the door distracted Denise from her writing. She turned around and called out, "Come in."
Victoria hesitantly opened the door and asked, "Am I disturbing you?"
Denise glanced at the screen and then said, "No. I was just trying a little experiment."
"Oh," Victoria said, "I can come back later."
"That's okay. What do you want?" Denise asked.
Victoria bit her lower lip and said, "I'm a little confused about what happened earlier."
Denise got up from her chair and sat down on the bed. Patting a spot next to her, she said, "Have a seat."
Victoria sat next to Denise and said, "Why did he declare that I was no longer a fat woman?"
"Being a fat woman isn't about what is here," Denise said patting Victoria on the stomach. She smiled and tapped the woman on the temple while she said, "It is about what is in here."
"I'm still not sure what you mean," Victoria said in obvious confusion.
Denise said, "Tonight, you broke out of the mindset of a fat woman. For a moment of time, you stopped seeing the world from a perspective tainted by your weight. You lived in the moment and experienced a communion with another."
"How did he know that?" Victoria answered.
"It was so obvious that even I could see it from across the basement. I could tell the moment when you realized that you weren't playing with a cock, but pleasuring Dale. Your world view expanded beyond your nose and enveloped enough of the world to include Dale," Denise said.
"Oh," Victoria said. It had started as an experiment to see if Denise had been right about her being in control. Surprised by what she had witnessed, she suddenly understood what Denise had been saying. She could see that she had control and that it was up to her to decide how the experience would be for Dale. She had decided to give him pleasure.
"Yes. Fat women can't do that," Denise said. She smiled and said, "I must admit that I felt a little awed to watch you expand your horizons like that."
"Awed?"
Denise smiled and kissed Victoria gently on the lips. She said, "You are no longer a fat woman. You don't have to worry about your weight; it will take care of itself just like it has been for the past five months. Embrace yourself and explore your sexuality."
"My sexuality?" Victoria asked although the question was more to herself than for Denise to answer.
"Tomorrow, you'll start experiencing life like you've never experienced it before," Denise said.
"Like what?"
"Orgasms."
"Orgasms?"
Denise said, "That's right. A whole new world opened up for you tonight."