He hovered there, glaring while Candace nursed on him as much to foster calmness in herself as in him — God, he was INCREDIBLE when aroused! Finally, she backed off and squeaked, "Yes, I’m afraid so…" Toby looked incredulous, as well as angry, so she hurried on, "As I said, submissives give — it is in their nature. In many Dominant/submissive relationships, the submissive is regularly beaten — and derives sexual pleasure from it!"
"What?!" Surprise crinkled Toby’s forehead.
"It’s called sub-space, sometimes. Basically, it’s an endorphin rush from the pain," Candace explained. "Many times, sex is painful, in one way or another — you’ll run into it. Even a normal woman can sometimes integrate the pain of, say, getting her labia caught and shoved into her on a stroke — that generally is unpleasant for the male doing it, too, actually — into the pleasure of the sex, because instinct says Don’t stop! Where do you think the phrase, It hurts so good! comes from?"
Toby was slowly subsiding while he absorbed information; thank God he was intelligent! "Weird," he grunted, his face a mask of confusion.
"Yes," Candace agreed, "but people respond to different things. Dominants tend to test their submissives, regularly, requiring them to do things that an ordinary person WOULD NOT do — and submissives tend to relish these tests, because they demonstrate to their Dominant just how much they love them." She sucked Toby’s cock a bit while he absorbed this, then added, "And sometimes they deliberately fail in order to experience the pain and humiliation of the punishment their master metes out."
"You’re saying Ma liked it," Toby growled.
"Yes, Honey. That’s what I’m saying. She TOLD Lon just that!" Candace agreed, then dove on his cock again. Why was she doing that?
Toby ruminated. "Pa never deliberately had sex with Ma in front of me — but I saw a few things. He was … rough. He got his, and if Ma didn’t, tough. Sometimes, it was obvious that he didn’t want her to. And there were the extremes…"
"The three men thing?" Candace asked gently.
"Yes." Toby hesitated. "I had a peep-hole. I think he knew, actually. I think he felt like if I wanted to watch, fine…"
"There were other things, right?" Candace asked.
"Yes. Beatings … He never did them in the living room or anything — always in the bedroom. But you could hear…" Toby shook his head. "HE left HER — I never understood that. She was … devastated…" He held her eyes, worried. "She’s sick, isn’t she?"
Careful… ' Candace withdrew from her nursing position on his cock. "Not necessarily. Some Dominants are aggressive and poorly integrated — violent, even. Some are average guys who enjoy having power — real power — over another. Many authorities call this thing — where a submissive places himself or herself in the hands of a Dominant — a 'power-exchange. The submissive gives his or her power in the relationship to the Dominant because being powerless allows them to justify doing whatever the Dominant wants. Anyway, some submissives are perfectly normal outside their relationship — but many have problems with poor self-image, and such things — especially if they have been humiliated again and again by their Dominant."
"So Ma is sick."
"I don’t think so, Hon," Candace disagreed, "or somehow, somewhere, she’d have found a truly godawful replacement for your father. She’d have dragged home some asshole — or a series of assholes — that would have done even worse things to her — and maybe to you!" Candace sucked a moment, thinking. "She managed not to do that, somehow, even though I KNOW she has issues. Maybe it was because she feared for you." Again, she sucked him in while she thought a moment. "She waits on you hand and foot, doesn’t she? And she probably did even more for him…"
"Yeah…"
"Okay. You’re her substitute Dom. You don’t know how to push her buttons, but she can give of herself to you. But that isn’t sex…"
"How bad is this?" Toby asked.
"Well, she’s not getting her sex — you know that. And she’s not getting the other things that she needs," Candace pointed out. He was settling down, finally. "What she needs is an outlet. She offered herself to Lon yesterday; it wasn’t totally obvious, but she planted the seed that he should blackmail her — which is a way of putting herself under his thumb."
Toby frowned. "That could break this thing wide open!"
"Yes," Candace agreed. "When Lon told me what she had said to him, I realized what was up. Lon isn’t equipped to handle it — he’s kind of self-centered, but he isn’t deep, you know? She spent a lot of time telling Lon that she’s a total slut — largely, I think, because it would help him to treat her like one…"
"Sooo…"
"So I sent her two boys today," Candace replied. "I gave Lon some instructions, too. You see, Hon, your mama needs a lot of dick — and she needs a Dominant. The boys can provide the sex, but they aren’t Dominants — they just haven’t been around long enough, for one thing. But I HAVE been around long enough — and I’ve fiddled around in this area a bit…"
Toby frowned. "Are you saying…"
Candace nodded. "I can dominate her. Heck, I do it all the time — we’re just stepping it up a bit."
"I thought she needed a man," Toby grunted. She was sucking him again, which was a distraction — but this was important…
Candace backed off again. Dammit, she HAD to sell this! "That isn’t necessary — well it is and it isn’t. She needs sex and she needs domination; to get it all in one package, her Dom should be male. But there are male submissives and female Dominants — and they operate in different combinations. Beth will accept dominance from me, with or without sex — but with is obviously better. Since I OBVIOUSLY have some control over Lon, she will see him as my tool — and Rick, too, as long as he goes along."
"So, you control Lon, and you control Rick, and you use them to help control Ma." Toby’s eyes flickered. "But there is a piece of the puzzle missing. You say it’s for Ma’s own good — but looking out for Ma is MY job, and I’m not convinced." His gaze pierced Candace. "I want to know who controls YOU?"
And Candace dove onto his cock! It was instinctive; she wasn’t planning it — Toby just suddenly grew long fangs, and electricity started shooting from his fingers, and Candace did the most submissive thing she could think of! Heck, she was trying to swallow him — something she NEVER did — deep throat was for empty-headed little trollops with no self-respect. But there she was, gagging and choking, looking up at him through watery eyes, hoping he would settle down…
Toby eyed her, mildly irritated at this transparent attempt at distraction. She hadn’t answered him… "Answer the question — who controls YOU?!"
Candace didn’t have an answer; what she DID have was an imperative to mollify Toby, at all costs! She found that without something to say, she couldn’t remove her mouth from his cock; instead, she backed off until her lips enveloped only the head and washed it with her tongue, looking for some sign of pleasure before making another inexplicable attempt to lodge it in her throat, her eyes on him constantly.
Why didn’t she answer? Why was she sucking him like a vacuum cleaner and imploring him with her eyes? This wasn’t the Candace he knew; the Candace he knew would have eyed him sidelong and replied, "Why, nobody, Honey — you’ll just have to trust me!" And he wouldn’t have, of course, but it wouldn’t have mattered, because control of the situation was in her hands.