She loved the sense of complete control; ordering a man to satisfy her carnal needs was the greatest pleasure she could imagine—the sense of absolute power, of complete mastery, and the sense of not needing to ensure he was being satisfied—it was all just about her; if she was in the mood for rough, then she would simply command it that way, and she would get it that way.
The day was an unexpectedly hot. For an hour in the blazing sun, he worked. He was sweating and the armpits on his bleached overalls were dark with sweat. Wallis was perspiring and she went to the small toilet and saw with approval that her small, ruby-red nipples were starting to show through the sun flower dress. To amplify the effect and to ensure nothing was left to imagination, she daubed a little water around the top of her dress. She returned to the main room and made a cold drink of water and pineapple juice. One of the luxuries of the boat house was a small refrigerator that held three pressed-steel trays of ice cubes. And, Lord, she had to fight to get that machine—“don’t-you-know-there’s-a-war-on” was the standard refrain.
She took the glass to the young man, who was so passive that he would not look at her and kept his eyes on the ground. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him steal a long look at her modest chest and the two ruby-red nipples as she paused to stare absentmindedly into the harbor. Her nipples were now standing proud through the dampened white cotton. She could see the start of his excitement growing at the crux of his overalls.
Over the next hour, the young man very, very slowly became bolder. Wallis could see his boldness corresponded to the growing swelling in his overalls. Now it was time for the next step. She tossed her head back and arched her back a little. With her legs tightly crossed in English-Lady mode, she said,
“What I love most about the boat house, is that it is completely private. I am the only person with a key. It’s completely deserted and no one ever comes down her. You could easily overpower me and ravish me and no one would know. You could take me here and now.”
Of course, they both knew this was nonsense as she was effectively the most powerful person in the Colony. And it was also a fib that she had the only key.
The young man completely misunderstood and ever so politely asked, “Lady Wallis, should I leave now?”
“No, no, of course not. All I was saying is that I love the privacy here and how it is so peaceful. Please keep at your work.”
The young man nodded.
Clearly a more direct and simpler approach was needed.
“Actually, the privacy I find extremely exciting. What with just the two of us here, and I have to say that your arms and shoulders are very big. Your muscles are so big and strong.”
It was now time to start asking explicit questions.
“How did you get such big arms?”
The young man lost some of his tension and turning to Wallis, he looked at her for the first time. Wallis quickly stifled a gasp as she saw what looked like the outline of a baby’s arm running down the inside of his right leg. In the central sweat patch, the soft material of the overalls showed the outline of a huge vein that looked as thick as Wallis’s smallest finger.
“Lady Wallis, all the men in me family are the same; me father and me four brothers are all the same as me—we are all big.”
“I see, and it looks like you are very fit as well, and very much a real man,” she said in a veiled reference to the swelling in his sweat-laced overalls.
He flushed crimson red, and was lost for words.
“Don’t be embarrassed, you should be happy for such gifts. Are your brothers like you in this area?”
Still flustered, he simply nodded.
“Really, all four are like you?”
Still blushing, he said, “I am the little one—me brothers are all bigger than me.”
For the first time that day, Wallis was genuinely surprised, “Hell.”
She held her left wrist with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand.
“Thicker than this?”
Still red, but now getting excited, he said, “Much bigger than that, Lady Wallis.”
“I think me should leave now, Lady Wallis. I don’t want no trouble.”
She loved a little resistance. It reinforced her total dominance, her sense of power.
“No, you are to stay and answer my questions and to do precisely what I tell you to do, is that clear? You are to do precisely as I tell you to do otherwise there will be trouble for you. And you are to do what I tell you to do, is that clear?” she commanded.
He looked at her and her flushed face and said, “Yes, Lady Wallis. Me do as you command.”
She was now starting to freely lubricate, and she uncrossed her legs and separated her knees six inches. She loved the feeling. She loved the teasing and most of all she loved the power. The summer dress still covered her knees, but the effect was still extremely exciting to the young man as it was now clear to him what this powerful white woman wanted in the quietness and privacy of the cream and sky-blue boat house.
“You know, you are very lucky as most white men are only about half that size.”
He smiled, now lust was finally starting to overpower his nervousness.
“I would not know about that, but me girlfriends all like what me got down there.”
Wallis approved of the plural. And the first mention of his girlfriends meant that Wallis’s seduction was almost complete.
All the time he was facing her, she could see the baby’s arm getting larger and firmer and now the end stood out from the leg of his overalls. Sensing he would feel less nervous if they moved to inside the boat house, she said to him,
“Let’s go inside, I have something I need you to do for me. Actually, I have something you are to do to me.”
He put down his brush and paint pot.
She led him inside and she flopped down into one of the club chairs.
“Go into the toilet and wash your hands and face, then come back here immediately,” she commanded like a captain to the lowest-ranking seaman.
While doing his brief ablutions, she made herself another rum punch, this time mostly rum. And she made him one as well—she wanted to get the young man drunk as she wanted it very rough and he was far too shy a boy to do this to her if he was sober. She wanted to awaken his animal spirits.
He returned to the main room and stood in front of her. The light from the picture window was at her back and shone directly onto the young man. She stared at his little arm, which was now a good ten inches in length. And she let him watch her stare. She loved him seeing her look at him and his native masculinity. It was a crudeness, a rawness as she dominated him with her complete power over him.
“Come over here and drink all this now. It will relax you,” she insisted passing him the rum. “All, now.”
He did as she demanded. He loved the rum but was too frightened to comment.
“And so you are the smaller than your four brothers.”
He nodded.
“Well, that is interesting,” she said offhandedly.
As she later explained to two of her friends, she thought her nipples were about to explode, she was so excited, and she could feel the wetness running down her inner thighs through the sun dress and onto the chair.
She beckoned him with her finger and commanded, “Come over here.”
The young man obliged.
“Now you must never tell anyone about what we are about to do, no one, ever. Is that very, very clear?”
He said it was. Actually, she didn’t really care as the notion was so fantastic that no one would ever have believed him and would have simply discounted it as madness, and she knew it.
With the extended formalities over, and with the young man now standing in front of her, Wallis leaned forward and closed her right hand, extending only her small finger. Very slowly, she moved her finger to within a quarter of an inch to the end of the baby’s arm. The results were precisely what she expected—the end of the little arm suddenly twitched and the material of the soft, white bleached overalls was now taut all the way to the knee. She gasped when she saw that there was a tiny dark spot of wetness on his overalls where the baby’s arm ended. She loved to tease native men and she was so slowly teasing this one, her own contractions were already starting.