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  When I was finished, I felt pretty low. I felt like my talk had been very boring compared to the one given by Stephen Forbes. I feared that, at that point, I must have been losing badly. I could only hope that the ladies of the L.L.L.L.A. had enjoyed reading The Spartacus Club enough to win the day for me. My oral presentation had certainly won nothing.

  As I returned to my seat, I remembered that Ms. Johnson had said something about another part of the competition, and Ms. Stone had said that there would be something different after lunch. Maybe the other part would still give me a chance to win. Whatever it was, I would have to be really good at it to win.

  Ms. Stone introduced Ben Flemming and he started to describe his book. "Educating Eric starts with the seduction of a young pool boy, Eric Dunn, by a wealthy divorced woman, Vickie Taylor. After he has provided his monthly pool service by cleaning her pool, she has him rub sunscreen onto her back. Naturally, his strong hands rubbing the slippery oil onto her bare flesh get them both excited…"

  "Damn! That sounds like Samantha's romantic novel!" I thought. As Mr. Flemming continued, there was no doubt. I had been reading Educating Eric while Samantha jerked me off. Could it have been just a coincidence? But then…what was it that she had told me just before walking away at the airport? Was I really going to see her again?

  "At first," Mr. Flemming said "Eric seems to be in control when he fucks Vickie. But soon, Vickie starts to take over and their relationship evolves into its true form. Vickie takes him into her bedroom. Eric assumes that it's just for some conventional, straight sex.”

  “But almost before he even knows what she's doing, she has him tied down, face up, on her bed. She loops a thin cord around the base of his cock and under his balls. She pulls the cord so tight it closes down his tubes and prevents any blood from leaving his cock. The cord will maintain his erection, but it will keep him from cumming."

  "She rides his cock to many satisfying orgasms. Eric looks up at her piteously, his eyes begging her to remove the cord. But she has neither love nor pity for him. She allows him no sexual release. His cock first throbs with the need to cum, then hurts terribly, then finally becomes totally numb. She just keeps riding him for her own pleasure."

  "Vickie breaks Eric ruthlessly, changing him from a confident young stud, into a fearful, totally obedient submissive. She loves using him as her temporary sex toy, knowing that when she tires of him, she will simply send him away…"

  Well…Educating Eric was some change from Something Unexpected. There didn't seem to be anything funny about Ben Flemming's book at all. But why is it, I wondered, that all three of our books seemed to focus on female domination of men? Is that the only kind of literature that these women enjoy?

  When Ben Flemming finished his presentation, Ms. Stone told everyone to take a fifteen minute break, then to come back to the conference room for the question and answer portion of the morning session.

  When everyone was back in the conference room, Ms. Stone spoke to the group. "Ladies, each of you has been randomly given a number. I will start calling out the numbers in order. If you have a question to ask, when I get to your number, you should raise your hand. I will ask you to stand and ask your question. If you do not have a question, when I call your number you don't have to do anything. Let's begin."

  She started to call out numbers. When she got to nine, one of the ladies raised her hand. "Please stand and ask your question," Ms. Stone told her.

  "I have a question for Mr. Forbes," number nine said. Stephen Forbes stood to answer the question. "When the women in Magda's village started taking sperm from the astronaut, why did they keep him chained up? Why didn't they just leave him free and send him from hut to hut to fuck the women?"

  Forbes responded, "Magda and the other leaders realized that Glen would probably enjoy fucking some of the women more than others. He would be likely to fuck some women more often, some women less often, and maybe some women not at all. They knew that they couldn't allow that. That would create resentment among the villagers.”

  “They believed that Glen's preferences were unimportant, and that they should have no bearing on which women got his sperm, or how often they got it. They decided that the best way to control Glen, so that all the women had an equal chance at his sperm, was to chain him up where he could be used by each woman as she chose to use him."

  Lady number nine seemed to be satisfied by the answer. She sat down, and so did Stephen Forbes. Ms. Stone continued calling numbers. When she got to seventeen, one of the ladies stood to ask me a question. "Mr. Miller," she said, "I don't see how the husbands and wives could go to the Spartacus Club together, then go into different chambers to have sex with different people."

  Not easy, but I hoped that I could answer in a way that would satisfy her. "The husbands and wives who belong to the club are swingers at heart. They enjoy the excitement of having sex with different people, and they don't have the strongly possessive feelings toward their spouses that most people have. They do not feel betrayed just because their spouse wants to have brief, intense, but meaningless, sex with another person. Each of them wants to have encounters like that for themselves."

  "Ooooh!" the lady grimaced. "I don't see how they could love each other then. Do you think there really are married people like that?"

  "Well, my story is purely fictional, of course. I do not personally know any real swingers. But, yes, some real married couples do choose swinging as a sexual lifestyle. I do believe that some swingers have strong, healthy, loving marriages. I believe that some people are able to reserve love for their spouses, even though they do not reserve sex for their spouses.”

  “I certainly do not recommend swinging as a sexual lifestyle. For most couples, any attempt at swinging would be disastrous. But I do not criticize or condemn people who do choose that lifestyle."

  Each of us was asked several more questions. The most difficult for me to answer was when one of the women asked why Jim had stayed in chamber 4 after Lauren had given him a powerful electric shock. She ended her question by saying "That doesn't make sense to me. If he was really hurt by that shock, why didn't he just leave chamber 4 to avoid being hurt any more?"

  I wasn't sure why Jim…why I had stayed in chamber 4. It didn't quite make sense to me either. "Jim stayed even after Lauren gave him the shock because he wanted to see what the four women were going to ask him to do. He expected it to be very exciting sexually, and he wanted to experience it. After all, when Lauren asked him to go into the chamber, she promised that it would be fun for everyone.”

  “He didn't like being shocked, but he was expecting to like many other things in chamber 4, and he didn't want to miss them just because he had been hurt, or might be hurt again. It did apparently work out for him, because at the end of the story he says that he would gladly take the shock again to re-live the time he was with Lauren and Tracy."

  Chapter 5

  Steve, Ben, and I came to the main entrance after lunch to meet Barry, the butler. He led us over to one of the other buildings. We went through a large double door into an entry tunnel. It reminded me of going into a sports stadium or something.

  "This is our arena," Barry explained. "Years ago, Shakespeare’s plays, the musicals of Gilbert and Sullivan, and even some operas, were performed on the stage in the center of this building. The audience then was some of the wealthiest residents of Los Angeles. Now, the ladies use it for their annual authors' competition, and for a couple of other functions during the year.”

  We came out of the entry tunnel onto a large, round, wooden stage.

  The stage was well lit by foot lights that went all the way around. There were also lights high up, just under the ceiling, and there was a ceiling-to-floor curtain that went all the way around the stage. The curtain seemed to be pretty thin, the see-through kind of curtain, but I couldn't see anything on the other side.

  With strong lighting on the stage, and only dim lighting on the other side of the curtain, anyone on th
e other side of the curtain could see the stage clearly without being seen from the stage.

  Ms. Stone greeted us as we came out onto the stage. "Hello, gentlemen! I hope you enjoyed your lunch. The remainder of our competition will take place here. It's likely to last through most of the afternoon and evening. We're not quite ready to start yet. We're waiting for some of our special invited guests to arrive. Please excuse me. I'll get some chairs for you.” She pulled open a gap through the curtain and left the stage.

  A moment later, a young woman came onto the stage with a folding chair. She set it up near me and I sat down. She left the stage, then came back to bring chairs for the other two authors.

  As we waited, I occasionally heard female voices from the other side of the curtain. I couldn't hear well enough to know what they were saying, and I couldn't see through the curtain well enough to know how many people there were. I could tell from the sounds that the stage was set low and that the people all around us were higher up.

  It brought back vivid memories of the show that I had seen at the Spartacus Club. But this was very different. There, I was part of the audience, looking down at the performers on the stage. Now…now, I was on the stage and an unseen audience was looking down at me!

  Suddenly, there was some kind of arrival. A rear door was opened, and several people came in. While the door was open and light was coming through it, I was able to see part of the room on the other side of the curtain pretty clearly.

  As I thought, there were theater-style seats, sloping up and back, all around the stage. And there seemed to be quite a few women in the audience, maybe even more than had been in the conference room for the morning session of the competition.

  The arrival caused a considerable commotion. It seemed that the people who had come into the arena were recognized, like movie stars or famous political figures, by many of the ladies in the audience.

  I heard Ms. Stone giving them an enthusiastic welcome, and then giving instructions to others to make the guests comfortable. After a couple of minutes, Ms. Stone said, "Okay, girls. One of you can go lock that rear door now, and then we'll get started.”

  I trembled briefly when I heard several young female voices answer "Yes, Mistress Victoria."

  A young woman came through the gap in the curtain onto the stage. She was wearing a plain blouse, shorts, and sandals. She was quite attractive, seeming to be in her late twenties, with shoulder length brown hair and a nice figure.

  At various times during the performance competition, several young women came onto the stage. They all looked pretty much like this one. I never knew if these young women were members of the L.L.L.L.A., or just worked for them.

  The young woman pointed out a spot on the stage and told me "Stand there.” When I stood on the indicated spot, she picked up my chair, folded it, and took it off the stage. She came back twice to get the chairs from the other two authors. After she left the stage with the last chair, we stood there in silence, awkwardly glancing toward each other or toward an audience that we couldn't see.

  Ms. Stone came back through the curtain and went to the center of the stage. She started speaking to the audience. She looked up toward the seats that she knew to be there, and she turned around slowly, speaking in all directions.

  “To our honored guests…and those of you who were not able to attend our morning session…welcome! Welcome to Themiscyra House, and welcome to the annual authors’ competition of the Ladies' Literotic League of Los Angeles. It’s the climax of our year, and I’m sure you will all find our competition to be both interesting and entertaining. Our prize to the winning author this year is $5,000.”

  She looked toward us and said "Gentlemen, please raise your hand as I introduce you and your book.”

  She looked back up toward the audience and continued "Ladies, I know that most of you are already familiar with the three books that have been selected this year. In no particular order, our competitors are Ben Flemming, who wrote Educating Eric; Stephen Forbes, who wrote Something Unexpected; and James Miller, who wrote The Spartacus Club.” After each of us was introduced, we raised a hand, and there was brief, polite applause.

  Whenever Ms. Stone spoke to the audience, her voice sounded upbeat and excited. Now, she spoke to us and her voice sounded very serious.

  "Gentlemen, the performance part of our competition will be a test of your willingness and ability to obey commands given to you by women. Each of you was chosen for this competition because we believe that your book discloses a real understanding of the principles behind female domination of men and male submission to women."

  "Mr. Forbes, when the wonderful humor in your book is peeled away, your understanding of female domination is very clear. Your astronaut even falls in love with Magda, who dominates him even more severely than any of the other women.”

  “Mr. Flemming, though Vickie is sometimes cruel to him, Eric chooses to submit to her and even to love her. Mr. Miller, the mutual affection between Lauren and Jim is obvious, and it makes her loving domination of him, and his acceptance of it, correct."

  "Now, you will have to play the role of a submissive male for the members of the L.L.L.L.A. and our guests. Most of our members, and some of our guests, have divorced ruthlessly dominating, physically abusive husbands. Men who were supposed to love them, beat a few of our ladies nearly to death. Most were forced to be submissive to their husbands for so long, they lost their self-confidence and their pride in being a woman.”

  “To regain what was taken from them, they want, even need, to see the opposite from you. They need to see men being forced to submit to women, as they were forced to submit to men while they were married. The therapeutic value of seeing this is why we offer such a large prize to the winner of our competition."

  "Gentlemen, you may choose to drop out of our competition at any time. If anyone chooses to drop out now, before starting the performance part of the competition, the competition will have to be cancelled and no prize will be awarded this year. Does anyone want to drop out now?”

  None of us chose to drop out.

  Ms. Stone smiled and continued. "If you drop out later, you of course give up any chance at the prize money. You will also forfeit any tips that have been given to you during the course of the competition. Do you understand the financial consequences of dropping out?”

  We all indicated that we understood.

  She started speaking to the audience again. “Ladies…I’m excited! I hope that you’re excited too. You know that I enjoy public speaking. You know that I take pride in my ability to say things in my own way. But in the true spirit of this occasion, there is only one way that this can be said.”

  She paused for a moment to glance down at us, then she looked back up, smiled broadly, and said “Ladies: Let the Games Begin!” This time, the applause was enthusiastic and lasted longer!

  She looked down at us again. "Gentlemen, a basket will be provided to each of you to put clothing and personal belongings in. Your first obedience task is to strip yourselves naked.” She went over to the other side of the curtain.

  A cold chill ran down my spine again when she said, "strip yourselves naked.” She had just told us what the authors' competition was really about, providing emotional therapy to women who had suffered at the hands of abusive husbands, so I wasn't surprised by her order to strip.

  But how could I just stand out on that stage, totally exposed to an unknown number of unseen women, and strip myself naked? I'm not used to showing off my body to women. I'm just a regular guy. I don't have the kind of body that could inflame the hearts of women, or make other men jealous.

  Of course, I really knew that it wasn't my body that the women wanted to see. It was my submission. They wanted to see me strip just because they told me to strip. I was feeling very shy and embarrassed by the thought of stripping myself naked…but I had to do it.

  I couldn't just give up any chance at that prize money. I felt ashamed at the thought of standing naked on
that stage. But I was even more ashamed at the thought of taking more money from Cindy. I had to try my best to get the prize money.

  But…to tell the truth, there was something else that made me want to go along with it. The special sexual fire that I had experienced with Lauren and Tracy at the Spartacus Club had burned out. But it had apparently left embers. Now, the thought of stripping on that stage was making the embers start to flame up again.

  Cindy could get me really excited, and I enjoyed fucking her more than I had ever enjoyed fucking before. But there was something different about this excitement. I was starting to get sexually excited in the special way that I hadn't really felt since my night with Lauren and Tracy.

  The young woman who had taken away the folding chairs came back onto the stage with three laundry baskets. She dropped one basket in front of each of us. I hesitated for a moment, trying to really be sure that I wanted to do this, and then I glanced over at the other two men.

  Oh, no! I thought. They're getting ahead of me! They had already taken off their shirts. If I seemed to be resisting, or even to just be reluctant, compared to them, it would cost me. I quickly removed my shoes and socks and dropped them into the basket. I glanced at the other two. They were taking off their pants already.

  The women seemed to enjoy the fact that it was turning into a strip race. A few of them started to root for their favorite. "Go, Steve, Go!" or "Nice pecs, Ben!" or "Hurry up, Jim! You're losing!”

  The authors' competition might have become something quite undignified, if it had not been for Ms. Stone's intervention, or maybe it was quite undignified anyway!

  She came back onto the stage and loudly said to the audience, "Ladies, please! Allow the gentlemen to continue without further comment. We want our competition to be a pleasant experience for everyone. There will be opportunities later for you to express your encouragement to the authors, but for now, please allow the men to strip without distractions from the audience. Thank you.”