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Yes Man by g f green Read the review below!
Copyrighted © 2003, all rights reserved. The
next day, Dan Ridge was feeling good, chipping away at the stubborn pool grout,
figuring he’d pocketed an easy 100 bucks off rent the day before, and that
he’d be earn a similar amount for a small amount of labor again today. He
still didn’t have heat or power, and so sleeping was about all he could do,
other than jerk off thinking about Vanessa Curtain, which he did 4 times last
night before he could finally sleep.
She was out late, so he jerked off in the main room of the pool house,
over and over. And
how did he envision her?
Amazingly, the way she was.
Prior to meeting Vanessa Curtain, Dan had always imagined women like
her—classy, smart, bossy women had always turned him on.
When he masturbated, it was to some abstraction—a boss, someone in
charge, a woman who just took what she wanted.
And here he was, working under one, and he found himself overwhelmed with
her attitude and sexiness. “Good
morning, Mr. Ridge.” He
remembered the day before’s lesson and addressed her accordingly.
“Good morning, Ma’am.” “I
got home rather late last night, expecting to see my package at my door.” “Yeah,”
Dan said. “The
clown never came.” He
said this in a tone of camaraderie, of equals bitching about the help, but then
he realized from her stern look that he was mistaken.
“I’m sorry about that, Ma’am.” She
softened visibly. “Well,
you’ll have to keep your eyes and ears open today if you want that 50 dollars
off rent.” Dan
was taken aback. “But
I did as you said, Ma’am.” “Yes
you did, and that was very good of you,” she said, talking down to him as if
he was stupid. “But
you didn’t do as I said—it’s not your fault.
There’s no way you could have signed for a package that didn’t come,
but you did not sign for a package, did you?” “No,
Ma’am.” She
sat down in the lounge chair and said nothing for a moment.
She started at Dan and he, not knowing what else to do, went back to
scraping grout. “Stop,”
she said. He
stopped and looked at her.
She was smiling, and he wondered if she was going to fuck hm—he’d
dreamed of it non-stop since he’d met her.
There was a chemistry—and energy between them, he was sure of it. “Get
back to work,” she said. He
started in on the grout. “Stop,”
she said. He
did. “Work.” Dan
had no idea where this was leading, and his dreams of being fucked were fading
quickly, and he was getting a little annoyed.
She was hot, to be sure—the hottest woman he’d ever met, but she was
pushing him. “Stop,”
she said. He
rolled his eyes and looked up at her. She
got very angry. She
sat up. “You
ever roll your eyes at me again and you will be out on the sidewalk before you
blink.” He
immediately felt awful for angering and disappointing her. “I’m
very sorry, Ma’am.” “How
sorry.” “Very
sorry, Ma’am.” “You
just forfeited your 50 dollars credit from yesterday, didn’t you?” He
looked up at her. She
was smiling again. “Yes,
Ma’am.” “Not
yet,” she said. “I
think if you ask me very nicely to punish you, I may see it in my heart to
forgive you.” She
sat back and crossed her beautiful legs at the ankles.
“But you have to ask very nicely.” This
was too much. He
was an adult—not some misbehaving child.
What the fuck was with this woman?
He just looked at her and didn’t
say a word. “Mr.
Ridge,” she said. “Maybe
it’s time we had a talk.” “Yes,
Ma’am.” “I’m
a very demanding woman.
And you are a man.
I take no shit from men.
In general, I find them silly, childish and a waste of my time, unless
they behave the way they’re told.
I’m pretty sure you’re exactly the kind of man who just happens to
love that.” She
smiled. “Am I
on the right track?” He
had no idea what to say.
He’d never met anyone who talked like Vanessa Curtain.
He felt angry being talked to this way, but he was also enormously turned
on and humbled. His
cock was hard. He
felt it pulsing against his pants, constrained and tight. She
said, “Look at you blush.
What a cute boy.” He
smiled. He was
melting at hearing her call him cute—it may have been mildly condescending,
but it was also her first complement to him and he felt himself swooning. “You’re
not stupid, are you, Mr. Ridge?” “No,
Ma’am.” “Well,
you are,” she said, kindly.
“You’re a man, and men are stupid.
Men are competitive and arrogant.
They’re aggressive and they fight over ridiculous things, but we’ll
talk more about that later.
You are stupid, because you’re a man.
But you seem smart for a man.” How
was he supposed to take that?
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said. “So,
smart boy. You
must have noticed that you and I aren’t your typical boss/worker.” He
smiled. “Yes,
Ma’am.” “Landlady/tenant?
Not typical there either.” “Yes,
Ma’am.” “You
are very attracted to me, or you’d never put up with my terms, isn’t that
true?” What
could he say? “Yes,
Ma’am.” “You
like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” When
was she going to make some kind of move?
He would do anything for her—she had to see that.
“Yes I do, Ma’am.” “Hold
your right hand above your head.” He
did. She
looked at him over her glasses.
“Yes, Ma’am,” she said. With
his right hand still above his head, he said, “Yes, Ma’am.” “You’re
back below zero on rent,” she said.
“And I still haven’t gotten my apology or you begging for my
forgiveness.” “I’m
very sorry if I offended you in any way, Ma’am.” “Yes,
Ma’am,” Dan said. He
couldn’t believe he was putting up with this.
Why didn’t he just take off?
Go find some shitty apartment?
Get out of this?
But she was so smart.
So intense. He’d
never been around anyone like her.
He didn’t really mind her acting so superior because, well, because she
was. He stared
into her beautiful eyes and said, “I am so sorry I offended you, Ma’am.
I was stupid and ill behaved, and I deserve whatever punishment you
require. Please
forgive me and let me resume my duties.” She
laughed. “That,”
she said, “Was
a perfect apology.” He
smiled. “You
just got on my good side, Danny Boy.” He
wanted her so badly. He
though he’d known desire, but he was wrong.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” “You
want to fuck me, don’t you?” Here
it was. He
could not believe his luck in the world.
He blurted out, “Oh yes, Ma’am. Oh
yes, Ma’am. It’s
all I’ve thought of since I met you.” “I
know,” she said. “And
that’s part of your problem.
Men, when they want to fuck, think about themselves.
Which is one of the many reasons you presently have no chance in hell of
me fucking you.” He
didn’t know how to respond to that, but he held a thin string of hope on her
use of the word “presently.” He
said, “Yes, Ma’am.” “Would
you like to be trained by me?” “Yes,
Ma’am.” “You
already are being trained by me, aren’t you?
Isn’t that why you put up with me putting you through your paces
here?” “Yes,
Ma’am.” “So,
you’re not the dumbest man in the world—you know what we’ve been doing?” He
didn’t know what they’d been doing—or, at least, he didn’t know to what
end they were doing what they were doing.
“Not exactly, Ma’am, no.” “Well
you don’t need to know.
What you need to do is trust me.
Can you trust me?” He
looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Yes, Ma’am.” “Would
you like to fuck me, Dan?” “Oh
yes, Ma’am,” he said, his arm still over his head and starting to ache. “But
you are not even close to being ready to have me fuck you, are you?” “No,
Ma’am.” “Say
it.” “I’m
not even close to ready to have you fuck me, Ma’am.” “You
a stupid man who needs to be trained before he can even dream of a woman like me
even touching you.” She
smiled, and made a hand gesture that suggested he was supposed to repeat what
she’d said. “I’m
a stupid
man...” he started and floundered. She
said, “Who needs to be trained—“ “Who
needs to be trained...” She
said, “Before he can ever dream of a woman like me even touching you.” “...Before
I can even dream of a woman like you even touching me.” She
said, “I’m a stupid man who needs to listen better.” He
smiled. “I’m
a stupid man who needs to learn to listen better, Ma’am.” “Good,”
she said. “You
may put your arm down.” He
did, and the pain in his shoulder was sharp and biting.
It was weak, too, as if the shoulder joint had fallen asleep. “I
would like you to strip and jerk off in front of me.” He
looked at her, but didn’t move. She
looked mildly annoyed.
“We don’t have to have another lecture where I convince you that you
need to do as your told, do I?” “No,
Ma’am,” he said. “I
was just kind of amazed, is all.” “Well,”
she said, smiling. “You
do as you’re told and you might just find yourself being amazed as a rather
commonplace occurrence.”
Her cell phone rang.
She looked back at him.
“Do as you were told.”
Then, she answered her phone. Dan
striped naked and stepped out of the Jacuzzi.
He had grout and plaster dust on his hands and he wiped them on his
thighs. She
was on the phone. “Yes,
Roger, I’d like you to push that back,” she said, while she looked directly
into Dan Ridge’s eyes. He
spit in his hand and started stroking his cock with his left hand.
She smiled. She
cupped her hand over the phone.
“Kneel. And
stroke your balls while you jerk off for me, Danny.”
She threw a magazine at his feet.
“And you’ll come on that and lick it off for me.” He
dropped to his knees. He
looked up at her, but she had returned to he phone. She
said, “No Roger, that’s not acceptable.
Do it the way we spoke about, understood.”
She paused. “Yes,
good.” She
stood and started to walk away.
She was walking toward her house when Dan came all over the House
Beautiful magazine she’d thrown at his feet. She
turned and watched and he licked his come off the magazine. She
cupped her hand over her phone. “Now,
you have a hundred dollars off of rent,” she said.
“Good boy.” And
she walked inside, giving orders to the man on the other end of the line. Dan
watched her with his cock in his hand, still hard.
He thought about jerking off again, but she hadn’t told him to, so he
put on his clothes and went back to work. Review of The Yes Man
by GF Green
GF Green is
my favorite author of FemDom literature and I wasn’t disappointed with
“The Yes Man.” I absolutely love Green’s portrayal of the loving,
cheerful, sadistic domme. This story is about Ms. Olivia Taylor and her
slave/husband GF (or gf, as he refers to himself). In it, we get a
picture of their lives together as GF is writing a FemDom novel. Ms.
Olivia keeps her boy lovingly, but firmly, in his place through her use
of verbal and physical domination along with enforced chastity.
This story has plenty of the type of
teasing and denial that accompanies enforced chastity. It also includes
bondage, domestic servitude, anal and electric play, private and public
humiliation, and body worship. What makes this all more enjoyable for
me, is the way Green blends them all in a natural and realistic glimpse
into the lives of a lady and her slave who truly love each other. Each
eagerly provides what is essential to the other’s happiness. Ms. Olivia
provides GF with a loving, dominating lady to serve. GF provides Ms.
Olivia with an adoring slave to dominate and enjoy. This, in my mind,
is the essence of a good D&S relationship and Green has done a great job
of providing it for us. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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