Chapter 6
In the main house, Erika led Emily in the back door, up the stairs, to the big, mirrored bedroom with the thick carpeting and the still thicker area rugs. Mirrors -lined the walls and the ceiling of the bedroom and Emily noticed that, at intervals, all around the room, these were two-way mirrors, ones that could be seen through but the viewer could not be seen by those on the other side of the mirror.
"This light will let Thelma know we're here," Erika whispered. "She may want to show you what he's learned so far."
The light flicked on and off quickly. Emily saw Thelma's glance dart that way and then back to the thing that was her husband.
"Do you still think you can whip me wrestling, Geraldine?" Thelma asked.
"You must be the strongest woman in the world," he sighed. "I just didn't have a chance with you."
"Well, come on then, one more try and this will be the last, Geraldine," Thelma said.
"Don't call me that, damn it!" Gary barked, his eyes blazing. "Just look at yourself in the mirror," Thelma said, holding Gary so that Emily could get a good look at him. His lip was swollen and one eye was a deep purplish color beneath it. There was a cut on his jaw and then she turned him to show deep welts and discolorations along his back where he had obviously been bound and whipped!
She looked at this in wonder Could any woman, even Thelma, have been strong enough to defeat Gary this totally? Well, she'd soon see.
Gary sighed, then he turned toward Thelma and, lowering his head and shoulders he charged her in his heaviest-shouldered, thundering-head football style. Emily, watching the charge, had a mental image of Thelma stepping to one side like a bullfighter and either hitting Gary on the back of the neck as he went by, driving him to the ground, or luring him to hit into the wall with a sickening crash.
But she was wrong. Thelma squatted and braced herself, caught the full brunt of his charge in her hardened stomach and, as he crashed into her, she brought up her powerful arms from under his body, rose and literally tossed him over her shoulder!
Gary sailed through the air and landed on his back.
Instantly Thelma spun and knelt on his shoulders. He tried to swing his legs backward, to clamp her head between his legs. She caught them and bent them double, catching his legs under her arms. He was trapped beneath her now.
Her hands crept to his crotch as she held his legs in her armpits and now she had a strong grip on him high between his legs.
"Eat me, Gary," Thelma commanded, "or I'D really make you into a Geraldine!"
"I just can't," he wailed from beneath her.
Thelma winked toward the window where she knew Emily and Eric were watching. She gave him one intense squeeze. "I'll do it!" Gary squealed. "I'll eat you!"
Eagerly he buried his face beneath the silken crotch of the big woman, nuzzled his way through the part in her hostess pajamas to where his nose and mouth had entrance to her person. Now his head disappeared completely in the silken trousers of her costume and Thelma eased the pressure on his center.
Inside there was much movement, much feeling of energy being expended, and Thelma gradually released her prisoner as he addressed himself to his new task She let his legs go forward, then slowly moved-her body forward on her hands and knees as his face came up behind her, followed her and now he was a creature on his elbows, his face between Thelma's legs, lapping and sucking and probing with his tongue while she knelt on the thickly carpeted floor, her weight resting on knees and elbows.
She winked toward the mirror and touched thumb and forefinger, indicating that Gary was learning his lesson well.
Then she was standing and he was on the floor below her.
She walked across the room. "Crawl to me, Geraldine," Thelma commanded. "Crawl on your elbows, knees and belly like a short-legged lizard."
He squirmed rapidly across the floor in this degraded, humiliated position to her feet.
"Suck my toes, Geraldine, one at a time," the dominant woman ordered.
There was no fight left in Gary, no protest. He took off Thelma's golden slipper and grasped her foot lovingly. Then, one toe at a time, he sucked and lapped and Thelma rocked back on her heels and beamed down, watching her latest victim.
He did it to both her feet and then, at her command, put her slippers back on. "Finish undressing, Gary," she ordered. "Strip completely while you're lying there on the floor. I want your body here before me as a little offering."
Emily watched, a grim smile, thin-lipped, and saw her arrogant husband humiliated by this authoritative woman. She saw him wriggling out of his clothing, saw his back, saw the stripes and she looked at them in wonder.
"Stand up here and let me see them," Thelma commanded. She aimed his back at the mirror and put a spotlight on it so that Emily could see even better. Then she proceeded to smooth some ointment on the back, ointment that evidently stung fiercely, for Gary was howling from the pain of it.
"Now, Gary, recite a little something for me, eh?" Thelma commanded.
"Women are my superiors-all women," Gary said. "Whatever you order, that I must do. The same applies to Emily and Mildred. I have no inhibitions or conscience, principles or taboos of my own. If you decree it, it is alright with me."
Thelma smiled as he repeated this message she had made him memorize while Emily and Erika were having their adventures in the guest house. Now in the corridor outside the mirror, Emily was standing behind Erika, stroking his nipples, watching the scene of her husband in total degradation with growing excitement.
"Is there any way I can communicate with Thelma from here and tell her things I'd like for her to teach Gary?" she asked.
"There's a microphone on the other side," Eric replied. "When we built this place, we thought it would be fun to use it for calling the shots and giving directions to the participants in wild parties and orgies. You may use it later if you wish, but I'd observe for awhile if I were you-and I love what you're doing to my nipples."
Silently Emily watched the humiliation of her husband as she toyed with the mate of the humiliation.
"Beg me to call you Geraldine," Thelma commanded.
Gary stood before her now, naked in red-faced silence. Thelma's knee came up suddenly, brutally, right into his middle and Gary doubled over in pain. She stood back, watching him while the agony subsided to a dull ache. "Shall we repeat that, my dear?" she asked.
Through pain-tautened throat, Gary said, "Please, Thelma, call me Geraldine."
"Tell me you Want to wear some symbol of your new, girlish name," Thelma ordered, "and that you'll wear whatever I pick out for you as that symbol."
"Please let me wear something to symbolize my new, girlish name," Gary echoed, "and Geraldine will wear whatever you pick out for her."
Slowly Thelma began to undress standing there before the cowed and cringing Gary. She was wearing a beautiful pale green brassiere, a large confection of satin and lace. As she took it off she beckoned Gary over to her and had him slip it on. She brought out a small hand riveter of the sort leather workers use and fastened the brassiere to him in back with it. She shortened the shoulder straps by the same device. He couldn't take it off without tearing it. "You'll find all the seams reinforced with woven wire," Thelma assured him. "I left openings enough for the padding to go in, though, Geraldine."
She took off her bright green silk panties and handed them to him. "Put these in the left cup, Geraldin."
She went to a drawer and brought out a similar pair in red. "These go into the starboard side, dear." And, dutifully, Gary inserted the panties against his nipples inside the cups, giving himself a surprisingly feminine jutting appearance in a trice!
Emily watched the transformation of her husband with fascination and a sneer.
"He'll be a lot different at home after this," she told Eric. "We girls understand, don't we?"
"He'll understand women much more from their own standpoint," Eric said earnestly.
"Science fiction," Thelma said, "has been showing people so small they could get into the bloodstream of other people and fight antibodies. It's been changing people to giants and all sorts of other monsters so that they could see things from a fresh viewpoint. Now that you're Geraldine, I want you to see what's inside a woman, simplified and enlarged to where even you can understand."
There was a frightened silence on Gary's part.
Then Thelma pushed a button and one of the mirrored panels slid to one side and showed what appeared to be a strange configuration in flesh-like material. It appeared to be a small cave. The entrance had huge, rubbery lips sealing it. At the top was a small fleshy sort of stalactite hanging down. Thick bushy hair was above and below and to the sides of the cave, but the hair was so large it was represented by telephone wire.
"Go ahead, Geraldine," Thelma commanded, "part the lips of the big woman and look inside."
Trembling and perspiring, despite pleasant temperatures, the big man with the striped back, the bruised face, and the padded green brassiere on, pulled the rubbery curtains aside, revealing a deeper pink interior and isolating the stalactite at the top from the curtains on the side.
"Go on, Geraldine," Thelma insisted, "put your head inside."
He obeyed and she pulled a switch which caused the lips to inflate. He was caught inside. Pinioned by the arms, by these swelling, rubbery lips. At the same time the musky scent traditionally associated with this area, was sprayed inside the opening by Thelma pushing a button. Eric explained to Emily what was happening.
Now the big woman took some raw liver warmed to room temperature from a large bowl and wrapped it around Geraldine's penis. Quickly, expertly, she worked the wet, smooth, factually hard-to-define meat back and forth over the organ of the trapped man until, even from where she stood, Emily could tell that Gary was having a massive orgasm.
Then Thelma took it all away, wiping Gary with a big, velvety towel.
"He'll identify the scent of a woman now with an orgasm and will be more likely to keep his head down there when you want," Eric, Emily's guide, explained.
At this point Emily pressed Eric's' head down under her leather skirt once again, thrilled and excited as she was by what she was witnessing, and Eric's tongue and fingers busied themselves bringing her the pleasures she sought.
When Emily opened her eyes again, Gary had been freed from the mouth of the super vagina and Thelma had him licking the device at the top. "He hasn't' had anything to eat or drink for quite awhile," Eric explained, "and that's sweet, wet and nourishing and it still is subtly flavored to be like what it represents."
Now Thelma brought Gary well away from the instrument in the wall and threw the switch which caused the mirror to slide back into place. "Sometime later, if she wishes, she may put him all the way inside that as a prisoner. She made me put on a costume like an oversized, flesh-covered rocket, and shoved me in and out of that thing once until she had everything going right and all the people who were helping me in and out were excited. Then she sprayed them all with a surprisingly convincing simulation of a woman's come," Eric confided.
Emily felt herself getting a little sick and yet she steeled herself for the new knowledge she was gaining so rapidly, for the understanding that a woman needn't accept secondary treatment from her husband, that she can take command if she is strong or imaginative enough and he needs it.
But with a man like Charlie Greco, why should a woman want to?
No, only such men as Eric, who needed to be subordinated, and Gary, who deserved it to break through his cocky self-centeredness, were the ones a woman should possess as slaves.
Now Thelma was lying back on a couch, her big, powerful body completely exposed. "Go ahead, Geraldine, my lesbian lover," she was saying, "show me what you learned."
And Gary knelt beside the couch, tenderly parting the rubbery lips at the entrance to the cave.