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BFE - Chapter 2 (description)

This story is intended solely for the entertainment of adults. 
Anyone wishing to correspond may e-mail me at paragon38@lycos.com
paragon74@hotmail.com . 
I would welcome any comments or reviews.





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CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'VE FOUND US!

The banner greets you when you reach the website -
dominiquesdollhouse.com.  Below the salutation, a block of
legalese follows:

Warning!
**a0**FOR ADULTS ONLY**a0**
Dominique's Dollhouse may include explicit visual, audio, and/or
textual depictions of nudity as well as heterosexual, bi-sexual,
and/or homosexual situations of a sexual nature. Persons under
twenty-one (21) years of age, and persons who may
be**a0**offended by such depictions, are not authorized by
Dominique's Dollhouse to enter this site.  Nor are said persons
permitted to directly or indirectly access, download, acquire,
view, read, listen to, or possess any materials -- including,
photographs, video files, sound files, textual materials,
advertisements, or other communications -- located within the
domain of Dominique's Dollhouse or its related, internet-based
links.  In addition, said persons are forbidden from placing
orders for any goods or services directly or indirectly connected
with Dominique's Dollhouse. If you are under the age of
twenty-one (21) years, or are offended by such adult-oriented
materials, or are acting on behalf of any governmental agency,
you are NOT AUTHORIZED to download any materials from, at or
inside Dominique's Dollhouse.
From there you are asked to select one of two options:  Exit or
Enter.  If you click on Exit, you are immediately hyperlinked off
to cnn.com.  If you choose "Enter," however, you are transported
to the Dollhouse's homepage.  The screen is then divided into two
segments.
Along the left hand border of the page is a thin strip that
contains the site's navigational index.  The index is lined with
hyperlinked "buttons" that read: Main, Gallery, Messages, Special
Events, FAQ, Booking, & Links.  When you point to one of the
buttons with your mouse and click, you move to the various pages
contained in the site.
To the right of the navigation index, the main portion of the
screen frames the site's various pages.  The Main page greets you
when you enter the site.  "You are entering Dominique's
Dollhouse," the banner reads.  Below that, a captivating picture
of Dominique demands your attention.

Lounging across a plush, red velvet sofa, Dominique's toned,
porcelain body sizzles inside her soft, white teddy.  Sheer white
hose glide up her tapered legs to her thighs.  The stockings end
in garter belts, and the garter on her left leg is strategically
unhooked.  Her lips are two lush rose petals, and her blue eyes
burn with the heat of twin jet engines.  With a bent finger, she
beckons you into her lair; her face teasing you with a cum-hither
sneer that tells you is VERY GOOD at being VERY BAD.

Although Dominique is in her late thirties, the soft lighting and
her jet-black, straight-banged wig takes at least 15 years off
her age.  She strikes you immediately as both cuddly and
dangerous, a cross between a kitten and a serpent.  I defy anyone
who sees her picture on that Main page to stop right there and
progress no further, especially after reading the salutation
below:

Hi, I'm Dominique, and this is where I play with my friends.  As
you will see, my Dollhouse provides only the finest, wildest and
most erotic "intimate companions" available in the South Shore
area.  Whether you're looking for a real-life barbie or ken, or a
betsy wetsy, a tickle-me-elmo, a gi joe or a cabbage patch kid,
Dominique's has the perfect "doll" or "action-figure" to fulfill
your every playtime scenario.  Just check out the Gallery if you
don't believe me.  I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon, so
until then ...

At this point, you can't help but check out the Gallery.  The
rational portion of your brain knows that Dominique's Dollhouse
is just another local escort service.  But something else inside
you tells you it's more ... much more.  Half-amused and
half-anxious, you move your mouse back to the left of the screen,
clicking on the Gallery link along the navigation bar.

This page is designed like the blueprint of a house ... make that
an old Storyville-style whorehouse.  And in each room, a small
thumbnail-sized picture resides.  Below each small picture is a
name: Belize, Tareesha, Red Raven, Tracy & Libby, Randall, Dante,
Corinne, Marjorie.  Dominique herself occupies the central
parlor.  She is still lounging on the red velvet couch, and below
her image a blue hyperlink reads: "Click Me First."

When you click on this (and you will), a small window of text
appears.  If your pc is equipped with a soundcard, you will hear
Dominique's faux European accent begin speaking the words that
scroll across the window:

"This is my Dollhouse.  In each room, you will find playmates who
will indulge your every whim and desire.  Click on each thumbnail
picture to enter their rooms, see their pics, and receive their
personal greetings.  At various times, my living dolls are
available in their rooms for LIVE chat and webcam sessions.  If
you see a doll or action figure that strikes your fancy, click on
the Bookings link and inquire about an appointment.  If you'd
like to read more about the dolls and action figures, check out
my UNCENSORED message board where REAL people, just like you,
post reviews and discuss the intimate details of their visits to
the Dollhouse.  I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon, so until
then ..."

Now this type of tease will surely pique the interest of even the
most casual visitor to the site.  In a second, you find yourself
scanning the tiny pictures and clicking on the one that strikes
your fantasy.  You might be immediately smitten with the
fresh-faced youthfulness of Tracey & Libby.

Point-click ...

"Hi!" two voices giggle in unison through your pc's speakers. 
You can't believe your eyes as you listen to their voices, which
seem like they're snatched right from the halls of your local
high school.  "Um, we're like really horny, okay ..?" Tracey
begins.  "Yeah," Libby chimes in, "REALLY horny."  "We LOVE to
play with each other all day," Tracey continues, "but sometimes
we just NEED a nice stiff one to get us really satisfied."  "You
know," Libby adds, "REALLY satisfied."  "We just love guys who
know how to use it," Tracey giggles.  "So cum on and play with
us," they whine together.  "Puh-leeeeeze ..!"

While their voices send your heart slamming against your sternum,
their pictures almost send you into cardiac arrest.  Although
their faces are blurred, their sleek, slender bodies look no
older than 18.  Tracey is a tanned, toned, blonde A-cup.  Libby
is slightly shorter with a plump chest, narrow waist, flat
pierced belly, and curvy hips.  Both girls are dressed in a
variety of Lolita-esque costumes, from anklets and saddle shoes
to torn cut-offs and bare feet.  In several poses, they are
licking and stroking various parts of each other's bodies.  At
the bottom of the page, another hyperlink reads "Book Us NOW!"
and takes you straight to the Booking center.  There you can make
an appointment by email, instant message or phone.

Click the thumbnails in the other rooms, and the other "dolls"
and "action figures" greet you.  Belize is a Latina firecracker
with a noticeably Puerto Rican accent.  Her pictures reveal a
plump, buxom, caramel-complexioned lady who favors tight, white
belly shirts and tight shorts.  She looks to be in her late
twenties or maybe even early thirties, VERY luscious and
well-preserved.  She tells you upfront that she is "insatiable"
and "loves to take charge."  She also informs that she is
available for double dominance sessions with Red Raven - "if you
can handle it."

Tareesha looks and sounds like she stepped right off the streets
of South Central LA.  Her hairstyle differs from picture to
picture - straight and long, cornrows, or a strawberry-blonde
weave.  Her sumptuous chocolate body curves around a pair of 36D
breasts, a slight pot-belly and a big bubble butt. "I like nasty
white boys," she informs you bluntly.  "The NASTIER the better!"
Nothing is too wild, she insists.  "Just bring it on, baby, and
Tareesha'll take care of you - 24-7."

Red Raven sneers at you when you enter her room, a dungeon in the
house's basement.  Only her eyes are blurred, and her sharp black
lips and pierced tongue taunt you.  The Dollhouse's resident
dominatrix, Red Raven terrorizes and tantalizes simultaneously. 
In each picture, she is posed with a different disciplinary
implement: a riding crop, a spiked paddle, a cock harness, a
large black dildo, a gas mask, a tiger cage and cattle prod, a
gynecological table complete with stirrups.  Her stats list
Mistress Raven at six feet tall in her barefeet, and 6'5" in
heels.  In several snapshots, she has long red hair; in others
her tresses are inky black.  She is dressed in a variety of
dominant uniforms - doctor, nurse, schoolteacher, slave mistress,
business executive - all of them fashioned from leather or vinyl.
 Her sinister snarl mocks you: "You're not worthy to gaze upon
me.  You sicken me, worm.  Now LEAVE and cum back when you've
made the PROPER ARRANGEMENTS.  I'll make you pay for
disrespecting me.  I will break your miserable body and suck your
soul out through your whining, bleating mouth, you worthless
piece of shit ..."  etc. etc.

When you click on Randall's thumbnail, you are taken to a room
plastered with pictures of "your gentleman caller" in various
"styles" and "moods."  From a James Bond tuxedo to a pony-boy
harness, Randall defines the "flexible, bendable, thoroughly
pose-able action figure."  "I can be your bitch-boy, butch-boy or
the quintessential Boyfriend Experience," he assures confidently,
and you believe him.  "Gay, straight, threesomes, foursomes,
moresomes," he chuckles.  "I'm into any whim or culture your
heart desires. French, Greek, Top, bottom, dildo-training, cbt, I
love it all."  The picture that leaps out most, however, is the
full-monty shot of Randall stepping out of the shower, beads of
water glistening off his muscular body, a fluffy white towel
draped over his shoulders while his long, meaty, semi-hard cock
hangs down like the trunk of a mastodon.  His stats list
Randall's cock at 10 inches long and 7 inches in circumference,
and in his case these boasts don't appear to be exaggerations.

Dante, the Dollhouse's other "action figure," resides in the room
next to Randall.  Registered as 6'7", 280 lbs., with a "big black
dick 9 inches long and 6 inches around," Dante looks every bit
like the ex-professional basketball player he claims to be.  With
a body sculpted and chiseled by countless hours in the gym, Dante
embodies every nightmare and fantasy surrounding the
stereotypical angry black man.  Dressed in a variety of
dungeon-master and street-thug attire, Dante challenges "white
sissies and sluts" to surrender and submit to his "almighty
Blackness."  In one photo, he is even dressed a la Malcolm X and
Louis Farrakhan - complete with spectacles, starched white shirt,
bow tie, and a copy of "The End of White World Supremacy."  "One
way or another, cream," Dante proclaims haughtily, "you gonna
suck it, and so's your old lady, and your daughter, and your
sissy son, too.  So get on your knees, ofay, and start paying
homage to the Original Man."

Corinne, a slender blond beauty dressed in an array of evening
gowns and cocktail dresses, occupies the next room.  She
advertises herself as the "ultimate Girlfriend Experience,"
"cleansing body, mind and soul."  Her stats list her as 25 years
old, 5'6", 120 lbs., and a "lingerie model, ballerina, gymnast,
poetess and free-spirit."  She also suggests that you indulge in
a double session with her and "any of the other guys and dolls
you see here."  Her only requirement is that all clients book at
least a two-hour appointment.

The last resident of Dominique's Dollhouse is Marjorie.  Her
voice message announces that she is a "soccer mom" in her early
forties who just isn't satisfied with her lackluster sex-life at
home.  So, she tells you, she decided to hit the gym, get in sexy
shape, and start meeting men who could "make me feel like a woman
again."  Her pictures reveal a fit, fortyish femme fatale with an
ample bosom, long legs, and a penchant for miniskirts, short
denim shorts and plunging necklines.  At the end of her greeting,
she sincerely promises: "everything your wife or girlfriend
doesn't deliver."

When you are done exploring each room of Dominique's Dollhouse,
you can't help but follow the hyperlinks to the site's Message
board.  Are these ladies and gentlemen REALLY as good as
advertised?  What are other visitors saying about them?  Is it
all really worth the money?

When you open the Message board, you see forum headers for at
least a dozen topics - Reviews, Advice, Fantasies, Slave Market,
Fetishes, Interracial, Current Events, and then open forums
addressed to each escort.  The counter at the top of the screen
tells you that there are 153 pages of messages inside. 
Interested in checking out the Reviews, you click on that forum
and a page filled with subject-headers appears on the screen.

"Randall - the Ultimate!" reads one line.  You click on that, and
the beginning of a message thread appears:

Last night, my husband and I had our first appointment with
Randall.  We've been reading so much about him, that we decided
to book a session and see if he really is "all that and a bag of
chips."  Well, let me tell all those doubting johns and joans out
there - Randall is the Ultimate Man.  Both submissively and
dominantly, Randall serviced every one of me and hubby's needs. 
And as for his cock, it is not be believed.  Ten thick hard
inches, and he DEFINITELY knows how to use it.  I mean he REALLY
knows how to use it.  I'm still gloriously sore from the hard,
thorough fucking he gave my pussy.  He took care of hubby, too,
sucking him off to sublime completion.  We will be treasuring
last night's experience for the rest of our lives, and I know
we'll be booking Randall again - maybe next time with Corinne or
one of the other ladies.  We so love to play.
Mary -- Going where no joan has gone before!

Beneath the message, Tracey replies: "Sounds way kewl, Mary.  Me
and Libby just LOVE to party with Randall, if you're interested.
Tracey, Licks A-Plenty"

Beneath Tracey's reply:  "Another satisfied customer.  No
surprise here.  Randall is the Ultimate agreed.
Liberace, Let Me Tinkle Your Ivories"

Beneath Liberace:  "Mega-dittos, Liberace.  I'm booked with him
tonight and can't wait.  Highest recommendations.
Rump Ranger, Hard But Worth It"

Beneath Rump Ranger:  "Let a lady throw in her two-cents, too. 
Randall is the best BFE around.
Delores, Rhymes With ..."

Beneath Delores:  "BFE?  What's that?
New Here"

Beneath New Here:  "Boy Friend Experience.  GFE is Girl Friend
Experience.  Means they treat you well, no rushing or clock
watching.  Give you a FULL SESSION with their undivided
attention.
Old Timer, King of the Notches

The thread ends there, waiting for the next reply ...


Another satisfied customer, not that there was ever any doubt.  I
knew when I left there last night that Mary would be posting
something on the board.  I can just tell when I've blown
someone's mind.  I'm fairly certain that Mary hasn't been fucked
like that in years ... maybe even ever.  If your hubby's only
sporting two inches and you've never ridden a big cock before,
I'm sure the sensation can be tantamount to a religious
experience.  At least that's been my experience on the other side
of the pipe.

The first few times I took it up the ass, the johns weren't any
bigger than Ted last night.  Aside from the initial discomfort of
entry, I barely even felt their lubed, latex-sheathed pricks
inside me before their inevitable premature ejaculations.  When I
got my first real cock shoved up there, though, I saw stars ...
literally ... and I think I prayed to Jesus, too, before I
blacked out.  It's all still kind of blurry, though.

What I do remember clearly was the aftermath, the not being able
to shit without bleeding for the following two days.  I also
recall vowing that I'd never take anything over three inches
again, an oath that lasted approximately four days until
Dominique re-booked me for a repeat session.   What can I say?  A
guy has bills to pay, especially when he's a single father with a
merciless mortgage payment and a teenage son to boot.

Subsequent sessions and further anal invasions gradually inured
me to the effects of even the biggest cocks.  The secret to
taking a dick up the ass is relaxation and growing accustomed to
the sensation of something entering your anus instead of
evacuating.  I confess that I practiced, too, with my fingers,
then vibrators, and finally greased, foot-long dildos.  In this
business, I quickly learned that you have to be prepared for
every conceivable contingency of every possible shape and size.

I wasn't always so smart, however.  In the beginning, when I was
first breaking into the Life, I had a lot of silly notions and
ridiculous "rules."  I was going to play the Game on my own
terms, make my own niche.  How quickly we learn.  In this
business, the spoils go to the compromiser, NOT the victor.  The
secret is learning how to make professional concessions without
ever letting your job enter your "real," day-to-day life.

Listen to me.  How wise and well-adjusted I sound.  How
complacently and easily I've come to rationalize my life as a
male prostitute.  In my mind, I'm still the same man I was for
the first thirty-five years of my life - Raymond Wasson, father,
ex-husband, librarian.

Yes, you heard correctly.  I said "librarian."  Actually, I'm the
head of the Reference and Research Department at Kennington
University, a modest-sized, somewhat elite institute of higher
learning nestled in six square blocks of downtown Fremont's
historic South Market district.  How a non-descript, professional
bookworm came to be the South Shore's most notorious
cock-for-hire makes for an interesting story, I guess, which is
why I've decided to share it with anyone who's interested.

The problem is finding a spot to begin my tale.  Do I commence
with my adolescence, or perhaps go back even earlier?  Maybe I
should try and trace the roots of my second "career" to the lives
and decisions of my parents and grandparents before me.  Somehow,
though, putting things in that kind of biographical perspective
just doesn't seem right.

My life in the Business has always been about the present tense,
never the past.  Every action and decision I've made since first
entering the Profession has been dictated by circumstances and
necessities in the here-and-now.  I didn't become a male
prostitute as a matter of fate.  At least I don't think so.  But
then again, maybe I've never been able to see the whole truth. 
Maybe I am just another pawn of destiny, another sob story along
the boulevard of broken dreams.


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