Debauchery in Academia

DEBAUCHERY IN ACADEMIA by Long Tall Mary

The husband and wife bore a striking resemblance to the fictional Dean Wormer of Faber College, and his wife, depicted in the movie Animal House.

Dean Varth, a fictional name of course, was the president of a small liberal arts college in upstate New York. Fifty five years old he was preoccupied with the business of running the college, which included dealing with amorous male professors seeking sex from coeds, as well as an outlaw fraternity.

The Dean’s fifty three year old wife Marla was hopelessly addicted to alcohol, something that everyone on campus, as well as the surrounding rural village, was aware of.Dean had given up attempts to have sex with her several years ago, reluctantly tolerating her sexual escapades with different male professors, and reportedly with at least one male undergraduate.

Marla was a well-educated Ivy League liberal arts graduate who had never worked a day in her life. She married a Wall Street type at age twenty two, divorced five years later, and married Dean within six months.

Her heavy drinking began about five years ago as her husband was so devoted to college teaching and administration, that he simply lost interest in sex. Age and alcohol did not diminish the libido of his wife, nor did it diminish her attractiveness to males of varying ages.

Neither of the two had any interest in divorce. The Dean was a finalist in the search for president of a much larger college, and a messy divorce would not enhance his chances of being chosen. However his attitude changed after Marla arrived belatedly at a faculty awards affair,  so intoxicated that she fell to the floor, and had to be assisted in getting up.

The Dean delivered an ultimatum to her, either change her ways or he would file for divorce. This put Marla in a precarious position, with her history of alcoholism and extra marital affairs, she was unlikely to prevail in any legal action, yet she was not about to change her ways.

Privately Dean sought advice from a trusted male confidant, the chair of the Department of Psychology.  He suggested that Dean arrange for a session between his wife and a dominatrix. The type of dominatrix he had in mind was one who relied primarily on mind control techniques, coupled with mild humiliation, as opposed to the types disposed to more brutal methods.

Dean pondered the wisdom of such an approach. He didn’t want his wife tortured but if mild humiliation would cause her to change her ways, he was willing to foot the bill. Two days later the chair provided Dean with the name of a Syracuse dominatrix, with an assurance that she was not of the sadistic type.

A meeting was arranged between Dean and Mistress Mary, for this it was necessary for him to drive fifty miles to meet at the food court of a large shopping mall. Dean found the appearance of Mistress quite surprising, to say the least. She was sixty two years old, stood nearly six foot tall, wore an outlandish blond wig, and was attired in a mini skirt with ankle length boots.

Dean who was sitting at a table, watched with amazement as Mistress made her appearance. It seemed as if every person in the food court were aware of her presence. Mistress sat opposite Dean at the table, and directed him to procure a cup of gourmet coffee for her. Dean, somewhat mesmerized by her presence, obliged and returned about five minutes later with the order in hand. It was clear already who would dominate this meeting.

Mistress listened patiently as Dean related his situation, it was clear that he was unwilling to subject his wife to any of the sadistic methods, routinely used upon her clientele. Therefore Mistress did what she was quite adept at, which was to employ chicanery, that is promising the client one thing, while fully intending to do the opposite.

While Dean expected a three hour session, Mistress made it clear that an overnight stay by Marla was a prerequisite. She could be duped into believing it was a shorter stay, but upon arriving at the home of Mistress would learn otherwise. A session fee of one thousand dollars, payable in advance, was quoted.

The details of the encounter were discussed, rather decreed by Mistress, with minimal input from Dean.  Marla would be led to believe that Mistress was a bonafide psychologist, even going so far as to put a sign to that effect in front of the house. Dean would drop off Marla in the driveway and not accompany her into the house. Once inside she would quickly discover the chicanery, but would be unable to escape.

Mistress assured Dean that Marla would not be subjected to whippings or forced sex, but that some mild spanking would take place. Dean fell for this chicanery hook, line and sinker, Mistress was amazed at how naďve and wimpish he was.

When the scheme was first broached to Marla she was vehemently opposed to it. Dean however was able to muster the fortitude to convince her that he would not back down, and divorce would be the next step. Marla reluctantly agreed to visit Mistress, believing that she was a psychologist and the visit would last no longer than three hours.

The encounter was scheduled for eleven on a Saturday morning, this necessitated a ninety minute drive. For the entire duration of the trip Marla showed her contempt for Dean by ignoring him completely, spending most of the time sending text messages to one of her male intimates. In addition she turned the Sirius XM radio to the 70s channel, with the volume cranked up, so as to prevent conversation. She knew this would irritate Dean, whose preference was for jazz.

Despite Mistress’ request to Dean that Marla dress provocatively, she chose instead to wear a pair of jeans, a pullover tan sweater and a pair of running shoes. Mistress has a fixation for punctuality and let it be known she expected Marla would arrive at precisely eleven.

In anticipation of Marla’s arrival Mistress had a sign posted at the driveway entrance reading “Professional counseling”. This was complimented by a miniature three colored traffic signal, which would display green upon her arrival. In the past one of her clients had mistakenly went to a neighbor’s home, resulting in an embarrassing situation, so the signal is now used for all first time clients.

It was ten minutes past eleven as Dean’s BMW pulled into the driveway.He once again told Marla to call when ready, knowing of course that it would not be until Sunday morning.  She ignored his remark before exiting the vehicle and slamming the door shut. With the overhead garage door closed, she entered through the unlocked walk in door, at which time Mistress emerged from inside the house.

Mistress was attired in her customary mini skirt and was visibly angry. “You are ten minutes late and you were told to wear a short skirt, you useless slut”, she exclaimed. Marla was stunned both by Mistress’ attire and her contemptuous language.

“Who do you think you are talking to me like that”, Marla angrily replied. “I am a professional dominatrix and you will be spending the night here, this was agreed to by your husband in advance, from this point on you will address me as Mistress and I will address and treat you as the lowly creature that you are”, Mistress intoned.

Marla quickly realized she had been duped. At this point Mistress’ associate, Claire, stepped into the garage. Each grabbed one arm and she was forcibly led to the living room. Marla did not go quietly and spewed forth a torrent of expletives.

Claire was a fifty something BBW, at about five foot seven and one hundred ninety pounds. Marla, who was relatively petite at the same height and weighing forty pounds less, was unable to resist the combined efforts of the two dominatrix’.

In short order Marla’s wrists were cuffed behind her and a ball gag quickly silenced her protests. She was then forced face down upon the couch and her ankles were bound together. The ankles and wrists were connected with a cable tie, forming a most restrictive hogtie.

  This was made even more restrictive as a length of rope was looped around her neck and connected to the ankle restraints, assuring that any struggling would cause strangulation. This had the desired effect of keeping her secure on the couch. Marla was savvy enough to realize that attempting to yell through the gag would be erotically pleasing to her captors, and she remained quiet.

While Marla struggled to maintain her composure, Mistress sat across from her on a chair, turning her attention to women’s wrestling match being broadcast on television. Periodically Mistress would smile at her plight, this was interrupted by the ringing of the cell.

It was Dean calling to inquire about Marla’s welfare, not fifteen minutes after he had departed. “She is behaving well at the moment but I had to tie her up to prevent her from escaping, now don’t call me again, I will call you if I deem if necessary”, she snapped before hanging up.

“I think it is time for you to undress”, announced Mistress. After summoning Claire, Marla’s restraints minus her gag, were removed and she was ordered to strip nude. Marla’s will to resist had been sapped by the restrictive bondage, and she reluctantly complied. It was the first time she had ever suffered such humiliation.

Her wrists were then cuffed in the front, “Take her to the basement”, snapped Mistress, with Claire reflexively obeying by wrapping a chain leash around her neck and leading her with the handle.

In the basement she found another surprise. A much younger female, also nude, was bound tightly to a chair, her wrists to the rear and ankles spread to the rear posts, a ball gag was strapped in place.  She would be referred to only as “slut”.

Claire, lacking her own dungeon, occasionally used Mistress’ facility to session her own submissives. Slut was a lesbian, who had been sent by her dominant housemate, for discipline. As with Marla, her sexual loyalties were estranged from her owner. Unlike Marla, she had not been duped into the bondage session, but had been transported in restraints in the rear of a van. Her breasts bore red whip marks, and more painful discipline was in store.

Marla was attached to an overhead device, such that she was required to stand uncomfortably without support. Mistress and Claire then moved the chair, to which Slut was attached, to a position directly in front of and facing Marla. The positioning was such that Slut’s mouth pressed against herbare cunt, to assure that it remained in place, Marla’s ankles were bound to the rear chair legs.

Claire removed the ball gag from Slut’s mouth and issued the terse command, “You know what to do, I might decide to have you keep it up for an hour”.  Slut then began the task of using her tongue to pleasure Marla’s cunt.

The forced cunnilingus, while certainly not to Slut’s liking, was abhorrent to Marla, never in her life had she partaken of such activity. Mistress and Claire sat down in chairs, facing Marla from less than ten feet, and giving them a bird’s eye view of the action.

As Slut worked feverishly with her tongue, Marla realized that a paradoxical orgasm was imminent. She desperately fought to deny her tormentors the satisfaction of witnessing this, to add to the ordeal Mistress warned that should she climax without permission, an immediate flogging would ensue.

To demonstrate Mistress took one of her floggers, removed the ball gag, and delivered a painfully hard lash to Marla’s breasts. “Do you understand bitch” snapped Mistress, Marla murmured a faint “”yes”. This resulted in another painful breast lash, “Yes Mistress is the proper reply”, thundered Mistress. “Yes Mistress”, replied Marla, at a decibel level sufficient to avoid another lash. The ball gag was then reinserted.

For close to ten minutes Marla endured the agony of suppressing the overpowering force of orgasm, as Mistress and Claire smiled at her plight. Finally Mistress gave permission, providing her the desperately needed relief. Slut was ordered to continue with her efforts and Marla was granted permission to climax as necessary.

Mistress was not pleased with the situation. Ordinarily her submissives receive a minimum of ten strokes with a rattan cane, however Dean had explicitly prohibited such methods, and the welts so inflicted could not be concealed.Thus despite her penchant for extreme sadism, Mistress reluctantly acceded to the wishes of Dean, who after all was paying for the session.

Slut was forced to continue with her mouth work for another twenty minutes. Mistress, the owner of a prosperous downtown watering establishment, casually discussed business with the bar manager on her cell. Marla had no difficulty experiencing two subsequent climaxes.

Finally the marathon forced oral sex session came to an end. Mistress removed Marla’s ankle bindings from the chair legs, and with the assistance of Claire, it was carried into the adjoining portioned dungeon. Slut remained tightly bound to the chair during the transfer. This was the last time Marla would observe slut, despite the fact that both would be overnight guests.

Mistress then turned her attention to the interrogation ofMarla, specifically as to her history of extra marital trysts. She tried playing dumb, but Dean had already provided Mistress with the full names of two of her suspected companions.

“What about Dan” Mistress inquired. “I don’t know any Dan”, Marla meekly replied. Mistress then accessed the contact section of her cell phone, “Ah here is the number of Dan Jones, the sociology professor, I think I’ll give him a call”.

After once again reinserting the ball gag in her mouth, Mistress dialed Dan’s number, using Marla’s cell and taking care to block the number with Caller ID. After a male answered Mistress spoke, “Dan this is Mary Smith and I’m a Private Investigator, I would like to speak with you concerning your relationship with Marla Varth”. Dan quickly hung up.

“Well so much for Dan, let’s try Carl Jones, the English professor”, Mistress announced with obvious delight. Marla desperately attempted to plead through her gag, but the gag suppressed any intelligible speech. Mistress dialed Carl’s number, and found that he was not at home, but his wife was.

Without announcing her purpose Mistress once again identified herself as a P. I. and stated she would call back later. She then removed Marla’s gag before stating, “Let me see who else I can call”. This was enough forher; she begged for Mistress to cease and promised to answer any intimate questions candidly.

Marla proceeded to give a detailed account of eight of her affairs, including four of which Dean apparently had not been aware of. Dan had erectile issues, Carl preferred oral sex, Ed had been rejected because of his bondage fetish, etc. By the time she finished Mistress was quite knowledgeable as to Marla’s sex life, the only question was how much to reveal to Dean.

Marla also alleged that Dean was gay, while not aware of any specific relationships, she had found enough gay pornography on the computer to conclude that at the minimum, he harbored strong desires. For her part Marla denied any history of lesbianism, Mistress had no doubt as to this.

Mistress was due to arrive at her downtown business at four in the afternoon, this meant that Claire would serve as the dungeon monitor, in her absence. Marla would be confined to the basement holding cell, with Claire being under orders to refrain from any physical contact with her.

For the time being she was left attached to the overhead, having been in this uncomfortable position for nearly two hours. Before enjoying the relative comfort of the holding cell, Mistress planned to subject her to a bit of anal agony, using a strap on. It would partially compensate for not being able to subject her to painful flagellation, the strap on would leave no marks.

Before Mistress could begin the anal work, Marla’s cell rang. Not surprisingly Caller ID showed that it was from Dan, the sociology professor, whom Mistress had called a few minutes before. Determined to continue her mischief, Mistress answered the phone, confounding Dan who expected Marla to answer.

“She is undergoing professional counseling and is unable to speak on the phone at this time”, said Mistress before abruptly hanging up. Next Mistress expected a call from Dean, which was received within ten minutes.

Dean was angry and demanded to know the meaning of the call, as Dan had just called threatening him. “I’ll discuss it with you tomorrow, now don’t call again”, snapped Mistress before hanging up.

Mistress then proceeded to use a quantity of baby oil to ready Marla for the anal intruder. Once again wearing a ball gag, she was resigned to the indignity, having been informed of it earlier. To heighten the anxiety Mistress blindfolded Marla with a leather half face mask, with a hole for the nose.

With the strap on fastened around her waist, Mistress began the intrusion with slow thrusts, intentionally timing them to keep Marla off guard. She might thrust three times in fifteen seconds, and then pause for forty five seconds. This irregular timing would continue for nearly fifteen minutes.

Mistress was expert at causing maximal pain with the thrusts, but was always able to stop before causing an acute psychotic episode. Marla tried to avoid crying but was unable to; her gagged cries were music to the ears of Mistress. It was clear that her pain threshold was not high, forcing Mistress to temper the intensity.

After nearly fifteen minutes Mistress ceased the penetrations, leaving Marla straining to regain her composure, as she remained attached to the overhead. The blindfold and ball gag were removed but she was warned not to speak without permission.

Marla remained on the overhead for another twenty minutes, at which time she was transferred to the holding cell, located in the corner of the basement. A steel collar was put around her neck to which was attached a six foot chain, with the other end to a floor bolt. This had the effect of confining her to a mattress and barely able to stand up.

At 3 o’clock Mistress departed for her downtown bar, leaving Verna locked in the holding cell and monitored by Claire. Mistress was just one block from her tavern when she received a call from a desperate Claire. Dean was in the driveway of the house and was ringing the doorbell persistently.

Mistress immediately placed a call to Dean on the cell, demanding to know the reason for his presence. An irate Dean let it be known that he intended to free his wife from her confinement and end the counseling session immediately.

Next she placed a call to Claire to explain what was happening, and to order that Marla be immediately brought from the basement cell, and then bound to a chair in the living room. Dean would pay dearly for his audacity.

Attempting to placate Dean, she informed him that Claire was not authorized to allow visitors, but that Mistress would be there within twenty minutes and the matter would be resolved. This was acceptable to Dean, as Mistress raced back to her house, seething with rage.

When Mistress arrived Dean was sitting in his car in the driveway and stepped out as she pulled in. “You despicable cunt, you have no right calling my associates pretending to be a detective”, he angrily exclaimed. “Don’t worry now, come inside and we can resolve this misunderstanding”, Mistress replied gently, striving to contain her anger.

Dean was shown to the upstairs living room where he was confronted by the sight of his naked wife, bound tightly with rope to the chair, and once again ball gagged. Claire was an expert with rope work and there was no way Marla could free herself.

It happened in a flash. Mistress shot a cell photo of Dean standing next to his wife, showing him smiling and making no effort to free her. Mistress invariably took precautions to guard against potential legal claims that someone was being held against their will, although in this case the truth was somewhere in between.

Dean’s pleasure at seeing his wife in bondage was fleeting. Before Dean could react to the camera work. he was pepper sprayed by Mistress, and then with assistancefrom Claire, wrestled to the floor. Quickly and efficiently he found himself hogtied on the living room floor, with a pair of soiled panties wedged into his mouth. His trousers and briefs were pulled down to his ankles.  He would now experience the full wrath and fury of a Mistress, who tolerated no disrespect from any one.

Mistress quickly made her intentions known. “Your wife tells me you have a proclivity for gay sex, so I have arranged for one of my gay associates to be available for your, or rather his, use”. Dean refrained from looking at Mistress, while Marla watched helplessly.

Marla agonized over the predicament. While obviously bitter over being duped by Dean, she did not wish to see him sexually assaulted by another male. In addition she had no idea what further depravities would be inflicted upon her by the two pathologically sadistic dominatrix.

Mistress and Claire made themselves comfortable on the couch before lighting up, and sharing, a reefer. Mistress pulled Dean next to the foot of the couch, and used two pillows to prop him up,his back was then used as a footrest. Claire unceremoniously used her high heeled shoe to boot Dean’s rectum, causing him to winch in pain. “Don’t worry, there is much more in store for you”, she quipped.

Claire has a tendency to become more sadistic while under the influence of cannabis, and she announced her intention to inflict a few lashes with a flogger, to the exposed boobs of the tightly bound Marla. Mistress would have none of it and Claire prompted abandoned her plans.

The two dominatrix continued in banter for nearly fifteen minutes, with Mistress taking time out to call her tavern and issue directions to the manager. At this time a male arrived at the house, wearing a ski mask, sweat shirt and jeans.He made his entrance into the living room, where both Marla and Dean were in abject terror upon seeing him.

Bill, a hulk in his thirties, was an associate of Mistress, with a predilection for violent gay bondage, in addition to other sundry criminal schemes. “This asshole is a college president and has never had sex with a male”, Mistress remarked in a matter of fact way.

“He will learn quickly”, replied Bill, who proceeded to remove the panties from his mouth, and replacing them with a Whitehead style dental gag. This would keep the mouth ratcheted open, preventing Dean from biting down. Should he refuse to perform the oral sex in a proper manner, he would of course be tortured, and would be helpless to resist being involuntarily mouth fucked.

“I think he needs a double whammy, Claire get the strap on and ass fuck him while he gives head”, snapped Mistress. Claire cast her a scornful look, but without protest left the room momentarily, and returned wearing the strap on.

Claire, while not a lesbian, was averse to dominating male submissives, but realized the consequences of defying Mistress. At the least it would mean the loss of dungeon privileges, along with some form of punishment. Claire vividly recalled a dispute with Mistress a few years back, this resulted in Claire being locked in a basement cage overnight and having cold water sprayed on her. Mistress had a volatile temper, to say the least, and Claire had no desire to incur her ill will.

Bill left the pillows propping Dean up in place, and then sat facing him in a chair. After baring his cock Bill tersely remarked, “You know what to do faggot”, and Dean began the repugnant task of taking another man’s cock by mouth. For all of Dean’s homosexual desires, this was the first time he had ever done so, his fantasies were always of himself as the dominant.

Simultaneously Claire mounted him from the rear and began the anal strap on thrusts. Without the use of lubricants, these were especially painful. Unlike Mistress, who preferred irregularly timed thrusts, Claire performed at a fast and steady tempo. A firm grip by Bill kept Dean’s head in place, and after initially sliding it back and forth with his hands, Dean quickly picked up the rhythm and performed unassisted.

“Very good faggot, it is obvious you’ve done this before, keep it up for ten minutes and then you can swallow my load”, announced Bill, whose ski mask prevented seeing his facial expression. However he was quite pleased with the quality of the mouth work, in the past poorly performing subs had been painfully tortured before being required to continue.

In the meantime Marla watched helplessly from the chair, Claire’s superior rope work prevented her from moving a muscle. Her wrists and elbows were tied to the chair arms, her breasts were tied in a halter arrangement and pinnedto the rear of the chair, with the legs pulled back as far as they would stretch with the ankles tied to the rear chair legs. Another length of rope was tied around her neck and fastened to the rear of the high back chair.

The ropes were biting into her skin, and her jaws ached from the tightly strapped ball gag, which she had worn so much of the time. She feared that Mistress would inflict some type of further cruel torture upon her, after the assault upon Dean ended. In a sense she admired him for trying to rescue her, but realized it was a foolish move. Had it not occurred she probably would have spent the night in the holding cell and been released the next morning, without additional punishment.

Now all bets were off. Marla recalled Mistress had earlier said something about how many females she had sold into slavery, but who would want a fifty three old year old slave.She did not realize this was a common bluff used by Mistress to terrorize her submissives. The fact that Bill was wearing a ski mask eased her fears somewhat; she reasoned if the plan was to permanently dispose of them, that he would not be concerned about the victims seeing his face.

Bill toyed with Dean for nearly ten minutes, forcing him to slide his head back and forth, with Claire using her strap on to fuck him from the rear. Relief could not come too soon, finally Bill climaxed and forcing Dean to swallow the ejaculate.  After commending him for his mouth work, Bill left abruptly, without engaging in any further chat with Mistress.

Mistress was still infuriated that Dean had the audacity of arriving at her home announced and referring to her as a cunt. After removing his gag, she announced that he would receive a caning that would leave him with red marks and sore for days to come. He wouldfirst be required to apologize for his indiscretions.

Dean initially proved defiant and refused to apologize, much to the surprise of Mistress, who regarded him as a wimp. However he had never felt the sting of a rattan and after the third stroke, with the promise of many more, he parroted the required words “I’m a useless faggot and regret the error of my ways Mistress”. He was required to repeat this until the number of strokes reached ten.

Mistress now had to decide what to do with her two unwilling submissives. “You will have to spend some time cooling down before I can release you, then again I might decide to keep you both for the whole weekend and invite some more of my friends to play with you” she decreed, obviously quite pleased with their plight.

She quickly made her decision. The restraints were removed from each of them, and Dean was ordered to strip completely nude.They were thenled on separate leashes to the basement holding cell. Dean was the first to go, he was too battered to resist. To discourage any such thoughts, Mistress yanked on his chain, causing him to tumble to the kitchen floor. Upon reaching the basement a collar was placed around his neck, to which was attached the six foot chain.

Marla was led to the cell by Claire,  where Mistress gleefully announced their fate, “What you two need is some togetherness”, this consisted of the two being forced to lie side by side, and facing each other on the mattress. A cable tie was attached to the front ring of their collars and adjusted, so they were forced to lie with their lips touching, with no more than six inches of play.

Dean’s wrists were cuffed in front of him, as were Marla’s, however her arms were extended around and through his upper body, forming a Siamese connection. To keep them quiet one large ball was inserted into each of their mouths. The ball had two sets of straps attached and each was fastened tightly around their heads, this was accompanied by a warning that if somehow dislodged, that super glue would be used to shut their mouths.

Mistress also put a cock cage on Dean, and ridiculed his less than stellar erectile endowment. Nexta wide belt was tightly encircled about their waists, compressing them together. “A couple of hours like this will be very therapeutic”, she chortled.

Mistress however had one more accouterment which would deprive the couple of any erotic pleasure. This was a metallic bra, with four adjustable screws. As Marla winched in fear, Mistress applied the bra, and fastened the screws to the point where any significant movement would cause intense pain. Now she would be deprived of any erotic sensation, as their upper bodies were compressed together.

Mistress stood in a quizzical manner and admiring her work. “I think spending the whole night like this will be good for you”, she opined.

The couple was then left unattended, forcing them to share the most intimacy than they had for several years. They were resigned to spending the entire night in this position. Mistress and Claire went upstairs, where they enjoyed observing their submissives plight over the CCTV. Especially amusing was listening as Dean and Marlapersisted intheir attempt to speak to each other; only to have the sounds suppressed by the gag.

Marla was now experiencing a paradoxical reaction of sympathy for her husband,knowing  she had been the lecherous wife for years and would try to make up for her shortcomings, once this horrific ordeal ended. She was willing to forgive Dean, giving him the benefit of doubt, that he erroneously believed Mistress was a bona fide counselor.

Mistress forced Dean and Marla to remain in their arrangement for nearly two hours, periodically taunting them over the CCTV. She then announced that due to her sense of charity, they would be released at this time.

After removing the restraints they were ordered to dress. Mistress emphasized that any repercussions would result in embarrassing photos on the Internet. In addition Mistress pined that she might exhibit these to Dan the professor, amongst others.  Neither was in a mood to resist and left without further ado.

Marla had left her purse in their BMW and inside was a 200 milliliter bottle of 100 proof Southern Comfort. Her first move was to take a few swigs. The trip home was anti-climactic, as Marla tried to sort out her thoughts with a combination of alcohol and rock music. She dared not text any of her lovers, that problem remained to be dealt with. Dean’s mood was pensive, as he agonized from the pain of the caning, and neither spoke to the other.

Dean was not selected to be president of the larger college. Ultimately the couple reconciled their differences, which included counseling by the same professor who had suggested a dominatrix in the first place.

Dean agreed to dispose of his gay pornography, while Marla renounced extra marital affairs, in addition to moderating her alcohol consumption. She hasbeen successful in rehabilitating her image in the local community.

After a hiatus of several years, they are having straight sex on a regular basis, with Dean’s performance enhanced by medication prescribed by his internist.

THE END