Audrey Escapes The Patriarchy

Max, hand resting on Audrey's ass cheek under her skirt, led the redhead into the packed, rented out ballroom. The attendees were easily divisible into three groups. Butches, their femme girlfriends, and waitresses scurrying around offering drinks and snacks. Despite Max claiming there was a pimps and hoes theme, all the other butches seemed to be wearing their normal clothes as well. The femmes, on the other hand, were all showing off miles of cleavage, midriff and leg. Even so, Audrey's outfit seemed the most risqué by a large degree.

Blushing as she realized just how exposed she was, Audrey pushed herself tighter against Max. Rather than comfort her, though, Max joked: "Looks like you're the sluttiest hoe here. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. The thing is, though, I see some people I know over there and I don't want them looking down on me because I'm here with you. So why don't you go make some new friends, and I'll call you over if I want you."

Max slapped her on the ass before striding towards one of the groups of butches. Audrey didn't know anyone else at the party. She wished she could have stayed with Max, some of the other women were staring at her a little too hungrily for comfort. Audrey decided she might as well take Max's advice and find someone to talk to. She figured she'd have better luck with the women on the other side of the room. They seemed more like her kind of people.

It was easy to tell since there didn't seem to be mingling much except for the waitresses. Audrey thought it was pretty funny to see the room split up like one of those junior high dances. On one end various groups of butches conversed about sports or politics. Across from them, scantily clad femmes, heavily made-up and wobbling on their high heels, simpered over hair products and the best way to prepare a roast. Once Audrey walked up, she was instantly greeted like a long lost friend.

While Audrey was accepting compliments for her figure from a cute African-American girl in a too tight little black dress, she overheard the tail end of a conversation between two of the waitresses. They were complaining about sexual harassment, with one bitterly remarking over what she would do if "these animals pinch my ass one more time."

Audrey felt her blood boil. She wanted to run over and comfort them. In this man's world, Audrey knew, it was critical that women support each other. She also figured the waitresses would be especially open to it since they were in a rare, women only, safe space. Before she could get to them, though, Max boomingly called for her, using a cute pet name, "Tits. Come."

When she reached her girlfriend's side, Max smilingly announced: "Good girl." She punctuated the remark by grabbing the strap of Audrey's bikini and snapping it hard against her back. Audrey merely grunted in response. Max introduced her to the other women. "This is Audrey. What do you think?"

A tall woman with short dark hair, staring directly at Audrey's breasts, responded: "Hard to say. She might be pretty enough, I guess. Decent body. Alright face. But considering she's willing to wear something like this in public, I'm sure she's a complete freak in the bedroom."

"Yeah," another woman chimed in, "definitely good for a one night stand. But not the kind of girl you want to date. Just one of those fun, party sluts."

"You have no idea," Max agreed. "I was fucking her within an hour of meeting her. Hell, the little bitch isn't even wearing any panties. Normally I wouldn't consider staying with someone like this, but I've had so much fun playing with her, I decided to keep her."

Audrey went crimson in embarrassment at that comment and the resulting laughter. She couldn't believe she was standing half-naked around these women while they discussed her like she wasn't there. And Max not only didn't bother defending her, she was participating. Not wanting to make eye contact, Audrey instead looked around the room. She wistfully noticed a nearby waitress with a cheese plate, and another with champagne. Sighing, she wondered if there was any celery around instead.

Audrey must have been hungrier than she realized, since she missed Max addressing her. When the butch commented: "I said, isn't that right you dumb slut?"

Audrey realized she'd drifted off and looked at her girlfriend. "Huh?"

"Never mind. You're even ditzier today than usual." Turning towards her friends, Max added: "Her little head is filled to capacity. If it isn't about cooking, cleaning, sucking or fucking, she can barely pay attention."

Audrey stared at the ground as the butches commiserated with each other over how flighty femmes were. All the redhead wanted to do was go home, but she could tell Max was having too good of a time for that. The last thing Audrey wanted to do was start nagging.

That's how Audrey had almost gotten herself into trouble when Max told her she had to dance naked for some of her butch friends during halftime of a football game. The redhead had been outraged, refusing to even consider it. Max had asked her friends to "Give me a second," as she grabbed Audrey's arm and pulled her into another room.

"You're embarrassing me. Besides it's a little late for this innocent, good girl routine. We both know what a slut you are. Just look how you're dressed."

Audrey blushed at the reference to her short mini skirt and midriff baring, low-cut tank top. "But you told me to the wear this..."

"Yes. And now I'm telling you to dance."

"Max, this is crazy. Ordering me to strip for your drinking buddies? I don't want to dance for anyone besides you. I'm not just some sex toy for you to show off."

"Stupid bitch. I'm not a man so it's not possible for me to objectify women. Now get your ass back in there and start stripping. You're going to get it hard if you don't start behaving yourself like a good little femme."

"No, please. I'll do it some other time, just not tonight. Please?" Audrey practically begged.

"Don't be ridiculous. The only way this relationship will work is if we both embrace our natural roles. Who's the boss?"

"You are, but..."

"And which one of us is the happy little housewife?"

"I am," Audrey answered miserably.

"Exactly. You shouldn't be worrying or thinking about anything. That's my job. You're to stay focused on getting all juicy while you dance. I'll bet you've already gotten a head start."

Too ashamed to admit her girlfriend was right, Audrey said nothing. "Exactly. Now go touch up your make-up, and when you come back, what am I going to see?"

"Me shaking my ass."

"Damn right." Max agreed. As Audrey turned towards the bathroom, she heard Max remark: "Sorry about that. Great tits, but a little slow on the uptake." The accompanying burst of laughter made Audrey feel two feet tall. And it was hard to reclaim any self-esteem as she wiggled naked in front of the group of drunk and rowdy lesbians. It wouldn't have done any good complaining, though. Max knew how much this turned her on. And Audrey did too.

*

The clock showed 2:33 in the morning when rustling downstairs woke Audrey. She instinctively tried to raise her hands to rub her eyes before remembering the handcuffs which made it impossible. Max had started making her sleep with her wrists cuffed behind her back after catching Audrey touching herself in bed one night. There hadn't been much Audrey could say in argument. She knew the rules.

But Max had gotten so stingy about orgasms. Well, Audrey's orgasms at least. And with Audrey's mandatory 8:30 bedtime, she always had a few hours to herself before Max came up to join her. She probably would have kept getting away with it too, but for some bad luck. Max came upstairs to grab a sweater at the exact moment Audrey let out a satisfied little squeal. From there, it didn't take much inspection to reveal a naughty housewife, masturbating without permission.

Audrey wasn't surprised to be punished. The nipple clamps and riding crop got use even when she was a good girl. Audrey didn't expect, however, handcuffs to become a permanent nightly fixture, to ensure she stopped "slutting out." Mission accomplished, Audrey thought, her sex aching. From downstairs, there was a large metallic clatter, followed by Max bellowing: "Audrey, get that lazy ass down here."

Sighing, Audrey rose from the bed, maintaining balance as best she could with her wrists behind her back. Maybe Max would give her the strap-on tonight, she hoped. It had been almost two weeks, and Audrey needed it so badly. Especially since Max had decided to put cameras in every room of the house to prevent her from masturbating while the butch was at work. She'd decided Audrey showed more enthusiasm for her "wifely responsibilities" when she didn't get too much pleasure of her own.

Upon making it downstairs, Audrey suppressed a groan over her normally spotless kitchen. The place looked like a disaster zone. Pots and pans strewn all over. It was all so unnecessary too. Max certainly wasn't ever going to cook anything herself. And sure enough, she was sitting at the table eating the pie Audrey baked for tomorrow's dessert. The redhead didn't even need to smell her breath to know she was drunk.

Max greeted her with: "There's my little bimbo. What took you so long? Clearly not picking out an outfit, hahaha. Been touching yourself again?"

Wondering how Max thought she could manage that in hand cuffs when she couldn't even dress herself, Audrey merely responded: "No, I've been good."

"I'll bet," Max laughed, "but I better check to make sure. Get over here."

Audrey walked towards her girlfriend, who, once within range, none too gently jammed two fingers in her sopping sex. Audrey let out a moan over the contact she craved. Satisfied, Max withdrew her fingers. Audrey felt like crying at the loss. "God, you're a horny bitch. Just wet and needy all the time. Pathetic."

Finishing off the pie, Max let out a belch. Leaving the pan and fork on the table, she headed to the den. Almost as an afterthought, she called to Audrey: "You can clean up later. Now come."

The butch turned the television on before collapsing on the couch and motioning for Audrey to sit. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I ran into an old friend of yours at the bar tonight."

Audrey looked up meekly from the floor, not sure if Max was finished. She'd adapted well to the rules about not speaking unless spoken to, as well as sitting at her girlfriend's feet unless she was given permission to use the furniture. Max continued: "Nice guy named Mike. Claimed you two used to date in college. Luckily since I'm not the jealous type, I invited him and his girlfriend over for drinks tomorrow. Ready to show him how much you've learned?"

"Ok, Max." Audrey assented, though her expression didn't look too enthusiastic. Max smilingly reached down to rub Audrey's hair. As the butch stroked her like a house pet, Audrey felt a familiar tingle in her sex. Letting out a little sigh, she tried to focus on what Max was saying.

"I bet you're looking forward to showing an ex how well you're doing now. I was telling him stories about how wild you are in bed and he sounded surprised. Told me how vanilla you used to be. Guess you just needed a true, feminist relationship to embrace the real you."

Audrey couldn't tell if that was a question, but since Max seemed to be in the mood to talk, she nodded in response. The butch continued: "That's what men don't understand. Women need the freedom to find their own path. I mean, how could you even look yourself in the mirror if you participated in a system designed to subjugate another human being just because of their gender? We're so lucky to have found each other." Max's grip on her hair grew a little harder. "I love being able to help you reach your full potential for being a slutty little bimbo housewife without a thought in her head."

Audrey noticed she had begun rubbing her ass against the carpet, trying to get some sensation on her sex. All this talk about her role was definitely getting her horny. Then again, everything was getting her horny recently.

Recognizing the message, Max laughed. "Sorry babe, I'm not in the mood tonight. Besides, I want you eager to please when you show off for our guests tomorrow. But don't worry, I know how to take care of my desperate housewife. I'll let you lick me until I fall asleep. How's that sound?"

The redhead looked up, attempting to fake a grateful smile. She wasn't very convincing, but luckily for her, Max had already returned her attention to the tv. Audrey had known Max would likely leave her stewing in her own juices, but it was still disappointing to find out for sure. Even worse, with the butch drunk, she'd probably pass out on the couch after an orgasm or two. Audrey would be expected to spend the night sleeping on the hard floor at Max's feet.

Nothing was ever easy, Audrey thought. And that included trying to get Max's pants down with her wrists still cuffed behind her back. Audrey hoped Max would help her, but the butch already appeared half-asleep. Still, Audrey knew better than to try to shirk her duties. Grabbing Max's belt with her teeth, she began struggling to get it off.

*

When Mike and his girlfriend Danielle arrived the next night, Max greeted them at the door while Audrey put the finishing touches on the plate of snacks she'd prepared. Putting them on a tray along with some beers, she made her way to join the party in the living room. Her high heels clicking on the floor announced her presence before she walked in.

"Jesus," Mike cried when he saw her, "you really have changed. Nice get-up."

Audrey blushed at the reference to the ridiculous naughty schoolgirl outfit Max had insisted upon. Her red hair, made up in matching pigtails, completed the look. "Hi, Mike. Great to see you."

The former frat boy still looked good, Audrey had to admit. Even less surprisingly, his current girlfriend was cute too. Wrapped in a slinky black dress, the girl had dark hair, dark eyes and a good body. Her expression, however, suggested a none too bright, spoiled, sorority girl. As Audrey placed her tray on the table, she felt a pang of sympathy for the poor girl. No doubt Mike was the same as always. What kind of relationship was that for a woman?

After brief introductions, Audrey stood uncomfortably, unsure what else she was supposed to say. Max had an idea, as she grabbed a beer for her and Mike. "Well that's enough of you girls chit-chatting. Why don't you keep us entertained with a little dance, fire crotch."

Blushing even more deeply at this degrading nickname, not to mention the prospect of stripping for her ex-boyfriend and his date, Audrey still scrambled to obey. After starting the music, she began touching herself as she grinded her body, just the way Max expected. Mike and Danielle shot each other surprised glances. Danielle seemed quite disturbed, but not quite enough to leave. Mike, on the other hand, clearly wanted to watch the show.

Audrey was already untying the little shirt that only somewhat covered her bra. Nothing unusual there. The butch didn't like too much "nonsense," as she put it, before getting to the good stuff. Seeing the hunger in her boyfriend's eyes, Danielle passive aggressively said: "So, this how you guys normally greet your guests?"

"Of course," Max answered brightly, eyes gleaming. Danielle shivered at the look. There was something predatory about Max. The butch continued, as Audrey wiggled out of her skirt: "It may seem strange to us, but Audrey is just a femme. She's not happy unless she can please her betters. Just enjoy the little slut showing off, she does."

Danielle didn't like the sound of that, but couldn't think of any response. Instead she sat silently. Mike was also quiet, though, his tongue appeared to be hanging out a little. Audrey stared straight ahead, concentrating on her stripping. There was no sound in the room besides for music as Audrey unclasped her bra and dropped it to the ground. "Jesus," Mike whispered in awe.

Danielle looked up at him unhappily, preparing to give her boyfriend a piece of her mind, but Max beat her to it. "Not too bad, huh? You just have to know how to handle 'em and they fall right in line."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Mike managed only another "Jesus."

Audrey tuned out the room talking about her. She'd long since gotten used to that by now. It wasn't embarrassing, Audrey found, if you didn't think about it. Ignore the eyes drinking in her curves. Just focus on her music and her body. Audrey repeated it to herself like a mantra as she rolled her hips exaggeratedly and gave her own nipples a hard tug. The stimulation sent another shiver through her pussy. As horny as Max kept her, she wondered if she could come from nipple play alone.

And there were other upsides as well. She no longer looked awkward dancing in the tall heels. All her audience saw now was a natural stripper. A girl who looked like she danced for her girlfriend's house guests all the time. Which, of course, she did. Audrey rubbed her nipples again, this time letting out a throaty moan. She would have loved to continue her experiment, ex-boyfriend or not, but a dangerous look from Max told her it wouldn't be a good idea. Audrey's hands moved to her ass, trying to protect it from an imaginary spanking for unauthorized orgasm. Determined to do better, Audrey placed her thumbs in her panties to pull them down.

Now naked except for her heels, Audrey kept gyrating, pigtails swinging wildly. Max chose this time to turn to Mike and Danielle to make small talk. As they discussed the weather, Audrey looked down to see her body already coated with sweat. The third song had just started, but she was already tiring.

She briefly gave Max a plaintive look, hoping for some sympathy. The butch, however, merely motioned with her hand for Audrey to continue. Audibly groaning, the redhead kept dancing. Her body was already protesting. While traditional strippers moved gracefully, Max expected a more energetic performance, personified by her frequent calls to "make 'em bounce."

Max found the style more stimulating, and from the look on Mike's face, so did he, but constantly flopping and shaking her tits felt like murder on Audrey's back. She turned around to wiggle her ass instead, hoping for a little break.

"I can't believe she does this for you." Mike said, shaking his head in amazement.

"More like I do it for her. She fucking loves this stuff. I'll show you." Max finished off her beer and in one swig, then held out the empty bottle telling Audrey: "Time to add a prop to the show."

It was funny. When the day started, Audrey would have done anything to be fucked, even by a beer bottle. Now that it was actually happening, though, her shame and libido were waging an intense battle. Audrey accepted the bottle, but her wide eyes and downcast expression pled for mercy. Instead, Max told her: "And would it kill you to smile? No one likes a depressed bimbo."

The naked girl plastered on the biggest fake grin she could manage. It didn't touch her eyes. As Audrey brought the bottle towards her sex, preparing to insert it, Max interrupted. "Stupid bitch. You know better. No penetration without permission. Now put your toy where it belongs."

Two women shouted out: "Oh God, no," instantaneously. For Danielle, this was the final straw. She hadn't really wanted to meet Mike's ex-girlfriend in the first place. As she saw what a complete whore the girl was, though, and the night got kinkier, Danielle decided not just to leave this house but to leave Mike as well. She'd tell him once he dropped her off, she decided. "Mike, take me home right now, or I'm leaving without you."

"Uhh, sure babe, just a minute," Mike said distractedly, eyes never leaving Audrey.