by Julie S
A Weird Week of Submission With Butch
Butch seemed to be in his mid forties. I found him somewhat interesting at first, but he was very hard to talk to. There was something different about him that appealed to me. He was reserved, shy and very smart. People said he was a real genuis, a scientist or engineer of some sort. We talked in a corner the whole night. He told me his name was Butch.
He called me the very next day. Butch knew I had a boyfriend. He knew Michael quite well, in fact. They were friends. The two had been talking about me for some time. I found out that Michael had encouraged Butch to approach me and even pursue me. Michael said he felt sorry for the guy because he had no girlfriend. With Michael’s encouragement, we had lunch. Then a dinner. We kissed. I would find Butch waiting for me in the parking lot after work. He knew my schedule. I was sure Michael was telling him all about me. I knew Michael was enjoying the whole thing, even if I was feeling a bit creeped out. Sometimes I would look in the rear view mirror and see him following me. We talked on the phone every day and he emailed me almost hourly and got insistent if I did not email him right back. He became a part of my daily routine.
After awhile he invited me to come to his house. I did not want to go. I felt totally uncomfortable. I did not like the guy at all, but it was something Michael wanted me to do. He insisted. When I balked, Michael pulled out the contract I had signed when we first started going out. It was my slave contract where I promised to do whatever I was told. I had signed that two years ago and Michael had never pulled it out before. I did not argue. I told Michael I would, for him. Michael told me he had promised his friend that I would do whatever he wanted, that he was transferring his authority over me to his friend.
The plans grew into a weeklong visit. I would be Butch’s wife for a week. It was exciting. We had only kissed and talked.
He had lied about many things.
When we got to his house Butch told me I had to be quiet. His mother was somewhere in the house and she could not be disturbed. He played weird chants on his stereo, which was interesting at first, but quickly got monotonous. He had three unusual birds in huge bird cages and a little tiny dog, one of those yappy little creatures. It was obvious those animals were very important to him and I think that was my first tip that this guy was really weird and I started to get uncomfortable about what I had gotten myself into.
Michael was hundreds of miles away on business and no one knew where I was. I had stupidly agreed to spend a week with this guy. I realized he could turn weird anytime and kill me, for all I knew.
As that first night wore on I began to realize how truly strange he really was, completely different than I had seen him before, or the lunch dates we had. I knew it was important to Michael that I stay. He would be furious if I spent the week at home. I couldn’t leave anyway. I didn’t know where I was.
I don’t know why Butch wanted me, or what was expected of me. It did not seem that he was very interested in sex at all, or in me. He talked about his birds and dogs. That was bad enough, but it was really creepy when he talked TO his birds and dog. He made such a fuss over them! He hardly talked to me and did not seem interested in what I had to say. As it got later, he seemed agitated and nervous. He finally sat next to me and kissed me awkwardly. It was painfully obvious he had absolutely no experience with women.That first night he tried to make love to me, but he couldn’t get hard enough to enter me. I told him that was okay, that we had all week. He was embarassed and angry. That’s when he hit me. I got mad and told him I could see why he didn’t have any girlfriends. He hit me again.
Afterward he seemed truly sorry about what had happened. He apologised and much more attentive. I slept in his bed. That had been our understanding, and I did not want to aggravate this guy. Sometimes he held me. Mostly he slept with his back to me. He did not seem to like me very much anymore, but during the night I felt
the bed shake a little.
In bed that first night I discovered he smelled bad. Body Odor! Almost enough to make me gag. Everything in the house smelled. His disgusting body odor enveloped me. I tried to pull a sheet over my head, but it stunk too. There was no escaping that sickening smell. It made my skin crawl.
The next morning I had no appetite for breakfast and could not think of eating in that house. I could not convince him to take me out to eat. There was crud all over the kitchen. The referigerator was full of disgusting things. I could not stand the filfth! I started cleaning his house, picking up his dirty underwear under the couch. I must have done fifteen loads of laundry that first day. I hate doing laundry. I scrubbed the dreary kitchen linoleum floor on my hands and knees. He acted like it was expected of me! He started ordering me around then, getting very bossy and irritated with me. Later in the afternoon he told me to go down into the basement so HE couild get some privacy! I was so mad at Michael for getting me into this.
He did not speak to me much at all. He pretty much ignored me. We sometimes sat in that old fashioned living room in silence for hours. Just sitting. He did not even have a TV to watch! A couple of times each day he took his little dog for a long walk, but he would not let me go along. So I just sat in the living room and waited, listening to the old clock ticking ever so slowly. I was afraid his mother would walk in and find me. I never saw a sign of the old lady. The sense of humor I had found so intriguing was gone. He disapproved of everything I said, when we did talk. He took exception to my politics and the way I was raising my children. I think he was offended, or intimidated, by my sexuality. He was insulting, but I did not react. I was pretty sure he was reacting to his failure in bed and I did not want to aggitate the guy.
I wrote up a long list of things I needed during the week to clean up. He got everything. Windex, Paper towels. Air freshener. Deordorant. Even a new vacuum cleaner. A Cosmo magazine so I would have something to read. He came back with everything but my magazine. I cleaned and cleaned. He said it was unfit reading. It was obvious the house had not been cleaned in years. The stove was really revolting, but I got it clean. It took me two days of scrubbing yuck off it. The dog had stained the rug over the years and I made him go rent a rug shampooer and help me give it a thorough cleaning.
I made him a devils food cake with white frosting and my favorite chicken and dumplings recipe. The old gas stove was a trip!
His mother stayed out of sight except when it was time for dinner and she joined us at the kitchen table. I made every meal. No one spoke while we ate. He was really pathetic and I felt sorry for him at times. He had grown up in a weird household and there had apparently been some tragedy in his life. I think his sister had
been murdered, but I never got the whole story. He claimed he had been engaged once, but he was vague
about that, too, and I sensed there was some terrible story to be told there.
He made it clear that I had no rights in his house. My movement was restricted. He had locked most of the doors and I was not allowed in certain parts of the house. I would not be surprised if he had stashed bodies in there.
One evening he entertained himself by dumping my purse out on the kitchen table I had cleaned. He went through my stuff, reading the packages of my birth control pills, studying the pictures of my kids, smelling my perfume, and eating my breath mints. He even wrote down all sorts of information, including my drivers license number. He said he was intellectually curious. He just took the things that interested him. Thank God he left my credit cards.
After the third night he started to show a little more interest in me. At least in bed. I woke up feeling his hands going over my body, very lightly exploring me. I must have been like an alien to him. I am sure he had never been so close to a woman before.
On the fourth day he took me for a drive along the Hudson River. It was a beautiful day and he seemed to relax. I noticed that attractive flash in his brown eyes again. He joked and we had a good time. That night he held me and pressed himself against me. I felt him rub himself against my butt but he wasn’t really hard. I slipped down in the covers and fondled him, taking his soft cock into my mouth. He did not get hard, but he came. He seemed pleased. I was relieved. The next morning he was more aggressive and he managed to get it hard enough to enter me. He came right away, but it did not matter. It was a great triumph for him.
He walked with a swagger and seemed much more charming. I did everything I could to keep him happy. Once we had overcome that obstacle, he could not get enough of me. He fucked and fucked. It was like he had just discovered sex! Barely an hour would go by and he would be at me. I was thankful I only had two more days left in my visit.
I never saw him again.