Bossy Maddie

MS. MADISON MAE MENDELSOHN

A Novelette of Fictionality

By Izzy Ess of Blissfulness

CHAPTER ONE

Ms. Madison Mae Mendelsohn was only three years old when first she saw the wee-wee on her younger brother when they bathed together with their mother, Mrs. Jennifer Johannes, and their new step-father, Mr. Alfred Johnson Mendelsohn.  She splashed her brother without mercy ‘til he cried and grabbed his wee-wee and hung on, for all his childhood years.  Maddie helped her mother Jen and her new step-dad to release her younger brother’s wee-wee, eh?  They all laughed heartily when younger brother, Alfred Hitchcock Mendelsohn, peed into the bath water and he started giggling as his talented male organ had produced a yellow colour in the bath.  Ms. Maddie grabbed his tiny wee-wee and she gripped it with her tiny hand.  She noticed that his thingy got a little stiff and noticed that her brother stopped his smiling and took on a face of wonderment because his penis would not let him pee.

Thereafter, bathing was a family affair with mother and step-father getting naked with their children and all bathing in the biggest tub that could be purchased.  Actually, a Jacuzzi was the polished glory of the family and it accommodated all of them quite comfortably.  Madison took on the big responsibility of soaping young brother, Little Al, quite thoroughly, while he reciprocated and would soap his older sister with great vigour and élan.  The parents liked young Madison’s idea and they soaped each other thoroughly.  Ms. Maddie was a leader and she started soaping both her parents, who allowed her leeway to be the boss and do her thing.  When Madison was six, she was quite serious about her role as Maestro da Jacuzzi.  Bossy Maddie, as she was dubbed, took on her role as Maestro, seriously, ordering her folks and younger brother to stand up akimbo, each in turn, so she could soap all parts of everyone quite thoroughly.  The daily bathing ritual was done at 8:00 pm.  All remarked that Bossy Maddie was increasingly adept at thoroughness and that the bathing was essential to their evening, it causing relaxation as a prelude to a peaceful sleep.  Maddie glowed at this idea and increased her thoroughness.  She was adept at some message which sometimes caused the adults to close both their eyes and moan, as she administered her healing methods.  She was attentive to both Al and Bigger Al when they developed stiffness of their thingies.  She rubbed them both quite vigourously and was satisfied that some internal juices were milked out.  She also noticed hot and sticky juices coming from her mom’s big hairy lips between her upper thighs.  She visualized internally that she was milking cows, reducing some internal pressure which relaxed her subjects quite ostensibly.  On some occasions, curiosity was evident as she would lick the milked out juices and declared she liked the tastes of all of them.

Until our Bossy Maddie was a teenager, at thirteen, this routine continued.  She often asked her brother to administer the cleaning ritual to her, just as it had been done to Jennifer.  She started menarchy and had some blood at times.  The blood-tinged sticky juices were relieving in our Maddie, just as she had noticed in her folks and younger brother.  She advanced a plan to make things more efficient, assigning Jennifer to Little Al while exchanging thoroughness and firm message with Big Al.  Until she reached the age of seventeen, the bath routine was quite efficient and effective:  Big Al was paired with Madison; her Little Al was paired with Jennifer.  They added lovely aromatic candles, mainly lavender, and sweet, romantic music, mainly Doris Day and Frank Sinatra.  It was a memory that Madison held deep inside her brain until she had to give an explanation to her Jewish Psychoanalyst, when she was fifty-five.

Madison began to date when she was living in the dormitory at the University of Ottawa.  She was an A+ student and participated in athletic programmes, field hockey and volleyball.  Her reputation as a woman was established when she often ended up in someone’s shower, naked and prepared to thoroughly soap down her dates, both male and female.  Despite her busy schedule with her fellow students, in the student council, study groups and sporting games, she dated often, often four or five times every week.  Her A+ marks were forever high and she was chosen to be spokesperson for her graduation as the President of Student Council and the Captains of her Sporting Teams, as well as having scored the highest academic status that the University had ever seen.  She was applauded loudly at her graduation as she delivered both the Valedictorian and the Student Council President’s Addresses as her parents and her brother watched her proudly on the podium.

In addition to her busy schedule at the University, she travelled home, quite frequently, for holidays and three-day weekends, which she wrested from her ferociously demanding schedule.  Every time, the family was very happy to again be doing Maddie’s bidding for the thorough baths at 8:00 pm.  Maddie now was good at sex and introduce some sex to her own family routine.  Big Al and Little Al, were pleasantly surprised and really liked what Maddie did for them.  Even Jennifer was pleased and satisfied, and quite tremendously.  Little Al now had a member that was just as big as that that hung from his step-dad, the Bigger Al.  They all laughed at this development and had to name the younger man, The Number One, while the step-dad was demoted to The Number Two.  It was all good-natured fun.  Laughing was as much a part of the Jacuzzi baths as moaning was.

Madison was easily accepted for some fellowships for Masters classes for her chosen field of Nursing.  A young professor fell in love with her.  Soon after they had started dating, he suggested she move in with him.  He had a tiny house off campus, which Madison just loved.  Her tendency to be the Boss was quite OK with Henderson McLeod, the youngest assistant professor in the old Department of Psychology.  Henderson was overjoyed by Madison’s activities in their Jacuzzi and her quite advanced great notions of a lot of stimulating sex.  Madison enjoyed her role as Maestro da Jacuzzi that she’d learned at home.  Her activities with family were much less frequent though they didn’t stop when she moved in with Henderson.  In fact, Henderson and the girlfriend of her brother were invited to participate.  Approximately quarterly, Maddie was a Maestro da Jacuzzi for her family, which now included six, in all, with both her brother’s girlfriend, Mary, and her Happy Henderson, as well as the original quite unabashed four members.  Occasionally, the original four members came to spend a weekend at the McLeod house, where happiness was in abundance.

CHAPTER TWO

A gang of angry lesbians attacked Ms. Madison on Tuesday evening when she left her house to walk to the University Athletic Club to do her Yoga Class.  Bound tightly with some lacy bras, Boss Maddie was tightly blindfolded and then thrown in a burlap sac.  Three lesbians up lifted her and threw her in an open van whose floor was actually padded with a Queen-sized mattress.  The van was driven round in circles to confuse her and then it hit a highway where it sped away up north for several hours before it stopped.  Three ladies lifted her and carried her to some dark area and threw her on the hard cement of some abandoned warehouse.  The leader of the gang kissed Maddie on the lips and introduced her tongue to tongue her tongue.  She was then carried deeper into the abandoned warehouse where there was a large Jacuzzi filled with sudsy water which felt good to Maddie as her clothes were ripped off.  Naked, she was sitting in the tub, with the warm sudsy water level to her shoulders.  Maddie felt about five women, naked, joining her inside the tub with warm soap suds.  “Now do your thing!” the leader grunted.  She felt the naked bodies close to her, standing over her.  They helped her stand and loosened all her bonds.  Her head was covered with a hood preventing her from seeing anyone.  She felt five rather well-built muscular tall women.  She understood immediately that she was to soap them thoroughly and message their breasts and private parts.  Complying, she did her thing and pleasured all five women, one by one.  She heard them moaning and enjoying all her wonderful massages.  Our Madison was frightened and her fingers trembled.  The leader said, quite harshly, “Stop that trembling, Madison!  It stops us from a full enjoyment of your charms and ministrations.  We’ve heard a lot about your talents for the soaping and the sexy things you do.  Now, just relax, and you’ll be saved from harm, we promise you!”  Ms. Bossy Madison responded to her captor and relaxed as if she had resigned herself to strict subservience and figured that she might as well co-operate because she didn’t seem to have a choice.  She felt a slight excitement fill her body.  She was not accustomed to be bossed around.  The role reversal had a paradoxical effect and the thought of Stockholm Syndrome flitted through her nimble brain.  Within a minute, she relaxed and tried to feel a joy in taking care of strangers who controlled her.  Her cognitive brain mechanisms seemed to say, “OK!  Your win this round.  Just wait, you fuckin’ bloody Lesbians, I will get even, somehow!  She’d found her strength with anger and she did her thing with greater energy.  The leader said, “That’s better, my sweet Madison.  Now rub my clit and get me poppin’ like you always do to everyone in your small circle.  This will be your circle for at least a day or two, until we think it safe to take your hood off.  You’re one of us, now, sweetheart!  Just enjoy yourself and you’ll be fine.”  Maddie took a chance and said, “If you take my hood off, I can tongue you in your private places and can really make you feel ecstatic!”  She heard a hearty laugh from all five women.  “That’s much, much better, Madison, my darling slave.  I’m warning you.  If you make one false move attempting to escape, we’ll cut you down to size and feed you to the wolves!”  Maddie promised to behave.  Her hood was lifted.  At first her vision was quite blurry.  As time went on, her focus was much better.  Madison could now see five extremely beautiful and fit young women who were standing up akimbo, expecting her to use her talents to give every one her full attention.  It took some time to pleasure all five women.  Madison was inwardly quite proud of her accomplishment and stood up with triumph and élan.

The leader introduced herself as Jacqueline La Belle.  She extended her strong hand to shake the hand of the notorious Boss Madison.  She introduced the others who also shook her hand quite firmly.  They were Constance Smythe, Penelope McCabe, Adele DeWitt and Frances Cunningham.  Connie, Penny, Frankie and Adele were smiling broadly as they joined their leader Jackie kneeling down in front of Madison to jointly lather all of Maddie’s private parts.  With expertise, they fingered Maddie’s thingy and succeeded pleasuring their captive.  Madison was feeling very strange as her excitement reached a never-felt-before grand level and she popped repeatedly with strong convulsions and a scream that never seemed to end.  The captors cheered as she fulfilled their fantasies.  She could no longer stand.  As she collapsed, her captors cuddled her and carried her toward a furnished room wherein there was a satin covered bed.  Madison was laid atop the sheets.  Her five enthusiastic captors pulled her legs apart and restarted all their fingering and tonging from the top of Maddie’s head to all her toes and fingers and all her body parts, between.  Madison could feel again a sharply rising level of excitement as she had an hundred climaxes, each more intense than all the others she had experienced, before.  Finally, she fell into a deeper sleep than ever she had had.

CHAPTER THREE

She woke up in her own bed surrounded by her family, who were each smiling broadly.  She did not believe her eyes.  She sat bolt upright and accepted hugs from everyone.  No one let her ask her burning question as to what exactly had occurred.  And, no one touched her as she was led to her Jacuzzi for a whirlpool, soothing bath that was so welcome.  She fell again into a deeper sleep, without a dream to guide her thoughts.  When she awoke, she was completely dressed and sitting in an armchair by herself.  Some candles had been lit to make her feel at home.  A disc of her Pink Floyd was softly playing on the stereo.  She dozed for short periods all through the night.  At dawn, her kith and kin came through the doors and greeted her as if there had been nothing too unusual.  She arose and helped her folks make breakfast and discussed the weather and their plans to have an afternoon of picnicking in her quite familiar back yard.  Genesis and the smooth Phil Collins were soothing.

Nothing was discussed about the recent dramas, she had lived through.  Flashbacks of her lesbian experiences flitted through her mind.  She wanted desperately to discuss them with her Henderson, her brother and her parents, but they would hold their fingers to her mouth to silence her and occupy her mind with mundane home activities.

A deepening depression started slowly and progressed to such a level that she said she needed help.  Her kith and kin revealed that they had already been in touch with Dr. Finkelstein, who had advised them not to let her talk about her traumas as it often made anxieties much worse.  He said she had a kind of battle syndrome of fatigue and flashbacks, memory blocks and hypervigilence, the latter being like a kind of paranoia based on a fear of being traumatized, again.  Herr Doktor Finkelstein remarked that his successful treatment really would depend on how she trusted her own kith and kin to keep her safe.  He also said it might take many years before she could calm down.  He said she might be vulnerable at work, if there was tension which would constitute a threat to her perception of some danger to herself.  It might be wise for all to let her stay at home and pick some easy job that she could do within the safe environment created by her loving kith and kin.  He also mentioned that the baths that they described might not be possible without reminding her of what she went through with the lesbians.

Our thoughtful Dr. Finkelstein remarked about a speculation that he had.  Usually some Jewish males have had a Messianic Complex.  The symptoms were that they would feel as if they were the saviours that all people sought and they alone could help them with a sacrificial act, like one that was described in all the Gospels of the Newer Testaments of Holy Bibles.  Frequently, the Complex would be seen in younger doctors who profess, idealistic attitudes.  That is, they entered the field of medicine, not to raise their incomes and fill their coffers but to work without a thought of compensation, for the poor and disadvantaged, who were incapable of paying doctors’ fees that were usually substantial.  Dr. Finkelstein had speculated that the Bossy Madison was actually quite driven by a need to satisfy just everyone when she was young.  The incident with lesbians would certainly enforce her fantasies about her helping everyone, no matter what the circumstances were.  He said he needed much more time to research the medical literature to possibly discover that there might be nurses who would fit the diagnosis of the Messianic Complex.

Our Bossy Maddie was quite disappointed in her family’s refusal to participate in communal bathing that she loved so much.  She settled into a routine at home which made her feel so safe, her deep depression was improving gradually.

The years went by.  She saw her doctor once a month, to keep in touch and be completely re-assured that his quite clever plan of therapy was being carried out.  Her job at home involved her use of her computer and the internet to sell expensive jewelry on Ebay.  It seemed to be ideal for her.  Without the personal involvement with some folks that wouldn’t understand the situation, she felt better all the time.  In time, she could discuss some details with her Henderson and her young brother and her parents.  Her emotional response to flashbacks was abating.  She could feel it in her bones.

Henderson and she grew older and more understanding as the time went quickly by.  When they were in their 70’s they started taking baths together, gingerly.  The baths became more intimate and didn’t seem to harm her.  She was delighted to be Bossy Maddie, once again, and enjoy the mutual excitement of their stimulated bodies.  They lived into their eighties and nineties.  Maddie outlived her husband by ten years.  She did recruit her brother to come visit her at times for bathing, which they both enjoyed.  Her slightly younger brother died within a week of her own peaceful death.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 20, 2013