The man pulled the duvet up and around his shoulders, then buried his head into the cotton covered pillow, the smell of freshly cleaned linen radiated around his face as his flesh warmed the fabric. It was like breathing in the past….
Although tired .his eyes were open, absorbing his surroundings.
The soft glow of the outside Xmas lights cast a warm milky light in the room that allowed certain objects to be seen in the darkness. His old electric guitar hanging on the wall and the various rock posters, still clinging to the wall by curled up yellow sticky tape and hardened blu tack made him smile on the inside as teenage memories flooded back…..It was 20 years ago since he last slept in this bed.
So much had happened and so much had changed in two decades. He took a deep breath and slowly sighed out loud; letting go of all the pressures and stresses that had put him back in this bedroom.
Staying in his parents’ house the night before Xmas was not something he had ever envisaged at the age of 37, however, divorce, house sale and a minuscule pinch of melancholy had led him to agree to their invitation.
As he snuggled down deeper into the bed and let his body relax in the warmth of the downy embrace his mind started to drift back to his teenage years ………
His father was still going on and on and on about him getting a part-time job. But really…did he have to? What was the point? Two more months and he would be out of 6th form and off to University… His father reminded him that he was working at 16 so, under duress he had finally answered a small advertisement placed in the local newsagent for Saturday work; cutting grass and tidying someone’s garden. The lady on the phone had said to just turn up next Saturday at 8am – she would decide whether he was up to standard after completing a day’s work.
He was late that Saturday morning-he remembered it clearly. His father was shouting at him as he sped out of the driveway on his old red Raleigh bicycle, a plastic Tesco bag dangling from the right hand handle and bashing his sandwich box against his knee as he peddled as fast as possible….He was still half asleep as he turned into Moxton Street, a perfect image of suburbia unfolded as he looked for ‘Greenacres’, a large cream property set up a long driveway. The name was hand painted on a giant grey granite stone at the start of the driveway. As he turned sharply into the drive he was going at such a speed his back wheel span out causing him to fly off his bicycle and land face down in the gravel driveway.
As he pulled his grazed throbbing body up from the ground he was confronted by a pair of black pointy shoes directly at nose level in front of him.
As his gaze travelled upwards he could see stocking tops and cream panties peeking from under a skirt, but his attention was quickly drawn to a woman’s rather pretty face and her red lips moving and saying something to him.
But all he could think about as he lay on the floor was the erection growing second by second inside his pants. Her words blurred into nothingness as the voice inside his head screamed at him. Oh my god I can see her panties! Oh my god I think I’m going to come in my boxers! She is wearing stockings! Jesus! Help!
How could he possibly get up off the floor? The woman would see the bulge in his trousers. Oh my god-why did this happen? He felt SO embarrassed crumpled up on the floor in front of this gorgeous female. He just laid on the floor gazing at her shinny shoes-not moving. Terrified he tried to stop his cock from getting even harder.
He was soon brought to his senses as her voice was now raised- almost to a point of shouting.
“Get up! Get Up! You are LATE-very LATE. It’s almost half past eight- get up and sort yourself out.”
The black shinny shoes at his face level span around and started to walk up the gravel driveway ,she shouted back at him as she pounded towards the house;
“I’ll be in the house-use the back door and come find me once you’ve dusted yourself down. I’ll show you what you have to do”
He had breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly pulled himself up from the gravel driveway ,his cock still engorged in his jeans as he saw her disappear into the house. My god she was sexy-He hadn’t expected her to look like that!
He bent over to pick his poor bicycle up-one handlebar was pulled back, and bent out of shape and the Tesco bag had wrapped itself around the saddle.
He got into an absolute fury trying to rip the bag from off the saddle – it had got completely wedged in to the suspension coils.
“Fuck-double fuck” he shouted.
He flung the bicycle into the bushes starting to feel incredibly embarrassed and silly again as he knew she would probably be watching him from a window. He wanted to look cool, not an idiot! He was nearly 18 and his behaviour so far was that of a 4year old.
Perhaps he could redeem himself he thought as he brushed his jeans down and tried to swagger in a man like fashion towards the house….pushing his shoulders back and pulling his arms out to the side a bit he went to the back door.
It was open-should he knock? Or, just enter?
He decided to just go in….a soft gentle smell filled his nose as he tentatively walked through the kitchen and towards a door that led into another room.
Where was she?
His heart was pounding….Shit where was she?
All of a sudden a voice beckoned to him from the door in front of him. Calling him to come inside.
He remembered what happened next as if it was yesterday.
Heart pounding he pushed the large oak door open-and there she was…sat on a large brown leather wing backed reading chair.
She looked like a queen.
She looked like perfection
She was perfection!
There was nothing else in the large sparse white room other than this female.
Her black pointy shinny shoes rested on white carpet enhancing their form and making the eye wander up those beautiful legs, beautiful legs that were wrapped in the finest most sheer of stocking, her legs were slightly apart as she sat on the grand leather chair that encased her slender form.
He blushed and felt his cock swell again inside his jeans as he caught a glimpse of the top of her stockings as her skirt was pulled up and taught as she sat.
As if she knew what he was thinking she opened her legs a fraction more exposing the smallest triangle of panty and making a delicious sliding noise as her skirt slid on the leather cushion.
“You” she said in a purring cat like manner and pointing a finger directly at him.
“Are a VERY naughty young man!” Her eyes were fixed on him as she spoke and she bent forward revealing a soft milky white cleavage bursting up and out from a cream silk shirt.
He was mesmerised. He was speechless. She was like no-one he had ever met or seen before! She was clearly older than him, and nothing like the giggly shy girls at college. She was beautiful, sexy, and powerful in control and……and so fucking HOT!
She continued speaking in her soft velvet cat like tone….he clung on to every precious word….
“Come over here young man, come sit on the floor next to me.” She pointed to the floor by her black pointy shoes.
Speechless he did as he was told. He would do absolutely ANYTHING just to be in the presence of this celestial creature. He knelt before her, breathing in her sent, feeling the warmth of her flesh in front of him. He could see the firmness of her nipples pushing through the soft silk blouse, the roundness of her breast-he so wanted to touch but knew he couldn’t. As he knelt in front of her he watched as she licked her lips with her tongue. He so wanted to taste her tongue, to push his own deep inside her-but all he could do was to look. His cock was bursting inside his jeans, almost to the point of wanting to come…she was so fucking close yet so far away.
She leant forward gazing into his eyes then put her hand on his chest and spoke….
“Now, you are going to have to do everything I say if you are to work for me, my husband is overseas working and I have to deal with the sale of this property. There are various tasks inside and in the garden that have to be done. I need to trust you and I need you to work hard. Do you understand?”
What could he say? Other than a stuttered yyyyyes!
She slid her hand down his chest and to the top of his jeans, running her finger in the gap and toying with the button. He thought he was going to shoot inside his pants right then and there until that cat like purr trickled from her mouth.
“Now clearly you seem to be aroused…” As she spoke he felt his jean button undo…and her cool fingers slide against his flesh then tug at the zip.
“In order for you to focus on the work you have to do for me we need to get this little matter (her hand now grasped his huge hard swollen cock ) under control!”
Before he almost came in her hand her voice turned from cat like purr to tiger like growl..
“Now up and strip boy….come on stand in front of me and strip! You are in my house-my rules!” She had released his cock, launched herself to an upright position and now towered over him as he knelt in front of her with his cock exposed and jeans undone.
Fumbling he fell over in front of her desperately trying to get his jeans off…they catapulted off leaving him lying on his back below her.
“Come on young man…have you never been taken control of before?” She peered down at him.
He could see straight up her skirt ,her milky white thighs at the top of the stockings and silky panties covering everything he wanted to see…
He just couldn’t speak. He was over loaded with sensations and before he could say anything she had lowered herself over him resting her panties on his nose.
“Kiss them, kiss them now! “Her voice was soft yet firm, commanding yet sensual.
As he buried his lips into the soft silk of her panties he could feel her warmth and scent wrap around his face and encase him, swallow him up. The material offered little protection to disguise what was between it and his mouth. He could feel her lips and the moisture radiate through the satin as she slowly pushed back and forth against his face using it for her pleasure.
As she sat on his face she pinned his hands to the side of him and lent forward blowing warm air from those ruby painted lips over the tip of his swollen engorged cock. The sensation tickled like a tongue darting on the glans making it almost shoot. She was in complete control of his body and orgasm.
He was pinned down by this woman as she used his face and slowly ground into him,taking pleasure from every thrust and push.
His helpless and exposed cock was throbbing with every breath she breathed over it. Her stocking tops rubbed against his ear,that was a sound he will never forget and a sensation he would always seek to repeat.
“I will use you whenever I want, however I want…..” Her words drifted inand out of his orgasmic world. He just wanted to please this beautiful goddess that had taken sexual control of him.
She pulled herself up and off his body and stood above him, looking down at his aroused naked flesh.
“Come kneel in front of me again little toy….” Her voice was almost a whisper but still so controlling and demanding.She was clearly aroused which turned him on even more begging the question would she use him? He pushed that thought out of his mind…..
He obediently knelt in front of her looking up into her beauty.
“Slide your hands up inside my skirt and pull my panties down…..now!” Her instruction although softly delivered was not to be ignored…
“He slide his hands up her firm slim legs, over the top of the stockings and engaging with her bare flesh before finding the silk panties.
He teased his hands inside them just enough to get a grip and pull them down, They made a delicious sound as the traveled over her flesh and stockings ,then eventually to the black shinny pointy shoes. She elegantly stepped out of the damp worn undergarment .
“Now…kiss inside those panties. Breath them in…Because that is the scent of your owner!”
As she instructed him so do so she raised her skirt up to expose her neatly shaven pussy. It was like looking up at heaven…so far away yet so very close.
He knelt before her, nose buried inside the wet panties she had been wearing as she used his face to come on. Thats all he could have..just the scent of what was above-a terrible tease yet SO controlling.
“Lick then clean-come on…you are my pet toy and you will do everything I say….now lick them clean!” She spread her legs and slid her index finger in between her pussy lips as she spoke. Moaning and groaning with pleasure…he could hear the sound of her getting wet and he just so desperately wanted to slip his throbbing cock into her warm wet flesh. The thought was driving him insane…he needed to fuck her…make love to her…be used by her…just feel her flesh next to him.! To feel that wet pussy envelope him and swallow him up.
He dutifully licked the wet juices from inside her panties. Pushing his desires to the back of his mind.They were soaking wet with her…he could not get enough…he licked and licked, breathing it in as he did so.
She reached down grabbing his thick black hair with one hand and pulling his head back sharply. She was strong.Her strength excited him more and made him submit.
“Open your mouth!” She drew her other hand from in-between her pussy lips.
“Lick them clean …every last drop..” She pushed her finger in and out of his mouth, like a cock furiously fucking and about to come.
He wrapped his lips around her finger, engulfing every drop of her wetness. He felt like an animal being fed by its owner.
“ Enough…” she said spinning around and pulling her skirt down and adjusting herself before sitting back on the big brown leather wing back chair.
Her legs were now wide apart exposing everything….that delicious wet pussy at the top of long stockinged legs.
He put his hand over his cock as if to hide it from her view.
“Play with it…go on…play with it! Did you think I was going to fuck you? “She threw her head back and started to laugh….
“Did you really think I would fuck you little toy….she lent forward again peering straight into his face, her breasts almost falling out from the surrounding silk blouse.
He shook his head and blushed.
“I would like to have you tied up and watch YOU being fucked!” she purred, then laughed out loud again…
“You will never ever have sex with me.” She opened her legs even wider and started to play with herself
“You my dear boy are going to be my pleasure toy…and do everything I request. Now…play with yourself…go on play with yourself. I give you permission to come in those used panties you have had to lick clean.” She pushed her face forwards to his ,planting a soft, gentle kiss on his lips so he could taste her red lipstick . He licked it up like a hungry animal…
He had never ever masturbated in front of anyone before, but did as he was told. Grasping his huge big cock, he rubbed his hand slowly down the shaft as he watched her push her fingers deep inside herself.
She held his gaze staring deep into his eyes as his cock grew harder and harder. He so wanted to fuck her but he could not He so wanted to lick her but he couldn’t. He so wanted any of her …but would have to wait for instructions. He was her pet, her toy. He would do ANYTHING she asked of him.
OH my God his cock was about to explode.
Just before he was about to come, she pulled herself up from the chair and towered above him grabbing his hair again and pulling his head to her pussy.
“Now breathe that in…” she grabbed his hair even tighter, controlling every movement.
Her wet lips pushed against his face as he held his cock in his hands. As he breathed in her scent he felt his cock shooting into her silky worn panties. Again, and again, and again. He had never orgasmed like that ever before. And still it just kept coming….His whole body juddered as he knelt before her his head buried against the tops of her thighs and pussy.
As the last drop of come shot from his cock she forced pulled his head back staring into his face.
She pushed her fingers back into his mouth and he could smell where they had been inside her.
“Clean them little toy….clean them.” Her voice was calm, her taste divine.She drew close to his face again….
“This is the way it will be every Saturday. Do you understand?
“I understand…oh yes…I understand!” He gazed up at this beautiful dominant female……
An alarm bell cut the through the room that they were in. Loud, invasive, breaking the spell that had been cast over them. It got louder and louder….louder….
The man opened his eyes…where was he …Jesus and what is that sound.
The alarm clock on the side of the bed annoyingly screamed out…it was NOT going to stop until he found the button on the top.
He grabbed the clock pulling it into the bed….fumbling for the button he stopped the noise that had broken him from his dream.
Daylight reminded him of where he was…his old bedroom, and it was Christmas Day.
Something else reminded him of what he had dreamt of as well….wet sticky boxers.
Oh My God he had come in his pants….he hadn’t done that since…since a boy!!!
He rolled over reflecting on his dream, and what had triggered it. Memories of a summer when he met Maggie .A dominant woman that used him for her pleasure.
He had a big smile on his face remembering all those experiences that so many others could only dare to dream about!
That memory was the best Christmas present EVER.
HAPPY HAPPY CHRISTMAS ALL YOU NAUGHTY WONDERFUL PEOPLE! Carry on Kinky over Christmas.
Love Madame C