[User]
Xander sat fiddling with his fingers in the cold waiting room. He wasn't quite sure what to expect as this was his first time talking to someone about his issues. He was young and not unattractive with soft hazel eyes, buzzed brown hair, an athletic build at 5 feet 9 and only weighing about 160 pounds. He might not have been the biggest man, but he was active and in good health. He couldn't figure out why he was having these troubles. A short woman opened the door to the back offices and waved him back. He stood and followed her through the hall until she opened the door to a large office. The office was elegantly decorated and had a large leather couch in the middle on the floor, across from a tall backed leather chair. So this what it, therapy. He heard the soft click of the door closing, and turned to see that the woman who brought him here had left.

"I guess that's not the doctor..." He muttered to himself and walked over to the couch. He laid down with his head on the only pillow on it, making him face away from the door. He felt his nerves begin to work on his already worried mind. He began moving restlessly and waited for the doctor.

[Assistant]
Opening the door, Rachael Forray confidently entered the room. Her dark green eyes spotted her newest patient and she narrowed her eyes, looking at him for a moment before she politely cleared her throat to catch his attention. She was a fair height, 5'8. Her body showed off just how often she visited the gym and it also bolstered a very healthy diet. At 130 pounds, Rachael looked amazing. On this day, she wore a favorite purple fitted blouse, along with a dark gray skirt that ended just a few inches above her knee. Her light brow hair was accented with blonde high lights. All in all, she looked fantastic. Her supple curves were shown off in a professional way, with just a tinge of seduction.

"Good afternoon mister..." She looked over his file, or what they had so far. Today was the day to assess his problem. "I'm sorry, your file seems to be missing your name. I am Rachael Forray. I hope we can use today to become more familiar with each other. Why don't you tell me what's been bothering you?"

[User]
Xander sat up and turned to face the door as he heard her clear her throat. The doctor certainly was striking, and he couldn't help but look. He quickly stood and offered his hand to her, noticing he was about an inch taller than her.

"...Xander Johnson, ma'am." He said and smiled nervously. "I thought they would have put it in from the insurance form. Ah, well, I seem to be a little distracted... in the bedroom..." His face flushed bright red and he looked away.

[Assistant]
"Well Mr. Johnson, I am glad you've come to visit me today. I sure hope that we can narrow down this problem you are having. Why don't you have a seat now and we can get started." Rachael sat down slowly on her big comfortable chair. Making sure to fix the ruffles in her skirt, she cleared her throat again and picked up her pen to begin writing. The first thing she wrote was not about what he said, but the simple fact that he seemed quite nervous.

"Distracted?" Therapy was all about using the words that the patient used themselves, to make them reflect on their own thoughts. In fact, most patients made their own breakthroughs and it made her job a lot easier. "Now can you explain that further? I assume it is women you go after, right?"

[User]
Xander stood there for a second before lowering his hand and sitting on the couch across from her. He shifted uneasily a bit as he thought how to word his response. Hearing her question his sexually caused his face to flush with embarrassment and a little resentment.

"O-of course women. I'm not gay." He said a little too emotionally. He took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, after my ex... it seems like most of the women I meet... um, expect me to do everything. It was the same with my ex, but it seems different now..." He wondered how much to tell her. "It's just not as... satisfying..." He looked around at the walls, never looking at her.

[Assistant]
"The women you are with expect you to pleasure them?" Rachael questioned only what he'd basically said. She wanted him to speak about what he had problems with. If he would admit it, she could help him. She just needed him to say the right things. But, she was eager, and that lead to her own questions that was a bit out of the way that she would normally do things. "It seems different how?" Still, she replied to his comments with the questions.

"Does it not satisfy you when you satisfy a woman?" The question was an intrusion, although she knew that it might not be the best way to go about things professionally, most never knew what they were getting into while they attended therapy. So she hoped he would open up a bit.

"It should", she spoke quickly, wanting him to know the importance. "A woman's satisfaction can ensure a great love making session. Now, I assume you.. are going down on your women, yes? You lick their pussies, before you try and force your member inside, right?"

[User]
"Well... we used to play games. Like... control games, but they don't seem to um... work out well... with anyone else." Xander was shifting in his seat and loosing the battle and will to hide it. His mind raced back to his ex and then through everything since she left. Her bluntness shocked him a good bit and made him uncomfortable. He thought about asking for a male doctor, but it was just her here and this was where his insurance made him go.

"I um... you know... massage them and yes I... warm them up." He said quietly. "T-that's not the problem..." He thought for a second about going on, but decided to leave it at that for now.

[Assistant]
Games? When she mentioned control games, Rachael could not hold back a wicked grin. Immediately she knew the issue. He needed to be controlled. It was clear to her, especially since she enjoyed taking control over men. Oh, and she hadn't done it in so long it seemed. Suddenly she was hungry to have his servitude. She crossed her legs to try and squeeze her thighs together, enjoying the tingling feeling inside her wet pussy.

"The problem is you need to be controlled by a woman, am I right?" Her eyes stared directly into his. She knew right then that he was a feeble, sad excuse for a man. But that was okay, she was used to taking advantage of men like her. She was going to control him alright. She wanted to turn him into a crossdressing sissy slave for her amusement. In time, he would service her and do anything she wanted. "Tell me more. And do not be nervous. You are safe here." Again she grinned wickedly, knowing that soon he might not feel so safe.

[User]
"W-what? No no no..." Xander laughed her comment off, not realizing how nervous he sounded. "When I do stuff like that... I'm in control." Her bluntness kept catching him off guard. She was different than anyone he had ever met before. He had never thought of submitting to anyone in his life. The idea was crazy. He had never been very into the games, but he enjoyed them most of the time. It was always little things, never anything too extreme.

"What more do y-you want to know?" He tried to think of anything else that could be of use. He couldn't think of anything.

[Assistant]
His reaction caught Rachael off guard just slightly. So was he lying? Or did some woman out there actually let this weak looking man to dominate them? It seemed very unlikely and at first she assumed he was lying. But maybe he wasn't. Maybe he did serve the role as dom over someone. That didn't mean that he could not submit. And she knew just by meeting him, he would fit better into that role. He seemed way too nervous to be a dominate man. He looked more like a bitch.

"Is that right?" Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head just slightly. Ignoring his question, for a moment she just gave him a look as if to ask, really? "I think you are lying to me Xander. I do not appreciate being lied to. Now, I can go along with what you are saying. You enjoy controlling women. But what happens when someone you control lies? They get punished, correct?"

[User]
Xander was confused. He never really did long term games, and that's all they were to him. He knew some people took them seriously, but he had only heard stories from friends of people they knew. He logic did make sense.

"Well, yes, that would make sense. I-I'm not lying though... what would I gain from it?" He said. She seemed almost angry at him and he didn't know why. In fact she had been giving him some weird looks. Maybe she thought he was weird for playing those games.

[Assistant]
"Some submissive men are ashamed of their desires. Men who enjoy dressing in women's clothing, and are subservient to women are often humiliated by their own sexual needs. I suspect you are one of those types of men. I will be honest, Mr. Johnson. I have been participating in these games you speak of for many, many years. But they are not simple little games to me. I assume you have managed to dominate over a young, naive female. You could never control a real woman." Rachael eyed Xander, hungrily. Slowly her dark green eyes looked him up and down to assess how attractive he might look without any clothes, with nothing but a frilly pair of panties. A little smile crept over her lips as she thought about him being humiliated, bent over and taking a viscous paddling.

"I'll tell you what... I would like to try and play a little game with you. We can see how you handle it, and then assess your situation from there. I want to control you, Xander. I want you to feel what it is like to be dominated. Therefore you can see how it is. If you don't absolutely love it, then you will learn what to do when you manage to get a girl to dominate."

[User]
Xander was shocked to hear her admission, almost as much as her telling him what she thought about him. He had never thought of trying that and wasn't sure about. She was very attractive, and there was something very alluring about her. This was a doctor though. It was completely unprofessional. This was out of line. He came to her for help and he was just being mocked.

"I-I don't think this is a good idea... I don't see... what this has to do with my treatment. T-this isn't right..." He said as he slowly rose to his feet. He bit his lip and turned toward the door.

[Assistant]
It was clear from the beginning that they were in for a touchy subject. Truthfully, Rachael should not have introduced him to a part of herself on the first meeting. No doubt it was unwise to tell him that she was heavily involved s and m. But, it was out there now. No doubt he was susceptible. Xander reminded him of a submissive young man she met and played with for a while. Rachael could not help but find it funny he called it games. She enjoyed referring to using her submissive men as toys, thus she played with them.

She was silent and she just looked at him as he stood up. He even turned to the door to leave. "Are you not man enough", her question came suddenly. "Maybe you are scared. That's okay. Your credit card will not be charged for this session and you can continue on with searching for treatment. I am simply offering this option. In fact, I am upset that you disrespect my intelligence."

[User] Xander reached the door before she said anything. His hand paused at her words as he reached for the handle. He didn't see how that could help. It was certainly not what he expected. He slowly pulled his hand back from the door. "H-how would that... help me?" He asked, keeping his eyes low on the door.

[Assistant]
His eyes were still low. It never seemed like he ever looked her in the eyes. Rachael licked her lips slightly when he asked how it could help him. "Have you ever been dominated, Xander? You cannot truly enjoy the pleasure that a sub can give you, unless you have experienced it before. Now, I think your confidence is shot. That is my professional opinion. You do not seem under control of yourself. You are quite nervous."

She took this moment that he was not looking at her to pull her red panties down. Tucking them by her side in between the armrest, she even pulled up her skirt enough to expose her bare pussy. If he would return to where he was before, he would certainly see. "Why don't you come sit back down?"

[User]
Xander froze for a bit, thinking. What she said seemed to make sense. He did feel a little off lately, like he was just floating through life. He was nervous, but he thought that would be normal for someone's first time in therapy. He didn't know what to do. Part of him told him that this was wrong and he should leave, but he couldn't bring himself to actually reach for the door.

"N-no... I haven't been..." He admitted shyly, feeling like by admitting that, he was confirming everything she was saying. He thought about her invitation and without noticing, he began to walk back to the couch. His eyes never left the floor as he sat down, but something out of the corner of his eye looked a little different. He raised his head about and saw that she was exposing herself to him. His eyes opened wide in shock and he stammered. "W-what are y-you doing doctor?!"

[Assistant] Rachael was still shuddering. The feeble man could not even manage to gather his thoughts. So, there they were. Would he submit like she wanted? She knew he would. The poor man should have been submitting to beautiful women like him for ages. Now it seemed he wanted to act coy when he returned to his seat to see her pussy exposed to him. His question about what she was doing only caused her to lean back and scoot her ass closer to the edge of the seat. "I want to dominate you Xander. I want you to crawl on your hands and knees. Come over here and lick my pussy."

[User] Xander sat, staring at her pussy in complete disbelief. Was she serious? He saw her move forward and realized she had to mean it. He chewed his lip nervously in thought. He would never have a chance like this again and how bad could it be? Maybe they could talk a bit more first though. "R-right now? Aren't you... moving a little... fast?" He asked meekly. "Maybe we should... t-talk first..."

[Assistant]
"Aren't you moving a little slow? I said get down on your hands and knees. Now get over here and lick my pussy, Xander!" Her words had bite to it. Rachael was already getting frustrated. She wanted to punish him for his disobedience. But she knew she had to start slow, otherwise she might scare this poor excuse for a man. Without a doubt she knew he would bolt if things got too heavy. Or, they could go slowly and she could progress through the motions, eventually tying him up so that he could not escape.

Using her slender fingers to touch herself, Rachael watched the man, knowing that soon he would be worshiping her. She spread her lips slightly, hoping to invite him more. She knew his mouth was watering at the mere prospect of touching her beautiful flower. Now he'd better hurry up before she became more frustrated.

[User]
Xander recoiled at her harsh tone, seeing the anger growing in her. His mind was racing. He couldn't figure out why this was happening. He glanced at the door again, thinking about running. As he watched her touch herself, he became almost hypnotized by her smooth fluid motions. He slowly slid to the edge of the couch, taking another glance at the door. Would doing these things really help? He tried to think, not realizing just how slow he really was moving. He decided to go for it. He slowly stood and walked across the rug to stand in front of her chair.

"Y-yes... doctor..." He said so softly it was almost a whisper. Even standing there, he wasn't sure he could go through with this. He looked at her, then slowly sat on the floor, looking up at her nervously.

[Assistant]
It was nice to see how shyly he acted to her angered tone. He did not know how Rachael dealt with submissives who did not do as they were told. For the time, she was giving him a break. It was so cute to see how bashful he was. If she treated him like her others, he would be a bawling mess in minutes. Now, she looked up a smug grin crept up upon her lips. He did not crawl like she asked, nor did he get down on his hands and knees. Instead he sat.

Frustrated still, Rachael took her hand away and spread her legs further. She sighed heavily and then spoke, "I said get down on your hands and knees. You have a very cute butt, Xander. I'd like for you to stick that up while you're down on your hands and knees. I'd like to see it." She giggled and then bit her lip. "Get excited, this'll be fun. Now come on. Just reach out with your tongue and get a taste."

[User] Xander looked up at her with wide eyes listening to her speak. He knew she was angry, but she was still holding back. He could sense that she had done this before and had some ideas about how to get her way. Without saying a word he slowly climbed on to his hands and knees. Looking up her glistening pussy was all he could see. As he slowly leaned in, her scent filled his nose. It was strong, not bad but strong. He could tell she was very into this. His tongue shyly slid out from his mouth and touched her wetness. There was no going back now.

[Assistant] "MMmmm." Rachael moaned. The warm tingle from within her told her just how aroused she was. Her nipples were sticking out, yet her bra still concealed that. She wanted to be naked, to let her hands roam her body and tease her. Of course, she could make him do that. But, she feared he would just fumble around. His shy tongue touched her, and it only brought a pleasant warm feeling. "Don't be so shy, Xander. Lick my pussy!"

[User] Xander looked up at her as he licked her fully, getting his first real taste of her. He began to lick her wet slit up and down slowly. He watched her reactions shyly, trying to gauge how he was doing. He continued to lick her lips, not pushing too deeply. Few of the woman he was with asked him to do this and he had only done it a couple times. He had gotten mixed results, but he knew she was different. She knew what she wanted, and she had done this a lot.

[Assistant]
"Oh, now you're getting it." Rachael moaned again, grinding her pussy closer to his lips. She wanted to sit on his face and smother him until she got what she wanted, that blissful orgasm. After a moment she stopped him, moving away. "I don't know..." Suddenly she wanted to seem as if something was wrong. She sighed, looking down at him as he obediently lapped her sex.

"Your tongue feels good, but you don't look like a sub at all. How can you find the pleasures of being a sub without looking the part? You will have to strip yourself of all of your clothes."

[User]
Xander opened his mouth to question her, but thought better of it. He nodded slowly and stood. "Y-yes doctor..." He began slowly stripping off his shirt. He pulled it over his head, revealing a pale, mostly fit midsection and tossed it to the side. He reached down and slid off his socks and shoes, adding them to the shirt. He took a hold of his belt and paused for an instant before pulling them down his legs as his face flushed bright red. He tugged them off his ankles and tossed them into the pile.

He stood there in just his boxers, blushing deeply. He covered his crotch with his hands nervously, chewing his lip.

[Assistant]
It was so pleasing for him to lap at her sensitive lips. But, Rachael really wanted to dominate this man. Now, to do that she needed to slowly make him look like a bitch. The first thing she wanted was for him to be naked in front of her. Then, she would make him wear her panties. Sure, they might be a tight fit but she was willing to let him have her panties so he could remember how much of a bitch he was. Next, she would make him do many things.

"Uh.. Your underwear too, Xander. There's no point in hiding. And, well I do wonder why you hide from me like this. Now I said all of your clothes. Submissives should not disobey, right?"

[User]
"B..." Xander started before thinking better of it. "Right doctor..." He said shyly. He slowly bend down at the waist and slid his underwear off. His hard cock bounced out as it was released from the waistband. He was average size, not too small, but not the biggest either. He stepped out of his boxers and tossed them aside. As he stood again, his hands naturally went to cover himself. His hands could not fully hide his, natural, thick bush though. He couldn't believe what was going on. Why did he let her do this to him?

"N-now... what?" He asked as he shifted uncomfortably. A shiver swept through his body as the room now felt ten degrees colder to him.

[Assistant]
"Xander, I am still your doctor, but I want you to refer to me as Mistress from now on." She grinned, moving her hand down to her sex. Slowly she teased herself, wondering what they could do next. For the time, her dark green eyes just inspected his body. She licked her lips when she saw his dick, but she giggled when she saw the big natural bush of hair just above his member. "You don't shave?" She seemed disappointed about that.

"There are some things that I want you to do at home before your next appointment. The most important, I want you to shave everything except for the top of your head... yes, shave your legs. Shave your balls, your.. bush." She giggled again. "But now for, get back down on your hands and knees and service me, slave."

[User]
"N-no I don't d... m-mistress..." Xander didn't know why he was going along with this. It was crazy. He was surprised when she began to play with herself. She must be enjoying this. He nodded slowly, blushing deeply and stepped forward, then slowly dropped to his knees. He still covered himself with one hand and he leaned forward. He was beginning to see that it would just be easier to go along with her wishes. He began to wonder if she made all her patients do these things.

He slowly slid his tongue out and resumed licking her soft folds. He continued to lick gently as his tongue brushed over her clit.

[Assistant]
"MMmm. That's it slave. Pleasure your Mistress." Rachael moaned softly. Her hands moved up her blouse and she massaged her breasts. This seemed to go on for a while. This cute man was on his hands and knees, servicing her just like she wanted. Now, as time went on, she grew more and more aroused. Something was wrong with this scenario. He just did not really fit the description of a bitch. Not yet at least. He needed more to really distinguish himself as a submissive man-slut.

"Hold on Xander.. You're going a great job. But I think you need to put these on, to make you fit the description of a real submissive." She held up her own panties, the lacy red panties would fit snugly, but she sure that they would fit. He was so slender, so feminine.

[User]
As he continued to lick, Xander grew more and more used to it. He began to relax a bit He still wasn't sure about the whole shaving thing. That seemed odd to him. He drifted off into thought as he pleasured her. When she she spoke, he snapped back to reality. She was enjoying it and for some reason he felt very proud of himself at that moment. When she brought out her panties and told him to put them on, he panicked.

"W-what?! Whoa!" He stood and backed up. "I-I'm not gay! I told you that..." He shifted nervously and covered himself as best he could. "L-look, pleasing a woman is one thing O-OK... b-but that's just gay!" He said, trying to hide the panic in his voice. He looked around the room, not sure what he was looking for.

[Assistant]
His reaction was expected. Honestly, what straight man would be thrilled to dress in a woman's pair of panties? Surely, he would never do it, unless Rachael made him. But, she was the Mistress. She was going to make him do it, regardless of how she felt about it.

"What gay man would lick a woman's pussy? Now stop it", she scolded. It was hard enough to find a man like him, truly submissive, so she was going to work carefully to make sure she did what she wanted without pushing him too far too fast. "You know, doctor-patient confidentiality is still in place. Nothing that happens here will ever be known about anyone. Now, I understand you're not gay. I'm not asking you to do anything gay. I just want you to put these on. It'll feel nice on that hard on you have." She grinned, holding the panties closer to him. "It'll feel nice", she reassured.


[User]
Ben watched from across the bar. He didn't even know her name, but he knew everything else about her. He'd been following her around for weeks; from classes to work, then back to the dorm. She liked to go to the local college bar on Friday and Saturday nights when she didn't have classes the next day. Friday night was the best time to strike as none of her friends would see her again until Monday morning and by then they'd be far away where no one would find them.

Ben was a handsome man in his early twenties, smart, determined, cocky, manipulative. He could have anything he wanted if he put his mind to it, but he was too egocentric to for the women he had tried dating and they were always turned off by his total commitment to himself over them. That is when he decided to just find the woman he wanted and take her; to train her to satisfy his ever need, to be his pet. She had been the one he had chosen. Everything was set. He knew her path back to the dorm, which alleys would be empty, when she would leave. He had parked the car in the perfect place where no one would see him drive off with her. He even had the entire route planned out, each and every stop on the way to the abandoned farm he now owned in the middle of nowhere where he had set up her prison and training ground. Everything was set, all he had to do was sit and wait.

[Assistant]
Melissa was laughing loudly in the bar like she always did when she had too much to drink. Melissa was a gorgeous girl and was the life of the bar since all the college guys were trying to get with her. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't and tonight was one of the nights were no one seemed really interesting to her. She did however, take all the drinks the offered her. The guys were disappointed when she turned down their offers to head to their place.

Deep down, she enjoyed having this control over them. The beautiful girl's long black hair made her stand out, and if that wasn't enough she was wearing a tight short black dress and heels with her clutch. She didn't have the most shapely body, but she was plump enough at a C bust and a petite, but plump butt. Eventually, Melissa had her fun toying with the men and decided to walk home. Usually she took a cab home to the dorms, but she spent all her money on drinks. The drunken girl decided to just walk her way back to her dorm through the empty town streets.

[User]
Ben noticed that his victim was getting ready to go. He quickly left money to pay for his tab and slipped out before her. He hid in the alley behind the bar figuring that he'd get her as she was hailing a cab. Imagine his surprise when she decided to walk.

He had already gotten the chloroformed rag ready when she came out and as she walked by, he slipped behind her and covered her mouth and nose. He gripped her as she struggled for a few seconds and then pulled her back into the alley quietly making sure no one saw. He dragged her back to his car which was parked at the back of the alley. Pulling out the rope and ball gag, he tied her hands behind her back then her feet together then tied her feet to her wrists. He slipped the ball gag in her mouth and tightened it before throwing her into the back seat of his car. Now was not the time to playing so he was just making sure she couldn't get away once she woke up or call for help. There would be plenty of time to have fun. By the time she woke up, they would be on their way out of state in the middle of the night where no one could see her in the back of the car.

[Assistant]
The beautiful girl staggered her way back to the street, not noticing the fact that someone was behind her and covered her mouth. Melissa began to scream, but the rag blocked her yells though suddenly, everything started to go black... very black and she was out. The next thing she knew when she came to was movement in a car. Her drunken haze wasn't helping, but she definitely knew someone had kidnapped her. She began to scream which is when she realized a ballgag was in her mouth! Melissa rocked back and forth, now realizing she was hog tied.

The young girl panicked, rocking back and forth in the backseat as her face turned red from screaming and tears began to form in her eyes from the kidnapping.

[User]
When Ben noticed the movement in the back seat and the muffled screams, he took a quick look back to see exactly where she was. She couldn't really move, but he new she could roll of the seat into the floor board or slide to the other side of the seat. "So, you're awake." he said to her as he reached back, his eyes now watching the road again. His hand cupped her breast and started groping it firmly.

He then slipped his hand underneath her top and bra. Finding her nipple, he started twisting it so that it would get hard before moving over to the other breast and doing the same thing. "Don't worry." he said to her in a normal tone. "Just another 5 hours and we'll be at the farm. Then I can play with you all I want."

[Assistant]
Melissa saw the man turn around and saw him. She made eye contact and she couldn't figure out where she had seen him before. Trying to form coherent strings of thought while drunk was hard enough, but she realized that this guy was at the same bar as her! She panicked more when his hand reached over to her and he groped her supple breast in her bra. She screamed again, writing and flailing as much as she could while he molested her breast.

It didn't end there though, his masculine hand slipped beneath her dress and bra and found her nipple. He twisted it rather harshly which caused her to whimper and scream again, but he hardened it if that's what he wanted. He did the same to her other nipple and she began to whimper even more, having an idea of what was coming in five hours.

[User]
The five hours must have been a long time for her being tied in one position and gagged. Ben had had a lot of practice with the silk bondage ropes and knew just how to make sure it was tight enough to keep her from getting loose with minimal chaffing. He also kept switching from one breast to the other to in between her legs rubbing her panties across her slit. He wanted to make sure she was getting wet and staying wet the whole five hours. His hand occasionally going to her mouth to coat it with her spit and then coat her breasts and thighs so he could continue to tease her without her getting too sore.

He finally pulled into the garage of the farm now and parked the car. Opening the back car door, he pulled her out and threw her over the shoulder. He was strong enough to hold her with one arm despite her constant struggling until he got the door open and both of them inside. He locked the dead bolt that obviously needed a key on both sides. Dropping her down on the couch, he undid the gag and let it fall on the floor. "Go ahead and scream all you want now. Nobody for miles to hear you." he said before going into the kitchen leaving her tied up.

[Assistant]
The five hours of the drive might as well have lasted three days because even in her drunken state, the trip felt like an eternity. Especially with his hands molesting her all along the way. Melissa screamed and writhed every time Ben roughly twisted her nipples and rubbed her sex through her panties. It was terrible because after the conscious molesting, her body betrayed her mind and she started getting wet. It was terrible for her, but it finally ended when they got there.

He easily threw her over her shoulder and she struggled, squirming and whimpering all the way until he threw her on the couch. Finally, the gag came off and so did some drool and immediately started the desperate screams for help. Echoing in what seemed to be some barn or something. She screamed and screamed as tears flowed down her cheeks, ruining her make up. She continued to struggle, but all she was doing was hurting herself, failing to escape.

[User]
Ben just let her scream. Melissa would either finally give up or her voice would give out. He didn't really care. He had expected this for at least the first few days. As soon as she realized that there was no escape and no one was coming to save her, she'd finally give up and then he could start training her. Until then he'd let her do everything in her power to get out of her situation. Punishing would only give her the false sense that there was an escape and just give her the courage to keep trying. While that was appealing to him, he wanted a pet; not a prisoner. Maybe the next one he'd keep stringing along once this girl was trained.

He made them both a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. No sense in her going hungry, which he knew she was because she had spent the last 5 hours in a drunken stupor and hadn't had a bite to eat or drink. He took them into the living room with a sports bottle full of water and sat down next to her on the couch. "Hungry?" he asked her still ignoring her screaming and crying as he offered her a bite of the sandwich or a squirt of the water in her mouth. "So what's your name?" he asked. "I'm Ben."

[Assistant] The young girl continued to twist and turn in her restraints, screaming and sobbing until finally her voice couldn't take it anymore and she quietly sobbed. She ignored him trying to feed her and refused to take his water. "Fuck! you!" She yelled at him until her hoarse voice gave out. "You kidnapped me and you don't even know my name!? I'm Melissa you asshole!" She said weakly before just breathing heavily into the couch.

[User] Ben didn't seem worried that he didn't know her name before he kidnapped her. Honestly, it wasn't in his criteria in choosing her. "Well Melissa," he said as he put the sandwich down since she didn't want any. He did take a bite out of his though. "You've been given the privilege of becoming my sex slave. Since you're obviously not hungry, we'll go ahead and start right now." He then pulled out a drawer on the end table and pulled out a pair of scissors. He then started cutting her clothes off, all except her panties which he still wanted to get a little wetter before he cut that off.

[Assistant] "Sex slave!?" Her eyes widened as she was in shock of what he had just told her. She fought in her restraints again, that is, until he brought the cold steel of the scissors to her flesh. She dared not move against the steel as he cut her dress off. "No! Stop it! Let me go!" she said as he revealed her soft pale flesh slowly. By the time he finished, most of her was exposed. Her medium bust was out in the open and the only thing she had on was her heels and her panties. "Please... don't do this..." She begged him as he had her in the most exposed position she had ever been in her life.

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"Well, you'll eventually become my pet, but until then I'll have to train you. Get that stupid idea out of your head that you have any control. I now have completely control of you; and I intend to prove it to you." He pulled out a leather tanned collar from the nightstand and fit it around her neck, using a small luggage padlock to secure it in place though it was a nice, expensive and strong padlock that she wouldn't be able to break bare handed.

He then took out more of the rope and started wrapping her breasts one after another until the ropes squeezed her breasts to keep them pushed out away from her chest. He then slapped each breast to give her a little sting and to keep her nipples hard. "So first I'm going to show you that it don't matter what position I put you in, I will always have absolute access to any part of you I want. Eventually you'll give me this access with just a command once you realize I'm going to just take it anyway and it won't be near as... uncomfortable... for you as if I have to force it on you." Something in his tone said that uncomfortable wasn't the original word he was going to use.

And to show her that he was not lying, he turned her over on her side and untied her feet from her hands. Her hands were still tied behind her back and her ankles were still tied together. He then turned her on her back and used his strength to overpower her while he pushed her legs up to where her knees almost touched her breasts. Holding her that way with his body weight, he tied the rope he had used to keep her hogtied to her new collar so that she wouldn't be able to get out of that crouching position. He then slapped her ass showing her that he now had full access to her ass and pussy before he started rubbing her slit through the cloth of her panties all the way back to between her slit where he ran his fingers over her asshole. He then moved back to her pussy and began playing in her slit and hole through her panties trying to get them as wet as they could get.

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Melissa tried to fight him by moving her head as he placed the collar around her neck. The leather wasn't too comfortable and the padlock on it didn't help. She whimpered at it, but knew that fighting it was pointless. As soon as he pulled out more rope, her heart skipped a beat. "Please... no!" She begged him as he wrapped it around her breasts. It hurt so much,especially when he began to slap them, leaving them stinging and red. His words carried such a dark and heavy tone to them that it scared her. She didn't know what to do as he moved her into whatever position he wanted..

Before she knew it, he had driven her knees almost to her breasts and tied her there in the most painful position she had ever been in. "It hurts! This is so uncomfortable. Please, let me go!" She said before screaming when he slapped her petite, but plump ass leaving a red mark on it. More tears fell from her face as he rubbed her pussy and asshole through her panties. "Please..." She begged him one last time. Eventually, her pussy again betrayed her and got even more wet.

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"You will learn that I'm going to do whatever I want to you whether you fight me or not, no matter how much you beg and plead." Ben said as he continued to molest Melissa in that uncomfortable position. Once he was happy with how wet her panties were, he cut them off her exposing her completely to him. He took her panties and wrapped the outside of the crotch around the gag he had dropped in the floor. He then held her nose until she opened her mouth in order to breath and stuffed the crotch of her panties into her mouth securing it there with the gag. He then draped the ass of her panties over her nose knowing that would be wet as well so that she could smell herself as he breathed since the gag would keep her from breathing through her mouth. "See, you can't even control your body. I can make your body betray you all I want. All I need now is your mind."

He started running his fingers through her newly bare pussy, parting her lips and wetting his fingers. He slipped his fingers all the way up and down coating her lips and clit with the wetness that acted like a natural lubricant. He then slipped his fingers over her asshole, slicking her rim with the same juice she tasted in her mouth. "And you'll get used to the taste and smell of yourself... and my taste and smell of course." He then moved behind her and dropped his mouth down over her pussy. First he inhaled her scent and then he started to lick the outside and then inside her lips. He licked all the way up her slit and then down cleaning the juice he had just coated on her pussy with his tongue and then thrust his tongue into her hole and started lapping up the juice in there. Finally he moved down to her ass and started licking her asshole, cleaning it before thrusting his tongue up inside as far as he could, in and out several times.

"See?" he said as he pulled away. "Unrestricted access to your whole body. And now to show you that I can make your body deny your will completely. I can make you cum at will, or just keep you on the edge where you can't get yourself over your edge at all until you are begging me to bring you." He reached behind her head and unfastened the gag, dropping it on the floor with her panties again. They had served their purpose. She'd never need them again. He then slipped his finger into her pussy until her reaction told him he had his her g-spot. He then started tonguing and sucking her clit as he fingered her, soon adding a second finger until he was fucking her with both fingers. Every time he thought she was about to cum, he'd back off and slow down and let her calm down before working her up again. He did that as long as he needed to until she was begging him to let her cum before he finally pushed her to as intense an orgasm as he could.

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"Oh God..." She whined out as she felt her panties be cut off of her body. The stale air in the room brushed against her and she began to tremble from the fear of what he was going to do to her. She saw him wrap her panties around the ball gag and she closed her mouth, trying to fight him knowing what was coming. Her kidnapper held her nose until she had no choice but to open her mouth and have it stuffed into her mouth. Melissa had no choice, but to smell herself as his hands returned to molest her.

Melissa's body rocked when he slipped his fingers by her tight lips and around her asshole. Her fingers and toes curled while she whimpered vigorously from his licking of her wet folds. Melissa groaned and continued to sob while his hot tongue invaded her. Against her mind's will she groaned and moaned slightly and did so again when he licked her asshole which she kept so private to herself and now he was violating that.

Melissa took a deep breath when the gag came off and she immediately started to freak. "Stop! Stop! Please, stop this! This is cruel!" She panicked and then moaned out when his finger slipped into her wet, tight folds. A sharp half moan-cry escaped her when he found her spot, making her knees buck in their restraints. She couldn't help it and moaned out as he finger fucked her spot. Driving her body insane with pleasure while he fucked her to the brink of orgasm. He stopped and cut her off, her body betraying her and begging her for the finish. Her face burned red from the sexual pleasure that was being denied from her. "Ahh! Please...!" She begged as he kept bringing her up and down until he finally let her cum. Her body flooded her with an abused pleasure that her body shaken and in fear of what he could do to her.

[User] Her begging was what he was waiting for and once she started begging him, he rewarded her with an orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of her and stuck his fingers into her mouth and told her to clean them off. He trusted that the pain of her current position coupled with the threat of an unknown punishment would keep her from biting down on his fingers. "There are other sensual things you can experience." he said as he ran his free hand up her thigh to the back of the knee. He played with the back of her knee a little to show her that she couldn't even stop him from tickling her. He ran his fingers up her calf to her feet and started gently stroking her feet giving her a massage. "If you're a good girl, I'll reward you. Will you be a good girl?"

[Assistant] As the young girl panted violently in recovery, the man's fingers were forced into her mouth with a strict order to clean them. Melissa whimpered as she sucked his fingers clean, tasting her own sweet juices on them while she did so. The urge to bite down was intense, but she knew in this position he could easily kill her if he wanted to. Her leg twitched as he played with her knee and gave her his little monologue to her. A pathetic little groaning escaped as he massaged her feet. A reward? Does this mean he'll let her go? she could only imagine so she nodded. "I'll be a good girl..." She said with his fingers still stuck in her mouth so it made her sound even more like a pathetic fool.

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"Good." Ben said when she said she would be a good girl. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and then started to untie her feet from the collar, leaving the rope as a leash hanging from her collar into his hand. He then untied her feet altogether and pulled her up to sit on the couch beside him. He didn't untie her hands from behind her back though.

He then lifted his ass and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. He still had the leash so she couldn't run now that her legs were free. His cock was hard showing just how much he was enjoying this, dripping with precum as he anticipated what was coming next. "Then be a good girl and straddle me, milk me with your soaking pussy until I cum inside you. Or I can put you in a more uncomfortable position and fuck your pussy myself."

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Melissa let out a sigh of relief when he finally released her from the uncomfortable position. The man had shown a very mild sense of kindness in the favor that he did for by letting her legs loose. Part of her wanted to take off running and find the closest place to get help. Though with his hand on the rope collar, that would be very difficult. Melissa gulped when he commanded her to straddle and ride him. The girl shook as she considered what she was about to do. "I can't believe this is happening..." She said with a whimper as the shapely girl straddled his hard cock, letting it slide into her hot slick folds.

Melissa couldn't help, but moan out as his throbbing cock filled her. Her hips bucked against him, driving him deeper into her tightness. Hoping that this would please him.

[User] Ben watched her as she considered what to do, watching the thoughts come and go in the reactions on her face. She did decide to obey him and straddle him, working her way onto his cock and working to milk his cock with her hips and inner walls. "Well good." he said as he moaned from her pleasing him with her wet tight pussy. "You're going to be easy to train." he told her. He then reached out and started teasing her nipples as she worked his cock. With her hands still tied behind her, he still had full access to her whole body and her willingness to please him made it harder for him to last.

[Assistant] Melissa yelped out when Ben began to tease her sore nipples. The molesting they had the whole car ride and from being tied with rope had made them very sore to the touch. The drunken girl yelped again the more he played with her nipples as she rode him. The girl continued to bounce on his cock, driving her hips into his so he could finish quicker. Though the harder she went, the more she moaned against her will. Her tight walls constricting around his cock.

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Ben enjoyed the sound her her yelp as he teased her sore nipples. "You're a fast learner." he said breathlessly as she worked him. It didn't take him long as he closed his eyes and moaned his pleasure. The more she bucked her hips and squeaked in pain, the harder it was to resist.

It didn't take long until he grunted in pleasure, thrusting up in her himself; he buried his cock deep into her and squirted up inside her as his orgasm hit. After he was through, he leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking it.

He pulled away long enough to say "Good girl. You please me like that and I'll pleasure you more then I punish you." He squeezed her breast as he used it to lift her off him and let her sit down beside him. He still didn't untie her hands or breasts though as he patted his thigh. "So now bend down here and clean me off while I give you your reward." He then waited to see if she would take his now semi hard cock into her mouth before he started playing with her pussy with his fingers again.

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Melissa moaned out loudly, her voice echoing in the barn as she felt his seed fill her. Though as soon as the adrenaline began to die down, she realized that he had finished inside of her. In a panicky voice, she said "You need to get me the pill!" before being distracted by him sucking on her super sensitive nipple. The lack of flow to her breasts had made her sensitive nubs even more sensitive and it caused her to yelp when he lifted her off of him by her breast.

Melissa nodded and dropped her head to his crotch. Her mouth opening wide and taking his sizable cock into her mouth. It was sloppily wet from his cum and her juices, but she sucked on it regardlessly. Her tongue twisted around it, lapping at the underside and letting her drool coat it while she bobbed up and down his hot shaft.

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He slapped her across the face when she said he needed to get the pill. "You don't tell me what to do!" he yelled at her. He then calmed down as he told her in a normal voice "It is my choice whether or not I give you the pill. You have to learn that I have total control, even over whether I want you to get pregnant or not."

When she did take him into her mouth though, he was pleased as he let her suck and lick his cock. He could tell she'd done this before and he loved the feel of her mouth on his cock. Because he had just cum, he didn't have to worry about cumming again for a while and could just enjoy her training. His fingers dipped into her pussy to get wet and then he pulled them out. He then pressed against her asshole with one of his fingers and pressed himself inside while lubed with her own juices. He then started wiggling his finger up inside her ass while she sucked him off fantasizing about the next stage of training he had planned for her.


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Grant was slowly meandering home after a short day of college. His classes only took up a small part of his Friday which gave him plenty of time to get home and relax into the weekend. His 18th birthday party had been the week before; and he had decided that after all the partying he had done, the next few days would be quiet. After all it would mean that he could watch a couple of films he hadn't got round to yet. Walking up to the empty house he knew his mother would be home soon. However, she had already told him she would be working again tonight.

His poor mum. She worked so hard. There were so many nights where she would come home from work and after dinner she would retire into the pool house. Undoubtedly picking up where she had left off at work. Without compromise she had always kept her work and home life separate, never allowing it to come in the main house.

Going straight up to his large room he flipped his computer on and waited for it to warm up. Stripping the days clothes off, he went looking for his swimming shorts. Once he had found them he decided to leave them off while he used his computer for what most other teenage boys did... watching porn. Although Grant was extremely fit, with broad shoulders that came from endless laps of a pool, and a torso any girl would drool over. His experience with the opposite sex had been limited to watching them on a screen. It wasn't that he was an ugly guy (far from it, or so his mother kept telling him), but it was all because of his lack of confidence. The girls at his school seemed to be attracted to the cocky idiots that would treat them like sluts. He didn't understand it, but he never managed to become more than friends with any of the girls he knew.

Casting thoughts of his non existent experience aside, his concentration fell to the maid on screen that was submitting to her master's desires. Moving his hand to his cock, he used the images in front of him to reach an orgasm quickly. Cleaning himself up, he dragged his shorts over his muscular thighs and decided to start dinner for when his mum came home. Moving swiftly through the big house he trotted down the stairs and into the expansive kitchen. Sometimes he wondered if the house they shared was far too big for just two of them. But all he had to do was go into the games room with the pool table, big comfy couch and huge TV and his concerns evaporated. Knowing that he shouldn't get distracted before making dinner, he delved in the fridge to find something to eat. Soon he was cooking up a storm, and he sat waiting for the only woman in his life to walk through the front door.

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Melissa was finally starting to be able to pack up all of her paperwork from her office. Being only one step down from the board of directors in a growing Insurance firm, she was constantly busy and yet never too busy to not be able to spend time with her son Grant. She knew that he had a short day on Fridays so while on other days she would usually stay late and keep working, every Friday she left a little bit earlier to be able to spend some time with him. Being a single parent hadn't been easy, and after her husband had left her when Grant was only four, it had been somewhat of a struggle at times juggling her hectic work and her ever busy son. Grabbing the last of her documents she hurried out the door and jumped into her car. Grant wasn't the only reason she would be happy to get home. Stuck in traffic she had a bit of time to change out of her corporate suit jacket and shirt into a more comfortable T-shirt she always had sitting in the back of a car. While she liked her job, the clothes sucked at times.

Arriving home she juggled her work for the weekend and opened the door. "You home yet, Grant?" She called out as she dumped some of her work on the small table near the door and her keys into the container there. Slipping out of her heels she instantly lost an inch of height, making her almost a head shorter then her son. Pulling the pins out of her hear allowed it to fall down in a wave of dark brown, almost black locks, hanging just past her shoulder. Will full breasts and smallish hips, Melissa's own figure was quite trim, being a swimmer as well, and also from copious amounts of more devious activities that she engaged in. Another reason why she was happy to be home because her boyfriend was coming around tonight for a bit of fun as they hadn't seen each other in almost a week, him being out of town to visit his cousins.

There were many nights that she did actually work after she got home, but also many others when saying she had to work was just an excuse to get alone time with her latest man. Their two story house was quite large, and downstairs was really just a hallway, kitchen, laundry and back door, the rest of the space taken up by the games and recreation room. Upstairs was the bedrooms, three of them, and another bathroom. Outside they had the pool house which could open up one side of the paneled wall to become a semi outside pool house when the weather was nice. Walking into the kitchen she saw her son sitting down and walked over to give him a hug and a kiss on the side of his head. "How was your day? Have some good classes today?" She queried as she moved over to get a glass of water.

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He barely registered the noise of the front door opening and hearing his mum call out. His mind was wandering back to the maid that had been sucking on her master's cock in the porno. Being a teenager, you could often find Grant in daydreams just like the one. In his mind he was playing out the fantasy of him being in the place of the master. Having a maid between his legs pleasuring him in ways he had never experienced. What really made him confused by the lack of experience with the opposite sex was the fact that he was larger than the guy in the porno? But then he thought about it properly and realized that no girl had ever seen his cock before. Apart from his mum of course, but that was a long time ago and not what it is now. No; he consoled himself with the thought that one day he would get a girl and hopefully then others may start taking notice.

Shaking himself out of the sullen thoughts realizing his mum was in the hallway. "I'm in here mum, dinner is almost ready" he called out to her. Watching her come into the kitchen the outline of her figure was framed by the dark hallway. He noticed she had changed in the car again which brought a smile to his face. Welcoming her kiss he wrapped his own arms around her as well. Grant loved his mum very much. She had filled the role of both parents for as long as he could remember. Allowing them a closeness most mother and sons don't experience. He would tell her anything if she asked, and the fact she hardly ever did made him appreciate her even more. "Yeah I had a great day thanks. But Fridays always are; a short day of classes. One of them was P.E. so I got to work out while at school and give the ladies a peek at the 'gun' show". Emphasizing the last comment by flexing his arms like an old fashioned wrestler while sporting a moronic look of toughness on his face. Bursting into laughter he put his arms down and nodded towards his mum. "Did you change in the car again? You know one day you will get arrested for indecent exposure don't you? I don't know how you would feel about being kept in chains all that much, do you?" he smirked at her with raised eyebrows. He enjoyed playing with his mum like this. She worked far too hard in his opinion and making her laugh or relax (or both) was a constant hobby of his.

Finishing off the dinner, he walked around the kitchen getting things ready for them to sit down and eat. Even though they lived in a large house, they always managed to get in each others way. While trying to set the table he had to physically move her out of his path on more than one occasion. The final time it happened, he physically lifted her off the floor and put her back down out of his way. While doing this, he looked at her as if for the first time in years. She was such a petite figure of a woman, but so youthful and gorgeous. He smiled and quipped "When did you get so small eh? Tiny." Standing up to his full height and over emphasizing peering down at her he laughed and placed their plates on the table. "OK mum, bon-appetit."

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Her son really was amazing. She sat there and listened while her friends all bitched and complained about their children, their daughters who just came home with boy after boy and who wore too short skirts or too little shorts, who had low cut tops. Their sons who saw women as nothing but an outlet and who hid themselves away in the house and went out at night until morning and who never helped around the house. Her friends who assumed that all teenagers were the same. But Melissa never had any horror stories for Grant. And she was glad of it. Maybe it came from having a busy working mother as a single parent or even just knowing that while his father had left them, there was that lack of support there for him. They did have a very open relationship, and knew they could talk about anything, even though they rarely did. It worried her in a way that he hadn't seemed to have had any girlfriends, didn't seem to have questions about any of that, but maybe he just didn't want her to know. She could understand that. She didn't want him to know about what went on the pool house some nights either.

Melissa smelt dinner before his words confirmed it. As she was getting water she just laughed and smiled when he made his little comment about showing off to the girls. He did have a magnificent boy, years of swimming did that, so she didn't doubt that they would have appreciated that. "What gave it away?" She joked when he asked if she had changed in the car. The casual T-shirt with a V-neck and a picture of birds on the front compared to her cooperate skirt and leggings gave it away clearly. "Who's to say I wouldn't enjoy it?" She carried on his joke, even though it came a little close to the truth for her. "Besides, my dear son, you are hardly one to talk as I notice that yet again you are quite happy with just wearing shorts around the house again, which I hardly think counts as being dressed." They had very little rules in the house, and as such it was not uncommon that he would just wear shorts around or even boxers if he got up for a drink in the middle of the night. Melissa herself was a fan of T-shirt and shorts, although she did very occasionally have to dart into the laundry in her bra to find a clean shirt, though usually tried to make sure Grant wasn't near by when she did, or that he wouldn't see much.

"I'm just going to chance, be back down in a minute." Melissa muttered to him, quickly darting upstairs. Stripping off her leggings and skirt she pulled on one of her favorite pairs of shorts, perhaps a little shorter then they should have been, exposing her smooth slender legs, and tied her hair loosely out of the way. ON the way back down she noticed their common tendency of getting in each others way which usually resulted with her coming face to face with her son's massive smooth chest. A small shriek of laughter escaped her when he picked her up only to put her back down out the way. "When did you get so big?" She counted with a cheeky smile. She reached up and tapped him on the chin. She always felt little when he stood at his full height. "Maybe you should shrink a little."

Sitting down and digging into dinner. As always he proved himself to be a vary good cook. Melissa liked to cook when she could get home in time, and usually did a few days a week, and one day a week was always designated take-away night, just so that neither of them had to do anything after getting home. "So what did you want to do after dinner. I have about an hour or so before I'll dart off to try and get some of my work out the way so I don't have as much to do on the weekend. Fancy a game off pool? Or a movie maybe?" Either one was good although they were due to go and get some new movies as they must have watched all of theirs once or twice each. At least. But knowing what would happen after she went to the pool house already had her legs burning a little bit. "How about we play pool for the right to pick the movie?" They both had similar choices in films, as Melissa was hardly a romantic, but usually it came down to a fight between the last two choices.

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Laughing at her when she asked about when he got 'so big' he thought to himself "You don't know the half of it mum!" However, he could never bring himself to say such things; especially to his mother. Even the mere thought of it had brought a slight flush to his cheeks. But as they sat down and started to eat the food he had prepared, the slight burning sensation evaporated quickly. Shoveling the food down his throat like any normal teenage boy he listened to his mum's idea for the evening. "Sounds like a good idea mum, we will probably need a couple of hours though. I got a new film and its just under that... which gives me about 10 or 15 minutes to wipe the floor with you at pool," managing to keep his dead pan expression he waited for his words to sink in. Being able to make fun of his mum was something that Grant held dear.

Grant loved his mum very much; she was beautiful, compassionate and above all else so devoted to him. Sometimes he wondered if he held his mum back from having a relationship. But she never even mentioned other men in her life so he naively believed this meant there were none. With these prevailing thoughts running through his mind he looked at her while they cleaned away there dishes. She definitely looked after herself. She couldn't quite keep up with him in the pool, but she wasn't far behind at all. Wearing those teasingly short shorts he could see her tanned shapely legs from the bottom of her feet all the way to the tip of her round ass cheeks (but only when he sneakily glanced at her while bending down to put dishes away). Once again, he felt his cheeks start to burn slightly _dam, just calm yourself down Grant_ he admonished himself tearing his glance away from his mum's legs.

Finishing the cleaning up, he carefully made sure they didn't get in each others way. When he had looked at his mum, his body had reacted in more ways than just blushing. Although he wasn't sporting a massive erection, there was a definite firmness and growth to him. He definitely didn't want to accidentally rub up against her. Plus the fact that he only had tight swimming shorts on made him feel a little exposed. Soon he was stood with the relative safety of the pool table in front of him, setting the balls up so that they could have their little competition. Grabbing one of the cues he passed another one to his mum ensuring that she got the small one.

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"You eat any faster and you'll make the girls at school loose the 'gun show'," Melissa joked with him as she watched him eat as fast as he always did, his food gone before she had even gotten through about half of hers. She wondered what the new film was but knew that she wouldn't find out unless he won and therefore got to play it. No doubt he would. While Melissa would good at pool her son was better, but even so she won enough times to make it worth it. Until he son had gotten into it she had not have much time to practice after he was born so had lost the skill that she once held. But she was getting better. If only they had more time to play against each other. That was it she was going to start taking more time off work so that could get home earlier before her... other activities. She didn't even really respond to his comment, only poked her tongue out at him and smiled before going back to food. When she finished it she gathered up their dirty dishes so that she could take them to the sink and wash them. They did have a dishwasher but rarely needed to use it as they generally didn't create that many dishes between the two of them.

She finished cleaning up and packing up everything as he moved to set up the pool table. When she moved over and was given the smallest cue she just put on mock annoyance. "Oh sure give the woman the small one." She joked before hearing his explanation. At his words she had to stop for a second at think. Grant usually didn't make such comments... well... not to her at least. And it was very strange to hear him say it, but she took it light heartedly anyway. "Disadvantage? Oh really? Who's to say I wanted a little one?" She worked on his a little but quickly dropped it, feeling awkward about making such jokes with her son when she knew who was coming over later on. She grabbed one of the bigger cues and put chalk on it. "You ready for this? I am determined to win this time!" She laughed a little as she knew that it was never as easy as that.

Leaning her cue against the table for a second she reached over to the draws near by and pulled out a hair tie, swiftly tying her hair into a tight pony tail so that it wouldn't annoy her or get in the way. She did like the way that it felt brushing against her mostly bare shoulders but when lining up shots it tended to get in the way just a bit. She pulled a coin from the draw as well, their traditional heads-and-tails coin for deciding first shot. Melissa was feeling as cheeky as her son apparently was tonight. She flicked the coin up and caught it on the back of her hand with her other and called out, "Tails," She chose before he got the chance to like they usually did. Lifting her hand. Damn. "Heads it is." There was irony there. She smiled and flicked the coin towards him. "I'm still going to win."

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Grant wondered to himself whether he would ever get his body under control. His mum hadn't even really given him much in the way of a cheeky reply to his comment. Yet he could feel the slow warmth rise from through his cheeks. Sincerely hoping that his mum wouldn't notice he was blushing... again. He turned away slightly as she chalked her chosen cue. It was ridiculous that his body would betray him in such ways. On paper there was nothing that should have made him the nervous guy he was. He shared a fantastic relationship with his mum and he had never felt the lack of father figure in his life had affected him. But perhaps it had.

Turning back to watch her, he thought she looked extremely determined. "I was born ready mum, but remember, you brought me up to be a proper young man. So I suppose it is always possible that I may let you win." He responded. After all it never hurt to have a get out clause if she did win. There definitely seemed to be a competitive streak in her. Knowing that she put hair ties on so that her hair wouldn't bother her during the game he smiled and couldn't help laughing. "Wow, someone is getting serious about a little game of pool" As far as he was concerned, it was anyone's game. Even if he did tend to win, more often than not he believed it was more down to luck than genuine skill.

"One day I will call first... but I suppose today it doesn't matter!" he laughed as she lost the toss. Instead of responding to her final comment, he just winked and lined himself up for the break. Leaning low over the table he didn't really try and line the ball up precisely as he preferred power when starting a game. Thrusting the cue forward there was a loud crack as the white ball met the others sending one stripe and spot into the bottom corner pockets. "I guess the choice is all mine tonight isn't it mum?" he winked at her. Hoping that he would get under her skin with his apparent cockiness, perhaps she would get frustrated and make mistakes. "My god" he thought to himself, as his competitiveness started to creep in. Deciding to go for spots he once again leaned far over the table and looked along his cue. This time as he looked down the length of the wooden stick, his eyes accidentally found themselves resting on his mum's shorts. They were so short and for his young immature mind the tight material framed the tops of her legs perfectly and it was distracting him in a bad way. Scolding himself for looking at his own mum in such a way; he tried to concentrate on the game, and once again hit the white ball.

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Grant's blushing was completely unnoticed by Melissa. She was more focused on other things and besides, her son had never really been the one to blush or get massively embarrassed about such things. And anyway, his comment had completely amazed her that he would say such a thing. But then he was a teenage boy. he had just never expressed himself in such a way to her before. After all she was only his mother and as she never revealed her numerous relationships to him, it could be easy to assume for him that she never had any. Melissa laughed at his 'proper young man' comment. Using a slightly posh accent, but with an amused smile she joked, "A proper young man should always play an honest and truthful game, and never resort to trickery or such tricks as pushing thy mother out of the way or tickling her." Which is exactly what happened last time, although she carefully left out the fact that she had actually started the tickle fight. The tickling had only stopped when they had both been unable to move any more. It had reminded her of when he was young, about eight and he use to try and tickle her into giving him chocolate.

"My hair's been annoying me all day." She commented at his serious comment. All day she had been tying it up then letting it down only to tie it up again until the next time it annoyed her. Melissa watched calmly as he leaned over the table lining up the shot. For some reason a memory flashed into her mind of his father, the first game of pool that they had played together, when he had been so distracted by her that he hit the white ball underneath with his cue and it flicked up and hit the wall beside her. His idea of an apology had been to place her on the table and strip and screw her furiously until they were exhausted and their combined cum had created a stain on it that had lasted until they had had to replace it after a friend of theirs broke one of the legs and they got a new one. This one. She watched at the white ball slammed into the others pocketing two balls.

Leaning over she gripped the back of his neck gently and grinned. "Don't be too cocky, son." She laughed and kissed the side of his head and ruffled his hair like she did sometimes, making him out to be a child very cheekily. "After all you just pocketed one for me as well." She moved to the other side of the table as he lined up his next shot. Her mind was focused on the game so she didn't notice his wandering gaze to her legs. When he hit the ball she watched as it whacked into one of the spots, hitting one of the other spots close to a pocket but not in. "You going for spots, yeah?" She confirmed as she moved to make her own shot. Leaning over the table she lined up one of her own and tapped the cue forward. The white ball spun across the table and hit a striped ball, sending it very close to the same pocket that Grant's ball was near. She had been unable to do anything else without possibly hitting one of his balls into a pocket. "Your shot."


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Eric had it all in his life. He was young, 37, and he looked very good too. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a toned body. He wasn't a gym addict by any stretch, but he kept fit by swimming at the community pool now and then and eating healthy. His black hair had just started to gray out just the past year, but he thought it only added a bit of flair to his temples. He also had blue eyes, and a piercing smile. He had been a model in his twenties. Actually, he had been what they call a boxer model; he used to appear in posters and magazines showing off how comfortable and elastic those male underpants were, and yet never got any recognition for it, as his face was always cropped out. He had quitted once he reached 30, once his wife had convinced him that he deserved better, as he was a family man now. He shouldn't be flaunting his manhood at every man and woman that happened to sit at the bus stop across the street!

Perhaps that was what started it all. That idea---flaunting it out to other people---had never occurred to him. It just popped into his head, as his wife pronounced the words. That thought turned into an idea, and the idea into a turn on. He suggested trying something mildly sexual about it. She flat out refused. She thought it disgusting... and that was the end of it. For the next seven years, he lived his new kink in secret. He never mentioned it to anybody. He thought of himself very low, undeserving. Still, he kept fantasizing about it. He experimented a rush and a shy hard-on anytime he thought of his cock, hanging in public. As the time went by, his unbound mind created an array of little, forbidden things that he wished he could try. He got a thing for panties, and rubbing himself with them. Even getting them dirty for others to---secretly---wear.

And there he was now. It was Saturday night. His wife was out, playing poker with her friends. His own sweet daughter was probably at a house party downtown. He had the place to himself. He had made an excuse of feeling sick to be left alone that night. As soon as everyone was out---he let one hour pass to make sure---he stripped himself naked and walked around the house with a raging hard-on. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed that his daughter's bedroom wasn't locked. He stepped inside, wondering. Was he capable of it? Of feeling aroused by being naked in his 16-year-old daughter bedroom? As a surge of blood surged through his sex, both his heads nodded in unison.

He picked up some panties from the pile of dirty laundry in the floor. They were black---his favorite---and he was glad to see a characteristic white stain covering the bottom. He put them onto his nose and inhaled. Hmmmmmmmm. That was an entirely new scent! He had never dared to do this with his daughter's. He had been tempted many times before, but not until that night he had had the entire freedom to do so. He gave them a tentative lick and tasted for the first time his own daughter's fluids. It was amazing. He sighed as he started to masturbate his well-endowed cock. He put them on, stretching them badly and almost ripping them out, but finally they got high enough to cover his hairy balls.

He still wanted more, though. He'd spill his seed onto something clean, something she'd wear the next day. From one of the drawers, he picked up a pair of white cotton panties. He started to jack off faster now, feeling even more aroused. This was so, so much fun!

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Returning home, Catherine's father hadn't exactly been wrong---she had indeed been out, but not at a house party, and had just decided to go out with a couple of old friends she hadn't seen in a fair bit of time, and although they would have stayed out later, it had been bad timing that they had organized to met up on the day before her friends needed to catch a train early in the morning the next day---not that Catherine was going to complain about such a thing, she was just happy to see them all again. As she let herself in, she quickly slipped her shoes off and kicked them to the side of the corridor. Her mother wasn't likely to be in---out playing poker most likely, but she wasn't too sure about her father.

Standing at about five foot six, the sixteen year old wasn't exactly short for her age---if anything she may have been an inch or two above the average height---not that she had measured herself recently enough to be sure. Her hair matched her mothers; a fairly dark brown, and fell down with a slight wave to just passed her shoulders, like her father though, her eyes were a fairly pleasant blue color. Playing volleyball for her school, along with a few other sports, she kept herself fairly fit, which hadn't diminished her somewhat annoying C-cup bust as she was told it might do when she was a little bit on the larger side as a child; if she had lost it because of baby-weight, or just lost it from being active, she didn't know, and didn't really care too much either, being fairly happy with how she looked. If she were given a chance, she may have made her ass a little bit more voluptuous, or given a little bit more girth to her arms, but those were the little fickle niggles that everyone had about their body.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a fairly plain black sleeveless shirt and a touch of make-up to her face; something she had only really done because she was meeting up with some old friends, often feeling a little sick by the smells of the make-up. A bit of lipstick at formal events wasn't uncommon---even if the formal events themselves were. The shoes that she had kicked off were fairly comfortable sneakers; not her most fancy pair, but she would rather not murder her feet by walking around in heels

Making her way through the hall, her sock-clad feet muffling her footfalls, she did a quick sweep of the ground floor and found nobody, leading her to believe that her father must be in his room, or have gone out somewhere himself. Making her way up the staircase, she noticed the light turned on before anything else---something she was usually fairly meticulous about. Shrugging it off as a lapse in concentration, or excitement from seeing her friends once again, she put it out of her mind and pushed the door open. It took a few moments to register exactly what she was seeing in front of her; her father, topless wearing a pair of---what she could only assume were---her black panties, stretching them out almost beyond belief, with another pair of panties in his hand, his other hand pumping at his cock, which from the angle she was at, she was only really able to see the tip of---more than enough to let her know what was going on.

Stepping back, with her hand still on the handle, she swung the door shut and turned to go back downstairs stunned and speechless at what she had just seen, but before even taking one step, she turned on her heel again. Pushing the door open for a second time, her father was still there, still jerking himself off in her panties: they had to be her panties---her mother's didn't look anything like the kind he was wearing. "Dad... what the fuck are you doing?" a mixture of bemusement, anger, and for some reason humor on her face. Her hand still clasped the door handle as she stood in the doorway---unsure if she was going to say anything else, or if she would just let him speak.

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Shock would not be enough a word to describe what when trough Eric's system. Perhaps shock wave would be a better description of what he felt. Just as he moaned his own daughter's name, he felt a tingle from his balls, indicating he was past the point of no return. He gave himself up to the feeling---embraced it with force---and as he did so, he pulled one last moment from his cock's foreskin, leaving the head all exposed and engorged, ready to shoot. He had been pointing all the time towards the chest of drawers in her Catherine's room, where he hoped that his cum would land, in case the panties he was holding on his other hand failed to soak up everything.

But then disaster happened. She came in, he looked at her in sheer horror. He turned his troubled gaze towards his manhood, and back to her. "Oh shi---!!" was all he could say before she slammed the door close. He couldn't stop the surge of fluid going through his dick anymore. In a split of a second he experimented shame, but then again, lust; he was doing something perverted. Probably the most perverted thing that she would ever see. That, together with the amazing smell of his own pre-cum, and mixed with the aftertaste of his daughter's discharge did the rest.

He came loads, moaning between gasps, "Oh, Go-God, Gooood....!" Indeed her panties tried their best to capture the semen, but it was simply too much. It poured down her open drawer, staining the majority of her clean underwear. It was shameful, and he loved every bit of it... until his climax receded, and his mind brought him back to reality. To the reality of being naked in front of his own teenager daughter, holding her underwear in one hand, his cum-covered penis in the other. "I---Eh. Catherine... let me... explain. Let me." He tried to find the words, but there weren't any. There was simply no excuse out of this. He suddenly grew scared, scared shitless. He was about to lose his family. Probably get thrown in jail. Most likely, fucked in the ass in prison showers. His life was over. He gulped.

He decided to simply say the truth. "I didn't expect you'd come so early, Catherine. I... well. I was trying out this... which is... bad. Horrible on my part. I'm sorry about all this mess... and that your see your old man like this. Fucking hell..." He smirked at hell. Maybe out of desperation, he smiled shyly. He started to feel not like a father committing bad parenting, but like a child who's been found playing with his penis for the first time inside a closet.

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The scene before Catherine was close to a car-crash; something that you knew you shouldn't be looking at---you should just be getting on with the rest of your day, perhaps feeling sorry for whoever was involved, but something that almost everyone would have trouble looking away from. As he began to fumble around for an excuse to his situation---Catherine decided to give him some time, to see if he were able to come up with an excuse that would justify his actions, he was her father after all---and had listened to her excuses; however feeble it may have been. The excuse he went with wasn't the most reasonable one that he could have made, even if it were the most truthful, she cocked her eyelid at him curiously---unsure if there were more to come. Crossing her arms, she stood for a few moments, debating what the next course of action should be and sighed. "Just... get dressed." she said, almost sounding disappointed in him, rather than disgusted, or horrified---perhaps the actual realization of what he had been doing hadn't fully sunk in yet.

Closing the door to her room once more, she made her way back downstairs---hoping that she had bought herself some time to think. Reaching the living room, she collapsed onto the couch and passed her hand through her hair, her eyes closing, filling her cheeks with air, she let it out in a breath of exasperation. It was certainly a little weird---maybe even creepy, but Catherine tried to humanize his actions; to try and find a reason why he had done that. While Catherine was indeed a girl living with her father, it wasn't like he didn't have anyone of his own---her mother was around a fair bit. It took a few moments of searching for reasons until she felt a little sorry for him. Given that her mother worked, it left less time for him, and between work, her social life, and her somewhat conservative preferences, she could only really conclude that he had snapped out for sexual release: something that he probably wasn't getting much of from her mother. It was the only theory that made sense and didn't make him seem like a monster; and living with him for the entire sixteen years of her life, she could quite honestly say he wasn't that.

Shaking her head a little, she pushed herself back onto her feet and made her way into the kitchen; quickly running a glass of water and downing it in one. As she was filling the second glass, an idea struck her. Something that would perhaps let them get closer together, and deal with his urges. The idea was certainly interesting, and not one that she would outright say no to; there was something a little... indecent behind it, something that actually made her ever more interested. Downing the second glass, she put it away and waited; unsure if her father would be coming down on his own, or if she would have to go and find him. The idea wasn't something she could just organize on her own, it would of-course require her father; and that was the only sticking point she could see in the plan.

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Eric didn't miss the disappointment printed on Catherine's face. Of all the possible outcomes, this was probably the one that left him with a greater dilemma; what was he do to? Actually, he thought, what he had to do was to get himself out of the room as soon as possible. He stretched her beautiful black panties and let them drop to the ground. They made a soft wet "plop" as they landed. He gathered all the other panties he had marked into a big pile in the middle of the room, and shook his head. What a big mess. He opened her door tentatively, wondering if she'd still be there. Once he saw that the way was clear, he stepped outside, and leaving it on the hallway's carpet, he got into his room. He dropped heavily onto his bed.

She had not gone total mad at him. At least, that was what he saw. He wondered what he was to do now. Should he be a responsible parent, and talk to his wife about this? It would instantly end his marriage. Perhaps that wouldn't send him to prison, but then what? He would have to stay away from his family for the rest of his life. That was even worse! On top of it all, he still loved his wife, and Catherine, too; this had just been a sexual release, a fantasy or sorts! He had to tell Catherine; somehow, she had to understand.

He grabbed some comfortable baggy sweat pants and shirt. He didn't even bother with underwear---generally he didn't even wear them at home to begin with. His manhood was still claimed a generous space, but with the pants it was pretty much concealed. Once outside, he grabbed the big pile of underwear and, taking a long breath, he walked to meet her in the kitchen.

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Hearing the footfalls of her father walking back downstairs, she could feel her heart beating a little harder---and just now began to ponder the implications of her idea---if she should even bother suggesting it, what he would think---because of the unwavering attitude to sexuality her mother had, their relationship had been shoved somewhere that Catherine would never have expected it to reach---almost no child would have assumed that their parent would be up to things like that. She sighed a little bit and shook her head again, clearing her thoughts. It was the only way that both situations could be tackled without her mother finding out. Chances are if she found one pair of her daughters panties covered in his load, that would be the end of it for all of them.

Looking over at him as he entered the room, she tried to give him a fairly warm smile, even if he was carrying a fairly large amount of her panties---at least one that would show that she wasn't mad at him---still a little confused, maybe, but not mad. His choice of clothes were fairly obvious in their requirement, but it didn't stop her wondering if he was still hard right now, if it was just her panties that got him off, or her in general. Pushing the thoughts away again, she brushed her hair behind her ear. "Look, dad..." she started, without really thinking about what she had planned to say. "I'm sorry I walked in like that, I had assumed you had gone to sleep or something" she started, not really sure why she was the one apologizing, but it seemed the best way to lead into any type of conversation. "I'm sure that you didn't mean for me to see it, and I certainly didn't mean to, but... I'd think it might be better if we... you know, kept mum out of this little... incident?" she suggested. "I don't want this to break us up, and, I know what mum is like... I can only assume that she'd not be very... accommodating in the bedroom either..." she added, talking in short, fast bursts.

"I'm actually not surprised that you did this, given how long she must have been like this, but if we are going to keep mum out of this, then we need to find out what we can do about it, I mean... I can't just have you... you know, doing that to my panties every week..." she finally paused to let him give his two cents; assuming he had anything to say. Catherine knew a little bit about what he had been going through; sure, she may not have had the same restriction to sex, but there were certain practices that she had always found exciting that others certainly did not; some of them like a death sentence if muttered around groups of people her own age.

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Eric's legs started to tremble the moment his bare feet touched the ground floor. This was a very, very bad idea. He was there, carrying her own stained clothes and putting them under her own eyes, so she could examine his deed. Not only that, it even smelled like miles away. Couldn't he just have done it later that night? Couldn't he just locked himself in his room, and try to sleep it out? Undoubtedly, he would have been calmer... but also more anxious. No, this had to be the way it was. Much better to get it done and over.

He stopped suddenly, as he saw that in fact she was there, waiting for him. She started to talk. He forced himself to look at her in the eye. What else was there to do? He couldn't just hide. This was the right thing to do. He let her do all the talking, while he went about his business around the kitchen. He hummed nonchalantly, but he was evidently listening to her. What did she have to say about this? He unlocked the door of the washing machine. "You're right, mom doesn't need to know." He went to the low cabinet, squatted, picked up the detergent. "Nothing is going to break us up!" He glanced at her, raising his eyebrow. "Hrm... sorry." He loaded the washing machine, filled up the detergent contained. He switched it on. He nodded, twisting his mouth to one side. "It's been a terrible mistake on my part, you don't need to apologize."

Then she started mentioning his sex life. Uh oh. He frowned. "I appreciate your concern about your mother and me, but it's just a rough patch. What I've been up to, it's been my choice." He bit his lower lip, and finally, went to face her. He thought something for a while, then decided to speak it up. "I don't know what we can do about it. Certainly, what I need is that you don't give it too much thought... I mean.. " He seriously had nothing to say. How could he just apologize? He had enjoyed it! He was already a bad parent. What else to do? "...heh. Won't be doing it every week." He shrugged, and added, "t'was thinking, more like, every other week." He smiled mischievously at her, trying to get that old camaraderie that they seemed to have lost along the way. "Just joking." She seemed to have something to say. He nodded at her, giving her a chance to express herself. He pointed to the coffee machine. "Want one?"