Bobby & Mrs. Clark Ch. 01byReverse_Cowboy©
It all started for me when I was a kid and started playing, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours with my cousins and the other neighborhood kids. I would get a real charge out of exposing myself to other people. Of course as you grow up you learn that it’s wrong to expose yourself to anyone. When I turned 18, I considered becoming a nudist so I could just go around naked all the time, but there were a few problems with that idea. One was that there were no nudist communities anywhere near me. The closest one was about an hour away from my town. The second problem was that I didn’t make enough money to move out of my parents place and I had had to keep going to college for a while too. And lastly, it just didn’t excite me to be exposing myself if everyone else was doing it too. I think it was the fact that I knew it was wrong and that I could get in trouble that turned me on about it.
I didn’t know that my exhibitionist desires would change my life though. And it happened when I was 18. I’m a decent looking guy, about 5’9” and I weigh about 130lbs or so. I have short brown hair that I keep cut in a military style. I also have very light almost hazel brown eyes. My favorite part of my body is my thick eight-inch cock. When I was 16, I started shaving my pubic hair. The first time I did it I just shaved my balls. I liked how smooth they felt afterwards, so I decided to shave off the rest of my pubic hair too, and my cock is eight inches long and pretty thick to top it all off. I knew I wasn’t any GQ model or anything, but I was all right looking.
One night I was laying on my bed masturbating when my dog heard something outside and ran to the window. When he jumped up and put his front paws on the window ledge he got a little tangled in the blinds and before I knew what was happening he knocked my blinds down exposing me to anyone and everyone outside. Fortunately my window didn’t face to street, but it did face our next door neighbor’s house, the Clarks. Even though the window didn’t face the street it was on the side of the house and could still be seen from the street if anyone happened to look. Even though the blinds crashing to the ground surprised me, I was too far gone to stop stroking myself and the thought that someone might see me there naked on the bed stroking my cock for all I was worth turned me on even more. In less than 10 seconds my cock exploded spraying my chest with thick white cum.
As soon as I was recovered, I got up and put my blinds back on the window, and then I went into my bathroom to get cleaned up. After that night, whenever I went to my room to jerk off I would turn off my lights, raise my blinds and position myself in front of the window. It always turned me on to think that someone walking, or driving by might see me and what I was doing. I always got even more turned on when I’d see a car driving by. That never failed to send me over the edge. I went on like this for about a month or so, until one Friday night I was so horny and in such a hurry to get off that I forgot to turn off my bedroom light before I opened the blinds and started stroking my cock. I felt a surge of mixed excitement and fear when I had realized what I had done, I also remember thinking afterwards that I was lucky no one had driven or walked by that night while I was masturbating. I was so excited that my hands were trembling and I was mildly hyperventilating. It took me a good fifteen minutes to calm down. It took me awhile to fall asleep after that. The next afternoon I found out I hadn’t been as lucky as I thought I had, or in hindsight maybe I was luckier then I thought. I guess that all depends on how you look at things.
Over the next week, I “forgot” to turn off the light a couple more times before I masturbated in front of the window. About a week, after the first time it happened, was when things started to really change.
It was a Saturday morning and I was working in our backyard doing some chores for my parents when Mrs. Clark came over to the fence dividing our yards and called out to me, “Bobby! Bobby!”
“Oh. Hi, Mrs. Clark. What’s up?” I asked.
“I was wondering if you could give me a hand over here when you’re done with your chores.” She asked.
“Yeah sure. No problem. I’ll be done in about fifteen, thirty minutes and then I’ll come over. Ok?” I replied.
“That would be great Bobby. Thanks.”
I waved a hand at her to let her know it wasn’t a problem and got back to work. Mrs. Clark just smiled and went back into her house. Twenty minutes later I finished my chores and went was knocking on the Clark’s backdoor.
“Oh Great Bobby, I’m glad you could come over. Would you like a soda or something?” Mrs. Clark asked.
“Ah, a some water or Gatorade would be great.” I replied.
“Have a seat at the table and I’ll get you some.” She said.
I sat at the kitchen table and waited as Mrs. Clark went to her fridge to get my drink.
She turned around with a bottle of Gatorade in her hand and asked, “Would you like a glass or is the bottle ok.”
“The bottle’s fine.” I replied.
She handed me the bottle and sat down across from me at the table.
“So, what do you help with?” I asked.
“Its not so much that I need your help, but I have an offer I want to discuss with you.” She replied.
“Uh, ok.” I replied slightly confused.
Last Friday night, I was looked out of my bedroom window and saw something rather surprising.” She said. “Do you know what that was?” She asked.
At those words all the color drained from my face and my mouth hung agape.
“I see you do.” She said. “When I saw it that first time I figured it was just an accident on your part. A one time thing. Imagine my surprise when I saw it happen a couple of more times this week. It seems you are quite the exhibitionist Bobby.” She explained.
I couldn’t say anything I was speechless. The idea of getting caught masturbating had always been such a turn on for me, but now that it had happened I was scared shitless. I had no idea what she was going to do. If she told my parents what I had been doing I would be in a world of trouble.
“Well Bobby, I figure that I could tell your parents about what you’ve been doing, or I could take advantage of it.” She told me.
Now I was even more confused. My fear addled mind couldn’t comprehend what she was talking about and I just stared at her mutely.
“I thought about this quite a bit over the last week and decided that telling your parents what you’ve been doing wouldn’t serve much to do more that just cause you a lot of trouble. On the other hand, if I were to take advantage of your exhibitionistic desires and that nice young body of yours we could both have some fun.” She said while looking me straight in the eyes.
Now I was totally confused and the look on my face must have shown it, because Mrs. Clark just smiled at me.
“You see Bobby my husband and I are swingers.” She said as if that explained it all.
I still wasn’t sure what she was talking about, and I must have still looked confused because she went on with her explanation after a short pause to see if I knew what she was talking about.
“Swingers are people who like to have sex with lots of other people. In most cases, it’s married couples getting together with other married couples and exchanging partners for sex. Sometimes swingers go to clubs to meet other couples and even single people to have sex. It’s a lot of fun really.” She said.
I wasn’t confused anymore. Now I was just really surprised. Never in a million years would I have thought our straight laced neighbors would be into having sex like that. I started looking at Mrs. Clark in a totally new light. All of the sudden she wasn’t my older married next door neighbor, now she had become this sexy, provocative seductress. I gazed at her 5’7” body with her auburn hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her medium sized breasts sagging slightly on her chest, she was slightly over weight with a little belly pooching out over her waistband. I suddenly found myself wondering what she’d look like without her clothes. My imagination kicked into overdrive and I saw her lying on a bed with her legs spread beckoning me towards her. I heard her softly calling my name. That’s when I came back to reality and remembered where I was. Mrs. Clark was calling my name trying to get me to snap out of my daydream.
“Uh, sorry Mrs. Clark. I was ah..” I stammered off not knowing what to say anymore.
“There’s something else I want to tell you. I’m also a bit of a Dominatrix. Do you know what that means Bobby?” She asked.
I had an idea what she meant, but just to be sure I said, “Not really.”
“Well, the short of it is that, as a Dominatrix, I like to be in charge. Totally in charge. There are plenty of other aspects to it, but that’s the meat of it. Its not always about sex either. Sometimes it has to do with bondage and having other submit to my will. I also punish my submissives when they disobey or disappoint me. Punishment can be anything from verbally chastising and humiliating them to spanking and other more severe forms of discipline.” She explained.
“Ok.” I was all I could manage to say.
“I bet you are wondering why I’m telling you all this instead of just telling your parents and being done with it aren’t you?” she said.
“Uh, yeah.” I said.
“Well, like I said before I don’t think I should waste your young body or your desires to dhow it off.” She said. “What I would like is for you to submit to me and become one of my submissives. If you do that I can guarantee you plenty of outlets for your exhibitionist desires as well as plenty of sex. If you agree to this, you’ll have to keep an open mind and be willing to do what I demand of you. We will discuss elements of your training and what limits you have. Some things though are not negotiable. There are some things that I do insist upon however. You will always have a way of stopping things if it ever becomes to much for you, but I’ll explain all that another time if you agree. Or if you choose, I can simply tell your parents what you’ve been doing and be done with it. It’s your choice.” She told me.
“Not much of a choice. I can either be your slave or you’ll tell my parents what I did and they’ll make my life miserable.” I replied.
“A submissive is not a slave Bobby. A submissive always has a choice and can always stop what’s happening or refuse to do something. A slave cannot. A slave is property and as such has no rights. You’d be my submissive, not my slave.” She replied frankly.
“This is a big decision. Can I have some time to think about it before I decide?” I asked.
“Yes it is, and yes you may. I’ll expect your answer by no later than noon tomorrow.” She told me.
“Ok.” I said.
It was clear that our talk was over so I returned home and took a shower to clean off the sweat and grime I had acquired from working outside. When I was done I laid down on my bed to think about the offer Mrs. Clark had given me. Would it really be that bad being her submissive? I thought about all the things she had said to me. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t even noticed that the sun had set until my mother called me for dinner.
I went down to the kitchen and ate dinner without tasting it. When my parents asked me if there was anything wrong I just told them that I just had a lot on my mind and apologized. I wasn’t lying one bit I did have a lot on my mind, and it all had to do with Mrs. Clark and her offer. I had just finished my dinner and was about to get up when I realized I had a noticeable bulge in my pants. I reached down and discreetly adjusted myself so my hard-on would be less visible. When I was satisfied that my parents wouldn’t be likely to notice my cock tenting my pants, I excused myself from the table, put my plate in the kitchen and went straight back to my room, where I stripped out of my clothes, climbed on my bed and started stroking my hard cock so I could get some relief. My blinds were up as always, but the light in my room was off. It was already dark so no one would be to see me. I was just starting to get into it when the phone on my nightstand rang. I picked up and was surprised to hear Mrs. Clark’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello, Bobby.” She said.
“Ah, hi Mrs. Clark.” I replied, the surprise obvious in my voice.
“What are you up to Bobby?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’m just in my room laying on my bed.” I replied nervously wondering if there was some way she could see into my room even though the light was off.
“And what are you wearing?” She asked.
“Just a pair of sweats.” I lied.
“Hmmm, I was hoping you’d be naked.” She said in obvious mock disappointment. I almost dropped the phone out of shear surprise. Mrs. Clark had obviously heard my fumbling with the phone, because when I put it back to my ear I could hear her laughing softly on the other end.
“Ughhh.” Was all I could get to come out of my mouth.
“What’s the matter Bobby? Cat got your tongue?” She asked teasing me.
“Ah, no! You just took me by surprise. That’s all.” I told her honestly.
“Are you really wearing sweats?” She asked persistently.
“Um, no. I’m naked.” I confessed.
“And what are you doing naked?” she asked. “Be honest with me. If you’re not I’ll have to punish you.” Mrs. Clark told me flatly.
“I was just starting to masturbate.” I confessed.
“I thought so. And tell me, what made you want to masturbate?” She asked bluntly.
“The offer you made me this afternoon. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I left your house and it got me pretty worked up.” I told her honestly.
“I see.” She said. “Would you like a small preview of what you could expect if you agree to that offer?” She asked.
“Uh, yeah. I guess so.” I replied.
“It’s a yes or no question, and the proper way to address me is either as Ma’am, or Mrs. Clark. If you earn the right to wear my collar you’ll be able to address me as Mistress or Miss C.” She told me. “Is that clear?” she asked severely.
“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.
“Now do you want a preview or not?” She asked forcibly.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I said more loudly.
“Yes Ma’am what?” she asked harshly.
“Yes Ma’am I’d like for you to give me a preview of what I could expect if I agree to your offer Ma’am.” I said submissively.
“Very good.” She replied.
Turn on your bedroom light and go stand in front of your window.” She ordered.
“Yes Ma’am.” I replied as I got up and turned on the light and then stood in front of my window just as she had ordered. When I got to the window I automatically looked over at Mrs. Clarks house and saw standing in front of her own window wearing a red robe that shined as if it was made out of silk or satin or something.
“Mmmm, very good. I like a boy that can follow orders.” She said into the phone.
I couldn’t help smiling and said, “Thank you Ma’am.”
I saw her give me a quick smile in return and then she said, “Stroke your cock for me Bobby.” Mrs. Clark ordered.
I happily complied with her command and began stoking my hard cock back and forth.
“Bobby, do you normally use any lubricant when you stroke yourself?” Mrs. Clark asked me.
“Yes Ma’am, sometimes.” I replied.
“Is there lube on your cock now?” She asked.
“No Ma’am. I was just about to put some on when you called.” I told her.
“Get your lube and come back to the window. Quickly!” She ordered.
I ran over to my nightstand, pulled open the drawer, grabbed the small bottle of lubricant I kept there and immediately dashed back to the window.
“Very good.” Mrs. Clark said when she saw me standing in front of my window again. “I can already see that I’m going to enjoy using you. Now lube your cock and tart stroking it for me again.”
I blushed and smiled bashfully at her comment as I began stroking myself as Mrs. Clark had ordered.
“Does that feel good? Mrs. Clark asked me in a sultry voice.
“Mmmhmm, yes ma’am it does.” I replied.
“Good. Stroke it faster and squeeze it harder.” She ordered.
I did as she ordered and let out a soft moan of pleasure at the feeling of it.
“Stoke it! Stroke that cock of your for me. Make yourself cum you little slut boy. I want to see your cum spray all over your window.” She said in a sultry yet commanding voice.
“Uh, uh. Yes Ma’am. Uh, uh.” I said between grunts.
“That’s it my little slut boy stroke that cock for me. I wanna see you shoot your load for me.” Mrs. Clark said urging me on.
“Bobby. Look at me my little slut boy, look at your future mistress.” Mrs. Clark commanded.
I did as she said and saw her pull the sash on her robe causing it to fall open, and then she shrugged it off her shoulders and let if fall to the floor exposing her sexy mature naked body to me for the first time.
I couldn’t take it anymore, “Ugghhh!” I grunted as I felt my orgasm exploded out of my cock spraying my bedroom window with thick ropey gobs of cum. I must have shot five of six blasts of cum on the window. I saw it starting to run slowly down the glass as I gasped for breath while I tried to recover from one of the best orgasms I have ever had.
“Mmmm. Very good my little slut boy. Now I want you to clean off your window.” I started to turn away from the window so I could get a towel to wipe off the window with. “Hold it! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Mrs. Clark said angrily into the phone.
“I was just going to get a towel so I could clean up the mess like you ordered Ma’am.” I said nervously.
“I didn’t tell you to get a towel! Clean it off with your tongue. I want to see you lick that window clean!” She commanded so forcibly that even though the thought of licking my cum off my bedroom window didn’t appeal to me, I never even thought about disobeying her. I dropped to my knees in front of the window and immediately began licking it clean of my cum.
“That’s better.” She said crossly. “Lick it all off then swallow it down like a good slut.”
I licked and licked my cum from the cool glass. Whenever my mouth got full enough I swallowed it down. Within a few moments, I had cleaned the entire window of my cum. the window no longer had any cum on it, but my saliva had made a mess of it’s own.
“Are you done yet?” Mrs. Clark asked impatiently.
“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.
“Good. On your feet.” She ordered.
I immediately got back to my feet and was once again standing naked in front of the window. My cock had lost some of its firmness after my orgasm, but it was still semi-hard.
“Good Boy. Now I want you to go take a shower and when you are done use the damp towel to clean off the window. I expect to see you at my house by noon tomorrow Bobby. Now do as I said and get some sleep, because if you agree to my offer you’re going to need it.” Mrs. Clark said and before I could answer she hung up.
Mrs. Clark may have hung up the phone, but she still watched from her window to see that I obeyed her orders. I did as she said and took another quick shower and then I put on some underwear and a t-shirt before I wiped the window clean with my damp towel and got into bed. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, my mom was calling me for breakfast and I put on a pair of sweats and went down to the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast.
“So, what have you got planned for today, Honey?” My mother asked as we ate.
“Not much. I promised Mrs. Clark that I’d help her around her house today.” I answered.
“Oh, that’s nice of you, Sweetie.” My mom said with one of her motherly smiles.
“Its no big deal. She asked me yesterday, and I didn’t have anything planned so I told her I would.” I said.
“What does she want you to do?” My mom asked.
“I have no idea, but she said it might take awhile so I don’t know when I’ll be done.” I replied