Brought to Heel Ch. 04

During the weeks that followed his first session at her home, Alan received instruction in his home by email. Each morning he would sit by his laptop awaiting the message that made his heart leap both with excitement and some degree of nervousness. What would she require of him today? Would he be able to fulfil the demands made of him?

The third such email he received required him to demonstrate his complete subjugation to his new Mistress by completing three separate tasks in a day:

The first task was to wait until his wife was in the shower or having a bath then stand naked on the landing outside the bathroom, kneel and masturbate till he came, repeating:

"My Mistress C owns me, she controls me, I am her plaything."

He waited till his wife was in the bath, listening quietly at the door, removed his dressing gown so that he was completely naked, then knelt. He took his cock in his hand feeling it grow hard as he began to repeat the phrase his Mistress had specified. He felt so slutty, masturbating for his Mistress just feet away from his wife and it turned him on incredibly. The possibility of him being caught seemed to make him hard so quickly and he was soon thrusting into his hand like some teenage boy wanking over pictures in a porn magazine. He came quickly and powerfully a jet of spunk shooting past his hand and onto the landing carpet. In a fit of panic he rubbed it into the carpet with the edge of his dressing gown but there was still a feint stain. He went back to his bedroom and emailed his Mistress with an account of how he finished this first task.

The second task required him to go for a walk in the woods near where he lived. He was to take the shoes that Mistress had ordered him to buy as his toy in his mini rucksack. He was to find a quiet spot off the main track and take a photo of the shoes on his thighs and then on the branch of a tree or on a log. He was to rub himself hard to the point of precum without using his hands, but he was not to cum. Then he was to put the shoes back in his mini rucksack and return home. He chose to do this at around 11.30am as the dog walkers had usually completed their morning walk by then and it was before the local school's dinner hour when kids sometimes went into the woods if the weather was good. He left the main track and wandered about thirty metres into the wood finding a quiet and secluded spot next to a large tree with a thick, low lying branch. He took out the shoes and sitting on the floor took a quick snap of the shoes on his thighs. Then he placed the shoes on the branch and took a second photograph. He leant against the tree and while looking at the shoes rubbed himself against the tree till his cock grew hard. It reminded him of the time he was a young man and he used to do this near where he lived, not really knowing what he was doing, till he got a warm sticky mess in his pants. As soon as he felt the dampness of precum he stopped and replaced the shoes back in his mini rucksack, made his way back to the main track and walked home. He mailed the photos to his Mistress from his phone as he walked back receiving a message saying:

"Good Slut. That's two tasks done. You still have the third to do."

This third task required him to write his deepest darkest fantasy, holding nothing back, it could be as depraved as he liked. He was to do this sitting naked in his bedroom at his laptop. At 3pm he mentioned to his wife that he had a headache and was going to lie down for a while to see if he could get rid of it. He went upstairs and closed his bedroom door behind him and removed his clothes. He booted up his laptop and began to write:

'I am eighteen years old and my aunt has come to stay while my parents are taking a short holiday. She is in her early forties and a buxom woman, attractive in her own way. Every night when I go to bed I take out my secret stash of porno magazines and masturbate looking at the pictures. What I don't realise is that the next day while I am at school my aunt would decide to tidy my room and find them under the bed. When I come home she says nothing about this until we have eaten and are sitting in the front room when she says:

"Alan , please go and fetch those dirty magazines you keep under your bed."

When I start to protest she simply says:

"Now Alan, do exactly as I say or I will be telling your mother exactly what you do in your bedroom."

Cowed, I retrieve the magazines and bring them down to her. In a calm and matter of fact voice my aunt simply says: "Now, sit dow n beside me and show me your favourite pictures, Alan. Don't be shy, remember you must do what I say or else." I sat down next to her and show her some of my favourite pictures, the ones where a woman is spanking a young boy over her knee, I notice my cock hardening in my school trousers.

"Hmm I see. Now Alan show me exactly what you do when you look at these pictures. Go on, I will know if you don't ."

Embarrassed I stand up and drop my trousers and take out my hard cock.

"Good boy. Now show me how you rub it. Go on, I need to see you do it."

I start to rub my cock imagining being spanked by the woman in the picture. Doing this in front of my aunt is somehow very exciting. I hear her let out a sigh.

"Good boy, faster now, show your aunt how you make yourself sticky."

I start to rub faster my hips thrusting forward, my legs beginning to tremble till I cum groaning and spurting hot creamy spunk."

"Ooh such a lot of cum. What a good boy! Now clean it up with some tissues and do up your trousers then come and sit by me again."

I did as she instructed.

"So Alan, your parents are away for another three nights. Tomorrow I am thinking of spanking you over my knee till you become sticky again. Would you like that Alan, tell your aunt?"

"Yes please aunty."

He stopped writing at this point and sent the email to his Mistress. An hour later she replied saying that she was pleased with his efforts today, completing all three tasks so well.

It was a further two days before the mail sign flashed at the top of his screen. With excitement and trepidation he opened the email and read:

"Slut, I have decided to have some fun with you today! I know that you sleep in a separate bedroom from your wife but that you have perfunctory sex with her once a week. This week you will have sex with her according to my directions. You will do your no doubt usual foreplay of kissing and touching then you will go down on her. You will lick her till she is wet then use your tongue to open her sex lips, searching inside, probing the walls of her old cunt. Suck her dry clit gently between your lips. You are to continue to use your mouth and tongue as well as inserting two fingers into her. I want her excited moaning, tease her, finger fuck her. All the time you are to imagine your Mistress sitting in a chair next to the bed, directing you, telling you exactly what to do. Make sure your slutty face is wet with her juices. Then turn her over, whatever she says you must do this anyway. Enter her from behind, doggy style. As you fuck her, turn your head to the right and silently mouth:

"For you Mistress, this is for You".

You are to last as long as you can, then imagine me using the flogger on your backside as you fuck her. Feel it's special caress. Shout your wife's name, but whisper mine then cum in her like the slut you are. Then hold her, make her feel good, tell her you love her, though I know you love me. Do this for your Mistress, please me with your obedience, show me true worship in your actions. Email me as soon as you can afterwards. Do you understand?"

Alan read through the email several times. He would do as his Mistress commanded and in doing so would have fully surrendered himself to her. His new life had now truly begun.

The End