Enthralled and Enslaved

I came home one Sunday afternoon late in May to find my college roommate Dave frantically cleaning up the ever-present traces of the ongoing party that was our life apart from token efforts at studying.

"My step-mom is going to be here in less than an hour", he fretted while sweeping up a pile of bottle caps from under the coffee table."I'll want you to be on your best behavior. I told you what she's like and I don't want any trouble. None of your smart ass remarks or innuendos."

He had indeed told me what "she" was like, a woman in her late thirties married to his father, twenty years her senior, very strict, judgmental and domineering. It pained Dave to even talk about her. Beyond that I didn't know much other than she had once been a Marine Corps drill sergeant, was now a high school principal and would be attending a week-long conference at the university.

Dave was taking a bag of trash to the dumpster out back when the doorbell rang so it took it upon myself to answer the door and greet the infamous harridan myself. I swung the door open and was frozen in my tracks by a pair of emerald eyes under arching dark brows set in an attractive oval face wearing the expression of one whose authority ought not be questioned. Her dark hair was drawn up in a tight bun. My eyes wandered downward, I couldn't help looking her over, checking her out. She was about average height, a bit plump but in a voluptuous way, her curves hugged by a tight, short skirted black dress with neckline scooped to show cleavage, black net stockings on her shapely tapered legs, black spike heeled pumps on her feet. I looked into her eyes again, returned her stare for a moment but I blinked first and looked away flustered. I had expected someone prim and buttoned down and moralistic not sultry and alluring. She held her appraising, riveting stare, taking me in, a blond, muscular six footer in tank top, cut off blue jeans and sandals. I felt naked and a thrill ran through me, one like I had never felt before.

I found myself tongue tied at first but managed to stammer "p-p-lease come in" and then "I'm Steve and you are?"

"Mrs.Berg to you for now but it might be Julia later if you show me respect'."

She entered and I followed taking a deep breath to regain my composure. Dave returned from out back just then.

"So David, this is the palace we're paying for you to live in," she said, casting a critical eye around the hastily cleaned up living room. "I just hope you're keeping your peter in your pants like I told you."

Dave flushed and grimaced and then asked her to please just sit down. She inspected the sofa briefly and took what seemed to her to be the cleanest end. Dave joined her on the couch and I took a chair opposite her.

She continued: "I know what young boys like you can be up to when there's nobody around to keep an eye on you. I told your father nineteen was too young for you to be unsupervised. And this specimen, who I presume is you roommate, looks at me like he wants me to take my clothes off. Is that what you want...specimen?"

I couldn't help myself. Some sudden urge to spite and provoke her took hold of me. I grinned and blurted out "Well, we like to encourage free expression around here...Julia!"

Dave slapped his forehead and covered his face with his hand. Her eyes stabbed me again briefly and a hint of a leer crossed her face while Dave sat looking at the floor. But she let my remark it pass, turned to Dave and lapsed into small talk about routine family matters, ignoring me for the most part except for the occasional piercing, knowing, glance when Dave wasn't looking. And each glance, though brief, made me feel naked again and I fidgeted in my chair.

She dispatched Dave to the kitchen to make coffee and prepare a snack for her and while he was away she turned to me. "Come out to the car with me specimen...I mean Stephen. I have some things I've brought for David you can help me carry in." I snapped to my feet to follow as if compelled by a will other than my own. It alarmed me a bit so I put a smirk across my face and held it there to keep up appearances.

When we got to the car she found a scrap of paper and a pen, scribbled something on it and handed it to me. "I'm staying at this hotel downtown. I'll expect you there at 7 PM. I think we need to talk about how you might change this attitude you have toward authority." I gave the paper a token glance, curled my lip in contempt.

"Oh yeah right Julia. Sure. I'm there, seven sharp." I crumbled the paper and tossed it away with a sniff. "Don't hold your breath...Mrs. Berg." But I had read it and did know where to go.

"Well I'll be there waiting for you. You'll come if you know what's good for you. I let your impudent remark pass because I didn't want a scene but I don't tolerate disrespect and I can see to it there will be consequences. I know people in the university administration The way you appear to be corrupting my stepson could land you in some trouble. Now pick up that big box there and carry it in!" I complied, feeling compelled once again. I had let my guard down for a moment and was rattled by how I reflexively responded to her tone of command. My sweating palms and racing heart belied my spiteful facade.

She stayed until about six o'clock. Most of the visit consisted of her lecturing Dave about curbing his sex drive. Those eyes bored into me one more time as she left. I felt a tingle of excitement but shrugged it off, not sure what to make of it.

At first I tried to dismiss her "invitation" but a compulsion took hold of me rooted in a secret longing I had suppressed all my short life, one this domineering woman had brought to the surface. At about six thirty I picked up a couple of my textbooks and told Dave I was going to the library. It was open seven days a week so students could study for finals so my excuse for leaving was plausible. The hotel was within walking distance for a young man who didn't mind a hike and I made it there about five minutes after seven. I took the elevator to the top floor, found the room and knocked. The door was slightly ajar as if I was expected. I heard her say "come in".

She was dressed as before and sitting in an armchair next to the bed with a glass of red wine in her hand and there was a bottle and another glass on the sideboard. Green lasers seemed to burn twin holes through me.

"You're late!"

"Late? You're not the boss of me lady. I didn't have to come here at all."

"Well just get yourself a glass of wine and sit down. We might just as well relax. There's a lot to talk about. It's your future at stake Stephen."

"But I'm only nineteen, under age. Aren't you trying to corrupt me now?"

"I'm sure that's a big concern to you considering the reek of stale beer in that dump you live in."

"OK Julia, I'll take you up on that glass of wine but don't get any big ideas about 'reforming' me. I don't know who the hell you think you are." I smirked. "Why don't we pick up where we left off earlier, about you taking off your clothes?" I clung to my facade but my grip was slipping.

I stepped over to the sideboard and reached for the wine bottle. My back was to her. Without warning I felt a hand grab each of my wrists and pull them behind my back. There was a click and my hands were bound. She shoved me forward so I bent over the sideboard. I struggled but was shocked at the strength hidden beneath those seemingly soft feminine curves. Before I knew it my belt was undone and my cutoff jeans were yanked down around my ankles. Somehow she twisted belt and shorts together to bind my ankles tight. She spun me around and shoved me toward the foot of the bed tripping me so I fell belly down with my knees on the floor. I felt a gouge into the back of my neck as she ground the spike heel of her shoe into it, forcing my face down against the mattress. I realized "plump" wasn't the word to describe her. Under those curves were hard muscles and she handled me with such ease she must have known something of martial arts.

"So you want to learn manners hard way then? Very well!" I twisted and writhed but only got more gouging from her heel into my neck in a spot that brought burning pain. I caught a glimpse of her right hand holding a short thin black whip. There was a whooshing sound and a white hot line of pain seared me across the buttocks. I cried out and struggled harder but the whip fell again and then again, making me blurt out apologies and plead with her to stop.

"You had your chance. I'll stop when I think your apology is sincere young man!" With that the strokes began to fall one after another with increasing force and cadence. My pleas fell on deaf ears, even seemed to incite her but finally when I despaired of the pain ever ending and broke down into hopeless sobbing she stopped. My ass felt on fire. I heard her breathing heavily, winded from laying the whip to me so hard and long. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back a bit so I knelt near the foot of the bed. Slipping in front of me she stood in the small space between and hiked up her skirt.

She wore no panties, just garters to hold up her stockings. With another tug on my hair she pressed my face into the thick black wedge of hair between her thighs. Her bush was soaked in sweat from her efforts with the whip and redolent with the feral musk of her womanhood. She rolled her hips forward passing her wet cunt over my face a couple of times before lying back on the bed and pulling me forward so my face was buried in her lush oozing crevice.

"Now lick it! Show me you've learned your manners!"

I put up some token resistance at first but the scent and taste of her dizzied and thrilled me. My cock stiffened to wood. I yielded to her. And I realized my suppressed longing had come to its fulfillment. I wanted this, had long yearned for it, for a woman like her to take command of me and make me serve her pleasure this way. I could tell she sensed my surrender and it pleased and inflamed her.

There was another secret I kept. I was a virgin. Most guys my age claimed to have "known woman" and so did I but the truth was I had reached nineteen with only a bit of necking and petting on my sexual resume. So I had no clue how to please her, I could only do what I could to express my submission and accept her guidance and instruction. I laved my tongue about between her legs aimlessly at first but she soon had me probing my tongue deep in her vagina as she drove her mount hard against my face.

"Like that! Deep inside me! Good! Yes!"

Then she pushed my head back a bit and I saw her cunt in the glory of its arousal and at its top the hot pink orb. It was what she wanted me to see. "See it there? My clit! Lick it! Suck it!" I leaned forward and engulfed it in my eager mouth laying my tongue to it with a passion while closing my lips on it too, massaging it between them. Her hips rolled in soft undulations and she lapsed into giddy babbling, transported. Then firm muscular thighs clamped my head hard between them as great shudder passed over her and a primal wail of ecstasy rang out. With a deep sigh of animal satisfaction she went limp, seemingly unconscious. Overcome with adoration, I planted a few tender kisses inside her thighs and over her mount and then rested my head against her hairy wetness awaiting her next wish, not wanting to disturb her afterglow.

After awhile she sat up and pushed me backward so I knelt at her feet. I kept my head bowed as my mind reeled. My cock was like iron and my heart raced but I didn't dare make a move toward her.

"You wanted this didn't you? So brash, so insolent! You put on a good act but I saw it through it. You wanted to provoke me so I would take you in hand and make you submit. I wonder if you even knew it yourself at first. Trust me young thing I wanted it too the moment I saw you. I knew you were the one I've been looking for, and for so long. I bet you're a virgin too aren't you?"

I nodded, knowing it was futile to lie and wanting to lay myself bare to her anyway.

"Excellent, perfect! You're clay to be molded. I have my own confession to make. I've never done this before either. I'm no virgin,of course. I've done my share of fucking, mostly flings and short affairs. And I haven't been above fucking a man once in awhile to get what I wanted from him. My husband is an impotent cold old fish but his money keeps me in the way I like. Every time I tried to be my real self with a man he would run like a scared rabbit as soon I tried to make him eat my pussy. I guess I'm a virgin too in that way. Would you believe that was the first time I've ever been sucked properly? I've carried the whip and cuffs with me everywhere just on the off chance of finding someone like you but I had almost given up hope. Then that door opened and there you were. All those years of fantasizing and masturbating are behind me now. It's time to make it real. If you've had any plans for your life forget them young thing. You're mine now.

She had me turn around and unlocked the cuffs, then ordered me to undress. I shed my shirt and shorts and knelt before her again, naked in body, mind and soul. She said I was hers and from that moment I wanted nothing more.

"Help me out of these clothes now. It's hot in here and we've got so much more to do tonight."

She turned and I unzipped the dress and slipped it off of her, then undid garters and stockings. When she was naked she slipped back into her pumps and stepped back from me a few feet as I remained there on my knees. Her nudity revealed her as a classic beauty. I drank in the sight of her, creamy skin, lovely curves, full breasts with large dark nipples. She posed herself proudly, turning slowly, assuming different postures to exhibit her womanly charms, whip in hand. There was a muscular grace in her every movement. I knew the muscles of a tigress rippled beneath her feminine softness. My cock jutted forth all the harder and my balls ached. She smiled as she stared down at my pulsing organ.

"You like what you see don't you. Men always do. I've never had any trouble seducing one to get my way. But they've all been the same until now. They just want to come, never giving a thought to my pleasure. But you my darling will come to know this body intimately. All the dreams of pleasure I've had over so many years will come true with you. Funny how my own body is still a mystery to me in many ways. I'll teach you and learn about myself too as we go along. I suppose you want to come now. Maybe you will, or not! We'll see. For now just obey and please me and you may have hope. Now come here and kiss my feet!"

Her tone of command turned me to jelly. I flung myself down and showered kisses with lips and tongue over her shoes and insteps, eager to grovel for her.

"Yes! Lick the shoes! Shine them up for me!" I slobbered spit over the leather then licked until it shone bright. I dared to kiss higher up her leg, hoping to know more of her womanliness, praying I could taste her once more. She permitted it, moving her leg a bit in seeming encouragement so I worked my way slowly higher, up to her calves and her knees circling around her. She set her feet apart a bit as I made my way up her thighs, lingering there adoring their comely shape, running my lips around and between them. My mouth pressed against her hip, level with her cunt and I made a small move toward it but instead she guided my to her rear pressing my face into the exquisite firm softness of her left cheek.

"Kiss it! Everywhere! Every inch!"

I set about my duty, dizzy with longing, finding heaven in her swelling curves. Her skin was silken soft. I kissed my way across her ass above her crack and completed my adoration of her other cheek. She reached behind her with both hands, took my head and guided my face into her cleft. Guessing at her wishes I licked it up and down. With one hand she pushed my head lower, then with both hands she spread herself and wiggled her behind backward pressing her anus against my lips.

"Hold me apart!" I took a cheek in each hand and spread her so she could lean forward with hands on knees, forcing her ass against my face.

"Now lick! Get your tongue in there! Clean me!"

At once repulsed and enthralled I bored in with my tongue to do her bidding. The rank scent of her unwashed crack was perfume to me. Unbidden, I ran my tongue up and down it, loving the salty musk I found there. She moaned her approval.

"Now down to my hole. Get your tongue inside me!"

Stiffening my tongue and projecting it as far as it would go, I leaned in to probe deep, showing a hungry passion for the taste of her, desperate to please. She was soiled as might be expected after a normal day and I searched every nook and crevice of her vortex for what flakes and smears lingered there until she was spotless. Then she opened herself letting my tongue in deeper, past the inner rim of her anus and I swabbed out what clung there. It was rich on my tongue.

"Am I clean now?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then lick me more. It feels so good! I've always wanted to feel a tongue in there but I never imagined it would feel this good! Come on!"

I bored in again, wriggling my tongue in and out but it tired and I paused a moment, unable to continue. There was a whoosh and her whip stung me across the hip and again and again. I tried but couldn't keep going even with repeated lashing. Frustrated, she grabbed my hair and dragged me to the bed. I was a rag doll in her hand, light and compliant. After pulling me unto my back and sprawling me full length she straddled my face while leaning forward on the headboard. Again I saw her rampant cunt hovering above me and below it the dark brown pucker of her anus, twitching in anticipation.

"Stick your tongue out! Straight up! Now!" I obeyed, straining to extend my tongue as far as it would go and make it stiff. She settled down to anally impale herself on it then ground and gyrated. I forced my head upward to give her maximum penetration, contrite over my earlier failure. She rode me until she reached her moment and rolled her hips, rubbing her wet cunt over my face as she worked backward to press her clitoris against my lips. I knew what to do. It took seconds. She stiffened, convulsed, gave out a deep breathy moan of brute satisfaction and gushed a salty wetness that filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, intoxicated, and I knew I would have a thirst from then on that only one thing could quench.

Presently she moved backward, straddling my waist. She looked down at me, her eyes now soft with affection.

"What orgasms! So deep! Brutish! Some men have managed to make me come but never like that. Did I ever gush! I've heard about it and read about it but I've never had it happen."

"I swallowed it. I loved it. Please let me have more!"

"Oh you'll have your fill and more trust me. I've never known what it's like to be really satisfied. I can't let you go unrewarded for what you've given me tonight Stephen. It might just be time to take care of that virginity problem of yours. Would you like that?"

"Oh god, please yes!"

Pulling the pins from her hair she let it fall in a raven cascade over her shoulders and breasts. She slid back until her hips were below my cock and took it in her hand, stroking it softly, eyes glinting, gloating over it. I writhed in longing at her touch.

"It's lovely and never used and it's mine. God I'm going to enjoy this! Now here's what it's like to be inside a woman!"

Shifting forward she aligned herself and enveloped me. My organ entered a warm wet softness that felt so good it frightened me. I knew I would be forever helpless to resist it, would do anything for it. For her to deny it to me would be worse torment by far than her whip. She raised and lowered herself in a soft rhythm, running the silken walls of her vagina up and down my shaft making me squirm and thrust upward. But when I did that she stopped and only began again when I lay still. I shuddered, helpless. Increasing her cadence she added a clutching of her pocket on my pole, squeezing and releasing as she moved up and down. I felt the first twinge of coming but she sensed it too and stopped, leaving me gasping. Several more times she took me to the brink and pulled me back. I begged but she just smiled and continued, torturing me with pleasure. Then it was time. I saw her reach behind and felt her grab my aching balls, giving them a hard squeeze as she continued her maddening caresses on my cock.