It was a typical Saturday of March 2007 in the suburbs of New York for the Walsh family. Young Mark was in the family room sitting on the leather couch watching T.V. Mark was channel surfing and was keeping himself occupied with programs here and there. Mark’s parents, Adam and Danielle Walsh were in the kitchen and discussing how rude and out of control Mark was. Their uncontrollable son has been behaving unacceptable to his mother and father and was starting to affect their lives too in a negative way. The discussion was kept at a low tone as for Mark not to hear.
The discussion between the parents was becoming lengthy as Danielle kept asking Adam in a drawn out manner, “Why won’t your son do as I tell him?” She claims that,”Every time I ask him to clean up after himself of tidy his part of his bedroom either he totally ignores me or storms away from me?” Adam responded,”He’s always my son when he’s like this, not yours. I’ve talked to him but it’s no use any more. He just will not listen to you. Maybe we should talk to your sister, get him out the house to do chores at her place. Maybe he’ll grow up a little and get out of his poor attitude towards you and see how life could be and that right now he has it easy. You remember how Sean made a “360″ in his attitude towards Susan and she had him eating out of her hand just before the divorce.”
Danielle agreed that maybe the boy needed to take on responsibility. Danielle’s sister Susan was younger than her sister by 3 yrs. She was a stern, no nonsense woman and self established. She made a lot of money flipping houses when the market was good, but her persistence in jumping into this line of work caused her a divorce. Her then husband Sean Anderson tried to push her into not making this career decision and made Susan feel belittled and small. Susan vowed after the divorce that no man would ever be more domineering towards her as to never let this scenario happen again. Since then Susan has led a single carefree life and enjoying what she wants.
As Danielle and Adam’s discussion was coming to an end, their younger son Michael entered the kitchen. Michael who is 5 yrs. Younger than his brother Mark, came into the kitchen for snake break from playing video games upstairs in the boys’ bedroom. Both parents instantaneously changed their mood and asked Michael,”How are things.” Michael replied,”I did as you told me mom and my side of the bedroom is cleaned up and I’m playing video games.” Both parents couldn’t understand why Michael was the opposite of his brother Mark that always gave them a hard time and fought them tooth and nail.
At 3o’clock aunt Susan had dropped by to say hello and chit chat with her sister Danielle. Susan had announced that she had arrived and proceeded to the kitchen where her sister said,”I’m in here sis.” Both sisters had caught up on gossip and Danielle decided to tell her sister about Mark’s predicament. She told her sis that,”He thinks he’s so macho and doesn’t want to listen to either one of us. Maybe he could do some odds and ends at your place, knowing how you are. You could probably break him out of this way of thinking. We are about to send him to a military school and just give up on the matter.” The reason that Adam and Danielle came up with this idea was that just before the end of Susan’s divorce, she had her husband Sean eating out of her hand.
Susan told her sister,”Give me a couple of days and I’ll let you know.” Susan told Danielle that,”she would be back.” and Danielle said,”I’ll start with dinner.” As Susan left the room she entered the family room where Mark was still watching TV.. Susan knew how to make a dominant appearance and stood next to Mark. Susan was dressed in a brown blouse with a matching Brown pair of pants, dark suntan reinforced heel & toe stockings clad in black high heels.
Susan sat down on the “L” shaped leather couch and proceeded to take off her heels. Her nylon-clad feet were sweaty and tired from shopping and showing houses to potential buyers. As soon as she elevated her feet on the couch Mark yelled,” What are you doing, those things stink and are making me sick!” Susan was annoyed by the fact that he nearly screamed at her. Susan commented that,”They’re only feet, it’s not like they’re touching you.”
Susan wanted to push the envelope and see how much Mark disliked feet, so she lifted her right nylon-clad foot and poked Mark in his left ribs. As soon as the smelly foot made contact with his left side, he smacked her foot away with a forceful slap. Mark then yelled,”What’s wrong with you!”. He then turned the TV. off and stormed out the room saying,”That’s disgusting!”
After Mark stormed out of the room, a light went on inside Susan’s head. Susan remembered that just before her divorce she had read books about domination and the psyche of it, and dominant people always hold something over the other in the scenario. Susan knew her nephew hated feet and this wasn’t the first time with this reaction towards her. When she wore nylons her feet smelled more than usual, and this might be the one thing to put Mark in his place.
Susan thought about her close friend and business partner. Claire worked under Susan flipping houses, but Susan remembered that Claire stated on her resume that she had a bachelor’s degree in sociology and psychology. Susan also liked that she is open and always into new things and sometimes gets eccentric, but Susan thought this was alright because of her passed predicament and now she wants to enjoy life to its fullest. Susan also knew that Claire dabbled in the s/m scene at the clubs once or twice.
Susan picked up her cell phone and called her close friend Claire. Claire answered the phone, “Hey what’s up.” Susan asked, “I have a question about dominance and how to get someone in line using, let’s say an object.” Claire knew that she could talk to Susan about anything and that they both played off each other. She asked, “What’s with the question?” Susan said, “I want to know in depth, because if your education, can you make someone do something that they don’t want to by using an object or objects?”
Claire responded with, “That is a deep, far and wide subject, but yes. It’s sort of like torture in a different view. So to answer your question, of course you can, and most of the time it’s effective! What’s the matter, you want to torment your ex?” Susan in an angry tone, “No not that!@#$%, but I know someone that needs to be put in his place!” Claire started probing saying, “So it’s a he. If you want my help give me the low down.”
Susan took a breath then started, “My nephew Mark has an authority problem with his parents and with me. He does what he wants to when he wants to and his parents are pretty much done with him and want to send him to a military school. Today my sister told me that if he does chores at my place and sees the other side of the fence, then he might grow up and gain responsibility. Just before I called you I found out that Mark hates smelly feet with ferocity. So I was thinking if he gets out of hand at my place, then I could use my stinky feet to keep him in line since he is too big for me to chastise.”
Claire laughed to herself and told Susan that, “This could be done but you need help in disciplining Mark. I could be a great asset in this.” Claire had ulterior motives since she;
A) Could finally use her education
B) Explore the femdom side she liked so much
C) That it should be easy since Mark is young and naive and if need be, twist the psyche of him and others
D) Plus the situation was erotic and hot.
First off Claire told Susan,” Tell Danielle and Adam that you need a lot done at your place since work has had you tied up. Propose that you pick Mark up after school and on weekends.” Claire was determined to make these times of chores into sessions.
Susan agreed and said she would run this past Adam and Danielle. Susan said in a determined tone, “We have to make this work, Mark is killing his parents’ marriage and Adam and Danielle belong together.” In a Silly tone she said, “If not the parents would probably disown him.” When Claire heard this she had many visual thoughts in a matter of seconds. She took the last statement seriously and a hot flash came over her. Claire responded flustered, “I’m with you all the way girl.”
Susan said, “Goodbye” to Claire and then proceeded to walk to the kitchen to talk to Danielle. Since the phone call only took a couple of minutes, Danielle was none the wiser. Susan told Danielle that, “Giving Mark more responsibility sounds like a great idea and since work has her bogged down she could use his help. I could use him to run errands and run here and there for me.” Danielle thought that thus was fantastic and said, “When do you want him!” Susan remembered her last remark with Claire and with the seriousness of Daniel’s Statement, maybe they were about to disown Mark.
Susan told Danielle, “Starting Wednesday after school I could take him off your hands.” Danielle was elated because she knew that her sister was no nonsense, stern woman. Danielle hugged her sister and said, “I don’t know what Adam and I would have done, we were already looking at military schools and found a nice one for him.” Susan told her sister, “Don’t worry, I’ll try my best.”
Susan helped Danielle set the table for dinner. Danielle called Adam from outside, and Michael and Mark upstairs to come eat. Of course Mark was the last one to the table and sat opposite Susan. Conversations came and went until the topic of Mark arose. Susan could feel the tension at the table except for Michael who was only 11 yrs. old. Adam talked about possible military school and that Mark was incorrigible. He spoke of the two times he tried to run away from home but never made it too far since he had no money to eat. He also talked about his bad grades and one time the police came to the house with Adam stating that, “He was shoplifting and was caught and found with an illegal substance on him. The owner of the store does not want to press charges, but we are going to have to talk to him about the other.” Susan could sense that Adam was fed up with Mark and that he felt that things seemed to start heading in the wrong direction with Mark. Susan was taken back by all of this and gave Mark an irate look. Susan told Adam about the arrangement between Danielle and herself and that she would take Mark off their hands on weekends and after school. Mark protested knowing how strict his Aunt Susan is and that he just pissed her off in the family room before.
Adam asked Susan, “How can you keep my son under control?”. With that comment Susan slipped off her black high heeled shoe, exposing her moist nylon-clad foot and nudged Marks ankle under the table. Susan noticed Marks facial expression and just before Mark could yell something, Susan pointed her fork at Mark and said, “You just shut up little boy!” Adam and Danielle were surprised and impressed that Mark shut up, but mark knew no one would listen to his outlandish remark of his aunt’s foot. With everyone against him he thought he’d be in more trouble.
After dinner Adam and Danielle were happy about the arrangement and Susan knew she had some work ahead of her, but she had great help behind her.
Special thanks to Erosite for editing this story.
Summary: The story is about Anja, a chubby young woman who describes some of her sexual adventures and experiences during her student years. Bored by her boyfriend, who only varies foreplay but always plays the same role – the role of a gentle Romeo – she looks for variety. Perhaps inspired by stories, pictures, movies or personals ads, she decides to meet a dominant couple, with unexpected results.
Part I: Anja’s Growing Sexual Boredom Leads to a Decision
David was a kind boy without ostentation. His appearance or character could be exchanged with almost any other of my or his fellow students. During courses he played the role of a careerist. That means, his main objective was to pass his courses. He was always punctual. To avoid missing one of his courses by oversleeping, he set two alarm clocks. During his courses at university he was dressed in the style of his teachers. In his spare time, however, he adapted his clothing to his neighbors and was dressed more sloppily. I would say he played a more bohemian role. He pretended to have no money, drank cheap wine and chatted about art and philosophy. With me, he played the role of a “gentle Romeo.” I liked it, but “variety is spice of life.”
One evening I met David at the kitchen of the dormitory where I lived. I was making pancakes when he came into the kitchen to put away some groceries in his food locker. Smiling at me, he remarked, “Mmmm. It smells delicious. What are you cooking?”
”I am baking pancakes,” I answered with emphasize on the word “baking”.
David smiled, “What a coincidence. Pancakes are my favorite dish.” I invited him to eat with me, but unfortunately he had no time.
The next few days we met “coincidentally” more often in the kitchen. He would comment on the news on the radio, emphasize our similarities, show interest, address flattering or ambiguous remarks to me, and finally he invited me to dinner, “Have you got any plans for tomorrow? We could make pancakes together?” I agreed and we arranged to meet at the kitchen the next evening at 6. As planned, we baked pancakes and then ate them together. After washing up and putting the wet dishes into the dish dryer we went to my room. There we sat on the couch and watched TV.
“Coincidentally” he touched my back. It was an arousing feeling. Would he go further? After a while he got up and went to the toilet. What a pity. Coming back he took his place on my left again and wrapped his right arm around my waist. Pulling me close to him, he fondled my belly with his left hand, peered into my eyes and laughed wolfishly, “Mmm-mmm-mmmm.” He gently kissed my lips. While circling his tongue in my mouth his left hand tenderly caressed the inside of my nylon covered thighs, which caused me to moan. Getting progressively more vigorous he fondled and rubbed my belly, breasts and finally my pussy.
He unbuttoned my blouse and whispered in a deep voice, “Come on. Get undressed. Take off your blouse.” I obeyed and took off my blouse and dress and David got undressed, too. He pulled a condom over his hard cock while I took off my bra. He seems to prefer safe sex, I thought to myself, with rising horniness.
When I began to take off my stockings, he grinned and said, “You can leave them on. You can leave on your nylon stockings. They look good on you.” He seems to have a nylon fetish. But that is Ok. I like wearing stockings with my garter belt during sex. They make me feel a little bit slutty. Will he treat me like a slut? Should I tell him that when wearing stockings I have always had successful anal, orgasming without touching my clitoris?
While I pulled my stockings back up, he hugged me from behind, kissed my neck and caressed the inside of my thighs, my breasts and then rubbed my pussy. Pressing his stiff cock between my butt cheeks, he guided me to the bedroom. There he gently pushed me onto the bed and said, “Lie down, please. On your back. Legs apart.” He laid himself next to me and caressed my pussy until it got wet. Then he knelt between my legs, laid on me and slowly and gently slid his cock into my pussy and fucked me. I would more accurately say he fucked me in a 4/4-step with accent on the first stroke. Getting progressively more vigorous he then fucked me harder and rougher.
After a while he stopped abruptly and commanded, “And now from behind. Come on. Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.” I obediently positioned myself like a dog and presented my pussy for penetration. David knelt behind me and placed the tip of his cock against my wet labia. In one motion, he pushed his entire length inside and fucked me hard again.
A while later he withdrew and lay on his back and said, “Now it’s your turn. Sit on me.” Exhausted, I rode on his cock until he ordered, “Enough. Now lie down. On your back, again. Legs up. Lift your legs. Put your legs on my shoulders.” He then leaned his body against my legs, pushing them to my ears and fucked me – in and out – until he climaxed. Satisfied, he pulled his cock out, laid himself on his back and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
I grinned and whispered, “Mmmm. That was nice.” David got up and went to the sink to remove the used condom and wash his cock.
Second round – the oral game.
After drying his cock David took his place on my left again and wrapped his right arm around my waist. Pulling me close to him, he peered into my eyes and laughed wolfishly as he had before, “Mmm-mmm-mmmm.” While fondling my bare pussy, David kissed my nipples and finally my pussy, which made me moan.
Suddenly, David took a pillow, laid it on the floor, knelt down between my legs, peered up, smiled and kissed my pussy again. He gently circled his tongue on my clit before he started to lick me more boldly. With every exhalation he moved his tongue vigorously up through my swollen lips. He plowed my pussy with his tongue for several minutes. Then he peered up again, smiled and asked, “Do you like it?” Not waiting for an answer, he again circled his tongue on my clit. I moaned and arched my back as I climaxed.
Satisfied, I pulled David back on the couch, “Hmm. Thank you very much. That was wonderful. But now it’s my turn.” Submissively I knelt down on the pillow between his legs and grabbed his cock. I gently pulled back his foreskin all the way, revealing the moist, dark pink skin. I licked and kissed the tip like it was an ice cream cone. It tasted a little bit soapy, but I liked it. Then I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking. Aroused, I moved my head up and down, and when he started to moan I went faster, finally swallowing his spurtings.
David seduced me several times thereafter. He had other strategies, in addition to fondling on the couch:
“Oily massage” foreplay
The next day I sat at my writing desk. David stood behind me and began massaging my shoulders. “Tense shoulders, fancy a massage?” he asked.
“Mmm, why not?” I replied.
After rubbing and kneading my shoulders for a while, David whispered, “Your shoulders are quite tense. Come on. Take off your blouse. I’ll give you a real massage.”
I declined with thanks, “No thank you. That is not necessary.”
But David kept up, “Come on. I have a very good lotion.”
I finally agreed and David said, “Mmm. Nice. I would suggest you lie face down on the couch, on your stomach, while I go and get the promised good lotion.”
I obeyed, took off my blouse and laid myself face down on the couch. David fetched the lotion, took off his pullover and trousers and sat down on my buttocks. He poured some lotion on my back and started rubbing and kneading my back. “How do you like it?” he asked me. “Do you like it more gentle,” David kneaded my muscles more strongly, “… or would you rather have it more rough and dominant?”
I moaned approval for the latter.
After a while David kneaded my bum cheeks before he started with the same procedure as the day before: “Get on your hands and knees, turn around, lie down on your back, legs apart, legs up, lift your legs, put your legs on my shoulders …”
“Passionate welcome hug” foreplay
The next Friday I had another date with David. Waiting for him, I took a shower and dressed in a sexy outfit with nylon stockings and pumps. Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was David. He smiled as he saw me and said, “Hello, have you missed me?” After closing the door he looked at me and asked, “New stockings? Mmmm. Nice.”
David hugged me passionately and kissed my lips. After a while he turned me around, hugged me from behind and started to undress me. Feeling my wet pussy he ordered, “Bend down.” I obeyed and got fucked from behind right there just inside the door before David led me to the bedroom for more sex play.
“Let’s take a nap” foreplay
Another time I yawned. “Tired?” asked David with a grin on his face. “You look tired. Come on. Let’s take a nap.” Knowing that David wanted to fuck me, I went to the bedroom with him, and we undressed and got in bed. We lay spooning under the sheets, his hardening cock pressing against my butt cheeks. His hands massaged my breasts, belly and finally my pussy before he fucked me.
The sex with David was good. I liked it when he played the role of a “gentle Romeo”. But Gossen’s First Law – marginal utility diminishes with every additional consumed unit – applies to sex as well. After a while – like the hero in Richard Wagner’s opera Tannhäuser – I was looking for variety. Inspired perhaps by jokes, stories, pictures, movies, interviews or personals columns, I wanted to try new sexual experiences. I googled terms like “sex” and “spanking,” read erotic stories, and watched porn movies and spanking movies.
I must say that I like porn movies and find them inspiring, even hypnotizing. Staring at a cock ramming in and out of a mouth, a pussy or an asshole induces a hypnotic trance. In this state, my mind is open and receptive to suggestions. Especially to the suggestions of the female actor that is moaning and screaming how horny it is to behave and to be treated like a whore. After a few minutes I feel like putting on my slutty black nylon stockings and being used like the female actor in the video: I want to kneel down and suck dick or I want to present my ass either for rough fucking or even a hard spanking.
I was especially fascinated by the statement of a spanking model: “I love getting spanked. I like pain. I like the endorphin rush I get after experiencing pain. I like being submissive, but I think most of all my love for spanking is that I simply like having my bum played with.” I fantasized about getting the endorphin rush and playing a submissive role; I wanted to be dominated, spanked, whipped and caned.
I thought about how to convince David to satisfy my submissive cravings. Should I choose a direct strategy and tell him: “Darling, I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of being spanked. Would you like to give my little hiney a nice hard spanking? Come on. I have been a bad girl. I smoked.” Or should I just just tell him that I have been a naughty girl and that I need a spanking right now? Maybe I could inspire him with ordinary household items like a cooking spoon or a belt: “Mmmm. Nice cooking spoon (or belt). I wonder how it would feel on my butt. Come on, I feel like taking a paddling.” Maybe I could watch a spanking movie with him and tell him that spanking movies are inspiring, even hypnotizing to me.
But would David feel like giving me a hard spanking for his pleasure? Is he a dominant and sadistic character anyway? I could read aloud to David some S&M personals advertisements like “Dominant man is looking for a submissive woman to spank her butt,” and ask him if he also likes spanking submissive women. But I was too shy to talk with David about my fantasies. Furthermore, I didn’t want to be spanked by somebody who isn’t a little bit sadistic and enjoys hurting me. I decided to answer an S&M ad.
(See Anja: Part II)