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A Slackers Tale Ch. 01

By: caradoc1960



Rick woke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight shining through the open blinds of the windows in his front room, where he had fallen asleep on the couch. He slowly stretched his arms out to try to shake the numbness that had settled in his hands and wrists. Sitting up slowly, he glanced at the screen on his open laptop and smiled at the sight of the images he had downloaded and stored in a file before he had dozed off.

The previous evening had been the last shift in his 6 day week at the warehouse where he had worked for the last 4 years, and he had cycled the 10km home and at about 7am sat down with a large cup of tea, and a joint and gone on line.

He had a good collection of photo's now. The internet had opened up a whole new world for Rick. When he had been a teenager back in the 80's, finding information and photos about his particular interest had been very difficult for a lad growing up in a small industrial town in South Wales.

In fact it had almost been impossible.

The years had passed and now, things had changed. He now lived in London where the scene was much different. The internet had blossomed and kept supplying an almost never ending amount of images, stories and experiences. Also, it seemed to Rick, there had been a shift in society and now people were much more open and in your face about their sexuality. Rick was a little too shy and private to be too open about his particular kinks and fantasies, so he generally stayed in the background, but really enjoyed the parties and the occasional opportunities they presented.

He leaned forward closed his laptop and stood slowly, at 44 years old his creaking knees and the ache in his back was a little disturbing, but after a lifetime of falling off bicycles , horses and more recently motorbikes, 5 years of badly played rugby and generally not looking after himself, he thought he was doing o.k. Well, if carrying perhaps an excess 3 or 4 kg was o.k.

He glanced at his wristwatch and saw it was almost 1pm. Time to smoke a quick weed joint and get a few hours' sleep. He had some days free before he was back at work and he liked to try to get into a normal sleep pattern before his next early shift which was in 4 days. A joint always helped. So he set the alarm on his stereo to wake him with some music at 5pm, finished his smoke, moved his tired legs to the bedroom, stripped down to his boxers, lay down and was gone.

The ringing of his doorbell was a little bit confusing and Rick's use of a joint before sleeping only added to his grogginess as he slowly climbed out of his bed and glanced at the bedroom clock.

"Shit..."

It was only just after 2pm. The doorbell rang again and Rick realised that he was not going to get any rescue from whoever was demanding his attention.

"Yes, okay, I'm coming..." he shouted in the general direction of his front door as he stumbled over his discarded clothes. He didn't even check the spyhole before he just pulled open the door.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I was asleep and ..."

The young woman standing at his door was looking at him with an expression on her face that conveyed a mixture of surprise and amusement. She stood a good head shorter than Ricks 1,84m and was crowned with a head of dark brown hair which was cut in some sort of short style which Rick really liked. The rest of her body was covered all the way down to her knees by some sort of huge olive green winter coat that could have come from the wardrobe department at M*A*S*H. Baggy jeans appearing out of the bottom of her coat tucked into small black boots. 

He took in that she had said something and looked at her face, saw a very beautiful pair of brown eyes looking at him. 

"Oh... I'm very sorry I didn't know you were asleep. I'm your new neighbour from the apartment upstairs, I just moved in this week and..."

As the unfinished sentence hung in the air Ricks first thought was that he couldn't place her accent, then he sensed that she was doing her best not to look down at his waist where he was only wearing a pair of shorts and..

Christ! He had an erection! The front of his pale blue boxers was sticking out and pointing directly at his visitor! He felt his cheeks starting to turn crimson, panicked, stepped to one side and hid behind the still open door. He took a deep breath to try to contain his panic. He glanced down at his still hard penis willing it to subside, and keeping his body behind the door he stuck his head around the door edge.

She had not moved and there was a smile on her beautiful elfin face that in Ricks mind implied mischief and delight. She stared straight into his eyes.

"Please, I'm sorry for waking you, my name is Pia and I have just moved into the apartment above you, I was hoping I could ask you a favour, but I think maybe now is not the right time?"

Her grin was definitely full of mischief now.

Rick remembered his manners, returned the smile, reached around the door and offered his hand.

"Don't worry about the sleeping thing, you weren't going to know that. I'm Rick." 

She accepted his handshake and he felt her small delicate hand give surprising strength. He felt his erection rubbing through the material of his boxers against the back of the door. Hell! It couldn't get any harder could it? Keeping hold of his hand and staring directly into his eyes she said

"I hope that we haven't got off on the wrong foot Rick, I've only been in the country for a few days and I don't want to start upsetting people already."

Rick felt himself blushing again and hoped that he didn't look as stupid as he felt.

"No of course not, it was my fault, I should have put more clothes on before I answered the door. It's very nice to meet you Pia, and please, I am so sorry about opening the door in that state."

She slowly released his hand. "That's a nice tattoo, pretty colours."

It was his first, and he had only had it for about three months and was very pleased with it. There was a 10cm long seahorse alongside an ammonite placed on the inside of his right forearm. The Dutch artist had not been cheap but the quality was top notch.

"Thank you, its fairly new." He slowly withdrew his naked arm back to the shelter of his door.

"So how can I help Pia?"

"Well, I've only been here for a few days and I'm still waiting for my internet and phone connection and I really need to check my email for some messages for my work. Would it be o.k. if I just used your computer for a couple of minutes just to check my mail?" 

There was that accent again, Rick knew it wasn't Dutch, he had previously lived in Amsterdam for just over a year and spent several weekends there every year and he was sure she wasn't from Holland. Maybe German? No, her accent was too soft, something to ask later. He looked back into his living room to check what sort of state it was in, no dirty underwear hanging of the back of a chair, no take away cartons and no dirty dishes. Not too bad.

"Yes, sure, you will just have to give me a minute to put some clothes on and if you want, I'll make some tea, or coffee while you're on line."

He was very aware of his cock straining against his shorts and hoped that she would wait in the hall while he went to put on something, he knew it would be rude to close the door in her face and expect her to wait in the corridor. He felt so stupid because he could not decide. It seemed to him that the adult decision process had left him temporarily.

She made the decision for him. Taking two steps Pia was past him, and the door he was using as a shield. She paused and looked around his living room.

Rick knew that now was the moment he needed to close the door and turn and walk down the short corridor behind him to his bedroom and get some more clothes. 

"Be right back," he called over his shoulder as he pushed his front door closed and almost ran the few steps to the safety of his bedroom. He thought he felt her gaze on his semi naked back as he reached the room. As he hastily donned some sweatpants and a t-shirt from a pile of clean clothing in the corner of his room he considered his new neighbour. Rick had a terrible memory for names, but he made up for that by being very good with faces. On several occasions he had been introduced to a stranger and two minutes later he would have to embarrassingly ask their name again. Faces were another matter. He could look at someone in the street and knew that he had met or seen them before. Sometimes he would remember very quickly where or when and sometimes the memory never returned. He had a feeling he had seen her before but the memory felt distant, far away.

He shook his head and abandoned the thought and instead tried with willpower to shrink his now even harder cock. But it seemed the more embarrassment he felt the harder his dick became. He hoped the long baggy t-shirt would cover any further evidence of his arousal. He checked himself in a mirror fixed to the back of the bedroom door and was happy to see that his erection was hidden by his t-shirt, took a deep breath and went back to his living room.

"Okay, let's get you on line and I will make something to drink for us."

It was lucky for Rick that he was not already carrying the drinks because he would certainly have dropped them when he saw what Pia was doing. She was sitting on the couch with his laptop open on the coffee table in front of her. On the screen was an open file of jpeg's that Rick had been using earlier that morning. All the files were displayed as medium size thumbnails so that she could see without any problem what the pictures showed.

"No, noooo... that's not right, where the hell did they come from?"

Rick knew how stupid that sounded before he had finished the sentence.

Pia looked over her shoulder at him, her big brown eyes and beautiful smile washing over him. Rick had expected her to be angry, or maybe just a little upset but it seemed this woman was made of different stuff.

"When I saw your laptop on the table I noticed that it was powered up and I thought I could make a start on my emails while you were making yourself more, ... comfortable."

She seemed to emphasis the word comfortable and her eyes dropped down to Rick's crotch for the briefest of moments and then her gaze was back on his face again.

"I have no problem with these," she waived her hand towards the still open file on the laptop, "I should have waited for you to return and for that I am really sorry." She stood and Rick noticed that she had removed her coat and was wearing an old faded Pink Floyd The Wall t-shirt.

"Maybe its best that I leave and let you get your rest." She went to pick up her coat from the back of the couch where she had thrown it.

"No please stay, just let me deal with this." He walked around the couch to where the laptop sat on the coffee table leaned over, closed the file and opened his web browser. He was immediately aware of his proximity to this strange woman as she had not moved while he adjusted the computer, he was forced to twist and almost bow to her while he worked. As he stood he glanced at the floor, saw that Pia had removed her boots and was just wearing white socks. He stood, careful not to brush against his unmoving visitor.

"If I haven't embarrassed you too much or scared you, please stay, I would be happy for you to use my computer and maybe, just maybe, have a cup of tea with me?"

Pia cocked her head and stared at him, Rick thought she looked like some sort of rock n' roll version of an elf, he noticed the shape of her small breasts, the small points of nipples under her baggy Floyd shirt. He sensed that she also saw that he was looking. He blushed again. There was a pause, it seemed to Rick that he was being evaluated, looked over.

"No Rick, you have not embarrassed me. And you definitely have not scared me." Pia slowly shook her head as she said this, and then, the smile was back. "I would like a coffee, white no sugar."

A Slackers Tale Ch. 02



About 20 minutes later Rick had nothing left to occupy himself. He had changed from the hastily donned sweatpants and t-shirt into jeans and yet another, this time clean, t-shirt. He had made a coffee for Pia and himself and had cleaned away the clutter that always seemed to live on the coffee table including an ashtray that he noticed still had the remains of his early morning joint. He had silently cursed to himself when he saw the joint roach on display. It was the problem of the slacker. The more weed he smoked the more careless he became, and he kept promising himself that he would tidy away all the evidence of his smoking every time. But that was a promise rarely kept by slackers like him.

He did not know what to do with himself. When he had placed Pia's coffee on the table she had looked up from the computer, smiled at him, nodded her head and without saying a word returned her attention to the screen. While he had tidied up the coffee table she had paid him no attention. Rick just wandered around his flat picking up little things, putting them away just trying to stay busy while this stranger was using his computer. At least his erection had subsided but still, he felt very uncomfortable.

This was not new for him. He had become more socially awkward over the last couple of years. In truth he never been a very confident person in social situations and since the breakup of his previous relationship 2 years ago, his confidence level remained quite low. He felt it most with strangers. Even more with pretty women, and she was definitely pretty, very pretty as far as Rick was a judge.

He returned to the living room from yet another visit to his bedroom in a vain attempt at keeping busy and glanced over Pia's shoulder at the laptop screen and saw that she was closing down her email link.

"Everything o.k.?" 

Pia looked over her shoulder, smiled her beautiful smile and clapped her hands together with a smack which almost made Rick jump.

"Yep, everything is good, they don't need me to come in to the office until Monday so I have a few days off. I will be able to sort out all my stuff before I start work, which will be great."

Rick had walked around to the front of the couch so he was standing in front of the still seated Pia with just the coffee table between them. She leaned back into the couch, lifted her arms up as if in surrender, tilted her head and arched her back as she stretched. Rick took the opportunity to look at the outline of her breasts and nipples as her shirt stretched tight. He really liked women with small breasts, in fact he liked small women best of all. Richard felt a stirring in his crotch again and hastily tried to banish all thoughts of small beautiful women from his mind.

That was very difficult just now.

Pia let her arms drop down to her lap, let out a long breath and relaxed. She looked up at Rick still standing by the coffee table and patted the seat cushion next to her.

"Why don´t you sit down Rick? You don't look comfortable just standing there like that."

He obeyed. When, later, Rick thought back to this first meeting with Pia, he appreciated that he had actually done that. He had obeyed. 

He took the vacant spot on his couch and sat with his hands resting on his knees, and glanced at the desktop on his still open laptop. At least that was decent. The photo was one that he had taken on his last visit to Amsterdam and was a deserted street scene on a very early mist shrouded morning.

"I like that photograph." Pia pointed at the screen. "Did you take that?" .

"Yeah, that was a 3 or 4 weeks ago when I was there last. It was early in the morning before the cleaners come out to work and there weren't many people about."

Pia cocked her head slightly and seemed to examine the photo more closely.

"I think I recognise that street. Is it the one with all the coffee shops just off the big square?"

Rick was surprised, again. This was turning into a day full of surprises for him.

"Yes, that's the Warmoestraat, looking down towards Dam square, have you been there?"

Pia took her eyes away from the screen and looked at Rick.

"Oh yes, many times. I think that the last time was about 4 weeks ago." A look of delight lit up her face as she continued. "Maybe we were there at the same time!" Her head rocked back as she laughed for a moment. "What do you think? What date were you there?"

Rick thought for a moment. "I think it was the last weekend of the month, umm... yep, that was it, I went straight from work on the Friday morning and flew back Monday lunchtime." Sometimes thought Rick, it's very useful having his shift system. Every 6 or 7 weeks his time off coincided with weekends so he was able to attend the parties that the scene offered in Amsterdam. He loved Amsterdam, the city centre was beautiful, but more importantly to Rick it was the freedom the city offered that excited him even more. But he was not going to talk about that freedom with Pia. "I was lucky the weather was really good and I could take lots of photos."

"We were there at the same time!" Pia laughed again, turned toward him and put her hand on his knee. "Isn't that fucking amazing, it's such a small world we live in yes?

Rick felt as though his world was very small right now. The sensation of her hand on his knee was making his penis stir inside his jeans and was making it a little difficult to concentrate on what was being said.

"I'm very lucky." Pia continued. "I have some friends from back home who live in Amsterdam just now, every time I travel there I have a free place to stay. They have a beautiful apartment on the Amstel canal near Rembrandtplein."

Rick whistled with admiration. "They must have really good jobs or lots of money to be able to afford to live there, it's a nice place to live but really expensive. And you said 'back home' so where is that for you Pia?" As he was asking he was acutely aware that her hand had remained on his knee and that his erection had grown even more and was now discernible through the fabric making his choice of wearing fairly tight jeans seem particularly dumb.

"Can't you guess? Here I am, dark hair, only about 1.65m tall and with tiny tits, come on it should be easy." Pia seemed to stare directly into him. She had an air of knowing, understanding.

When she said small tits he couldn't help himself. He knew she was watching him, he knew it was wrong but still he glanced down where her breasts poked out through her t-shirt. He forced himself to look back into her eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. 

"Well, I don't think you're German..."

A look of faint disappointment crossed Pia's face. "Not German, no. Minus 1 point Rick."

"And you're not Dutch." He said shaking his head. "Maybe you're Belgian?"

More disappointment. "No Rick, that counts as two new guesses so that's a total of minus 3 points. You need to be careful now, you're running out of wrong answers."

Rick was intrigued. "How many more guesses do I get?"

Pia smiled and gently squeezed his leg before she said. "Just one more Rick."

"What happens if I guess wrong again?"

"Well, you will just have to wait and see."

"O.K." Rick offered up a quick silent prayer. "My last guess has got be... your Danish!"

Pia laughed again. "Close, but how do you say? No cigar Rick."

She squeezed his knee again and then removed her hand from his leg.

"Well, I did give you a bit of a trick clue, what is it you say?" She laughed. "Oh yes. A red herring, that's it. I am far from the normal image of my fellow country women and most people can't get it till at least the seventh or eighth guess. But you were not too far away with your last suggestion. I'm actually Swedish. From Malmo."

Swedish! Rick couldn't remember meeting a Swedish girl like Pia before. In fact he couldn't remember meeting any girls from there. He had met some Swedish men whilst he had worked in Amsterdam, but they had all been wild Vikings, drinking and smoking their way from one end of the red light area to the other. He also realised that he knew next to nothing about the country either. He could only just remember quick looks at Swedish porn magazines when he was a teenager and the occasional viewing of some friends borrowed or stolen porn video. All the Swedish women in those magazines and videos were tall, blonde and very well endowed. Ah, yes there was a football team also.

"Swedish...wow, I would have never..."

"Yeah I know, you think all Swedish women are blonde, tall with big tits, and their all porn stars right?"

Rick was never going to admit that's exactly what he thought of when she first revealed her nationality.

"No, of course not, I just don't know much about Sweden. To be quite honest I've never given much thought to the countries up there, Norway and Denmark and so on."

Rick was disappointed that she had not replaced her hand on his leg.

"Okay, so you're not the classic image I have of a Swedish woman, but you are beautiful..." Rick hesitated, knew he was blushing again. He also understood that what he had just said was true. He did think she was beautiful, and she was making him as horny as hell. The erection now poking painfully against the restriction of his jeans was evidence of that! 

"Thanks, I know." There was that smile again. 

Rick saw that she was wearing very little make up. Just the faintest trace of lipstick and a little shading around her eyes the only visible sign. 

She replaced her hand on his leg, a little higher up his thigh this time. She patted him like you might do to a good dog and her hand moved closer to Rick's erection.

"How about another coffee?" Pia glanced at the now clean ashtray on the coffee table. "Have you got anything to smoke?"

Rick remembered the stub of the joint left in the ashtray earlier and knew immediately that she was asking after a joint and not a cigarette.

"Sure, I've got some really good weed." Rick stood and knew that his erection, straining against the button fly on his jeans was now directly in Pia's line of sight. He turned quickly, and walking towards his kitchen wondered what the hell was going on with him today. He was no teenager and involuntary erections were not the norm for him any more. Sure, it did still happen but not like this. Today it was almost as if he had taken bloody Viagra! Rick glanced over his shoulder as he turned the corner into the kitchen. "I'll just get the coffee and then I will roll one okay? He saw that she was watching him walk away. Bloody hell! He was sure she was checking out his ass as he walked. 

Pia smiled as their eyes met. "Good... that's very good Rick." 

As Rick stood in the kitchen preparing the coffee he pondered over this young woman who was having such an effect on him. And not just the way she physically excited him. To Rick's mind it seemed that she understood mentally what she was doing. The smiles, the glances and the patting of his leg, the command to sit, the 'good, that's very good Rick'. He knew that he had a tendency to fantasise over many of the women he met, usually hoping that they would control him, dominate him sexually. On the rare occasion he had been lucky, but the norm was disappointment. He thought he was doing the same thing all over again. Here he was, a slightly overweight not particularly handsome, ordinary guy in his mid-forties being turned on and made helpless by a woman who couldn't be more than twenty five! 

He spent a moment adjusting his clothing so his now thankfully only semi erect penis was more comfortable and hidden from view and returned with the coffee to Pia.

While Rick rolled the joint Pia explained how she came to be working and living in London. She worked for a large recruitment agency and during the last couple of years had spent her time travelling between various cities in Sweden and several other European countries. Now she was going to work in London for at least six months and her company had rented the flat above his for her. Their conversation returned to their favourite place.

"Every time I get the chance I stop over in Amsterdam, God I really like the city but I love the parties and the smoke even more!" Pia took the offered joint from Rick, took a deep breath of smoke, held it in for just the right time and exhaled slowly.

She sat at one end of his couch with her back against the arm and her legs up on the seats. Rick was sitting almost squeezed into the opposite corner, just managing to turn a little so he could face her as she talked. Her small feet were brushing against his thigh. He got up to turn on the radio and selected a rock station that played lots of older stuff. He returned to the couch reached down and gently lifted her feet so as avoid sitting on them. As they chatted and she told him a little more about Sweden, her job and some of the people she worked with, he noticed that she moved a little closer to him and her feet ended up almost totally resting on his thigh. He was becoming more and more excited at the contact and he saw that if either of them moved any closer her feet would be resting on his now, again, engorged cock. 

The sensible, adult part of his brain said NO! There of course could be nothing like that between them. He was living in his fantasy world again. If he did, god forbid, try or even suggest something, she would scream or yell, probably give him a slap and storm out of his flat, maybe even calling the police, branding him a dirty old pervert. 

But the other voice, the one from the hedonistic, oversexed, weed addled side of his brain said YES! Do it! Try something, or this is going to end up as one of his masturbation fantasies. Perhaps he could...

Bells, lots of bells ringing.

The volume on the radio had suddenly increased and was playing the track from Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon with all the alarm clocks ringing simultaneously. Pia had picked up the remote for the stereo from the coffee table and turned up the volume.

"I love this track!" She almost had to shout to be heard above sound of the bells.

"Yeah it's great," he replied, and waited while she slowly decreased the volume as the music and vocals began.

She was now moving her feet to the music and the sensation that it was causing, combined with their proximity to his cock was beginning to make Rick a little crazy. Horny crazy. He needed to find something else to think about, something to try and deflect his thoughts.

"I've been meaning to ask, you're t-shirt, where did you get it? It's probably older than you."

Pia glanced down at her shirt. "Oh, this old thing. I noticed that you were admiring it." She took hold of the bottom of the shirt and pulled downwards stretching the fabric against her breasts. "It's nice and comfortable against my bare skin."

Rick could barely tear his eyes from the outline of her breasts and sight of her nipples poking through the cotton. She released her hold and the material slowly returned to its baggy state with just the faintest sign of her erect nipples remaining. "Well," he thought, "deflection doesn't seem to work ."

"Enough about me for now Rick, what about you?"



A Slackers Tale Ch. 03



Rick had never enjoyed talking much about himself. He had always been a little shy, and for him for most of his life, listening, had been easier than talking. Also, he had spent a couple of years doing what he would describe as slightly 'dodgy' work and he knew that the less people that knew about that, the better. But just now his job was perfectly legal so he began to tell Pia a little about it and his colleagues.

After maybe a couple of minutes listening to him Pia's attention began to wander and he saw that her gaze was resting yet again, on his laptop. It had gone into screen saver mode and was now just a blank screen.

"Yes Rick, that's interesting, but what I'm more interested in just now, are those photos that were on your computer when I first came in."

She returned her attention to him and there was that smile again, but this time her eyes seemed to bore into him. To Rick it felt that she was staring into his very inner being. All his secrets, all the little hidden nooks and crannies of his life were under a microscope. He sensed the heat in his cheeks and knew that they must be scarlet with embarrassment. He felt as if she knew everything. He would be unable to hide anything from her. 

But he made a try of it anyway.

"Ugh... they were there by accident, I borrowed a flash drive from a friend to copy some of his music and I must have copied the wrong file..." He heard the words tumbling out his mouth but knew, before he got any further, that it was useless. He bowed his head and looked at the floor.

"I'm so sorry, I hope that you're not too offended by them, I promise that you will never have to see those again, I just hope that you don't think badly of me for having them..."

"I will only think badly of you if you do not show them to me Rick."

He was stunned into a silence that to him seemed to last for hours, although it could only have been seconds. 

"But it's so embarrassing, I don't know if I can..."

"There's also the fact that you owe me Rick."

Rick managed to lift his head and look at her. "Owe you? What for?" he tried to keep his voice from sounding as though he was not pleading.

She held up four fingers on her hand. "Four wrong guesses Rick. Don't you remember? I forgot to explain the, what shall I say..." She paused as she seemed to think over what word to use.

"Yes... the punishment for that."

Punishment!

The rush of emotion and physical sensation he experienced as Pia said 'punishment' reminded him off the first time he had tried poppers. It had been many years ago in an Amsterdam nightclub He felt now, as then, that every blood vessel, every nerve ending in his brain and body was exploding with energy and yes ...lust. He lusted after this young woman, no, this Goddess, he needed to serve her and others like her. He felt as though he could jump up, tear off his clothes and kneel before this woman who had been a complete stranger until a couple of hours ago.

He needed to control this urge. He had felt these emotions before, and on occasion acted on them with usually bad and embarrassing results. No, he must stay in control.

"So" she sat up a little, removed her feet from Rick's leg, swivelled and was sitting facing his laptop with her feet placed on the floor. She looked over at him and with a naughty smile used her left hand to swipe across the inbuilt mouse pad on his computer. The screen came to life, the photo from Amsterdam visible again. She glanced down at the hard lump in his lap.

"Let's have a look at your naughty, sometimes not so well hidden side, shall we?" 

For just a moment Rick thought she was suggesting that he take out his prick. He knew that she had seen the evidence of his arousal on more than one occasion today. Panic engulfed him when it dawned on him that if that's what she wanted, he would do it! His hands had seemingly automatically gone to his lap as if to obey her without a conscious thought from him! Then he saw that her attention was now fixed to the screen of his computer and she was leaning forward with her fingers resting on the keyboard.

"Which file was it? Come on Rick, show me which one contains the real you."

"Are you sure you want..."

"Yes I'm sure that I want to, and Rick, when I want something from a man I usually get it. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I'm beginning to Pia." The truth was, thought Richard, that there was no 'beginning to' about it. He did understand. Fully.

"Good boy Rick," she patted the cushion next to her. "Come and sit here next to me and show me your collection."

Rick heard 'boy' and knew that he was beaten. And deep inside, where it seemed only Pia could see, he understood. He was hers to do as she pleased with. Her boy.

He scooted over and sat next to her. It was almost as if he had been granted a privilege, a reward for something.

"Excuse me," he had to lean in front of her in order to open the start menu, "I keep all my private photos in a file here." He tapped on the mouse pad, opening a few windows until he found a file labelled 'xpersonalx '. He selected the file and paused. His hands were shaking! In fact he felt that almost all his body was shaking. Everything except his prick, which could barely move at all, it was so hard and encased so tightly in his jeans.

"Open the file Rick."

He took a deep breath and double tapped to open his secrets to her.

As he sat back into the couch the screen opened into a grid showing two photos per row. Rick clasped his hands together in his lap and stared at the screen waiting for... he wasn't sure what, but he knew this was a turning point in his life. From here on in things would become different. Good or bad there was no going back now.

The first two photos were pretty tame by most standards. In one a Mistress with high heels, black stockings, garters belt and knickers with a red laced bustier holding in her breasts was leaning down and messing the hair of man kneeling at her feet, kissing her shoes. The other image was of another mistress this time topless but also wearing black knickers, stockings and heels. Her hair was dark and short, her breasts small and her figure petite as she stared into the eyes of a slave kneeling before her.

Rick stole a glance at Pia as she started to scroll down the page. For the moment she was oblivious to him as she stared at the photos slowly advancing up the screen. There were many photos in that file. Beautiful Dominatrices, and naked submissive males in various situations and positions were probably in the majority. But there was also CFNM, humiliation, bondage and more. So far there had been no reaction from her to any of the photos and Rick didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. 

He looked to the screen as she paused her scrolling at a photo of a beautiful naked woman crouched over the face of man wearing a collar who was desperately trying to lick bare shaved pussy. The photo alongside showed the same dominant and slave in the same position but this time she was peeing...

"Oh God" Rick raised his hands to his face and groaned quietly as he realised that Pia was now staring at him directly. He could not look at her. He was afraid of her disappointment, or maybe her scorn.

"Well, you have been a naughty boy haven't you Rick?"

He felt the sensation of her hand returning to his thigh and this time it was just a fingers breadth from the bulge created by his cock.

"Answer me Rick. Are you a naughty boy?"

Rick slowly dropped his hands and replaced them between his legs. He was trying to disguise the shaking of his hands by grasping them together but could not hide the shaking of his knees. Playing in the background Rick heard Queen's 'I want to break free' and he felt like laughing hysterically at the fact that God might have such a sense of humour.

He turned to meet directly Pia's stare, he barely recognised his own voice which it seemed had turned to a dry croak.

"Yes, I've been a naughty boy, I'm sorry Pia." He bowed his head and waited.

"Stand Up."

He hesitated, he knew a line was about to be crossed, and he hoped that once he took that final step that there would be no going back.

"Look at me Rick"

He lifted his gaze from the floor, sat up a little and looked at her.

Her eyes captivated him, those beautiful deep brown eyes held him as efficiently as any bondage or restraint.

"I have a sense about some people, it seems I can meet a person and instantly know them..." she paused, and gestured towards the photos on the screen, "..understand their needs and desires. And I think Rick..." her hand moved and was now resting on his erection, she gently squeezed his prick through his jeans and continued "...I think I understand yours." Her hand tightened its grip on his prick.

"Am I right Rick?" Her voice was lower now, drawing him in, she nodded toward the screen, "Are those your desires?"

The touch of her hand had nearly sent Rick over the edge. Ever since his awakening a couple of hours ago he seemed to have had an almost constant erection and in his present state of arousal he was amazed he did not come instantly.

"Yes, they are my desires," his voice was that of a stranger, he did not recognise its low hoarse whisper, "that is where I wish to be." He nodded towards the screen where a different photo, one of a man dressed only in red lacy women's panties and a slave collar was standing in front of a group of clothed seated women. The women seemed indifferent to the man's state.

"Good Rick, very good. And here's the thing Rick. If that's what you really desire, what you really need, then I am giving you that opportunity right now. But if you are just playing at this, if it's just a little game you play to excite yourself and masturbate over, then now is the time to say stop. We will stop just where we are now, you will close the computer file and I hope we will become good friends and neighbours."

"And we will never talk of this again."

She increased a little the pressure on his prick.

"But if you agree... if you agree Rick you will never forget serving me. I am sure of that. I will say nothing further until I hear your decision. What is it Rick? Will you serve me or not?

Rick only had one answer, there was no possibility of another.

"Yes, I will serve you." His mouth was so dry from nerves that he could barely hear himself.

"I didn't hear, what was it that you said?"

He reached over and took a gulp of the last of his now cold coffee.

"Yes Pia, I would love to serve you."

Pia relaxed her hold on his prick and patted it gently.

"Good boy, now stand up."

Rick slowly got to his feet.

"Go and stand in the middle of the room where I can get a better view."

He walked around the end of the coffee table and stopped in the middle of his living room his hands clenched together in front of his crotch and faced her. Pia pushed the coffee table over to one side so she could sit legs out, feet toward Rick and with an uninterrupted view. She leaned back into the couch lifted her hand and made a twirling gesture.

"Turn around for me."

He slowly shuffled in a circle until he faced her again.

"Now your clothes. Take them all off."

Rick glanced behind him where the windows of his living room overlooked the postage size garden at the front of the house. A low wall marked the boundary and then, the pavement. His flat was on the mezzanine floor about a meter and a half above pavement level in this converted Victorian house and the blinds were open. He hoped, but did not know for certain that if somebody was passing and glanced in they would be unable to see him stripping and exposed.

It was as if Pia could read his mind.

"Don't you worry about anyone else but me just now. Just do as you're told and take off your clothes!"

There was a trace of irritation in her voice and Rick was afraid to spoil this moment by being tardy so he hurriedly started unbuckling the belt of his trousers and pulling apart the button fly. He eased the jeans over the rod that was his hard prick and glanced at Pia as his jeans dropped to the floor. He could feel his entire body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

She was staring at him with a look that a meat buyer might have at a cattle auction.

He knew that he looked ridiculous with his erection poking his boxer shorts straight out like a tent pole but he was now beyond caring. He stepped out of the jeans at his feet picked them up and threw them on a wooden chair that stood next to the windows. He took the neck of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head threw it on top of the jeans and looked again at Pia.

"Yes Rick, what are you waiting for? I said everything."

He put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slowly pushed them down until his prick was released and bounced up like a jack in box! He threw his underwear with the rest of his clothing and stood facing Pia with his hands in front of his prick. He did not know why he was trying to hide it, it just seemed the natural way to stand when you're naked and hard in front of a beautiful woman.

"Put your hands on your head."

Rick slowly raised his arms and did as she commanded. He was now totally exposed to her. The immense sense of vulnerability he experienced as he stood naked and erect in front this dressed and commanding woman was enormous, almost overwhelming.

"I see, hmm. Your slouching Rick, stand up straight."

Rick responded by straightening his posture with the effect of reducing the small tyre of fat around his midriff and pushing out his chest.

"That's better. Now turn around and show me your backside...slowly." 

He shuffled through 180 degrees and was now staring straight out through his windows, hands on his head, naked and erect. Defenceless. It would take only one person walking past, to glance up...It dawned on him that this possibility only increased his excitement.

He heard the sound of movement behind him. He started to turn his head, and flinched as he felt the sting of the slap that landed on his ass cheek before he had the chance move any further. She embraced him from behind, her right hand reaching around to lightly grasp his prick and her left reaching up, searching for a ...

"Aghh." Rick could barely keep control, as she pinched his nipple and continued to gently stroke his throbbing prick. 

"I didn't say you could move again, did I Rick?"

He made sure he was looking out through the window again.

"No Pia."

She maintained her position behind him, one hand gently touching and stroking his prick, the other roaming over the front of his body, He felt a small shock as the cold steel of her belt buckle touched his skin when she seemed to hug him closer. 

Her voice when she next spoke was much lower in volume, almost a whisper and Rick had to strain to hear.

"Oh Rick, just think. Anybody looking through your window, what will they see? A stark naked, excited boy on display. Showing himself. How very bad you are, do you understand what a bad boy you really are Rick?" She kept her light grip on his prick with one hand but brought the other to his backside where she started to slowly push apart his ass cheeks pushing her fingers into the crease.

"Spread your legs a little... ah that's better, now I can play with these..."

As he obeyed she reached through his legs cupped his ball sac and began rolling his balls around like marbles in a sack. He knew that he was loosing control, he could feel his oncoming orgasm approaching and knew that if she continued like those he only had a few seconds left before he exploded over her hand and probably his windows as well.

"Huh, I'm going to cum if you..."

She immediately removed her hand from his pulsating erection and squeezed his balls gently with the other.

"Oh no Rick, that's not allowed right now." She slapped his ass again and released his balls. "Don't you dare cum without my permission!"

He felt her pressing into him as her hands reached for his nipples and squeezed, his struggle to contain his orgasm helped by the pain inflicted on this sensitive part of his body.

The effort of containing his orgasm, his heightened state of arousal combined with the danger of being seen from the street was causing Rick to sweat, his breathing short as if he had been running.

He felt a semblance of physical control returning, the urge to bring his hand down from his head and touch his prick, to finish, to release the tide of orgasm that was just about to explode, faded .He remained standing, staring out at the world, his hands on his head, naked and extremely aroused. Pia was holding him fast from behind, her arms wrapped around him, her hands, clenched together, just above his groin. 

"If you are my slave Rick," she whispered now again as Rick strained to hear her, " you will only be allowed to cum with my permission." Her hands were again exploring his body, gently stroking over his chest, down to his stomach and the top of his thighs, stroking, touching. But she seemed to be careful to avoid his prick. "Sometimes i will allow it, if you have been very good, but i expect that most of the time you will have to remain... how shall i say it?" Her arms withdrew and Rick felt a chill on his back as Pia stepped back. "Disappointed..., yes that's it. Disappointed."

Rick kept his position as he heard her walk back to the couch.

" Turn around Rick and look at me."

Rick turned and saw that Pia had returned to her original position, sitting, looking at the laptop screen.

"You may drop your arms now."

Rick groaned a little as the frozen joints in his shoulders were released and blood started flowing again into his arms and hands.

"On your hands and knees and crawl over here." Without looking at Rick, she pointed at the floor next to her feet.

He happily dropped to his knees, glad to be no longer exposed in the window. Although several of his many fantasies involved CFNM and exhibitionism they definitely did not involve screaming old ladies or police knocking at his door. Pia paid him no attention as he crawled over to where she was continuing her review of his collection. His erection was almost painfully hard and he was sure that his balls must be blue.

"I would have something to drink, have you got anything except coffee?"

"There's juice, tea, beer and i may even have some wine if you wish." Rick looked up from his position on the floor and thought he must look like a dog, waiting at the feet of his mistress for the next command of fetch or sit. He relished in the sensation of being dominated and this was a dream come true for him. A mild panic overcame him briefly when he thought maybe it was a dream, maybe he would wake up in moment in his bed, alone. Would that be a nightmare or a dream? He wasn't sure. 

Pia turned from the laptop, leaned back into the corner of the couch and moved her legs so that her feet were now on the floor below Rick's bowed head. She raised one of her sock clad feet so that it was under his chin and forced his head up so he was looking directly at her.

"I'm so happy that you chose to serve me Rick. But i want to get some things straight before we go any further." She lowered her foot back to the floor and he maintained his position returning her gaze.

"When we are in private you will always address me as Miss Pia and you will always be naked or wearing something that i have ordered you to wear." Her voice was gentle, but at the same time commanding. Almost as if she was talking to a child in her care, but her beautiful soft brown eyes were now full of steel. "Sit up."

Rick pushed himself up so he was now upright, all his weight on his knees, his arms at his side.

"I see that you do shave down there," she indicated with a wave of her hand toward the red moist pole sticking up from his crotch, " but your balls and prick area will always be clean shaved for me. Do you understand Rick?"




A Slackers Tale Ch. 03



He glanced down to his crotch and saw the pubic hair that had regrown since his last shave. It had been about four weeks previously on his last trip to Amsterdam. He always shaved when he travelled there, he felt it was important for the parties he attended. But now it seemed it would be important a lot more often.

"Yes Pia..no I'm. sorry... Miss Pia."

"And you will be always on your knees just like this, with your hands behind your back unless otherwise instructed, Yes?"

"Yes, Miss Pia, I understand."

"So let's try again shall we? I want to have something to drink."

Rick straightened his back and put his arms behind him.

"Miss Pia, may I offer you a drink?"

Throwing her head back she laughed and clapped her hands together.

"That's better! I think you may have a future as my slave. Now get me a beer, have you Heinekin?"

"Yes Miss Pia, I have."

"You may have one for yourself," she paused and scooted forward on the couch until her knees were almost touching him, "when you return i want you wearing your slave collar and you will role another joint."

Slave collar? How the hell did she know he had a collar? There were no photos of him in that file, let alone of him wearing a collar. He was puzzled, perhaps Pia just assumed he had a collar because of his submissiveness, he could not figure it out. But he wanted to stay in this grove, did not want to distract Pia by asking stupid questions, so he pushed the thought aside to think about it later. 

"Yes Miss Pia."

He started to turn to head to the bedroom to fetch his collar.

"You don't need to crawl, you may walk."

"Thank you Miss Pia."



A Slackers Tale Ch. 04



Chapter 4. Miss Pia, it will be an honour to be your slave.

Rick was in his bedroom hurriedly searching through his travel bag for a collar. He had two, but as usual, trying to find things whilst in a rush was not working for him. Bloody Hell! Could he not at least sort through his bag when he returned from travelling instead of waiting till a moment like this arrived! He smiled at the thought. How often did moments like this land on his doorstep? He almost laughed out loud at his good fortune. Perhaps this week he should by a lottery ticket...

"Ah, there they are!" Lying at the bottom of his weekend bag was a tangle of his two collars, a dog leash, his cuffs and the sandals that he wore at parties. He quickly disentangled it all and stood holding one in each hand. Which one? Both were black leather, his older larger one was described as a 'posture collar', it had four rings for attaching a leash or other means of punishment or control. It's width forced the wearer to hold his neck straighter and therefore keep a straighter posture. This was good for Rick, as Pia had already noticed, he had a tendency to slouch.

The other was an actual dog collar, it had only one ring and he had purchased it on his last trip to Amsterdam at a small outdoor market in the Nieuwmarket area. He had been drawn to it by the ring of small fake diamonds around its circumference.

The choice was easy, Pia disliked his slouching, the older 'posture' collar was the obvious one.

He finished buckling the collar in place, and hurried to the kitchen to fetch the beer. He was relieved to notice that his erection which had, it seemed, been straining at attention since his awakening, had for the moment eased somewhat. He had become concerned that his high state of arousal would lead to a spontaneous orgasm and a possible premature end to whatever was actually occurring in his life today.

And what was it that was happening? As he looked for a glass for Pia he reflected on the events of the day so far. 

When he had fallen into his bed this morning there had been no Pia. There had been no one in his life that he was aware of that without a substantial payment would even consider dominating him. And then...

Bang! Pia arrives on his doorstep, inadvertently discoverers his porn stash and suddenly he is a slave to her! It was like a story from Literotica, one that he would read, really enjoy and not believe for one minute it could be true. His train of thought was broken when he heard Pia call from the living room.

"I'm waiting Rick! Where's my drink?"

He hurriedly finished pouring her beer and decided that it would be appropriate for him to use a can instead of a glass. Returning to the living room he saw that she was again checking his laptop.

"I'm sorry that I took so long Miss Pia." He placed the drinks on the coffee table and resumed his position kneeling at her feet. It seemed to Rick that her face was lit with amusement as she looked down at him for a moment checking his collar, she then reached forward and picked up her drink.

"Skol Rick, here's to our little...adventure hmm?" She cocked her head to one side and looked inquiringly at him.

He met her gaze, picked up his beer can and lightly tapped her glass.

"Cheers, I really look forward to serving you Miss Pia."

After they both had drunk some of the beer Rick returned his can to the coffee table and started rolling the joint that Pia had requested. 

"I suppose you have some questions you wish to ask Rick, some things you would like to know about me that we didn't touch on earlier."

"Yes Miss Pia, I have a few."

"Okay. You may ask...," she paused, stretched her leg and rested her foot on his thigh next to his semi erect prick, "two questions today. No more." she started moving her foot so that is was gently flicking at his member, causing an instant return to it's rock hard state.

"Thank you Miss Pia" He was having trouble with the joint as his hands were trembling so much, he paused, took a deep breath and willed his hands to stop the shaking and continue with their task. Pia ceased moving her foot but left it in place on the top of his thigh, ready, it seemed to him, to resume should he become less than fully erect again.

"I guess... My first question is, how long have you been a...Mistress?"

Pia took another sip of her beer and appeared to consider his question for a few moments.

"Good first question, hmm.. Yes i suppose i have been aware of my 'commanding' personality," she smiled, seemingly at some sort of private joke, "since i was about fifteen. I'd had a few boyfriends, and girlfriends by then but it seemed there was something...missing. Do you understand what I mean Rick?"

"Oh yes, that i do understand Miss."

"Good. Well I met this older boy, i think he was about sixteen or so and we had been going out together for about a week, no actual sex you understand, just a lot of kissing, fumbling at breasts, stroking him outside of his jeans, the usual teenage stuff. Then... Jonas," Pia laughed, "yes that was his name. Then Jonas started being a little more persistent, he wanted me to masturbate him, give him a blow job or even let him fuck me! I wasn't a virgin you understand but that wasn't going to happen this time. No no..."

Rick had managed to finish his rolling task and offered up the finished product to Pia. She took the joint, held it with two fingers and looked at him, waiting...

He quickly reached for a lighter from the coffee table and sat straight up on his knees offering a light to his Mistress. As he did this his prick brushed against the leg of her jeans, which she moved so it was pushing his ball sac and prick back against his own body. She allowed the flame to burn off the paper twist at the tip, placed the joint in her lips and inhaled deeply. 

The sensation of her leg against his already sensitive member caused a return to its super hard state. She gently moved her foot which was almost curled under his balls and she was wriggling her toes within her sock making him sigh with pleasure.

Pia continued smoking and maintained the massage of his prick and balls with her foot. 

"Nice weed Rick, next time you buy some perhaps you get some for me?"

She smiled as she passed it back to him.

"It would be my pleasure Miss Pia."

"Good boy Rick," she withdrew her foot from between his legs and pointed to the floor at her feet. "now lie on your back here, next to the couch."

He took another couple of puffs and handed the joint to Pia as he did as she instructed. He was very glad for the change of position, his knees had been to aching from the constant pressure. He lay down parallel to the couch, his head, the same end where Pia was sitting and stretched his legs out toward the other.

She lifted her feet and rested them on his chest blew out a smoke ring into the centre of the room and looked down at her footstool.

"Now where was I?...Oh yes, Jonas. I wasn't happy repeating the experience of when i lost my virginity. That was very disappointing. To just be used like that with no thought of how I might enjoy..." She leaned forward and holding the joint, placed it between Ricks lips so he could take a couple of hits. "...sex. Anyway, so I teased him, Jonas that is, I kept on promising him something. Quite what I never made plain, but with me touching him through his jeans, letting him touch me through my panties and all the other tricks I used..." Pia moved one foot down his body and started slowly rubbing up and down the underside of his hard, oh so hard, prick. "..he was actually begging me to do something for him, anything."

Rick unsuccessfully tried to suppress a groan as she slowly manipulated him with her foot, rubbing the underside, and flicking his erection to and fro.

"So after a few weeks of this I was really enjoying myself, it was so satisfying watching him squirm." she reached forward, extinguished the remains of the joint in the ashtray and took another sip of beer. "It got to a point where he would just do anything I would ask, just so I would touch him, talk a little dirty or occasionally even let him touch me. So I told him to arrange that we should travel by bus to a National park outside of Malmo where I hoped there wouldn't be many people that day."

"Take my socks of Rick."

He reached up from his prone position and reached for the foot that was now resting on his hard member. She lifted her foot a little and he slowly peeled the white sock down from her ankle and pulled it off her small delicate foot. She replaced her now naked foot back onto his erection and he reached for her other foot which was resting on his chest...

"Ooh God... that is so..." Rick moaned as Pia manipulated her toes in such a way it was as if it was here hand. She was grasping, pinching, pulling and pushing, she was almost masturbating him with her foot!

He managed to control himself and pulled the sock off her other foot letting his hands drop back to his side. She continued playing footsie with his prick and lifted her other foot so it was resting on his shoulder. 

"Kiss it."

He gratefully started kissing the toes, arch and heel as she slowly moved her foot around allowing him access. Rick was thankful that it was clean, smelt almost perfumed, as if she had just bathed.

"Good boy Rick." She watched him for a moment.

"So back to Jonas, and his...day out. I had been thinking a lot about the emotions i had experienced over that short time. How my dominating him made me feel confident, how it felt right to be in that position. And of course..." she leaned forward to take a sip of beer, "how horny it made me feel. Oh hell was I wet down there after teasing him for a while, or thinking about what I might do to him. I did some research on the web, read some stuff, looked at some video clips, and knew it was right for me, and what I should try on Jonas."

She continued her gentle torture of his prick while she talked and he felt a wave building inside him, he strained to control the building tide of an orgasm that was about to engulf him. He dimly remembered her instruction and tried to say something whilst continuing to worship the feast that was her foot.

"Mmff.. Miss Pia, hmm I think that hmm, I'm going to cum if you..."

The movement of her foot ceased but she kept it resting on his hot member, forcing it against his stomach. She reached down and pinched both his nipples causing a shock to travel through his body and for now, stem the flood that would, must, come, eventually. 

"Now remember what I told you earlier Rick. Not without my permission." As if to emphasise her domination she twisted the foot he was licking and slowly forced her big toe and it's neighbour into his mouth. He sucked on it, as if his life may depend on it, to demonstrate his submission.

"After we left the bus stop at the park i gave him the small backpack I had prepared and we walked for about half hour until I saw a spot that was ideal. All the time he was asking what we were doing there and where we were going and so on. I told to him to hush and if he stopped asking questions he would get a treat. Something we would both like. That shut him up. The place I had picked out was a small clearing in the forest, about ten metres from the trail and mostly hidden by dead branches and the bushes that grew there."

She lifted her foot away from his tongue and face, and rested it on the floor above his head.

"That one is done now, time for the other.." and replaced it with the other foot, releasing the pressure on his prick. "Carry on where you left off." He restarted his gentle kissing and licking of her other perfect foot.

"I could see he was hard inside his jeans. I let him just stand there for a moment, unsure of himself, told him he must do exactly as I say, or, we catch the next bus back to the city. He was like a puppy, so eager to please. I told him to take out the stuff in my backpack and he looked really puzzled to find a black silk scarf and some short lengths of rope. Lastly he pulled out a brown paper bag which was twisted closed at the top. He started to open the bag and I told him to leave that alone and stand next to a tree at the edge of the clearing. When I ordered him to strip the expression on his face was priceless!"

Rick felt the vibration of her laughter all the way down to the toes on which he was gently sucking.

"Persuading him that it was o.k., that it wasn't a trick of some sort was easy. He was so desperate to please me, to obey and to cum for me, that in a couple of minutes he was naked. God he had a gorgeous body! Young Swedish boys really know how to look after their bodies Rick," she reached down and took a pinch of the extra skin on his waist, "not like you Englishmen."

Rick was in no condition to explain to Pia the difference between England or Wales.

"So I explained I was going to tie him to the tree so I could play with his body and the blindfold would make it much more sensual for him. And i would guarantee that he would be very happy and satisfied after. He was very nervous at first, about being seen by a passer by, but by now all it took was a flash of underwear or a little more teasing and he was mine. After a few minutes he was naked, blindfold with his arms tied around the back of a tree. He looked really good tied to that tree, his body so toned, the fact he was totally under my power and his penis so hard and sticking out..."

She leaned over and took his prick in her hand. Pulled back gently on his drum tight foreskin revealing the bright red head, then slowly traced her fingernails over the extra sensitive hood.

"Although I do like your penis better Rick. I prefer my men...complete."

He groaned and began squirming in response to the sensations she was causing with her nails.

"I really discovered my true self that day. After those few hours in the woods normal sex took second place. I felt so alive, so...aroused."

She sat back into the couch removing her hand from his prick which bounced back to its place , like a piece of hot steel resting on his stomach. Also her foot, which he had continued worshipping as she told her story, she replaced on his chest along with its partner. 

"The paper bag contained items I had gathered over the previous few days. My research on the net had provided me with a list of many items I could use that were not difficult to get and did not cost lot's of money. Clothes pegs for his nipples, some rubber bands to bind his balls and penis, a feather to tickle him with..."

She paused as if trying to recall more memories of that day.

"Oh yes, of course! I had my dildo, which up until then I would have described as my best friend. Also had a riding crop which had belonged to my sister, I didn't use it very much of course, I had no experience, not then. I didn't want to hurt him, so I would use it very lightly, just tapping on his...mm.. sensitive spots"

She quickly moved her foot down to his cock and flicked it with her toes making Rick twitch and squirm again.

"Hmm, I am so enjoying meeting you...properly, Rick. I think I am going to really enjoy letting you serve me. 

He felt as if he was slipping into some sort of altered state of conciousness, a place where he was willing to obey anything she said, accept anything she did.

"Miss Pia, it will be an honour to be your slave."

"Yes I know Rick. It will."



A Slackers Tale Ch. 05



"Just looking at Jonas like that, it just made me so fucking hot. By the end he had pegs on his nipples, rubber bands around his ball sac and penis and he was pleading to with me to allow him to cum. In fact his begging was getting a little worrying. I didn't want anybody to discover us, not then anyway. I wasn't ready for that...then. I needed a gag, and because he was being such a good boy i decided he should get a little...reward. So I took off my trainers and jeans and told him to open wide. I pulled down my panties, they were black lacy hipsters and damp in the crutch from my pussy juices!" 

Rick groaned from his position under her feet as he imagined the scene she was describing, the picture that formed in his head did little to calm the urge he had to just reach down to his cock and finish what she had started. All that it would take he was sure, was just a couple of strokes and he would explode. 

"I put the crotch under his nose and told him to smell my perfume, because that was the closest he was going to get to my pussy." 

Rick thought that her voice had changed, into a husky, aroused tone that he loved. She was starting to breath more deeply and Rick raised his head a little to see her. Her gaze was somewhere else, far away, and he got just a glimpse of her hand between her legs before he let his head drop back to the floor. 

"He licked on my panties until I balled them up and pushed them into his mouth. His moaning combined with his position was intoxicating to me...that first time was so...special. I let him wait for a little time, then I slowly traced all over his body with the feather I had bought, teased his nipples and penis. His groaning was becoming more constant and I could sense that he was not going to be able to take much more. His penis was leaking pre-cum which I was rubbing round and round, all over his glans. I slowly slipped my dildo into my pussy and whispered to Jonas, telling him what I was doing. I was so aroused that very soon I could sense my climax was about to overwhelm my self control, I grabbed his penis, stroked it a couple of times and he erupted all over my hand and arm. That just sent me over the edge and I climaxed immediately." 

Pia was panting hard now and Rick risked lifting his head again to look at her face. Her head was tilted back, both eyes closed. She seemed to be totally lost in the moment. He noticed that her hand which was still between her thighs was now moving against the denim of her jeans at her crotch with more urgency than before. She opened her knees further apart and he continued watching as she, in silence continued massaging her pussy through her jeans. Her panting increased in tempo and Rick thought for a moment she might cum but after a minute or so she slowly stopped her massaging, removed her hand and let it rest on her knee. Rick imagined a damp patch on the dark blue denim and hoped that maybe she would allow him to serve her with his tongue, but he thought it better not to risk annoying her by asking such a thing. 

He knew, that he would have to wait on her wishes. 

Her breathing started to return to normal and Pia lifted her head to look directly at him. 

"Yes...that was nice thinking of Jonas. I have not thought of that afternoon for some time." Her smile was both broad and beautiful and her eyes twinkled with happiness as she stared at Rick. She put her foot on to his upturned face, and gently pushed his head back down on to the floor. 

"Down boy, did I say you could watch?" 

"No Miss Pia, I couldn't help myself..."he managed to mumble around the soft skin of her foot as she rubbed the sole over his mouth and nose. She continued allowing him the honour of licking her foot for a few moments. 

"Enough." 

He stopped his licking and she placed both her feet on the floor next to his head. 

"On your knees Rick and face me." 

He rose to a kneeling position, and with his arms at his side he looked at Pia, waiting for her next command. 

She sat back into the couch stretched her legs out and crossed her ankles, so the toes of one of her naked feet was playing with his taut ball sac. Her wonderfully dexterous toes juggling his balls. Lifting her hands and clasping them behind her head her t-shirt lifted, exposing her belly button and the beautiful soft looking skin of her stomach. He was torn between the sensation of her toes on his balls and by the sight of more of her body and longed to lean forward and kiss her there. He knew he would not right now, but he hoped that maybe in the future... 

"Masturbate for me Rick, slowly. But don't you dare cum without my permission. Tell me when your ready." 

He was so grateful for the chance of release, his hand instantly found his engorged cock and within a few moments he felt the swell of an oncoming orgasm. He looked directly into her eyes and was drowning in their sparkle and her obvious amusement. Knowing that he was about to climax he couldn't help but accelerate the pumping of his prick. 

"Miss... Ooh yes I'm going to... 

"Cum on my foot boy, spray your tribute on my toes so I may feel the heat of your passion. Do it NOW!" 

He could hold back no longer, " Ohhh FUCK... YESS..."he cried out in joy as his orgasm rushed through him as if it was a speeding train and he ejaculated all over her foot and ankle. The strength of his arousal evident in the streams of sperm pumping and pumping, seemingly without end. He was shuddering with the sheer emotion and physical exertion of his climax and he could not control his hand as it continued the pumping and draining his prick. As the sensations subsided he found that he had closed his eyes during his eruption and he opened them again to view the sight of Pia's foot, ankle and even some of the bottom of her jeans dripping with his discharge. He was shaking, and his hand, which seemed to have a will of it's own, continued it's stroking of his prick as the last of his hot sperm dripped out. 

"Oh yes...hmm... good boy Rick, that's it." She lifted her foot, glanced at the explosion of sperm covering her jeans and foot and laughed. "I love the smell and feel of hot fresh juice on my skin. It's sooo sexy! And you had so much!" She turned her ankle as if examining the extent and result of his lust. "What a mess you've made. Well..., I think you have to clean that up now." 

Rick, who's hand was slowly stopping it's involuntary pumping of his now drained prick was coming out of the trance he had been in and it took a few seconds for him to catch up. 

"Ye...yes Miss Pia, I'll just..." he slowly turned his head, looking around the room, searching for a.. "...towel." His voice was alien to him. A strained, hoarse whisper. 

"No Rick, you will clean it... with your tongue, and you will swallow all of it." She wiggled her foot in front of his face. "I think you should start quickly, it's starting to drip onto the floor." 

He looked down and saw that his sperm was indeed beginning to drip off her foot and he also noticed that he had managed to spurt onto the frame of the couch and there was already a small amount of sperm pooled on the varnished wood flooring. His first instinct was to threaten her displeasure and insist that he use a towel, but that initial reaction soon vanished, when it dawned on him that he was still so horny and not repulsed by the idea at all! 

Normally after an orgasm, Rick, like he suspected most men, lost interest in anything to do with sex, at least for a while. He had noticed that as he got older that a return to any arousal took longer. That definitely included his or anybody else's sperm, but he was so captivated by this woman, by her beauty, her attitude, the sheer control she exerted over him, that he was ready to be her slave again, and to follow her every command. 

Gently cradling her foot in his hand he began his task of cleaning the result of his submission. It was not the first time Rick had tasted sperm, his own or others and he did not find the taste unpleasant though he was glad it had not yet cooled too much, he suspected the taste of cold sperm would make his task much more difficult. There just seemed to be so much of it! He had begun at her small delicate ankle and then progressed down to her toes where he spent a long time checking the gap between each manicured appendage until he was absolutely sure it was as clean as he could make it. Then the bottom of her jeans, he knew that he would not be able to properly clean the heavy denim but he did his best to at least remove the globules of his sperm before it became cold. 

Pia lifted her foot to examine the work he had accomplished. "Yes, my foot is clean now, good boy. But the jeans are going to need washing don't you think Rick? 

"Yes Miss, I will happily put them in my machine for you." 

"Oh no Rick, my clothes are much to delicate to wash in a machine, you will wash my jeans by hand, dry them, then you will iron them and return them to me. Is that understood?" 

"Yes Miss Pia." Rick leant closer to the floor and began to lick up the remaining sperm, glad that he had recently cleaned so there was not too much dust for him to taste. As he did so Pia placed both her feet to rest on his back, as if he were a footrest. 

"You have been quite the good boy so far Rick, so good in fact, I am going to allow you the chance to ask your second question. After of course you have finished cleaning up your..." she paused as she slowly rubbed her naked heels over his back. "mess." 

Rick quickly finished licking up the remainder of the mess she had described and stayed in his position, enjoying the feeling of her feet on his back. From his position, when he spoke, he was talking to the floor like some slave in a Hollywood gladiator epic. 

"I have finished cleaning Miss. My second question is a bit difficult...I don't know how to.." 

Pia removed her feet from his back placing her feet either side of his head. 

"You may sit up while you ask." 

He was happy to do exactly that as he felt the stiffness in his back recede a little when he pushed himself back up to a kneeling position. His knees were sore but he was luckily kneeling at the edge of a rug that gave some comfort. Pia was smiling, staring at his prick, which to Ricks amazement was semi hard again! He had not recovered so quickly since his twenties and he was taken aback at the sight. 

"Its just that..." he heard himself stumbling over how to ask, how to find out.. "when we met for the first time today you seemed to know...before you even saw the pictures," he gestured toward his laptop, "that I would submit to you. I mean...that you could control the situation. You didn't know me, I could have been some sort of..." 

Pia laughed as she leant forward, ruffled his hair and stroked his head. "You were going to say pervert weren't you Rick?" 

He couldn't help it but he also laughed at the situation and returned Pia's smile. "Yeah, pervert would be the wrong word I guess. No, I mean some sort of crazy nut who might have..." 

"I know what you mean, but Rick, you're making a mistake. Today isn't the first time we've met. We ran across each other a few weeks ago, under slightly different circumstances of course, but you were also on your knees at that time." He felt her foot and toes playing with his now again, hard prick. He flinched as her dexterous toes found his foreskin and gave him a pinch. 

It took him a few moments to work out what she had just said then slowly connect that with her knowing that he had a collar, her being a regular visitor to Amsterdam, and also it seemed, being there at the same time as him on his last trip. As the pieces began to fall together they formed a picture in his mind of him on his knees at the party and several people making use of him as they passed by. 

He remembered when he had started attending the larger, less intimate parties he had been concerned that someone he knew from outside the scene might recognise him and he tended to hide in the shadows or wear a mask of some sort. It had not taken long for him to relax and worry less about this as his, and societies attitudes seemed to relax, and fetish become more mainstream and accepted. So he had not been wearing any sort of mask or gag at the last party. It had been one of the larger events that occurred regularly in the city. There had been many hundreds of people including the usual suspects of the rubber and PVC fashion crowd, the people who came just for the top DJ's that these parties always seemed to attract, and for Rick, most importantly the often bizarrely wonderful members of the various branches of the fetish and BDSM crowd. 

After dark, playtime for adults. 

With swings. 

He was brought suddenly back to the present by the actions of Pia's feet as they started rubbing his prick , with such skill it was as if they were a pair of hands. He groaned as she rolled his hard shaft between the soles of her dainty perfect feet. 

"You..." Rick paused, aware that he probably knew the answer to the question before he asked it. "You were at the Freakers Ball?" 

She smiled. "Yes I was, though perhaps it is not surprising that you don't recognize me, I was dressed a little differently that evening... perhaps you might remember if you see a picture or two." Releasing his prick from between her feet she swung her legs to the side and pointed at the coffee table where his laptop rested. "I'll use that." 

The confusion that he felt must have shown on his face as he looked at his computer and back at Pia. "I don't understand..." 

"Oh you will Rick, just get me the laptop. And, Rick...?" 

He paused his dragging of the the table closer to the couch and looked back at her. 

"Yes." 

"When we are...playing like we are now, and I tell you to do something, YOU WILL DO IT immediately and not question me." Pia leaned over and grasped his prick and squeezed it hard enough to make him yelp and squirm. She had not raised her voice very much but the effect was heightened because it was the first time she had used such a tone since her wakening of him this afternoon. She kept her strong grip on him as she continued, "unless, of course you wish to be punished, do you want to be punished just now Rick?" 

Considering the grip she had on him he was surprised that his reply did not have the sound of some high pitched cartoon character. 

"Ugh... No Miss Pia..." He couldn't help himself as he squirmed under the pressure she maintained on his shaft. "I don't want to be punished... p..please Miss Pia." 

She slowly relaxed her grasp until she was gently cupping his hard prick and then she started gently stroking him as she stared into his eyes. 

"Good boy, if you can remember that simple rule we will have got off to a good start in our...friendship, yes Rick?" 

He was squirming for a different reason now. The shock of the pain had been replaced by the sheer pleasure he felt as she continued her gentle, sensual stroking. 

"Ooh yes... Miss pia, I will remember." 

"Now Rick, the laptop, I will use that now." 

"Yes Miss Pia." He reluctantly moved away from her stroking hand, pulled the coffee table over to where she sat, opened the laptop lid and woke the sleeping machine. 

"Let's see." She concentrated on the screen as she opened his web browser and started typing in an address. He couldn't read her input from where he knelt on the floor, instead he studied her face in the reflection of the screen and hoped that she would return to her stroking of his prick. Her soft brown eyes were concentrated, the pupils darting back and fore across the screen. A small, slightly pointed nose just causing a small shadow to fall across her smiling, perfect lips. Rick couldn't help but be reminded of some sort of elfin princess, a face from a movie screen. 

"Found it!"..she exclaimed, and turning the laptop slightly so Rick had a good view she continued "there I am, at the Freakers! Do you like my outfit Rick?" With her left hand pointing at the screen she started stroking his head with her right, just like Rick thought, in the same way as an owner might reward a dog who was just about to get the trick 

The screen showed horizontal lines of thumbnails on a black background with above a title in red script proclaiming Freakers private Gallery. Rick's eye was automatically drawn to where Pia had let the mouse pointer rest and the selected image was displayed in a larger size. It showed a group of 3 women posing for the camera against a backdrop containing adverts for fetish businesses. He remembered that the photographer had pitched his small portable studio just between the changing rooms and the small hall which was at the threshold of the party proper. Rick didn't like being photographed at any time, and he knew that these official photos could end up on the party organisers website, so he had bypassed the small line of variously dressed and undressed fetish butterflies waiting for their never to vanish 10 seconds of fame and went on inside. 

Two of the three women were dressed in various pieces and combinations of rubber, leather, latex and Lycra and one, the tallest had long blonde hair framing a cat like, feather framed eye mask. She appeared in her sexy outfit to be an attempted reincarnation of Haley Berries cat-woman but instead of a lithe black woman she was a striking blonde Valkyrie with a well toned tight body. She was holding a dog leash which was attached to a red collar worn by another woman who kneeling at the Valkyrie's feet looked directly at the camera, and was wearing a body suit of shiny latex that covered her from neck to ankle, only to reveal her bare feet and hands. Like her dominant she was also wearing an eye mask, but hers was red leather and much plainer than the blond woman's. The slaves short cropped black hair topping what appeared to be a small lithe body shining in the cameras flash. 

But it was the third woman that held his attention. 

Standing next to the blond Valkyrie only emphasised the third woman's short stature and petite figure. She carried her eye mask in her hand and it seemed was using it to gesture to somebody out of frame. Her short cut brown hair had it seemed been coated with gel with the effect that spikes pointed out from her head in all directions. Even in the photo Rick could see that her sparkling eyes were full of mischief and delight. The veil that covered the bottom of her face and neck appeared to be made of some sort of fine link chain mail which, as a wave of memory began washing over Ricks slacker brain, he remembered swayed sensually as she had moved. Pale uncovered shoulders and arms were unadorned and she wore short black leather riding gloves whose touch he remembered was at first gentle and caring, but later...more punishing. 

He tore his stare away from the screen and glanced at Pia. It dawned on him that he had been staring at the screen opened mouthed with surprise. 

"But...how,...you." He realised that that sentence was going nowhere so he shut up, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Tried again. 

"You were the Mistress who spanked me on the dance floor, and then ordered me to..." 

"That's right Rick! You remember now!" Laughing she leaned forward and stroked his cheek before taking his now softening prick in her hand and beginning a slow massage. "Your soft again, that's not good. I want you hard." Releasing her hold and returning her gaze to the screen she continued... "play with yourself, make it hard for me Rick but remember...no coming! 

He took his now half hard prick and started very slowly masturbating in front of the still dressed Pia. 

"I made that myself." Rick looked back to the screen as Pia pointed at the bodice that sat covering her breasts and top of her flat stomach. He remembered that it had only covered the front half of her torso and had been hard, like armour, and when he had accidentally touched it during their first encounter he had thought it might be fibreglass or something close. It had perfectly followed the contours of her sexy body and was strapped across her naked back to hold it in place. 




A Slackers Tale Ch. 05



"It's made out of paper-mache and I moulded it on my own body," she explained, "and then I sandpapered it and painted it that lovely colour." 

The bodice was painted in some sort of metallic silver, and he remembered the way it had glittered under the lights of the party. The silver also worked perfectly with the so small, it was almost a belt, black skirt she had worn over her skimpy black lace boy-short knickers. The outfit, completed with black fishnet stay-ups and a riding crop tucked into calf high leather boots had, Rick thought, been really sexy. Rick's wave of returning memory had now become a flood of remembered touches, soft and hard, her leather clad hand leading him around the party by his erection, him naked except for his collar and shoes, her, in all her dominant sexual glory... 

Rick was brought back to earth by music suddenly playing out through the laptop speakers. Pia had activated a music file on the website and the half laughing, half singing voice of Shel Silverstein of Dr Hook came rasping out.. 

Well there's gonna be a freakers ball 

Tonight at the freakers hall 

And you know, you're invited one and all 

Come on babies grease your lips 

Grab your hats and swing your hips 

Don't forget to bring your whips 

We're going to the freakers ball 

Even though he was highly aroused, even though he was still in shock over the size of the world he seemed to live in, and just now it felt a very small world to him, and even though Pia had ordered him to masturbate while she watched, Rick couldn't help himself. The sound of his laughter joined that of Pia's as he rocked backwards and fell to the floor. 

Just then, had anyone been passing by outside his flat and glanced up to the window where a short while earlier there had been a naked, collared, aroused man on display, they would only have heard the sounds of out of control laughter and maybe the tinny sounds of Dr Hook at his best. 

Where all the fags and the dykes they're boogyin' together 

The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather 

The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too 

Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you" 

 

White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones 

Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones 

The greatest of the sadist and the masochists too 

Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you"



A Slackers Tale Ch. 06



Chapter 6. Stay exactly where you are! 

It had taken a few minutes for them both to recover from the laughing fits and giggles that followed the song but eventually Rick was able to pick himself up from the floor and when Pia gestured for him to retake his position next to her he instantly took his place. He was very happy to continue the stroking of his now soft cock, the thrill of masturbating at the feet of a clothed woman, especially this woman was intoxicating.

"But...I'm confused," he confessed, "how the hell do I...no, we, get from meeting, eh...playing at a party, in a city, what...?" Rick thought for a moment trying to guess. "4 or 500 kilometres from here? In a different country. And then, a few weeks later, here?"

"Would you prefer that I wasn't here Rick?"

"Oh No Miss Pia, please don't think that," he began to panic as he recognised that he might have sounded as though he was not happy with her presence, " you being here is a dream come true, I..I couldn't be happier than to be at your feet. It's just such a coincidence that you arrive here, at the same house..."

"Ah..of course your confused Rick," Pia leaned forward gently stroking his head and cheek, "you don't know about the private gallery and i guess you haven't spoken to Chantel yet."

Chantel! The sense of order that Rick had been trying to build mentally, in order to understand how this could be happening, suffered a mild earthquake and shook apart. The only Chantel he knew was the woman who owned the basement flat underneath him. She was a tall, slim, stunningly beautiful woman with ebony skin who had been living in her flat before Rick had moved in to the converted house. They had met a few times and seemed to get on well. He recalled it had only been about two weeks ago that he had a few drinks with her in her flat, she had admired his tattoo and taken a photo... And what private gallery?

"Your talking about my...sorry, our neighbour Chantel? And a gallery?"

"Yes, Chantel, and the private members gallery is here, let me show you." Pia leaned forward, using the mouse pointer to click on a tab at the side of the screen that announced 'Freakers club members area' and then entered her members name and password onto into the form that appeared. "My friend who lives in Amsterdam knows the organiser of the Freakers and she has a membership login that I can use."

Rick shifted on his knees a little to get a better view of the screen as she quickly scrolled through a selection on a menu which had descriptions such as 'chat area' and 'contacts' until she settled on one that read 'latest gallery'.

"There," said Pia and clicked on the link

A new page flashed onto the screen which displayed a similarly organised gallery of photos to the one that he had seen a little earlier that day, but the content was very different. The private gallery images were those of what Rick would think was, the real party. Not those of the fashionistas in their latest extreme outfit or those who came to take advantage of the latest D.J and his tunes. No. These photos showed the tied up, the suspended, the whipped and those who enjoyed doing the whipping and the tying up. They depicted the genuine ´hands on' experience of a good fetish bash.

There were people tied or chained to bondage equipment of many designs and uses. A male slave, held down by a couple of transvestites as he was penetrated from behind by a strap-on wearing woman wearing chaps and nothing else. A naked woman kneeling, licking the boots of a man dressed as an American motorcycle cop, completely in black leather. An older man, wearing black stockings, suspenders and open crotch panties through which his large flaccid cock hung, was on his knees in the ladies toilet seemingly offering his tongue to clean women who had just emptied their bladder.

And then Pia! 

She was imperious, sitting on a bar stool, her feet resting on the back of a man wearing only a collar who was on his hand and knees, a footstool. A hand, appearing just of shot was holding a black dildo in the ass crack of the kneeling man, seemingly just about to push it in and penetrate the slave.

Rick knew what happened next.

He had been the footstool and he remembered that the slave girl who had appeared in the first photo was the one who had slowly fucked him with the dildo as Pia had rested her feet on his back.

"Oh... I see." For the moment that was all he could manage.

"And look!" Pointed at Ricks exposed forearm in the picture. His fresh brightly coloured tattoo was clearly visible. Pointlessly he glanced down at the real thing, the seahorse seemed to be looking at him. Mocking him. "There's more of us Rick!" Pia moved as if to scroll further but then hesitated, looked at the expression on Ricks face, smiled at him and sat back into the couch. She lifted a foot and started massaging his shrunken member back to life."Maybe we can do that later, but now I want you hard again Rick."

Her toes were grasping and tugging at his ball sac and it seemed to Rick that it only took a few moments of him to stroking himself before he was hard again.

"I think we both deserve another drink Rick, and maybe another joint?" 

"Yes of course Miss Pia." Rick started to rise from his knees.. "Would you like another beer or wine or..."

"I'll have a beer and the same for you. And Rick, maybe you could do something about a little light in here." She gestured into the gloom that had descended in the room. 

He suddenly noticed that the late Spring light had faded and the only illumination was the glow of laptop screen and the yellow glare of the street lights from the road outside.

"Wow! What time is it?" Rick glanced at the mantelpiece above the old blocked off fireplace and could not quite make out the dial on the old fashioned wind up clock.

"It's just after 8 Rick." He noticed that she had leaned into the glow of the laptop and checked the time there. Pia looked up at Rick standing in the almost darkness of his living room, his hand slowly pumping his hard prick, attention totally focused on her. "Why? Do you have somewhere else to be?"

Rick knew that nothing short of an armed intervention would make him abandon this wonderful woman. "No, absolutely not Miss Pia."

"Good. Right answer Rick." She almost disappeared into the darkness as she sat back into the couch. "First I want you to switch on some lights in here, then fetch our drinks and the materials for the joint, and then, and only then, may you close the blinds."

He desperately looked around the room trying to find a solution to the panic he felt when he realised what she had just said. Rick was a typical slacker, not really interested in interior design, let alone where to place the lights he had in his room. He knew from previous experience of popping out to the local shop during the evenings, if he left any of his lights burning without drawing the blinds what the result were. From the small front garden of his building all the way across to the other side of the road where a row of almost identical buildings stood, one had a good view of various parts of his living room.

The road outside was not the busiest, but enough people walked this road back and fore to their own homes, to the park, or bus stop at one end to make it very possible that he would be seen. Naked and hard.

"What's the problem boy? Afraid of being seen? Being...exposed?"

"Yes Miss Pia, it's my neighbours... or some passer by. If they should see..."

"Does it scare you Rick? Or does it excite you, which is it?"

He was talking into almost darkness now, the laptop screen, now in screen-saver mode, flashing various hues and shades of light onto Pia's knees and calves as the program cycled through his normal tourist shots stored in it's file.

"I think that it's both...but it's more..." Rick knew the answer. He had known the answer to that question for several weeks now. Ever since that evening when she had ordered him to remove his rubber shorts, then led him onto the dance floor of the Freakers Ball where all the dance crowd and some of the fetish people watched, as Miss Pia punished him. The slave girl from the photo had brought a chair into the centre of the dance floor and Pia had sat and given him an over the knee spanking.

It had not been a particularly hard or prolonged spanking. Just hard enough to leave some rosy red hand prints on his ass for a few hours. But it was the almost public display of nakedness, his exposure, and the humiliation that he felt combined with her total control over him that gave him a sexual high that manifested itself physically in the rock hard erection he displayed as he rose from off her knees. Some people ignored what was happening and continued their dancing, some cheered, some clapped, some even went out of their way to give him a few slaps themselves when Pia led him of the floor using his hard prick like a handle to pull along a toy. That had not important for him. 

"It's more...exciting."

"Right answer again Rick," Pia's voice was lower than before, husky, as she continued, "so now that you understand that what are you going to do next?"

"Some lights, beer and the joint Miss Pia, and then the blinds."

"Good boy."

He moved around the room turning on the three floor lamps that were placed in the corners, and as he turned each one on he experienced a mixture of increasing euphoria and fear. He didn't use the main lamp hanging from the centre of the ceiling with its giant red paper shade and hoped that the soft indirect light produced by the others would satisfy Pia. 

As he finished with the last lamp he quickly turned to go to the kitchen and saw that Pia, still leaning back into the couch, had her hand down the front of her unbuttoned jeans and it seemed was gently massaging her pussy as she watched him. Rick froze not wanting to miss any part of what may happen next, the possibility of being seen through the windows forgotten for the moment. He was transfixed by the action of her hand under the rumpled denim and he hoped to catch a glance if not of her pussy then at least of her, no doubt sexy panties. Perhaps, he hoped, she would allow him to worship there, allow him to lick and kiss her precious...

"Come here."

With two paces Rick was standing at her side, his naked calf almost brushing against her knee. He was mesmerised by her hand and what she was doing. Without concious thought he resumed the slow stroking of his prick as if trying to match her actions.

Her voice when she spoke was low and sexy, aroused. "How do you feel Rick? How does it feel to be standing, for anyone too see, your hard penis, your tight balls, your ass, all there on show. Is it good Rick?"

Tearing his eyes from her crotch he looked at her face. Her eyes, though looking at him, seemed to be focused elsewhere and were a little glazed, the slight tightening around her lips betraying a need for keeping some sort of control as if she was trying to hold something back. He also felt that he may loose control soon, even with the slow stroking, he knew that it would take very little to send him over the edge.

"Y..yes Miss Pia, it feels very good, so exciting. I am afraid that I might..."

She seemed to understand immediately. "Stop that now! He dropped his hand to his side and watched as she continued her own masturbation. "On your knees."

Without stepping back he slowly, one knee at a time dropped down to the floor at her feet managing to rub the so sensitive head of his prick against the rough denim of her jeans sending a luscious shudder through his entire body. Her eyes were more focused now, and stared directly at him as she removed her hand from her jeans, leaned forward and held it under his nose. The bouquet of her fresh juices swept over his senses and he felt an almost physical joy as she touched her fingers to his lips.

"Lick them Rick. Taste me."

He slowly licked up and down the offered fingers relishing the thought that he was sampling her arousal, her essence. For Rick it was a sweet delicious taste. She allowed him a minute of this and then Pia slowly withdrew her fingers. He managed to get a glimpse the fabric of her panties before she placed her hand back onto her lap. The soft looking steel grey cotton material with white lace border made him want to put his head in her crotch and bury his tongue in his Mistress's pussy and he almost managed to stop himself begging for the pleasure.

"Please. ...may I lick..."

"No, you still have some things to take care of I think?"

Reluctantly he shuffled back a little and began rising to his feet. "Yes Miss Pia, I'll just go and get the drinks." As he rose he became acutely aware again of the vulnerability of exposure to the street and his neighbours. Naked except for his collar, his erection sticking out almost at a right angle to his body. He felt as if he was nude on a brightly lit stage, the dark auditorium full of strangers, invisible, staring at him, seeing him for what he was. It was...electrifying. 

He slowly walked to the dark kitchen and as he opened the fridge to retrieve the beers noticed that the blind covering the one window in his galley style kitchen was down. Leaving the fridge door open and placing the two beer cans on the the small kitchen counter he took a step so that he was staring through the thin horizontal strips of bamboo that strung together vertically formed the roll down blind. Peeking through the small gaps he could just make out the dark rectangular shape of the basement flat's extension which served as kitchen for his other neighbour, Chantel. A light shone from the far end where he knew the extensions window overlooked the remaining garden. Beyond the small patch of lawn that Chantel lovingly maintained was shadow until a patchwork of illuminated windows betrayed the presence of another row of houses and gardens backing onto his own. 

Slowly, almost as if under some sort of spell he reached for the drawstring and started to pull on the thin white cord. His heightened state of arousal, the stimulation of his senses provided by Pia's domination of him had displaced his normal caution. He almost relished in the danger of discovery, his skin almost tingled with the need to display himself with his collar and erection, the slave of Pia. With the blind completely raised Rick tied the string to a hook, and with hands on top of his head slowly rotated 360 degrees in the light of the open fridge door. He guessed that the illumination provided by the fridge would only show him in silhouette but he savoured the moment.

The sudden explosion of bright white light in his kitchen as the ceiling light came to life caught him completely by surprise, startled he went to drop his hands and reach for the drawstring that would drop the blind.

"NO RICK! Stay exactly as you are!"