0 comments/ 18918 views/ 3 favorites Someone To Watch Over Me By: Spykke My first attempt of a real BDSM story, it explores the well know concept of "the biter bit" and how it might work when a vulnerable soul is in the thrall of an unscrupulous one. I enjoyed developing the theme to the final encounter. This story is supplied for free readership. Please do not reproduce it on a pay site. _________________ Shirley sat hunched over the keyboard of her PC typing a message into a chatroom. This was how she spent her evenings – every evening, ‘talking’ to complete strangers over the internet. She was a slim and classically beautiful woman of 20 and you might consider it strange that she spent her spare time in front of a computer instead of going out clubbing. The simple fact was that Shirley was painfully shy. She had her father to blame for this problem. Shirley’s father had been a bank manager – a man with an almost infinite capacity for unnecessary pedantry. He ruled his wife and daughter with a rod of iron requiring everything in his home and life to conform to specific requirements. Any divergence or irregularity, no matter how minor, was treated as being a most heinous crime. His father had been in the army and rather than drag his son on every posting he chose to send him to a boarding school. The regime at the school had been severe with an almost obsessive requirement for discipline. This had moulded his attitude towards his wife and child. It was Shirley who received most of his attention. From an early age she was required to keep her room and herself immaculately tidy. Any failing was treated with his standard punishment – she would be spanked with a belt, bare assed, across his knees. For many years she had accepted it simply as being the way of things but as Shirley grew older she noticed that a firm bulge would form in her father’s groin, pressing against her belly. Usually her “punishment” would end as her father gave a groan and a damp patch appeared in his pants. Her ignorance of sexual matters meant that she did not understand the significance of what had happened. Personal cleanliness was her father’s particular passion. He had spent his early childhood in India and had learned the custom of washing his anus after taking a dump rather than the use of toilet paper. He had imposed this regime on his daughter. Each day he would inspect her panties after she had changed for bed. The slightest staining or mark would result in severe punishment inevitably involving a spanking. The experience left her paranoid over her personal habits. Every last pubic hair was scrupulously removed – not by shaving but by a combination of waxing and chemical depilatory creams. With careful use of a mirror she ensured that every last blonde hair was removed from every nook and cranny. She bathed twice a day and washed herself thoroughly after taking a piss or a dump. Shirley’s parents had been killed in a car crash when she was 19. Her main reaction was not to mourn. Instead she felt lost. Without her father to dictate to her life she felt like a rudderless ship – she had no idea how to cope with life. Her sheltered life had left her inexperienced with handling other people and socially inadequate. Shirley had been left well off in her parents will and although she had enough income for her not to work, she had got a job in a travel agents. It helped occupy her time and gave her some contact with other people. The other girls had the travel agents found Shirley a little odd. She was nice enough and a real “looker” but they found it tough holding a conversation with her. One of the male members of staff had tried particularly hard to get a date but found every request politely refused with a blush and a smile. It was at work that Shirley discovered the internet. The travel business undertakes much of it’s work through the net and she was fascinated by the world “out there”. She was quickly hooked and she bought her own PC at home. ---------------------- One evening she was surfing at random – something she did when she had nothing better to do. Shirley would type in a word at random into a search engine and see what would be thrown up. She would then pick a link at random, visit the site and then pick a link from their links page. This way she would travel on a mystery tour of the net. On this particular day she was to a web site with the strange name “The House of Discipline”. Shirley read with increasing fascination. The site belonged to a guy using the handle “Lord Erich” who provided information on BDSM and a service as a Dom. The site had a discussion board which provided Shirley with a couple of hours of intriguing reading. She found it both fascinating and incomprehensible that all the people on the board enjoyed doing nasty things to each other. Something about the discussions on control and bondage struck a chord. She found the idea of being dominated somehow intriguing. Not really understanding why Shirley decided to e-mail “Lord Erich”. Somehow she felt that maybe he could help her get on track. ---------------------- Barry Price, aka “Lord Erich” read the e-mail with interest. Barry had been in the BDSM scene for quite a while providing a “personal” service to a number female clients. Barry was a 110% cynic who found it infinitely amusing that he could get women to pay him to tie them up and whip their asses. If, additionally, he got the chance to screw them, then that was a bonus. He had no genuine interest or love for BDSM. Whilst not being exactly a misogynist he loved to make women cry and whimper and beg. OK, you might argue that these attributes comprise a sadist but it was his cynicism and mercenary interests which counted against him. Shirley’s e-mail suggested a unique opportunity and he replied immediately in his most sincere and supportive style. “Perhaps we can meet to discuss your problems.” he suggested. It transpired that they coincidentally lived in the same city so things looked quite straightforward. Shirley was surprised and gratified that “Lord Erich” had replied so quickly. After an exchange of more e-mails they had set a date to meet at a local pub the following Friday. Shirley spent the whole day in a state of frantic excitement. Part of her was terrified of meeting a complete stranger but on the other hand the prospect of a date made her adrenaline surge. As luck would have it the boss asked her to complete a rush mailing that day and she had to work until seven, leaving her only half an hour to change and get to the pub. She rushed home and with no time for her shower she changed into a simple white blouse and black skirt and set off to the pub, her heart pounding in her chest. ---------------------- Barry got to the pub early. He wanted to get a few pints down his neck and have a chat with the bar man (a good mate of his) before meeting the lovely Shirley. To give the right impression he wore an Italian silk suit, white shirt open at the neck and black Gucci shoes. Smooth but not too flash – he’d want to scare her off. As the time approached, he settled in a quiet corner of the bar to wait. Promptly on time Shirley entered the bar. Barry recognised her from the description she had given, and she certainly was a stunner. Slim and blonde with a face to melt the hardest heart. She had a fine pair of juggs, her white lacy bra just visible through her blouse. She turned, looking around the bar. From the rear Barry admired her slim legs encased in dark nylons, their slimness enhanced by her high heeled shoes. Her knee length skirt, dark and tight, was taught over her firm, round butt. Barry could discern the outline of her panties, a full style rather than a thong. He quietly promised himself that he would screw her or die in the attempt. He jumped to his feet and walked over to her. “Hi, Shirley I presume,” Barry asked smoothly. Shirley blushed bright red. “Y… yes,” she gasped. Barry guided her to his table and bought her a white wine. “My real name is Barry,” he began. “Lord Erich is only for effect. I must say you are a very attractive young lady.” Shirley blushed again, she was unused to such flattery and felt overwhelmed. They chatted for a while, mostly small talk, as Barry began the process of winning her confidence. As a judge of human psychology Barry was a master and at the perfect moment he began the hard sell. “So how can I help you?” he began. Shirley paused, gathering her thoughts and then described how the loss of her parents had left her. She described her loss of direction and her need for someone to help her shape her life. Throughout Barry made helpful, understanding noises. “I see. What you seek is a form of mentor,” he suggested. “Someone to take a firm grip of you and keep you in line.” Shirley nodded. “Exactly.” “I think I might be able to help.” Barry closed in for the kill. “But you must appreciate that my skills are in demand and that I already have a full client list. My time is very limited” Shirley looked crestfallen. “But I’m sure we can work things out.” Barry added quickly. “You must understand that in order for us to reach a satisfactory conclusion I require absolute obedience and that I will need to know everything about you.” Shirley was relieved to hear that he could help. She nodded mutely. “Two final points,” Barry added. “Firstly, I must charge £200 for each session. Secondly, you know from my web site that there will inevitably be some degree of disciplinary and sexual content, if we go ahead you must agree to that and we must set some working limits.” Again Shirley nodded, too nervous and overwhelmed to speak. “Look, relax, take a drink,” Barry was concerned with Shirley’s response – he didn’t want her to agree without understanding. It reduced complications later. Shirley took a deep drink of wine and relaxed a little. “Do you understand and agree to what I’ve said?” Barry asked. “Yes.” Shirley replied. “What I can offer you is a structured program of discipline gradually increasing as you become more experienced until we reach limits set by you. Sometimes it will be difficult – you may experience a little discomfort, possibly even pain, also embarrassment. Nothing permanent and nothing intolerable but through it you will gain the confidence and self assurance you seek.” He knew he sounded like a third rate psychology text book and that it was all a load of hokum but the girl was lapping up every word. “OK, lets set some boundaries.” Barry wanted to get things rolling. “What about discipline?” “Er… I don’t know… can I leave it to you to decide?” Shirley replied after some thought. She really had no idea what he meant. “Fine, we’ll start with minimal pain and see how you cope. Now what about sex?” “No sex, I’m a virgin,” Shirley replied immediately. “OK, what about nudity?” Barry was a little dismayed but not put off. Shirley hesitated. “Is that really necessary?” “If I am to get full obedience, yes it is.” Barry went for broke – he was determined to screw this little peach. “OK.” Shirley finally agreed. “From now on when we are together you will only speak when I allow it and you will refer to me only as Papa. Understand?” “Yes Papa.” “Now Shirley, I want to know everything about you. Lets start with what are you wearing. Tell me about it.” Barry was looking forward to this. “A black skirt and white blouse, why?” Shirley replied. “Because I need to know. Now stop being obtuse and tell everything about what you are wearing.” Shirley blushed. “A bra, hose and knickers.” “Yes.. yes…” he snapped impatiently, “but I need details. What sort of knickers?” “White.” “Come on Shirley, I expect full details, type, when you put them on, everything. I expect complete and unquestioning obedience.” “I understand, Papa,” Shirley sighed. “White, cotton, hipster knickers. I put them on this morning after my shower. My bra is white, lace size 36C. I am wearing black panty hose.” “Good, you’re getting the idea. Now an obedience test. You will do exactly what I say without question or argument. Understand?” “Yes papa.” “I require you to go to the ladies toilet. There you will take off your hose and knickers and you will bring them to me carrying them in your hand.” Shirley blushed and looked at Barry in horror. She began to protest but then understanding, she stopped. This is what she sought, domination and obedience no matter how embarrassing it might be. She got up and went to the toilet. A few minutes later she returned, walking self-consciously, her underwear in her hand and sat down. “Give them to me.” Barry held out his hand expectantly. Looking around quickly, Shirley handed them over quickly hoping that no-one would see. Barry pressed them to his nose and sniffed before putting the items into his pocket. “Very nice scent – very feminine, now show me.” Shirley looked at him in confusion. “You know what I require, show me that you have removed your underwear.” “But I’ve given them to you, Papa,” Shirley was bemused. “Ah, but you could be cheating.” Slowly Shirley spread her legs allowing her tight skirt to ride up until Barry could see her smooth, exposed, slit.” “Good, that’s the idea. Open those legs wider.” She opened her legs as far as her skirt would allow. “Don’t mess about, child, I want to see some pink, open them wider.” Surreptitiously hitching her skirt up, she spread her legs until he could see the opening to her virgin cunt. “Good, now I want to know your most intimate likes and dislikes. How often do you, bathe, what sanitary arrangements you use, how often you take a dump. Everything.” Shirley didn’t even contemplate protesting. She realised what was expected of her. “I bathe every day when I get in from work. I shower every morning when I get up. I shave my body – except for my head, I don’t have any body hair. I change my knickers twice a day, I hate to wear the same pair two days in a row. I go to the toilet every morning after breakfast. I use pads during my period. I clean my teeth three times a day. I like clean, fresh clothes. I hate nasty smells, dirty clothes and stale sweat. I have never had sex, I have never seen or touched a naked man. I masturbate using my fingers and a vibrator but I never put the vibrator inside myself. I have seen naked women on the internet and I think that my body compares well with what I’ve seen. I’m very shy and find it difficult to talk to strangers. Is that enough?” Shirley was gasping with nervousness and almost gabbling by the time she had finished, it had obviously been difficult for her to unload all this intimate information. Barry sat back astounded at the outburst. “Relax, you’re doing fine.” he soothed. ---------------------- For Shirley, entering the bar had been one of the most difficult acts of her life. Her heart pounded so hard that she thought it must burst. She felt as though everyone was staring at her. She had started with surprise when Barry touched her shoulder. Her first impression was favourable, a young, slim, handsome guy in a dark suit, and she felt an immediate attraction to him. He guided her to his table and bought her a drink. As they chatted Shirley began to relax but she felt a pang of alarm when he began to go into detail of their future arrangement, that is until she realised that he was beginning to exert a level of control similar to her father – finally her life seemed less chaotic, order was returning. Readily she agreed to all of Barry’s stipulations. His instruction for her to remove her underwear was like a thunderbolt. “How awful,” she thought, “I can’t do this.” Something in Barry’s look told her that refusal wasn’t an option. As she sat on the toilet pulling off her knickers and hose, again she pondered what she was doing but as she smoothed down her skirt she felt aroused. This was the rudest, sexiest thing she had ever done. Carrying her underwear back in her hand was the most difficult part. Anyone who chose to look would have seen what she carried and speculate what she was doing. No doubt some would consider her to a be a whore. As she entered the bar she felt the unaccustomed sensation of cool air on her naked thighs and crotch, followed by a flush of heat and moisture between her thighs. She felt a pang of embarrassment as she handed over her underwear and Barry sniffed them, she shuddered when she speculated how strongly they would smell with the days sweat and other things. Showing him her naked crotch had been difficult, no man had ever seen her naked body. Once it had been done, however, she felt a sense of release – it had been a watershed. “I think it might help our further discussions if we go to my house,” Barry suggested. “Fine.” Shirley agreed. Barry drove them in his Saab convertible to a house in the better part of town. As they entered Shirley was impressed with the quality and taste of the furnishings. Barry was obviously making good money. The lounge was huge with a leather suite, large widescreen TV and cinema system. One end of the room was entirely mirrored making the room seem double in length. In the hall was a large solid wooden door. Barry unlocked it with a large key and led the way down. In the cellar Shirley was shown Barry’s “dungeon”. The walls and floor had been covered in mock stonework giving the impression of a castle dungeon - she recognised it from pictures on the web site. In the centre of the room was a rack comprising of a number of adjustable beams. This allowed the securing of a sub in a range of positions. Ceiling beams fitted with pulleys allowed the suspension and trussing of subs. A huge range of straps, gags, ropes, whips, enema bags and other BDSM paraphernalia was set out on tables. “This is my work room,” Barry grinned. They returned upstairs to the lounge. Barry sat down on the couch. “Undress!” He instructed. Shirley complied without comment. Soon she was naked. Barry was an expert on naked woman flesh and he concluded that Shirley was in a class of her own. Slim without the slightest hint of surplus fat or cellulite. She had full tits without any real sag and large pink aureole which tightened as the cool air brushed against them. Her lower belly was smooth, her slit peeking enticingly from between her closed thighs. “Come closer,” he commanded. She obeyed. Barry ran his hands over her body feeling Shirley’s shiver at their first contact. Silky soft but firm flesh. He felt each breast, testing their weight and softness, noting how each nipple stiffened as his hand brushed against then. He ran his hand down her belly and between her legs. Obediently Shirley parted her thighs. Her cunt was hot and moist, her juices smearing on his hand. She closed her thighs in reflex as his hand brushed her slit. “Don’t resist me!!” he shouted slapping her hard across her thigh. Shirley gasped in pain, tears appearing in her eyes. “Sorry papa,” she spoke quietly. He stood and slapped her tits hard, once and then a second time, leaving red marks on her pale flesh. Shirley cried out in pain. “Don’t ever disobey me again,” he snarled.” Turn around.” Again she obeyed. Her butt was firm and smooth. “Bend over.” “Yes Papa.” Barry pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her tight, virgin slit and tiny pink butt-hole were revealed. He leant forward sniffing at her crotch. The smell of fresh soap with a hint of her musk sent a flood of lust through him. He leant forward and licked her butt hole. Using the spit as lubricant he pressed his finger into the puckered opening, pushing it in. Shirley shuddered in shock. The uncomfortable feeling of his finger penetrating her body was an outrage to her sense of cleanliness. Someone to Watch Over Me This is, in a way, a story about love at first sight because the first time I saw Annie I fell in love with her. It was my 21st birthday. It was her first. Annie is my niece. That day is one I will always remember. My fiancée, Laura, had taken me home with her from college to meet her family. "Family," was a word I wasn't really familiar with. I was an orphan and the only family I knew was always the foster kind. I always felt like that meant I didn't belong, like it wasn't a "real" family. When I met Laura's parents, her sister and her husband, and they told me "welcome to the family" they meant it and I knew it was real. And then there was little Annie, the first of what my new family hoped was a whole flock of grandchildren. This was a day of celebrations; my engagement to Laura, Annie's first birthday, and of course my birthday. Mom Johnson (as I came to call her) was determined that we celebrate with a feast. She even had three beautiful cakes, one for each event. I felt like I had the family I had been denied. After we had eaten our fill and moved into the living room to relax and talk, Joanna, my sister-to-be, helped Annie find her "wabby" and a bottle and they came into the room with us. To the surprise of everyone, Annie crawled into my lap "I don't believe this," Joanna said. "She doesn't go to strangers. She'll barely go sit in Grandpa's lap!" Annie smiled up at me, and I instinctively kissed her the top of her head. She settled even deeper into my arms and was soon asleep. Joanna soon took her off to her crib and the rest of us spent the afternoon in conversation. I don't remember the topics, but I'll always remember meeting Annie. Laura and I didn't get married right away because of our school schedules, so when the wedding finally took place Annie was four and acted as our ring bearer. Through all this time, and the years to come, Annie would be stuck to me like glue. She was terribly upset when Laura and I left on our honeymoon without her. There were later trips we all took together. Practically every summer, Mom and Dad would take us somewhere exotic. Every spring, of course, Annie and I would celebrate our birthdays together. Life was very good, but there were some clouds in our sunny sky, too. For one thing, no matter how hard we tried, Laura and I weren't able to have children. The doctors weren't able to find any reason, but we were still childless. I think that just drew us closer to Annie and we lavished her with the attention that we had hoped to display to our own. Joanna and Will had decided to wait a few years between kids, but then Joanna was diagnosed with endometriosis and eventually had a hysterectomy. It turned out that Annie would be the only grandchild. It just made her more precious to us all. The years flew by and my career took off. By the time I was thirty I was very high up in what became one of the bigger dot-com companies and, thanks to them going public, I was also very wealthy. I decided to take some of that nest egg and form my own information technology company, which I headquartered near Washington, DC. It was only a couple of hours from the rest of the family in Richmond and we saw a lot of them. Annie spent most of her spring breaks and summer vacations with us, and of course, we always celebrated our birthdays together. I watched as she grew from a skinny little kid into a beautiful young lady. A very talented young lady, as well, with a voice like an angel and a deep love of music. The summer after Annie turned 13, she came up to stay with me with me before we all went to Europe for a two week trip. Everyone else was traveling there ahead of us because I had a business conference in Florida first. The plan was for Annie to go with me, and then we'd go to Disney World before joining them later. We never got to go. We were just finishing our packing when the news reports came on the TV. A plane had crashed on its landing in Rome. Their plane. There were no survivors. Annie and I watched in horror as we realized that all the family either of us had was on that airplane. We were now the only family either of us had left. I'll confess. I was a basket case. I never would have made it through the months that followed without Annie's gentle strength. Annie says the same thing, though. I suppose we leaned on each other. The sad business of dealing with the family estates and inheritances fell to us and the lawyers. I took nothing for myself - I've made my own fortune - but gave strict instructions that Annie be taken care of. She was. There's a huge trust fund there for her when she turns 21. Meanwhile she lives with me, and we've recovered from the tragedy. Annie's made a couple of good friends from school and the neighborhood over the years, which is good since she's never been one to warm up to people very quickly. Probably her best friend is Amy, whose parents Scott and Tammy live a couple of blocks from us. Annie usually stays with them when I have to travel. I think she liked staying there because Scott is a musician. Well, he's the Branch Manager for one of the banks here, but he plays with a Jazz Band on the weekends, so I know Annie liked being around them at least partly because of the music. Annie's music was her retreat - even a therapy - after the tragedy. I paid for her piano and voice lessons and the house was always full of music whenever Annie was around. If she wasn't playing the piano or singing, then she was playing some CD or another. The music seemed to get happier as the years went on. I was grateful for that, and happiest when Annie would call me into the living room to sing to me. "Hey, unks," she'd yell. "Come and listen to this" Always, after she sang to me I'd kiss the top of her head and say "that was beautiful, just like you" The tradition that Annie and I always celebrate our birthdays together only changed slightly. What had been a party at Mom and Dad Johnson's house became a festive dinner out. I have been telling her since Christmas that I wanted to make her 18th birthday celebration an even more memorable one but she's kept insisting that she's "got it covered" so I finally gave up planning. "OK, little one," I finally said. "You get it your way." Annie smiled and I even think she blushed. I found out just how much planning she'd done as events unfolded. Annie had told me to dress nice, so I had. That wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Our mutual birthday is such a big occasion for us that we always dress up for it. No, my first clue that this was going to be special was when the limousine driver appeared at the door. "Annie? Come on," I yelled up the stairs to her. "There's a limousine waiting for us" "Go ahead and get in, Unks," she answered. "I'll be right there" I shrugged at the driver and he accompanied me to the car and ushered me inside. Then he stood in front of the door, blocking my view. I didn't see Annie until he opened the door for her. I hardly recognized her, she was so beautifully different from her everyday self. Her long blonde hair was done up, with only wispy curls framing her delicate face. Her black, spaghetti-strap dress, the little string of pearls, the dark hose and high heels made her look both elegant and sexy. It was hard to believe that she was only 18, let alone that she was the same little girl I had met on her first birthday. It seemed like so little time had passed since then. How could it be possible? Annie smiled at me and did a little model's turn before she got in the car so I could take in her petite 5' 1" frame. "You like?" she asked. "Very striking" I said. "Where are you taking me?" "You'll see," she assured me. "You'll see. Dinner was at an intimate and very fancy eatery in Old Town Alexandria. Annie had set up everything, including the menu. The chef had even come out to greet us and wish us both happy birthday. I was impressed at Annie's planning so far. I could see people craning their necks and trying to figure out who this happy couple could be. I couldn't help but smile. Over dinner we talked about almost everything. Our day-to-day lives, Annie's school, her college plans and even our past. There were a lot of good times and we learned that it was right to remember them, even if a terrible sadness had ended those days too soon. "You don't remember the first of these birthday parties, do you?" I asked her. "How you crawled up in my lap and fell asleep with your 'wabby'? How amazed everyone was that you liked me the day I met you?" "Loved you, Unks," she corrected. "I loved you then, and will love you always." I looked in her eyes. They were full of love, bright with the beginnings of tears but still smiling. I wasn't really surprised to hear her tell me she loved me. After all, we've been telling each other 'I love you' since she could talk. This time though, the look in her eyes was telling me something. Something that suddenly made me feel uncomfortable for some reason. "Love you more," I joked. It was part of an old routine of ours. Usually it just made her giggle, but tonight she recoiled as if I'd slapped her. I really thought she was going to cry. "Oh, Unks," she groaned. "Talk about spoiling the mood...." I didn't understand that response at all, but I didn't push the issue. I think part of me wasn't ready for what it thought this was all leading up to. I moved to change the subject. "Sorry, sweetie." .... ummm... so is dinner all you had planned tonight?" "Oh, no," she grinned. "Not by any stretch of your imagination" "But you're not going to tell me, are you?" I said, hoping to get a hint. "Nope," she stated flatly. "You just come along for the ride and you'll find out soon enough." I shrugged. "Far be it from me to deny such a beautiful lady..." She blushed. The limo pulled up in front of a well-known nightspot that features live Jazz. Annie said, "You remember that Amy's dad is in a Jazz band?" I nodded and she continued. "Well, he gave me passes so we could get in tonight for our birthday." I thought that was awfully nice of Scott to do that, but really didn't pay much more attention to it until we were being seated and I overheard Annie ask the hostess to "tell Mr. Anderson that the guest of honor is here." Who knows? Maybe he had plans to tell the whole club that it was our birthday. I really cringed at the thought of a whole club singing "Happy Birthday" but I was, as Annie said, "along for the ride." I really enjoyed the band. I'd never known Scott was this good. After a while the band took a break and Scott came to the table to greet us and wish us both a happy birthday. We made small talk for a little while and then Scott said he had to be getting back to the stage. Just about the time the band was getting back in their places, Annie excused herself, as if to go to the rest room. Then Scott stood up and began talking on the microphone to introduce the next set. "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I'd like to present a special guest. This is a young lady who, I think, has a real instinct for singing Jazz and one of the sweetest purest voices I've ever heard, especially in someone her age. Would you please welcome, in her first public appearance on anything but a High School stage, Miss Annie Johnson!" I blinked, unbelieving. There was Annie in her little black dress, stepping onto the little stage. She hugged Scott lightly, then he sat down at the piano again. Annie took a deep breath, then nodded at Scott. He counted off the band and that old standard "Old Black Magic" started up. Annie started right in. "That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well." The crowd loved it, and Annie looked very surprised at that. Scott hardly waited for the applause to subside before he started up the second tune, another standard, "Ain't Misbehavin'" the crowd was already clapping for her before she got to the second verse. I was amazed at my niece. I mean, I knew she could sing, she sang constantly around the house, but to see her under the lights with the band and the microphone. I hardly recognized her. She was so adult. Was this the little girl I had raised? During the bridge, when Annie was singing Don't go nowhere, what do I care? Your kisses are worth waiting for (believe me) I could swear she was looking right at me. I smiled at her to give her encouragement. She really was doing a beautiful job up there. I wasn't the only one who thought so, by the reception the crowd was giving her. The applause took a long time to die down. This time, instead of Scott counting off the beat for the band, Annie took the microphone off its stand and began to talk. "Thank you," she said simply. "I'd like to dedicate this next song to a very special man. This man... well, what can I say? Wait. Let me back up. First of all, I'm here tonight celebrating my 18th birthday..." There was loud applause, but Annie waved them down. "I'm celebrating with my Uncle Bill. It's his birthday, too." There was more applause as people looked around the room trying to find me. "Stand up, Unks," Annie said. I half-raised myself from my chair and waved to the crowd as they applauded me. "My uncle and I have always celebrated our birthdays together," Annie continued. "And when tragedy struck our family, leaving us..." her voice was cracking. "Well, he's the only family I have now." The crowd was making sympathetic noises now. "Don't feel sorry for me, though," Annie said firmly. "I have a happy life. I have the best family there is... " She cleared her throat slightly. "Anyway, this one is for you, Uncle Bill," she said, then blew me a kiss. "Happy Birthday" The music began, slow and melancholy. I didn't recognize it until Annie started singing. It was the old Gershwin tune, "Someone to Watch Over Me" and it was the prettiest I'd ever heard it sung. Better even than Ella Fitzgerald ever dreamed of. Annie was pouring such pain and longing into it that people were openly weeping as she sang. I was one of them. Our tear-filled eyes met each other as she sang: I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood, I know I could, always be good, To one who'll watch over me. Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome, To my heart he carries the key Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me Someone to watch over me The applause for the first two numbers was loud, but this was deafening. It was so loud that I didn't really hear what Annie said, but I could read her lips as she said, "I love you, Uncle Bill." Before the applause had even begun to die down, Annie rushed off the stage toward me and wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. "Beautiful," whispered in her ear. "Beautiful, just like you." Then I kissed the top of her head as I held her tight. Annie took my hand and pulled me to the dance floor, where we swayed to the slow beat of the music. She was holding me a lot tighter than the usual dancing posture called for. Her head was on my shoulder and I leaned my own head down on her. It was a lovely feeling, swaying to the music, holding Annie, smelling her wonderful perfume. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "I love you, Uncle Bill," she said softly. "I love you too, sweetie," I answered without missing a beat. I did. I really did love Annie. She's family after all. Though I might have railed against the fates that left us alone in this world, I never questioned the fact that I would take over the job of raising her once the tragedy had occurred. The look on Annie's face, however, told me that this expression of my platonic familial love for her wasn't the right answer. "No, Bill," she said firmly as she stopped dancing. She was trembling. "I mean I love you." Her eyes were full of passion as she looked up into my eyes. Before I knew what she was doing or could stop her she kissed me on the lips for a tender, brief moment. "Let's go home, Uncle Bill," Annie said. Her eyes were full of tears. I was completely confused. "Is something wrong, sweetie?" No, it's just that . . . that . . ." She shook her head and pulled herself together. "Get the limo, Uncle Bill." She didn't speak on the way home. She merely scooted close to me and laid her head on my shoulder. When the limo driver opened the door for us at home, he helped Annie out and she moved quickly to the door. She was waiting for me inside the door. Tears filled her eyes as she leveled her gaze at me. "Is something wrong, Annie?" I asked. "Yes, ... I mean, no... It's just... I mean," she stammered. Suddenly she collapsed against my chest in great wracking sobs. All I could do was hold her and try to comfort her as we stood there in the entryway. After what seemed like hours, Annie squeezed me tightly. "I love you, Uncle Bill," she whispered from somewhere in the lapels of my jacket. I kissed her head softly. "I love you too, sweetie." I said softly. "You don't get it, do you?" she said angrily, pulling herself away from my embrace. "Get what?" "I love you. Not just love you like a niece loves an uncle. I mean I love love you - Like a woman loves a man." "Are you aware of what you're saying, Annie?" It was my turn to stammer. I had no idea that my niece, the only family I had left in the whole world, was looking at me as a romantic interest until this very moment. "It's... It's just not right" "No Uncle Bill, you're wrong." Annie said shaking her head. "Nothing could be more right. I have loved you for years now, I've dated some guys but they all pale in comparison to you. You are the perfect man for me. You are always kind and supportive of me, you genuinely care about me and I know you love me for me." "Annie wait." I tried to interrupt, but she cut me off before I could protest. "No you wait!" she instructed. "I have thought a lot about this and I know what I want, I'm not a little girl anymore. I know that we would be perfect together why can't you see that?" She paused and sighed looking away briefly before she looked back into mine with as alluring a look as she could manage. "I've been your sweetie for the past eighteen years . . . now I want to be ... well... more." "But Annie," I protested. "That just wouldn't be right. We're family. That would be incest." "Why is it wrong? Would it be some kind of betrayal to love me? We are both adults and we love each other! Why is that not enough? All my life you have been nothing but kind and loving. You've always been there for me. You taught me what it was to be a lady and what a true gentleman was. How could I not love you? How could any woman not love you? Why won't you let ME love you - as a woman?" I was shocked. "Annie!" I shouted. "Are you thinking about what you're saying?" "Yes!" She shouted back at me. "I'm perfectly aware of what I'm saying. I'm perfectly aware of what I want. I have been perfectly, completely, totally aware of these feelings for you since I was nine years old. Don't you remember I told you then that I wanted to marry you? What makes you think I've changed my mind?" "But, Annie," I protested weakly. "I've raised you. I'm your legal guardian. There's laws against this sort of thing. Have you considered that?" "Why do you think I waited until now to do anything about it, silly?" She said, a sly grin crossing her face despite her tears. "I'm 18. I'm an adult. Your guardianship is over. I could move out anytime, get me an apartment and live on my own, you know ... not that I want to. I want to stay here. I want to be with you! Can't you see, unk, er, Bill?" "No I don't see. Not exactly, but I'm catching on," I said. I reached my arms out to her and she stepped back in. I hugged her close, kissing her on top of her head. "This is new territory, Annie," I murmured. "You need to be absolutely sure. I need to be absolutely sure that what you're asking for is something that we should even consider." Someone to Watch Over Me "I know, Bill," she said. "I know, and I am sure. What can I do to convince you of that?" "I don't know," I said dully. "I don't know, but standing in the entryway isn't exactly the best place to discuss something that will completely change our lives. I'll make some tea and we'll sit down and talk it over, calmly and rationally. I'm not saying yes to the idea," I warned her. "Not until I'm totally convinced." "OK" Annie said meekly. "... and why don't we change into something a bit less formal while we're at it?" "Suits me fine," I said, giving her a last hug. "Meet you in the den in 15?" Annie and I find the den to be our favorite place to talk. It's as though the room invites you to have an open mind, which I got the feeling I was going to need this evening. I put on the tea kettle and then went upstairs to my bedroom to change. Annie's door was open and I could hear her moving around, changing clothes and putting things away. "Have I been that blind to her feelings?" I asked myself. "Was I so busy raising Annie, being her whole family to her, that I missed something she was trying to tell me for all these years?" I was mulling this all over in my mind as I threw on some jeans and a denim shirt along with some old deck shoes - my normal weekend getup. I remembered how Annie didn't like these shoes, saying they "look so bad even Goodwill won't take them" and was just cinching up my belt when I heard the teakettle whistle in the kitchen. I hurried down the stairs to get the kettle off the burner. I was struck by a whim. I went into the dining room and got out the old Johnson Family silver tea service. Mom Johnson rarely used it except for special occasions, but if the bombshell that Annie had dropped on me didn't qualify as "special" then nothing would. I measured out the Earl Grey into the teapot and poured the steaming water over it, filled the sugar bowl and poured milk in the cream pitcher. I was just setting two china cups on their saucers when I heard Annie coming down the stairs and walking into the den. "It's time," she called to me. "I'm on my way," I called back and carried the tea service through the dining room and into the den. * Annie had seated herself in one of the two big leather wing chairs in the den, the one facing away from me. All I could see of her was her elbow when I came into the room with the tray. She was wearing a sweatshirt. As I came around the chair to set the tea service on the table between the two chairs in the den, I noticed she was an old pair of faded jeans and pink socks. Silently I breathed a sigh of relief. It was going to be hard enough to talk with her about her sexual desires for me, her romantic feelings for me, without the added distraction of sexy clothes. "Grandmom's tea set," she giggled. "If I'd known you were going to get formal on me I wouldn't have suggested changing clothes." She was grinning at me. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She looked a lot more like a little girl now than she had earlier. * As Annie poured the tea for us I thought back to years past when she would "make" me have a tea party with her and a couple of her dolls, and part of me wished for those simpler times when I was merely uncle to an innocent little girl. I took my cup from her dainty hand and sat back in my chair. The silence between us was deafening. I looked over the rim of my cup as I sipped. Annie was staring down at her cup, apparently lost in thought. Full of dread I leaned forward in my seat, elbows on knees, to face her. Clearing my throat nervously, I looked deep into Annie's clear blue eyes. "Sweetie?" I said gently. "I don't know where to start this conversation ... I mean, well ..." "I know, unk... I mean, Bill" She murmured. She was nervously toying with the handle of her cup. "I thought you knew how I felt. Guess I didn't make myself as obvious as I thought, huh?" "Or maybe I'm just oblivious," I said. "But anyway, Annie... What's on your mind?" Annie set her cup on the table and nervously twisted her hands together. "Do you remember that time when I was about nine and told you I was going to marry you?" I nodded, remembering how we'd all laughed it off as a little girl fantasy that she'd be sure to grow out of. "Well, I remember it too. Everyone thought I'd grow out of it, but I never did. I just kept it quiet so you and Mom and Dad and Aunt Laura wouldn't make fun of me, but I seriously always wanted you to be the man I married someday. ...and then, when they all died I just felt so guilty. I knew it wasn't because of me that it happened, but, but..." Annie broke into tears and it was several minutes before she regained her composure. I didn't interrupt. I was only supposed to listen. "Even before they died, I guess I was only 12, and really becoming aware of the changes in my body... I uhm..." Annie looked down into her lap, blushing. "I noticed that my panties would get all wet when you were around, especially when you hugged me. I guess it was along in there that I discovered how good touching myself felt. I used to lie in my bed almost every night, toying with my nipples, imagining it was your lips on them; playing with my pu... self... and dreaming it was your hand instead of mine." I was shocked, to say the least. The idea that my innocent niece had such a vivid sexual imagination at such a young age was certainly an eye-opener. But on another level, my mind's eye could picture her slim form, just budding into womanhood, her own hands roaming over her body and... whew! I struggled to keep down the erection that wanted to begin a tent in my jeans. Annie was still talking. She had moved on to the night we celebrated her sixteenth birthday and I had jokingly said something about "sweet sixteen and never been kissed" and then given her a peck on the lips. I think that's the only time I'd ever kissed her lips and I had thought it was only part of a little joke. Annie apparently put much deeper significance on it. "I wanted you to kiss me again, kiss me deeper, but you didn't," Annie sighed. "My panties were soaking when I went to bed that night. I think I was up half the night, recalling the feel of your lips on mine. Not long after that, Ethan Birdwell kissed me at a party, but it just didn't feel right. I mean, Ethan's a nice kid but he's not you and I just didn't feel anything, you know?" "My friend Amy, she and I talk about sex and boys and stuff a lot - Relax. I've never mentioned you. ...well anyway, she'd found one of her mom's vibrators and she loaned it to me. She said it would 'put me right up on the ceiling' so I brought it home with me, and well, I've had Sex Ed and I knew enough about penises to know this vibrator was the same size and all as an erection. I closed my eyes and slowly pushed it inside me, dreaming that it was you sliding your, uhm, dick into me, taking my virginity." "Oh. One more thing. Right after Christmas, I had Amy's mom find me a doctor who would put me on the pill, so we could be safe. I mean, I may want children later on but not yet." Amy looked at me again hoping for some kind of response but all I could do was stare at her, my mouth open in shock. "The point is, unk, er, I mean, Bill. First of all, I love you. I love you so much that I know I'd die without you, and I want you to love me. I mean, I know you do love me, but I want it to be something more. I want to be yours, Bill. Forever. I don't want to be just Annie Johnson all my life. I want to be Mrs. Billy Barnett." I'm sure it seemed like forever before I spoke, and even then I hardly felt eloquent. "I had no idea, Annie. I mean, uhm, wow, this is a shock." It really was a shock to hear her confess that she'd been masturbating and fantasizing about me for years while planning this night for who-knows-how-long. It took me a little while to collect my thoughts. "First of all, Annie," I said as calmly as I could. "You have to realize how much of a surprise this is for me." She nodded. "And that, in a lot of people's eyes, what you're suggesting is at least chancy ethics even if it's not exactly illegal or immoral - which I'm not so sure it might not be." "I don't care about what other people think, Bill," Annie stated matter-of-factly. "I love you." "I love you, too," I reassured her. "That will never change, Annie." "It better not!" "It won't," I promised. "No matter what we decide to do. However, since you've had all these years to think about this and I've only had ..." I glanced at my watch. " ...forty-three minutes, I'm not going to say yes or no just yet." Annie looked deflated. I'm sure in her star-struck fantasy I would just say yes and we'd skip dreamily off to bed, hand in hand, and live happily ever after. "Can you give me a day, Annie?" I asked. "This is a big decision, after all." "Oh, alright," she sighed, rising from her chair. "Twenty-four hours." She looked at the clock on the mantle and then back into my eyes. "I'll even give you a few extra minutes. Let's say you tell me your answer by midnight tomorrow?" I agreed to that and Annie left the den. I was lost in my thoughts as she went up the stairs to her room. I tried to think this through logically at first. All the negative points seemed obvious. Annie was my niece. I had raised her since she was 13. I was her legal guardian. I was her uncle. We were family. What were the positive points? She loves me and I love her. Technically we aren't even related and she was, legally, an adult now. And, moral or ethical considerations aside, here was a willing woman whom I adored and cherished who had just confessed to me that she was strongly attracted to me sexually ... Logic seemed to say no, but there were the emotional issues, too. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt Annie, but would it hurt her more to say no than it would hurt her if I were to indulge her in this fantasy of hers and it went horribly wrong? I thought about the kinds of boys Annie had dated. There weren't many. Most of them were boys that I thought were suitable for her, though - they seemed mature and level-headed, respectful. Most of them were college-bound and already had some goal in mind like being a doctor or an engineer. It struck me, strangely, that they all seemed to resemble each other. Tall, slender, dark-haired and clean cut. Some of them might have even passed as sons of mine, they looked so much like me. As for me? I hadn't seriously dated at all. Working and raising Annie took most of my time and energy. Those few social engagements when I "had" to have a date I had usually managed to find one, though I never bedded any of them. Interestingly enough, these women bore a strange resemblance to my late wife - petite, blonde, blue-eyed, small-breasted women. Women who were built just like Annie. If there was a message in that, I chose to ignore it for the time being. Looking at the clock, I realized I had been reasoning this out for almost two hours. I recalled something that Mom Johnson always said. "Sometimes the best way to think about something is to stop thinking for a while and get some sleep." "You're right, Mom" I said out loud. I carried the tea set back to the kitchen, then wearily stumbled off to bed. I fell asleep quickly, but my whole night's sleep was tortured by dreams, but I can't recall any of them but the last. I only know I dreamed. The only one vivid enough to remember was the one that awakened me. I was back in the church where Laura and I got married, and the preacher was saying "Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to love, honor and cherish above all others so long as you both shall live?" I said, "I do," as the tiny hand of the bride beside me squeezed my hand. When I looked up, though, the preacher had somehow been replaced by the smiling face of Dad Johnson. I looked around. The maid of honor wasn't Laura's friend Kathy - it was Laura herself! She smiled sweetly at me. The preacher, or Dad Johnson, or whoever he was, cleared his throat. "I told you to kiss the bride son. I suggest you get to it." With trembling fingers I lifted the veil over the bride's head, revealing Annie's bright blue eyes. I leaned down to kiss her. I bolted upright in bed, covered with sweat and shaking. The covers had been kicked off the bed. The pillows were scattered. I checked the clock. It was almost noon. Twelve hours to go, but I knew what my answer would be. I showered and shaved, threw on some jeans and a polo shirt. I peeked into Annie's room to see if she was there but she wasn't. I found a note on the board in the kitchen where Annie and I leave messages for each other. Bill - I'm out with Julie Will be home by midnight. Can't wait! Love you! Annie * Less than twelve hours! I headed for the mall for a quick shopping trip and my plan formed itself in my head as I went along. I wanted to show her what my answer was rather than put it into words. I headed for one of the major department stores first where I found a silk robe for myself. Soft and sensual, but still masculine looking. Next I sought out a candle store and bought a basketful of candles all in the same scent - roses - a favorite of Annie's. After that I bought several dozen roses, all of them red, the color of passion and love. Mom Johnson had left plenty of vases and I began to think of how they hadn't been used nearly enough in the past 5 years. I was mentally checking off things as I went through the mall: flowers, candles, robe, a stop for some chocolate covered strawberries took care of everything I could get at the mall. Just one more stop to go. The final stop was probably not entirely necessary, but I wasn't taking any chances. Annie was, after all, mostly a virgin and I wanted to make sure her first time with me was comfortable and gentle. The lubricant I picked up at the adult book and novelty store was just a bit of insurance. Then it was home again, where I spent most of the afternoon working off my nervous energy arranging the house, especially my bedroom, for what would happen when Annie returned. I filled the bedroom with vases of roses and candles all around. Then I showered and shaved, put on the silk robe and anxiously waited for midnight. When the time was closer, I lit the candles in the bedroom, then slipped downstairs to wait in the den, leaving just one lamp on between the two wing chairs. I heard her key in the lock and my heart rate instantly doubled. Since the light in the den was the only light on in the house, she headed toward it. I almost gasped as she entered. She looked so beautiful, standing in the doorway. It wasn't how she was dressed - that was just a short skirt with a t-shirt with sandals. There was just a glow about her. Maybe it was the new light I was seeing her in and the decision I was going to announce to her. I could see her nervousness as she looked toward where I was sitting. It seemed as though her eyes flicked from me, sitting (I hoped casually) in my wing chair, to the rose lying on the table beside me, then back to my face. I could see the nervousness turning to happiness as she took in the signs that added up to the answer she was hoping for. We gazed deeply into each others' eyes for a moment, then she came over and gently sat in my lap. It was like an electrical current passed between us when her soft form settled on me. She smiled shyly at me and then leaned in to kiss me softly. It started out softly, at least. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, our mouths opened and our tongues searched each other out. The passion was instantly unleashed. Our arms wrapped around each other, my hands began stroking her slender body, first her back and sides, then searching out the swell of her hips and the fleshy globes of her buttocks and down along her thigh. As my hand came back up her thigh, it automatically slid beneath her short skirt. Suddenly I realized that Annie was wearing a thong. She shifted her hips as my hand traveled under her, and suddenly my fingers felt the moist warmth of her virgin slit, feeling the wetness of her through the small strip of cloth. Soon my fingers slipped under the tiny thong and found the source of all that moisture Annie moaned as my fingers explored her secret recesses, then broke our kiss. I could see in her eyes that it was almost as if she was forcing herself to push away. As she rose from my lap I could see that her nipples were poking through the thin bra and light tank top she wore. Looking to her face I could see the desire burning in her eyes. "Not here," she whispered. "Not this way. Come upstairs with me" Taking my hand she pulled me up from my chair and led me to my bedroom. I could hear her sharp intake of breath when she caught sight of the candles and roses filling the bedroom. She sighed "That's so sweet" Her eyes were bright as she turned to me - whether those were tears of joy or the brightness of lust, I couldn't tell. She looked up at me with an almost shy smile and stepped into my arms, burying her face against my chest. I could feel her trembling. "Are you nervous?" I whispered. I could feel her nod her head. I kissed her hair gently and suggested that we didn't have to do this if she was scared. She pushed away from me almost violently. "No," she scowled. "I've waited for this night for years - and this last day of waiting has almost killed me. I want this to happen more than anything." With that statement, she started fumbling with the button at the side of her skirt. I gently took her hands away from her waistband, then I lifted the hem of her t-shirt. Annie bit her lower lip nervously, but lifted her arms as I pulled the shirt over her head, exposing a shiny, pale pink metallic-fleck bra. It had a front clasp that I fumbled with briefly. When it fell aside I was blessed with the vision of Annie's small breasts, barely the size of peach halves, each capped with very pale, small nipples. In a relaxed state they may have been the size of nickels, but they were hard right then, very hard, and pulled up into nubs like little cherry pits. Resisting the urge to immediately suck those delightful buttons into my mouth, I concentrated instead on the button and zipper at the side of her skirt. It fell away exposing the thong which matched the bra. I pulled her to me, her warm skin under my hands which almost automatically reached to her buttocks. Taking one cheek of her little round bottom in each hand, I kissed her deeply, feeling her hard nipples pressing into my chest with only the thin layer of my silk robe between us. I was sure she felt the erection that was throbbing against her belly, and soon she reached between and tentatively grasped at it. Breaking our kiss, I slipped the thumbs of both hands under the thong and eased it down over her hips. Annie giggled as the string of it stuck momentarily before it popped free from between her cheeks. Bending down as I lowered the tiny garment, I could see it was soaked at the crotch. The heady, heavenly aroma of her arousal greeted my nostrils. Soon the thong was down to her ankles and she stepped free of it just as I got my first view of the thatch of fine reddish-golden curls covering her mound. I kissed her flat belly just above the curls, then stood up again. I led her to the bed and she kicked off her sandals and lay down on her side to watch me. When I dropped my robe from my shoulders, she looked nervously at the erection jutting from my loins. "It's bigger than my vibrator" she says in awe. I'm not huge, but I'm sure that, to her inexperienced eyes, a real penis in full erection was very imposing. I lay next to her. On our sides we held each other and kissed deeply, then I rolled her onto her back, slipping between her thighs, supporting my weight on my elbows. I slid down slightly and started feasting on her nipples. Someone to Watch Over Me She squirmed, humping her mound against my belly, then pulled me up to kiss me. When I moved up for the kiss, My cock found its own way to her entrance. I could immediately feel how wet she was but despite her obvious arousal I was still not sure she was ready I look down at her. "Are you sure?" I asked. She bit her lip nervously as she nodded her answer. I pushed gently, and her eyes went go wide as I slid in, then they slowly closed with pleasure. I gave her a moment to get used to the feeling of being filled this way - and also to let myself get used to feeling her tight walls clenching my cock - then I started to gently thrust in and out of her. Annie, moaned softly "Oh, God. Oh my goodness. Every time you move it's... mmmmm" I don't know how I managed not to cum. It had been five years since I'd had sex. Somehow I managed to hold on until Annie looked deep in my eyes and said, "I want to feel you shoot inside me." I erupted, flooding her with sperm. That sent her spiralling into her own orgasm, wrenching a long, almost painful-sounding, moan from her. We collapsed together, my temporarily deflated organ milked by her squeezes. We kissed deeply, as if we couldn't get enough of each other. I suppose we couldn't. Annie's hungry kisses and the squeezing her walls were doing on my organ were enough to revive my erection, and soon we found ourselves thrusting at each other again. I lasted even longer this time, driving Annie to at least three climaxes. I joined her in orgasm as she was reaching her peak for the last time, again flooding her with my seed. Panting, we rolled to our sides, not breaking contact. She threw her leg over my hip and pushed herself against me, trying to keep my cock in her. We kissed deeply as our heart rates settled back to normal and my erection faded and slipped out of her. "I love you, Bill," she whispered. "I love you too, Annie," I said, stroking her sweaty back with my hand. I suppose the emotional release of our coupling, added to the afterglow of orgasm, had drained us completely, because the next thing I knew it was the middle of the night. The candles had burned themselves out. In my half-aware state, I could feel Annie's round little ass pressed against me. The natural reaction, of course, was for my cock to harden. I thought she was asleep, but her tiny hand reached between us and guided me into her sopping pussy from behind. I slid in easily and began a gentle thrusting motion. Annie rolled her hips back into me, impaling herself on my rod, the pulling forward to make the strokes just a little longer. Annie's hips rolled at a slightly faster pace than my thrusting, so I speeded up to stay with her rhythm, but she just kept raising the rate. In no time we were frantically humping against each other, my cock plunging in and out of Annie's hungry sex in rapid, full-length strokes. I only had one hand to stroke her tiny body with so I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. I kept thrusting into her as hard as I could, with one hand fondling her small firm breasts and teasing the hard nickel-size nipples - now fully hardened and pulled together, feeling like cherry pits on the ends of her tits. My right hand snaked its way down her torso, teasing her silky pubic bush. She grew impatient with the teasing and moaned "Touch me." She took my hand in both of hers and forced it downward to her slit. Holding me by the wrist, she masturbated herself with my hand while we frantically thrust into each other. "Oh, yes!" Annie groaned. "Bill, that feels so good to have you inside me, to have your hands on me. I . . . love . . . youuuuuuuuuuuu." Her last word was a long moan as her climax overtook her. Her internal spasms set off my orgasm as well, and I grunted loudly and emptied my seed into Annie's pussy for the third time that night. I rolled us back onto our sides, gently kissing Annie's neck and shoulders while I held us and we settled back to earth. When I started to pull my shrinking erection out of her, Annie reached back to grab my hip. "Stay right there," she murmured, and gave my cock a squeeze. "OK, little one," I said. "You get it your way." She sighed in that deeply satisfied way that says, "All is right with the world," and in no time she was asleep again. I wrapped an arm over her slim form and drifted off to sleep myself. I was having the most wonderful dream about a cabin in the mountains, overlooking the Shenandoah Valley. I remember standing on the porch, looking out at the sunrise as it climbed over the Blue Ridge, and then going inside. There was a bed with a homey quilt spread over it and the blonde hair of a sleeping woman was spread over one of the pillows. I gently slipped under the covers to snuggle up to her, but she rolled over to face me. It was Annie. Smiling mischievously, she reached between us and took my cock in her hand. Urging me to lie on my back, she proceeded to coax me to full erection, playing with my balls occasionally. Now and then she stopped to kiss me. When the Annie in the dream began to suck on one of my nipples, I awoke. I was amazed to find that the dream and reality were exactly the same - except for the cabin. I pulled Annie up to kiss her good morning, and our tongues wrestled with each other furiously while her soft hands fondled my now-raging erection. I grasped her hips as if to pull her over so she could ride me but she shook her head. "I'm sore, un . . . Bill," she said softly. "I want to so bad, but I'm just tender." "Then I know what to do," I said. "Lay back and relax." Annie did as I told her, but I could tell she had no clue what I was about to do as I clambered up onto all fours between her thighs. I started kissing my way down her body, licking her collarbones, sucking on each nipple in turn, then grazing down her flat tummy to her navel, which I thoroughly licked and probed with my tongue. As I moved lower, down the beginnings of a little trail of fuzz between her bellybutton and her mound, I could feel Annie's body tense. I lifted my head just enough to say, "Relax, sweetie. You're gonna love this." Then my mouth reached her curly pubes. The musky aroma of her arousal and our earlier rounds of sex went straight to my cock, which I could feel was throbbing and beginning to ooze pre-cum onto the sheets under me. I teased the silky curls with my lips for a while, slowly moving southward. I gently slipped a hand under each of Annie's toned cheeks, then l lovingly kissed Annie's outer lips. "You're not going to put your mouth there, are you?" she cried out. "I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise, Annie," I said gently. "You're sore and I'm going to kiss you better." But I haven't had a shower," she complained. "So?" I said, and slid my tongue up along her slit. I could taste the mixture of our juices and it was wonderful. Annie didn't try to stop me after that. She just spread her legs a little wider and let out little moans every time my tongue slid over her clitoris. It wasn't long before her little moans started running together and getting louder. Annie reached down and hooked a hand behind each knee, pulling herself wider for my oral assault. Her hips rolled as she pushed herself toward my tongue the best she could. I could feel her body tensing as she got closer to cumming, and then, almost like she suddenly went over a cliff, she screamed at the top of her lungs and my face was flooded with her juices. Annie had cum so hard that she actually squirted! With each wave of her orgasm, she gave another loud wail and another gush of liquid poured from her. I licked it all up greedily, chasing some of it down to her asshole. Annie finally pushed me away. "Stop! Stop!" she panted. "I can't take anymore" "Better?" I asked with a smirk. "I had no idea you'd do something like that to me," Annie said. "Nobody ever told me anything about that!" "I'm glad you liked it." "Liked it?" she giggled. "I can hardly wait for you to do it again, and I'll die if you ever stop." "OK, little one," I said as I kissed her nose. "You get your way." Annie's been getting her way for several years now. She's finished college and we're running a consulting business together from our little cabin in the Shenandoah Valley. Nobody around us suspects we aren't really husband and wife, and we don't say anything to change their minds. Someone To Watch Over Me For his part, Barry was thoroughly enjoying things. His finger pushed past her tight sphincter and into her body, only to encounter the hard contents of her bowel. Shirley’s mind spun with embarrassment. With the excitement of the date and her rush to prepare, she had forgotten to take a crap. During the evening she had felt the fullness of her waste pressing down and demanding release. Now the sensation was unbearable. “Please papa, I need the toilet.” “Wait,” Barry’s voice was stern. He briefly left the room and returned with a cat litter tray. He threw it to the floor. “Use that.” He commanded. Shirley looked at the tray in horror. She couldn’t take a dump in front of anyone else. She opened her mouth to speak in protest when she saw the look on Barry’s face. She had no choice but to obey. She squatted over the tray. As she crapped every noise – the sound of her piss hitting the cat litter, the crackling of her turd as it eased out, the small farts – echoed around the room. When the foul smell of her waste filled the room, she thought she would die from mortification. Barry had never been particularly turned on by scat but the sight of a huge turd easing from this cuty’s ass was a real turn on. Eventually Shirley finished. “I need to clean myself,” she spoke more in hope than expectation. “Sorry, I can’t help there.” Barry replied. “I can’t have you messing up my house though. Put these on.” He threw her the panties she had taken off earlier. Shirley pulled them on, shuddering as the cotton gusset smeared against the waste that remained on her butt hole. “Sit down on the floor Shirley.” Shirley moved to pick up her clothes. Barry stopped her. “No, you remain as you are until you leave. Sit on the rug, cross-legged.” Shirley complied. Sitting in front of the litter tray she was unable to avoid the stink or the sight of her shit. “Good girl. From now on your life will be ruled by me. You will do what I tell you without hesitation. If you argue or disobey, I will punish you. Is that clear?” “Yes Papa,” Shirley replied. “You will wear those panties all next week. You will not wash them. Understand?” “Yes Papa.” Given Shirley’s earlier comments about her likes and dislikes, he guessed she would hate fulfilling his instructions. He went to the desk and removed a ball point pen. Choosing an exposed part of her panties he wrote the word “Slave” “There, if that isn’t on your panties next week I will know that you have either washed them or changed them.” Barry was more than pleased with progress and finally allowed Shirley to get dressed. He gave her a lift home and instructed her to be at his home the following Friday evening at six o clock. --------------------- Shirley had mixed feelings as she lay in bed that evening. She had left her panties on to ensure that her sheets were not stained. The feeling of her sticky crotch was uncomfortable and disgusting. To her surprise she also felt excitement. This rebellion against her beliefs filled her with a strange lust. Life during the following week was more difficult than she expected. Every day she imagined that her workmates could smell that she was wearing dirty panties. Getting dressed every morning was an ordeal as she felt the crusty gusset press against her cunt - she hated it. She was still able to bathe but no sooner was she clean than she had to put on these disgusting pants. She knew she could easily cheat and not wear the pants but in a surreal way she couldn’t. Irrationally she imagined that Barry would somehow know if she cheated. --------------------- She arrived at Barry’s house promptly the following Friday. She no longer felt very nervous knowing the sorts of things likely to happen. Again she wore her black skirt and white blouse. “Hello Shirley,” Barry welcomed her. “Have a good week?” “Yes Papa.” “I thought we would go for a meal tonight. I’ve brought you a new blouse to wear.” The blouse was made of beautiful lace, expensive and rather more transparent than she normally wore. Shirley changed into the blouse in the bathroom. In the mirror she could see that almost every detail of her bra could be seen. When she returned downstairs Barry was most complementary. “Very nice, Shirley. It was made for you.” Shirley blushed at the complement. “Just one problem. You bra interferes with the effect, I think you should take it off.” “Yes Papa.” Shirley sighed in resignation and returned to the bathroom. Without her bra the blouse revealed everything – she might as well be topless. “Still, my tits are pretty good, why don’t I show them off.” Shirley told herself, trying to boost her confidence. Barry was even more complementary when he saw her the second time. “Oh, by the way Shirley, isn’t there something else I need to see?” Shirley understood, removed her panties and gave them to him. The gusset was heavily stained brown and smelled pretty nasty. The biro marking was still there. “Hmmm, tasty what do you think?” he asked, offering them to Shirley to smell. As the panties were offered to her she could see the staining and cringed that her dirtiness was being exposed. She held them a few inches from her face, grimacing in disgust. The stink was disgusting. “You like it, eh?” Barry had noticed Shirley’s expression of disgust. “Smell them.” Shirley complied, cringing inside as her nose brushed against the filthy cloth. “Oh, maybe you should have a taste. Put it in your mouth.” Barry was determined to give her a hard time. Shirley complied. Her mouth filled with the horrendous taste of her waste. She gagged. “Don’t you dare puke!” Barry warned. “Suck them!!” Somehow Shirley complied. “OK, enough fun, put them back on and let’s go,” Barry was ready to eat. Shirley reluctantly pulled back on her pants, shuddering at the contact between the damp gusset and her pussy. --------------------- Barry took Shirley to the most expensive restaurant in town. In spite of her resolve, the experience was horrific. As soon as the maitre d’ took her coat Shirley could feel the eyes of everyone on her and hear the whispering. In spite of Barry’s instructions, Shirley’s shyness threatened to take over pushing her to edge of panic. It took all of her will power to sit there and suffer everyone staring at her tits. From the grin on his face Shirley saw that Barry was enjoying the whole experience. For the first time she had a slightly uneasy feeling that her arrangement wasn’t perhaps what she had expected. “Its warm in here, I think you should open the top three buttons of your blouse,” he sneered. She complied knowing that her cleavage was now exposed. In many ways the events of the evening were a pivotal point which changed Shirley’s life. Part way through the meal she needed to pee and she went to the toilet. On her way back she noticed a man walking towards her between the restaurant tables. From his gait he was obviously slightly drunk and his eyes were glued to her tits which, she realised, were gently bouncing up and down as she walked. As he passed her the man was so engrossed with the sight of her tits that he stumbled into a table, knocking it over with plates and glasses crashing to the floor. There were gasps around the restaurant, not only in response to the man’s accident but also at Shirley’s brazen behaviour. Shirley stumbled back to their table, deeply embarrassed, while the man desperately apologised to the waiter. Barry had a face like thunder and he curtly informed her that they were leaving. They returned to his house. As they entered the lounge Barry turned on Shirley, his face flushed with anger. “You stupid, ignorant bitch, what the hell were you doing showing me up? No one makes a fool of me, why the fuck can’t you do a simple thing like show off your tits without messing up?” he snarled. Shirley was shocked and a little frightened at his vehemence; it wasn’t clear whether he was playing or not. “You know what happens to girls who screw up, take your knickers off.” Mutely Shirley removed her knickers and handed them to Barry. “Open you mouth wide,” he snarled. Shirley complied and Barry pushed the reeking panties into her mouth. Shirley struggled not to gag as her mouth was packed full of stinking cloth. Barry tore the blouse off her body and fiercely gripping one of her nipples pulled her down to the dungeon. He sat on a chair. “Bend over my knees.” Shirley obeyed and Barry pulled her skirt up and began slapping her naked butt with his hand. She immediately realised that he wasn’t playing. Each slap stung fiercely bringing tears to her eyes. After a moment Barry stopped. Shirley could not see it but he had picked up a leather paddle. The first Shirley knew about what he had done was when she heard a loud slap followed by an excruciating fiery pain flooding through her rear. She tried to scream but all sound was muffled by her panties. “This was what you get for upsetting me bitch,” he snarled as he paddled her rear fiercely. As he paddled her his temper increased and every blow became harder than the last. Slowly her milky cheeks first became red and as the paddling continued darker bruises and ridges appeared until in one or two areas the skin broke and blood began to ooze. Shirley hoped that the pain would ease but if anything it intensified. At one stage she pissed herself after a particularly hard blow. Barry felt the hot wetness down his leg and a flood of arousal anger went through him. “You’ve pissed on me to filthy slut,” he shouted beating her even harder. He was getting turned on like never before by this experience, his cock was rock hard and pressed against her belly. He thrashed her harder, her rear by now bleeding heavily, runnels of blood trickling down her thighs. Shirley involuntarily wriggled against Barry’s lap sufficiently to trigger his orgasm. She didn’t hear his groan of pleasure but she certainly felt his cock twitch against her followed by warm dampness as his juice seeped through his pants. It was just like her father. Shirley hoped that her rear would become numb but Barry’s skill was in teasing out fresh pain with every slap. The pain was almost driving her out of her mind and she felt the room recede as though she was about to faint. With his orgasm Barry’s fury ebbed and he finally stopped beating her. Wincing she stood up, her face was red and streaked with eye shadow and tears. “You may go home.” Was all that Barry said, dismissing her like a naughty schoolgirl. --------------------- Back at her home Shirley’s first instinct was to take hot shower. Her rear stung fiercely as she soaped it but she was determined to wash the filth of the whole evening off her body. She felt an anger which consumed her completely. That bastard had used her. She had been a fool paying him good money so that he could get his own gratification from her. He was just like her father – getting his rocks off as he beat her. She left the shower and toweled her body down – not an easy task when she reached her battered rear. She looked in the mirror to see that her previously superb rear was now a mess of red and purple bruises and lacerations. The decision was made, Barry was now history – once she had had her revenge. With her ideas and feelings resolved she rang Barry the next morning. “Barry, it’s Shirley,” she began when he answered the phone. “First I want to apologise for letting you down last night, it won’t happen again.” Barry was exultant that she had come back grovelling for forgiveness – he had the bitch where he wanted her. “I would like to review the limits of our arrangements – I think it’s time for us to move things along and change the boundaries, if you get my meaning,” she continued. Barry understood quite clearly, she was offering the chance to screw her. With his arrogance and twisted logic he assumed that the previous night had turned her on. “Of course, if you feel ready,” he replied. “When do you want to meet?” “I can be over now, if you’re free,” came the reply. Barry jumped at the chance, he could easily cancel the session already planned with another customer that morning. Shirley slipped into a tight black dress but chose to leave her underwear at home. She slipped the now unspeakably filthy knickers in her bag. Barry’s face was a picture of lust when he opened the door – he almost drooled as he let Shirley into the house. “Shall we go upstairs?” he asked planning to lead her to the bedroom. “No, I would like to go to the cellar,” she replied, walking down the stairs. “A little fetish, eh?” Barry was grinning as he followed – he anticipated some serious fun. “Do you mind if I tie you up a little?” Shirley asked. “Fine, anything to please a lady.” Shirley led him to the rack and quickly fastened his wrists and ankles so that he was reclining. A strap around his head held him fast. “Open mouth papa,” she husked. Barry complied willingly and Shirley dropped a small blue object into Barry’s mouth. “A little Viagra to help you out.” Shirley husked. “100 milligrams will ensure you keep it up. I don’t have a drink to help you swallow it, maybe this will help.” She leant forward a slowly spat a large gob into his mouth. The taste of her sweet spit was nectar to Barry. He swallowed the Viagra tab. Before Barry realised what was happening, Shirley pushed her filthy panties into his mouth and slipped a ball gag into on top, ensured his silence. She saw the shock in his eyes as he tasted her filthy pants. “Tasty?” she asked, smiling. She gave a second smile and left the room. Shirley made herself a coffee and sat down in the lounge. The viagra would half about half an hour to be absorbed and she wanted it to work to the max. She caught sight of the desk in the corner and decided to conduct a little research. The desk was locked but she easily levered it open with a knife from the kitchen. Inside were a diary and a ledger. It was quite clear that Barry was making serious cash, most of his clients were being charged over £200 an hour. The diary was equally revealing giving explicit detail of what he thought of his clients. Shirley was appalled by the comments about herself confirming her own conclusions about him. He deserved some serious torment. She found the admin password to his web site in the diary and she quickly powered up the PC and logged into the site. There were the usual sections of picture galleries and mpegs. There was also a special VIP area. She found a link with the text “Cute blonde takes a dump” and clicking on it soon found herself watching a video clip of her shitting in the cat letter tray. She felt appalled and betrayed that countless other perverts had seen her humiliated. She went into the hall and found a door near the end. It led to a small room separated from the lounge by a two-way mirror. Inside were a professional video camera and a full video editing suite. It took her a matter of seconds to damage the equipment seriously. This guy was about to suffer. The half an hour was now up and she went downstairs. “Ready for fun, lover?” she smiled. Slowly she peeled off her dress, running her hands over her body provocatively. Slowly she ran her hand between her legs, her finger slipping in her wet slit. Shirley slowly sucked her finger, tasting her juices. Barry had rarely seen anything so erotic and felt his cock stiffen in his tight jeans. Shirley had found a hobby knife in the kitchen and she used it to cut off Barry’s clothes, finally leaving him naked. The clothes had cost him a lot of money but were a small price to pay for the fun that was to come. His cock, now fully erect, lay throbbing across his belly. While Barry had seen her naked, this was the first time she had seen him. She was impressed. His body was hard and fit and his cock an impressive length. She placed her hands on his chest, rubbing and tweaking his nipples. Barry’s cock twitched involuntarily. “Hmmm, you like that?” Shirley murmured before bending forward to take each of his nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling. Her tit brushed across Barry’s cock adding the pleasure. Slowly Shirley ran her tongue down his body, taking time to lick his navel and then downwards to his cock. She loved the clean but masculine musk of his body – any other time she would have enjoyed fucking him. The end of his cock oozed clear fluid which smeared over her lips as she took his cock head into her mouth. Softly she sucked pushing her tongue between his glands and foreskin. Barry was in heaven – never before had he experience such head. He pushed his hips forward trying to thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Shirley stopped sucking and looked up grinning. “Slow down tiger, this is going to last. You’ve got nice big cock Barry, I wonder if we can make it bigger.” Very slowly she opened her mouth wide and eased his cock into her. Fighting the gag reflex, she allowed the cock to move down her throat until her lips pressed against Barry’s hairy belly. Barry had never been properly deep throated and he felt the pleasure rise in his cock. Shirley felt the twitching in the cock and pulled back – Barry wasn’t going to come yet. She allowed his cock to fall from her mouth, dragging a long strand of drool from her throat. Shirley reached over to the table by the frame and took a large butt plug. Barry’s eyes started in horror and he made a gurgling noise. He had used the plug on clients but had an aversion to them being used on himself. His mute appeal was ignored and the plug pushed in firmly. The unlubricated plug tore painfully at his sphincter as Shirley pushed it in but once in place it exerted a constant pressure against his prostate. To his surprise, the pressure magnified his pleasure tenfold. She returned her attention to his crotch taking each of his balls into her mouth sucking and rubbing with her tongue. He moaned with pleasure. Stopping she quickly reached for a thin leather strap which she fastened around his ball sack before attaching it to the frame below him. As she tightened the strap it pulled his balls down. Barry winced slightly with the pulling on his sack before the tension added to the pressure in his cock. He thought it would explode. Just to add to the pressure Shirley slipped on a rubber cock ring over his dick. Shirley stood back and admired her handiwork. Barry was now incapable of moving. His cock was hugely erect and purple in colour was securely and tightly bound. Slowly, infinitely slowly, Shirley moved her body over Barry – her tits brushing his cock, chest and finally his face. Positioning herself carefully so he could see, she rubbed her dripping cunt over his cock – to and fro, his cock sliding into her slit making small wet noises. Finally she positioned herself so his cock nudged into her opening. She pushed down until she felt it’s pressure against her hymen. Barry was in a haze of pleasure, the moment of perfect penetration was at hand - in a moment he would buried up to the hilt in her body. He closed his eyes so he could absorb every nuance of the pleasure. She held her position for a moment and then, to his dismay, lifted her cunt off him. “As I recall it, you enjoy seeing me piss and shit,” she whispered. “Maybe you will like this.” She eased herself up until her crotch was above his face and began to piss. She had a very full bladder and she release a powerful jet of her piss onto his face. The hot, stinking stream entered his eyes and nose and dribbled down the narrow gap around the ball gag. Barry struggled not to choke as his limited airway flooded. The stream of piss seemed to go on for an eternity and Barry began to believe that he would choke to death. Someone To Watch Over Me Shirley wasn’t going to let this happen and she climbed off. Barry looked both pathetic and ridiculous. Soaking wet and half drowned in piss with this huge purple hard-on. She moved over to her dress and began to put it on. “Sorry Barry, I must go.” She smiled seeing his look of deepest frustration. “It’s been fun but I really am ready to move on. I’m afraid the Viagra coupled with the cock rings will keep you stiff for quite a time. There is a chance that the restricted circulation might cause the flesh of your cock to start to die but if I remember, I’ll call the emergency services to release you in a few hours. Hopefully gangrene won’t have set in before then. Thank you for your time and all you’ve taught me but you’ve been having far too much fun at my expense and I think you need to suffer a little. “ “We won’t be meeting again. Bye!” Barry watched as she disappeared upstairs and heard the sound of the dungeon door being locked, the key being broken in the lock, her walking down the hall and the front door closing. Softly he began to sob…