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Sharon Comes to Stay Ch. 01

By: WillieTurner



I don't know WHY I like female domination, I just do, I guess. I mean there is no dramatic story in my past that can account for my secret desires. No outrageously traumatic events, or some older dominatrix who 'converted' me to it. I've just liked the idea from my earliest memories. Not that I've ever had the chance to actually practice it with an actual woman.

Well, my cousin, Sharon, lived down the street from me growing up, and she was always sort of bossy towards me from the very beginning. We just sort of accepted the silly rule that since she was a month older than me, she was the boss. Actually, she accepted it first, and then told me how it would work.

As we got older, she would tease me quite a bit. But that was more of an exploration of traditional feminine power than it was anything 'dommie'. 

Well, that's not entirely true, she would sometimes explore my body to see how it worked. It was rare that I got what I wanted out of it, it was pretty much always what she wanted.

Plus, we had already settled into the pattern where we both sort of expected me to do whatever she said. As a result, I never really got anything out of it besides some secret fantasies that led to some astounding wanking sessions.

It did, however awaken in me a life long interest in being dominated by a powerful woman.

I was a pretty normal boy even after all that. I had a few girlfriends before college with a few fumbling attempts at sex in the back of a car. And there was a couple of girls in college with whom I got pretty serious, both sexually and romantically, but I never could find the courage to do more than vaguely hint at my interests in being dominated.

After a while they both broke it off with me, maybe they got the message, or maybe they didn't; but either way, they seemed to tire of me and each moved on.

After college, there was Bonnie, I got pretty serious about her, and thought she might be the person with whom I could be open and talk about my secret desires, but before I could work up the courage to have that 'special' talk, she decided she wanted to be a nun and moved to Indiana.

So by the time I was 28 or so, I had convinced myself that I was in for a long dry spell romantically. I dated, but none of the women I met really interested me enough to share my secret with. As a result, while I occasionally had a sort of plain sex with real women, my REAL sex life was played out on internet porn sites.

Then at the age of 30, I met Karen. A blonde woman with oddly long legs, a short waist, large breasts. She was a pretty successful insurance executive, with a forceful personality. I did open up to her about my needs and she rejected it out of hand. 

Karen didn't really reject me, she claimed that she liked me and wanted to keep on dating me, but there was no way she was going to "spank your ass and call you a bad boy" (Her words). I accepted what I could get, which was a somewhat bossy, but conventional girlfriend, and resigned myself to a life of internet porn.

That went on for two years and I don't think Karen even noticed I wasn't really all that into her. And I don't think she was all that into me either.

As long as I did whatever she wanted, and decorated her arm at company events, she was pretty content. She sure as hell never knew what was going on inside my head when we were having sex. Or, if she did, she didn't seem to care.

Then one day, out of the blue, my cousin Sharon called me. Sharon, now an RN still lived in our home area of suburban Chicago, while I had moved downstate to work for a huge, and quite famous, insurance company. I was a bit surprised at our conversation, we had kept in touch through social media and family gatherings, and remained quite friendly, even exchanging Christmas cards, and even an occasional shallow phone call. I had no idea she was thinking of coming to Bloomington.

But then again, our family wasn't the sort to open up to each other.

Sharon said she and Frank, her husband, had just gotten a divorce. He had alcohol problems that he didn't seem to want to address and she decided a fresh start was in order. She admitted, that her legal fees had left her in a precarious financial state and she wanted to know if I could put her up for a few weeks so she could look around for work downstate, she had heard that the downstate hospitals were understaffed.

I said 'yes' instantly. I'm not entirely sure why I answered so quickly and without having to think about it, but I suspect I felt a bit guilty for following my career path, leaving Sharon to deal with Frank on her own. Then too, looking back, I think it was because maybe I had unresolved feelings for her. That maybe her adolescent teasing of me was the happiest female relationship I had ever had. I am fully aware of just how pathetic that sounds, but it worked out in the end.

Well, for whatever the reason, I invited her to come down and stay as long as she liked. I had a spare bedroom in my small bungalow and she would be no bother at all if she didn't mind sharing a bathroom. 

I told her to not worry about her financial situation, I had a good job, and some money saved; I couldn't really afford to give her money, but certainly, I could loan her what ever she needed.

I also assured her to not worry about finding a job. Stories about the shortage of nurses downstate was in the local news media quite a bit, I was sure an experienced surgical nurse could get on at one of the local hospitals.

At any rate, she showed up the next Friday afternoon in a car loaded with her stuff, and towing a small rental trailer. I took the afternoon off to greet her and help her unload her car and move her into her bedroom. 

I had always considered Sharon pretty, and of course, I had seen photos of her that she had posted on the social networks, but I wasn't prepared for just how drop dead gorgeous she was in real life. She was tall-ish, with incredibly long legs and had mane of red hair that seemed almost alive. Her hair set off her emerald green eyes perfectly.

Karen dropped by to meet her but didn't stay long; I could tell that Karen didn't like her very much, but in truth, I didn't care. I could tell that Karen and I weren't going anywhere, and it was a matter of time before she either broke up with me, or I broke up with her. Besides, Sharon was my family, my favorite cousin and my 'sort of' sister. I knew that if Karen tried to make me choose between her and family, she would lose.

It took about 3 hours to get Sharon all settled in She had more stuff than would comfortably fit in her room so there was some stuff we couldn't store, still sitting in the living room. I told her I had a storage locker that we could move that stuff to the next day. 

Even forewarned, Sharon was still surprised at the 'Jack and Jill' arrangement of the bathroom. That is, the bathroom was situated between the two bedrooms and had two separate doors for each. She said it was a bit like living in a college dorm and hoped my aim had improved over the years!

After we had Sharon all settled in, it was about 4:00 pm. I suggested that we plan on going out for dinner, I wanted to show her a great Pizza restaurant in town.

Sharon said fine, but she wanted to clean up first. She also told me that I should shower as well, that I stunk. She went first and used up all the hot water. 

After my shower, when I jokingly complained about that. Sharon laughed and said, "Get used to it! You're living with a woman now. Our needs should come first and our grooming needs are the most important of all." 

Then she got kind of a serious look on her face and said, "At least some of the time" I could tell she was thinking about Frank.

To lighten the mood, I trotted out my best bad 'Groucho' imitation and leered, "Don't worry! The women in my life, always come first, AND they come often!"

Sharon looked a bit startled at first and then broke into a laugh, "I don't doubt that is true! You always were a sweet boy! Now go call Karen and ask her to dinner with us!"

I didn't really want Karen to go to dinner with us, I wanted a happy, stress free dinner, and a chance to catch up with Sharon's life in detail for the last 5 years or so. It was clear she didn't like Sharon all that much, and she could get pretty bitchy when she wasn't happy. 

But I thought I understood some of the social dynamics going on here. Karen felt a bit threatened by a beautiful woman living with her boyfriend, and Sharon wanted to assure Karen that she was no threat to Karen's happiness. But common sense, the fear of confrontation, and that old desire to please Sharon won out, and I did as I was told.

Did you ever notice that the more you brag about a restaurant, the worse that restaurant performs when you finally take the person you are bragging to, to that restaurant? And as a result you spend the whole time saying things like, "It's not normally like this, honest!" 

Well, that's how it was with my favorite downstate pizza place that night. The food and the service was horrendous. But it wasn't a total loss in that the three of us probably drank more beer than we should have. And that loosened us all a bit.

At first, of course, it was awkward, with stressfully polite conversation all around. But after that disappointing pizza came, the beer became more attractive. And as much as I resisted, not wanting to leave the girls alone with just each other, eventually the beer won out, and I had to go pee.

After I had stood and begged their pardon, but before I turned towards the restroom, Sharon spoke, "That's Ben for you! He always had a small bladder! When we were kids playing, he would always stop just as we were starting to have fun to go pee!"

That was not a good thing for a beautiful woman to say in front of an insecure girlfriend no matter how successful and beautiful in her own right. I felt like territory that just got marked by the new dog in town.

Karen was having none of it however, "I know all about his tiny little bladder and how it can spoil the fun!"

Did she? She never said anything, but would she say anything like that?

Karen continued, "But he has all sorts of little quirks in him that you'd be surprised about."

Whoa! This was getting out of hand! I needed to get control of the situation, pronto! But I also REALLY needed to pee!

I laughed in a short burst, "I'm sure its enormous fun for the two women I love the most to discuss my shortcomings in detail!"

With that, both stopped staring at each other, and turned to me to shoot angry laser beams at me from their eyes. Apparently I had given them a common enemy! I needed to clarify my position.

"What I mean to say is, I should be present in such a situation. Please put this on hold till I relieve my tiny little bladder!"

Karen snorted in disgust, "Oh go pee!"

Then Sharon said, "And make sure you wash your hands!"

They looked at each other and seemed . . . to share a moment and the tension between them dropped a bit. It seemed as if they were silently sharing the belief that men were rarely worth the effort women expended on them.

"I'll be right back" I said and sprinted towards the men's room.

When I returned, the tension seemed to be at a much lower level. While it was obvious that they weren't friends yet, it was clear that they weren't going to be trying to beat each other up in the parking lot either.

Suspicious, I decided to take the direct approach, "What did I miss?"

"Nothing!" Karen snorted, "Just girl talk."

"Yep!" said Sharon, "Girl talk."

I looked at both of them with some degree of suspicion, not sure what to say. I knew I was being lied to, but I also suspected that gender loyalty would present a united front against me.

Then Karen spoke up as she rose, "Well, this really HAS been fun! But I've got an important presentation tomorrow and I need to do a little more preparation and get some sleep if I want to make a sale!"

I started also rise to see her to her car, but she pressed a hand on my shoulder, "No, stay seated! I'm a big girl and can find my car myself."

Sharon rose to meet Karen and they gave each other one of those non-hostile, but still meaningless social hugs and a peck on the cheek.

Karen said, "It's nice meeting you, Sharon, I hope we see more of each other. Maybe we could go to lunch next week."

"I'd like that Karen!"

As the ladies exchanged numbers and decided on a time, I continued to wonder what had happened that my 'tiny' bladder made me miss.

Karen then gave me a very chaste kiss and told me I wouldn't likely see her until Sunday afternoon.

After Karen had left, Sharon placed her hand over mine, "I'm glad, you still rise whenever a lady enters or leaves the room. Although, if I recall correctly, I was the one who taught you that!"

"I smiled at her, "You did! In fact, most of the stuff I know about getting along in the world you taught me. God knows, my parents were no help!"

Sharon smiled at me in a gentle sort of way, "your parents were good people, Ben, they just had . . . problems that kept them from being the parents you needed. I'm just glad I was there to teach you." 

"Me too!" I said, "but even back then, I wondered, how it was, that if we were the same age, you knew so much?"

"Well, my parents didn't have the problems that yours did, so I learned a bit from them. Then too, girls that age are much more mature than boys that age, so I had some perspective."

I grinned a big ironic grin, "So THAT'S how you managed to stay two steps ahead of me at all times, and get me to do whatever you wanted?" 

Then Sharon smiled an ironic grin back at me, "Let's be honest, any female with even the most primitive skills can always stay a couple of steps ahead of a boy that age and get him to do whatever they want. Boys aren't exactly world renowned for thinking with the big head on their shoulders."

"That's true" I said, "I sometimes wonder if we ever start to think with our big heads."

Sharon stood, and seemed a tad woozy from the beer, but not seriously so, "Amen! Brother! But let's go back to your house, I suspect our conversation is about to get maudlin and reminiscent. And given our family history, that's no sort of conversation for the town's most popular bad Pizza restaurant!"

"It's YOUR house too, Sharon, for just as long as you need it to be! Besides" I belched a little belch, "This restaurant is normally better than this."

Sharon laughed a bit, "You always were a sweet and loyal boy, Ben!"

With that, she launched a little kiss that I assumed was aimed at my cheek, but missed and landed half on my lips. It was a friendly and dry little kiss, nothing sexy, and entirely appropriate, I thought. Though I did find it enjoyable.

She stepped back a bit and wiped lipstick off of my lips and cheek, "Now take me to OUR house, Ben, I gotta pee, and I hate public restrooms."

In the car home, I decided to try and take advantage of Sharon's 'looser' mental state. "So what did you and Karen talk about while I was in the Men's room?"

"Girl stuff, Like we said!"

"Oh, Come on!" I said, "When I left, the tension between you two was really starting to build, but when I came back, things were almost friendly!"

"Not friendly" admitted Sharon, "But definitely better . . ."

"Well, how did that happen?"

Sharon seemed to sober up a bit, but just a bit, and then looked directly at me, "I told her I was a lesbian and asked if she wanted to fuck."

I was thunderstruck! A lesbian? I never would have guessed. But to make things weirder, she hit on my girlfriend. True, we weren't getting along all that well, right now, but even so, that didn't make it right! I didn't know if I was angry or thought it was funny.

"You're a lesbian?"

"Yes . . . Well, No. Well, actually, I don't know with any degree of certainty what I am. I still like boys, and I like YOU, if you weren't my cousin . . ." Sharon leered at me in a most fetching manner.

"But I have to admit, I find hot women, hot! I guess the most accurate description would be that I'm curious, and seriously thinking about it."

"You hit on my girlfriend!" I wasn't sure exactly how to feel.

"Whoa Horsey!" Sharon said, "That's not why I did it!"

I looked at her quizzically.

"Look! I know I'm pretty, and it's obvious that she is uncomfortable with me living with you. It seemed to be an easy way to help her get over that, and I really need to stay with you for a bit, both financially and emotionally. That proposition, just seemed a way to make the thing look legitimate in her eyes, I haven't really had sex with another woman yet."

"Lesbian or no, trying to steal my girlfriend or not, you're my family, and you're living with me for as long as you want."

"Thanks, I love you!" Sharon said almost tenderly.

"I love you too" I said.

We drove in silence for a bit, but then my curiosity got the better of me, "So when you, ahh, asked if she wanted to fuck, what did she say?"

Sharon was silent for a bit, as if she were thinking about it, "Well, Ben . . . it wasn't the strongest, most definitive 'no' that her boyfriend could have hoped for . . ."

I looked at her nonplussed, and after a pause, started laughing, and she joined me. It felt good to laugh about Karen and me, and Sharon and me, and maybe even Karen and Sharon.

Sharon Comes to Stay Ch. 02-03



Chapter Two

Sharon stopped laughing and asked, "Are almost there, yet? I've really got to pee!"

"Almost, Just a couple more minutes," I said. And we drove in silence for a few seconds.

Sharon giggled, "Do you remember that time I had to pee and you laid on the bathroom floor with my panties down around your face?"

"I remember you dared me to do it, heck you practically made me do it. You were always putting me in weird situations."

"Well, maybe," She said, "but remember, I was very young, and I was so afraid you would wind up hanging out down the street in the Sam's parking lot with those other assholes that I had to do something!"

That line of thought confused me, Maybe she was more drunk than I thought, "How does that connect with you having me sniff your panties while you took a pee?"

"Well, remember it was obvious that you had no one but me to help you turn into a halfway decent human being. I didn't have the experience or the knowledge to do it properly to get you to pay attention. All I had were the tools any girl my age had" Sharon smiled, "my smokin' hot body, and a boy's natural horniness."

That was an amazing confession. I was sincerely amazed and touched, "I had no idea you felt that sort of pressure over me. I'm sorry I was such a jerk at times, and I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Well, I loved you, I still do. And it wasn't total sacrifice, I did have a lot of fun teasing you, as well as learning how to keep a boy interested and happy, while under my thumb. That skill has always useful and it has rarely failed me!"

"Then what happened with Frank?" I asked as we turned into my, now our driveway.

"I never had any trouble with Frank, it was the booze and drugs that gave me trouble. I tell you this, You men need constant supervision, If I ever have another boyfriend, I intend to keep him on a VERY short leash."

With that, Sharon said, "let's do it again!"

"Do what?" 

"You lay on the floor in the bathroom at my feet with my panties on your face. Let's do it one last time!"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sharon"

"What's the matter, afraid?"

"No."

"I won't tell your girlfriend if you don't."

"No!"

"Afraid you'll get all excited and lose control?"

"NO!"

"Afraid you'll become my L O O V V E E slave?"

"Come on Sharon! Give me a break!"

"I always thought you liked doing what I told you."

"No, I mean, Yes! I don't want to take advantage of a drunk woman is all."

"I'm not drunk and you know it! Come on! You know you want to do it!"

I sighed like it was a big chore, but in truth, the whole idea excited the hell out of me, "OK" I said and got out of the car.

"Come on! I REALLY got to go!" Sharon grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to the house. Once we got inside, she leg go of me and ran to the bathroom. I just kind of stood there in the living room like a jackass until I heard Sharon's voice.

"Ben, get in here!"

I stood at the door of the bathroom from her room and marveled at just how beautiful Sharon was, standing there in her light summer dress and her . . . I don't know what they're called, but they sort of look like short heeled pumps. The green of her dress contrasted beautifully with her red hair. Her feet were spread to about shoulder width. Her skin had a hint of flush to it, from the beer, I guess. 

Was it possible for her to look bad at any time? Sharon was absolutely stunning, I guess I didn't notice in the darkened restaurant.

Apparently, She felt more urgency than I did. 

"Get over here and lay down between my feet!" she commanded.

I did as she bid me though it wasn't all that comfortable. The small bathroom had the bathtub on the wall opposite the toilet so while my head was on the floor between her feet, MY legs extended up and into the bathtub.

However my view of Sharon's nether region more than made up for the slight discomfort I felt. Sharon was definitely NOT wearing the grannie panties that she wore the last time we did this. Instead she wore some beautiful black panties with a crotch panel that barely covered her pubic region.

Sharon put her hands under her dress and pulled down her panties. The skimpy lingerie did NOT prevent me from seeing everything she had, also unlike the last time. 

She had a light bush that I assumed matched the hair on her head. While she didn't appear to be trimmed "down there" (or was it 'up there' from my position?) she was not particularly hairy. However like last time, I immediately got an erection.

Once Sharon had pulled her panties down far enough for me to reach them, she said, "I shouldn't have to do all this work! You pull down these panties and make sure the crotch covers your mouth and nose!"

I did as I was told. The part that covered her ass was on my nose, while the part the covered her pussy was over my mouth. But the skimpy material left my eyes uncovered still leaving me full view of her pussy. The other thing was that the skimpy material twisted on their way sliding down her legs so that the inside of her crotch panels rested on my nose and lips instead of the outside. I took a deep breath and extended my tongue to smell and taste the damp material.

Overall the effect was heavenly. The odor had a light citrus scent, while my tongue could feel a thin layer of a thickly sweet dew. I instantly got even harder than I had been.

"OH!" said Sharon, "I see little Ben likes having my panties on his face! Maybe if he is a good boy, I'll let him do this again! OOPs! If I don't sit down and pee, Little Ben may get more than beer to drink tonight!

The wonderful view disappeared as she sat down and all I could see was her knees a little akimbo. Then I heard her start to pee, and I could smell that acrid urine smell. Then she gave a little fart.

"OOPS, Sorry!"

I was surprised to discover that I was as turned on as I had been 15 years, or so, ago.

As Sharon was finishing, she resumed noticing my erection, "Well your dick looks like it is desperately trying to get free of your pants! Do you want to loosen your pants? With that erection and all that pizza you ate earlier, I imagine you are a bit uncomfortable!"

"Are you done?" I asked and started to sit up.

Sharon put her right foot on my shoulder and pressed me back down to the ground, "I get to decide if we are done or not, I'm the one peeing, Frank!"

"OK!" and I lay back down. She seemed a little angry and I didn't want to upset her further. I decided that bringing up the notion that I wasn't Frank might not be a good idea at this point.

"Undo your pants and underwear and push them down around your knees."

I did as she commanded and exposed my erect penis to her view. 

Sharon stretched her foot out to nudge at my fully engorged prick, but her long legs just weren't long enough, "Hmm it seems you've grown some since then, but as I recall, you never dropped your drawers for me that time, did you?"

"No" I said, "but I wanted to!"

"I know, I did everything in my power to keep you wound up and eager to please. And not letting you have everything you wanted worked pretty well for that."

Sharon stopped trying to reach my dick with her foot, "turn your body lengthwise so I can reach you with my foot, and take those damn panties off your face! You look silly."

"Yes Ma'am" I surprised myself, I wasn't sure if I actually did say what I thought I said.

"Remove my shoes and don't let go of them, but keep your hands extended away from my feet. I am going to give you a pleasant little foot job, with one foot on your dick, while you kiss and suck the toes on my other foot."

"Yes Ma'am" I did as I was told.

"Yes Ma'am!" Sharon said as she positioned her feet on me, one on my chest and one on my dick, "I like that! If I ever get another boyfriend, I'm going to make him say that all the time. He won't be allowed to say my name at all, he will only use the word Ma'am; or maybe I'll make him use the word 'Mistress'. I should have made you call me Mistress! But I was too dumb to know!"

I said nothing, not certain what I could say to that little confession. Plus, she started moving her left foot up and down my erect cock and her right foot teased my nipples, that sort of distracted me. It felt really good.

"Say it now" Sharon said.

My eyes were closed and I was concentrating more on how the sensations in my nipples seemed to enhance the sensation in my groin, "Say What?"

"Call me Mistress, and make me think it is a pleasure to say! Frank never would say anything like that, too damn proud! He would never do anything for me. That bastard! But you, you Ben, you were always grateful for the opportunity to do whatever I wanted! And from now on, I'm making a few changes in my life!"

I said, "Mistress" with what I thought was great dramatic flair.

Sharon put her right foot over my mouth and stopped rubbing my cock with the other, "No! You are playing this for a joke! I want to feel the way I did when we were younger! Now call me Mistress and beg me for the privilege of being my slave!"

I looked up at her, I could see she needed this, and to tell the truth, I needed it too. 

She removed her foot from my lips, and I said, "Mistress, PLEASE let me be your slave! Grant me the pleasure of obeying you and of serving you!"

Sharon started rubbing my dick with her foot again, "You want to be my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Prove it!"

"How, Mistress?"

Sharon started peeing again, not hard and not long since she had already gone once, but, slowly, a smile grew on her face. 

"I have an idea!" was all she said as she stood up and placed one of her feet on either side of my head. The view of her trim legs, leading up to her firm but round ass was inspiring. I could see her bush with her legs spread a bit, and the gently curly hair seemed heavy with her urine. I saw a drop form on one hair and grow heavy.

"You know" she continued, "Normally, when I pee, I take a square of toilet paper and dab myself dry down there. That's so boring!"

I was staring at that drop of urine starting to stretch, clearly it was preparing to fall, and my face was directly under it. I was both horrified and excited at the same time.

"So, tonight. To PROVE you are worthy of being my slave, you will do two things. First, you will lick me clean every time I take a pee, and buddy, after the amount of beer I've had, I promise you, I'm not done peeing! Secondly, you will not be allowed to come until I say so! That is not something a slave should have any say in. And thirdly, you will do anything I want tonight, you don't get to say no to any thing. Is that clear? Do you agree?" Sharon leaned forward a bit so she could look directly into my eyes.

That little movement must have been enough to shift the center of gravity on that little drop of urine, I could see it stretch out a wee bit more and then it fell, landing on my upper lip. It had a sharp pungent odor, and I thought I could feel it open my sinuses a bit. I licked my upper lip to taste it. It tasted pretty much how it smelled, and had slightly astringent effect on my tongue.

"Yes, Mistress, I want to prove that I am worthy of being your slave." I croaked. My mouth was dry.

"Well, then, Boy! You are in for a long and frustrating night!" Sharon said as she lowered herself onto my face, "But we'll know by the end, if you are worthy of becoming my property!

It was a long and frustrating night! I'm proud to say that I obeyed her every whim, I served as her personal pussy licker, her personal hygiene boy, I let her spank me, and I kissed her feet. 

Sometimes she even called me Frank again, but she had several orgasms from my service. And that whole time, I didn't come, well not until the very end. And for that, she called me a bad boy and unworthy to be her slave. I REALLY liked that part, then she sent me to bed, alone. That, I didn't like so much.

Chapter Three

I must have been more exhausted that I thought. Usually on Saturday morning, I got up at 6:00 AM, and treated myself with a long visit to the Gym before I had breakfast. But THIS Saturday, I slept till almost 9:00 AM. Even then, I only woke up from the sound of Sharon moving stuff in her room.

I felt a bit guilty for what we had done the night before. It wasn't that she was my cousin, for some reason I was OK with that issue. But I had a girlfriend and I had cheated on her. Plus, I still felt as if I might have taken advantage of Sharon when she was not only drunk, but in an emotionally weakened state. You just don't DO that to people you love.

I dreaded facing her. But when we were kids, Sharon always mocked me whenever I showed any reluctance or fear. She would say, "Boys give into their fears, Men face them! Give me a man any day!" And naturally I would do whatever task that she assigned me regardless of the fear I felt. While phrased in a slightly juvenile manner, it wasn't the worst statement in the world to live by, so I screwed up my courage, put on a pair of loose fitting pajama bottoms, and went to face the music.

Sharon was pushing a dresser-mirror combination into a new position when I entered her room. She was dressed in some very short cut off denim shorts and was leaning into her furniture moving efforts; so the muscular cheeks of the ass that had been unequivocally mounted on my face during the early morning, was displayed to me in a most attractive manner.

"Hi!" was all she said as she looked over her shoulder.

Awkwardly, I fumbled a "Hi" back at her and for the life of me, I could not get another word out.

Sharon stopped her efforts and turned to face me. Her hand on her hips, and feet spread a bit apart. She was wearing a Grateful Dead T-shirt and was clearly bra-less, "What kind of man fails to use his superior upper body strength to help a lady?"

"OH! Sorry!" I stepped forward towards the Dresser and asked, "Where do you want it?"

"Just push it another foot forward and place it against the wall."

After I had done what she had asked, the tension I felt had dissipated a bit and I could turn towards her and venture a reasonably competent smile.

But when I had done so, Sharon patted my ass and said, "Good boy!"

Instantly, I felt my confidence fade and it must have shown on my face.

"What's wrong?" Sharon asked. 

"Oh Sharon!, Last night should never have happened!"

"I see" she said quietly, "Does our being cousins bother you?"

"No" I said, "Though it bothers me a bit that it doesn't bother me. But Sharon, I feel I took advantage of you when you were a little drunk and emotionally vulnerable. Plus, I have a girlfriend!"

She gave me a little peck on the cheek, "Let's sit on the bed."

We sat on the bed, then she said, "You always were a kind and gentle boy, and I see you still have those attributes."

Sharon laughed a little, "Were you, or were you not, my slave last night and did anything I told you to do?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me this. How could you take advantage of me in that situation? I was your Mistress and you were MY slave. Did you not enjoy yourself?"

"Well Yes! How could I not? You had me doing things to you that I've dreamt of forever!"

"Then don't worry about it!" Sharon smiled at me, "You were always very submissive towards me. If anything, I took advantage of your natural inclinations. But I feel no guilt at all, since bossing you about is MY natural inclination, and besides, I wasn't nearly as drunk as you think."

"I do feel better about that" I said, "But that doesn't negate the fact that I still have a girlfriend and I cheated on her."

Now Sharon looked a bit embarrassed, "YEAH" she said slowly, "About Karen, how much are you in love with her?"

"Well, in truth, I don't think it's going to last. I really like her, but we aren't very compatible sexually and . . ."

Sharon interrupted me, "Meaning you want her to boss you around and slap your ass?"

"Y e a h" I said sheepishly.

She pinched her thumb and index finger a few millimeters from my face, "Karen is about that far from dumping you, anyway. You don't owe her any loyalty."

"How do you know?"

Sharon said, "Remember on the drive home last night that I told you I had propositioned her to make her comfortable with me living here?"

"Yes."

"What I told you was true. But what I didn't tell you was, that she said yes. She is not the woman for you and it is extremely unlikely that she would ever be your wife. You will need to come to terms with that."

I was strangely unaffected by Sharon's statement. In truth, I had been daydreaming about breaking up with her for a few weeks, at least. I liked Karen, and enjoyed her company, but I already knew she could never give me what I wanted.

Sharon looked uncomfortable and awkward, "Uh Ben, you are the kind of sweet man who needs a woman to boss you around. We both know you are very submissive towards women and I suspect I had something to do with that when we were kids, and if that has caused you problems in your later years, I am truly sorry."

"You're right, Sharon, of course, I've known that about myself for quite some time! But I think, at most, you used what I was already feeling I've had ever since I could remember; and please believe me, there have never been problems in my adult life because of our relationship before."

Sharon smiled at me and placed her warm hand on my upper thigh. I thought that the fly of the pajama pants I was wearing weren't buttoned. Quickly I glanced down at my groin to see if anything was exposed. I couldn't see anything, and since she was sitting at my side, I didn't think I was exposed to her. 

"I intend to get that back!" she said as she moved her hands to my groin and reached through the opening of the fly and took control of my penis.

Startled, I jumped a bit, "Get it back?"

Sharon tried to calm me like a nervous race horse as one hand slid up and down my cock and the other stroked the back of my neck, "SH SH SH! It is all going to be OK!" And oddly, I did calm a bit.

Sharon continued once she saw me settle down, "Yes! You are a man who NEEDS a woman to take control, and I need a man to let me take control every so often! Don't you see there's a symmetry here?"

I was a bit flummoxed, "Well, I guess so . . ."

"Good!" Sharon continued to stroke my dick, It felt SO good!

"Then let me take control! Let me tell you what to do! Surrender that control that you find so burdensome, for a few minutes, at least!"

"Oh Yes!" I said with great conviction.

Sharon pushed me onto my back, laying on top of me as we crossed the bed perpendicularly, she kissed me, "It's 'Yes Mistress', whenever I'm in charge."

"Yes, Mistress!" I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

Sharon gave me a very light and playful warning slap on my cheek, "No! Bad boy! Slaves must only touch when they are told to do so!"

Sharon got to her feet, "Lay across the bed lengthwise" she said, "I've got to find something."

As I did so, she went to her closet opened the door, and knelt in front of a box.

"Close your eyes, and don't open them!" she commanded over her shoulder.

"Yes, Mistress" and I followed her orders.

I could hear her rattle around in that box, then I heard her rise, or maybe I felt her stand, I'm not sure. I wanted to take a peek but I was very intrigued and didn't want to break the spell, she had over me.

I felt her place a . . . sort of stretchy band over my eyes, making me blind. Then I felt a pair of handcuffs being attached to my wrists and she moved my arms over my head and heard as much as felt, her attach the other ends of the handcuffs to the headboard of the bed. I was rock hard at this point. What was happening was something I only dreamed of previously.

"If you haven't already done so" Sharon said, "You can open your eyes. You won't be able to see anything, anyway."




Sharon Comes to Stay Ch. 02-03



"Thank you Mistress."

"We need to get something straight, right off" Sharon said, "I will rock your world if you let me! But it will come at a price" I could hear her removing her clothes.

I'd have agreed to any price at that point. I guess, deep inside, I was still that disturbed young guy she was too young to control completely.

All I could think of was, "Bring it on! I'll sign up for the duration!"; but what I actually said was, "Yes, Mistress."

"This is not a game, Ben."

"Yes, Mistress."

Sharon climbed onto the bed and straddled my head with her knees, I could smell both her aroused sex, and the fact that she hadn't showered yet, I wished I could see, Sharon must have presented a magnificent sight, "but all in all, this was going pretty well" I thought.

"You may pleasure me." I heard her say.

I tried to say, "Yes, Mistress" but was cut off as she quickly lowered herself to my mouth, my nose pressed tightly against her ass.

I began my formal service to her.