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One Step Ahead Ch. 01

By: itsm3



This story will take a long time to get to sex. This Part 1 has almost nothing sexual in it, it's completely back story. If you want to read more about sex then please wait for Part 2, I do plan to get to that but it's easier for me to write if I include all the details that lead up to the sexual parts.

Stick with me and hopefully I can make ya happy. :) 

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Three things have happened in my life that have shaped who I am. The first thing happened when I was 10 years old.

At the time I hadn't given much thought to my life or my family. I don't think any 10 year old has beyond the random assignments that they've gotten in school requesting they describe their lives. All I knew was that I had a dad who loved me and a mom who loved me.

My life took a dramatic change for the worse in the winter of my 10th year. It was a gross December day and there were forecasts for snow and ice starting in the late afternoon so school was only supposed to be in for a half day so my mom came to pick me up at noon. 

We didn't live too far from the school, only about a 5-10 minute drive, but my mom couldn't wait to start talking to me while we drove home. She had been planning a trip for our family to go to Costa Rica for Christmas to get away from the cold and snow and she was excited to tell me some of the new trips and tours she had learned about.

We were driving pretty slow, the snow had already started and while it was mostly melting when it hit the road the conditions weren't great. While she was telling me about a scuba diving trip she wanted to go on we saw the car in front of us start to take a turn, lose control, and drift off the road and hit a tree.

My mom immediately shouted in shock then pulled over and turned to me to say, "Stay here I'm going to go make sure everyone is ok!"

I was pretty excited by the whole thing, it's not every day a kid sees an accident right in front of them. My mom had run up to the car and had their door open. She hadn't helped the other person out of their car, it looked like they were pretty shaken up but ok.

Then my life changed.

I saw a pickup truck coming around the bend from the other direction. It was going faster than was safe and when it hit the turn it kept going straight...straight toward my mom and the other car. I threw myself against my seatbelt, screaming at the top of my lungs for my mom to move. Screaming for something, anything to happen.

My mom couldn't hear my screaming and didn't turn until the driver of the truck started honking wildly. It was far too late. The truck plowed into her and the car. 

My mother and the couple she was helping were all three killed. The truck driver was completely uninjured.

He called 911 and I guess that people showed up. My memory is pretty much a blur. I remember my dad holding me back at our house. I think he was crying. I know that I was. Mostly what I remember is not being able to STOP remembering watching the truck as it continued on its unstoppable path.

The next year or so after that is also a blur. My dad wouldn't let me ignore my school so my grades didn't suffer after the first few weeks, but I wasn't doing anything else either. My dad did nothing but work and come home to me. We did things together, but neither of us had our hearts into it. My friends moved on, stopped talking to me, stopped trying.

A little over a year after the accident my dad's attitude started to change. He started to live life again. He started to cheer up. It wasn't quick but over a few months he was able to drag me out of my own stupor. I realized that even if I didn't have a mom at least I still had a dad. Those were some of the happiest years of my life. A few times a week my dad would leave work early and we'd go do something, anything. Maybe just watching a movie, maybe going to a game (I used to love with Hockey and he got me back into it), anything.

After about half a year of that my dad dropped a bombshell and my life changed again.

My dad sat me down to tell me what had pulled him out of his misery. He'd met another woman. It didn't occur to me right away to be angry with him. It seemed to make sense to me. He needed someone to take care of him the way he was taking care of me.

The bombshell was that he was marrying her. When I was 12 years old I found out I was going to have a new "mom". 

I remember the first time I met her in complete clarity. I was frustrated with my dad but trying to accept it. My life had been so much better I was trying to give the person who helped turn my dad and I's lives around a chance.

No one else had met her yet either, not my aunt and uncle or my dad's friends (mostly from work). My dad had told her that he didn't want her becoming part of a life until he felt that I was in a place to move on from my mom, and that meant not meeting anyone in his life at all. He wanted to make sure that I was going to be ok.

The first time I met her was at dinner. My dad had our cook make a meal then sent everyone home so that the three of us could eat it. I hated her. I couldn't help it. She was TOO friendly, TOO happy, TOO cheerful, but I could have forgiven her for all of those.

I hated her because when my dad left to use the restroom she leaned over to me, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Honey, I can't wait to be your new mother!"

I tried to ignore it, I tried to let it go, but it burned inside of me. 

Everyone else loved her. Absolutely loved her. Told my dad how perfect she was. They got married and everyone was happy for the happy couple.

I was 13 When she moved in with us. Mostly I just ignored her. At first dad tried to include her when he'd spend time with me, but he figured out that I preferred just the two of us.

Since my dad had less time for me I was forced to start trying to make friends again. I reconnected with most of my old friends but it wasn't quite the same with any of them. 

Being a 13 year old boy isn't easy at the best of times, but any child who has felt like they're mostly (or completely) alone in the world will tell you that it feels like nothing in the world is worse than that. I started hitting puberty pretty early, I was 5'7 at 13 and it didn't seem like I was about to stop growing. My dad was there for me to talk through it, but it was an especially hard time to feel so alone.

I don't know exactly when it started but at some point the real reason for me hating her with the true passion started: she started to tease me. It wasn't much at first. My dad worked a lot so there were plenty of afternoons and nights where we were the only ones in the house. She would do small things like bend over directly in front of me and show off a little bit of cleavage, or always bend at the waist when picking something up.

The worst thing about it was that I couldn't ignore it. No, that's not quite true. The worst thing about it was that I didn't WANT to ignore it. I would look forward to it. I hated myself for it, I hated wanting it, but I would eagerly try to see more. I never wanted to do it overtly, I hated the thought of her knowing how much I liked it, but I couldn't help trying to see more.

I guess I should say a bit about her here, so you know what this woman looks like. She was 23 when my dad married. She isn't very tall, 5'4" on a good day, probably about 5'3". She has black hair, completely black, with wavy. Not curly or straight, but that sort of inbetween wavy look. It was natural to her, I'd see her plenty of mornings with no makeup or anything else and it was still that way. I didn't know her exact cup size, I thought of checking her bras but decided couldn't bring myself to do it, so I'd guesstimate that she was a 32D, but on the smallish end of it.

Throughout this time I never started to like her. She didn't bring up being my mom again, but there was a constant edge of disrespect. She'd treat me as if I were a small kid (I know I was only ~13-14, but much younger than that) or make fun of me for needing help on my homework.

I think that if we'd had a different relationship the way she treated me could have been fine, but both of us knew how much I hated it.

As time went on the physical teasing got worse. It became a normal thing for her to wear nothing but a long t-shirt or one of my dad's dress shirts.

Growing up my parents' rule had been I did my homework (or any schoolwork, papers, projects, etc) at the dining room table. I always did the same thing and my step mom took full advantage of it. She used to come down with a book to "read and spend time with you".

I distinctly remember the pain of being eager to do my homework and the self-loathing when I would later relieve my frustrations in my room.

One of her favorite things to do was to stand next to my chair and lean over on the table to watch me do my homework. This would pull her shirt up and I'd have an eye-level view of her ass, covered by nothing but whatever panties she wore that day.

If I ever touched her in the smallest ways she would freak out and yell at me, call me names, and tell me never to touch her. That didn't stop her from touching me. She'd brush my leg, shift her weight and just so happen to have her ass swing into my arm, have her breasts drop too low and rest on my arm, etc.

I hated myself for how much I loved that brief contact.

My life took another dramatic change shortly before I turned 16. My dad had taken me to see a fight and afterwards we were getting some food.

While we were eating my dad blurted out, "Jason, I don't know an easy way to say this to you, I've already waited too long to say it, but I have cancer. I've had it for over a year now, and it's not going to go away."

I just stared at him, fork frozen on the way up, "You have cancer? You have CANCER?? You've had it for a YEAR? What do you MEAN it's not going to go away??"

"I was diagnosed with it a few months after your mother died. I didn't know how to tell you at the time the the doctors told me that I had a 80% chance for a full recovery so I thought I'd just not tell you, and let the doctors do their work."

I was still having trouble absorbing it. He told me the type he had, how they'd thought it was cured, but he just went in for a checkup and found out that not only was it back, it'd already spread throughout his body.

"The best the doctors can do is extend my life by 2-3 months. They want to start me on chemo this week. I'm not going to let them. I've done some research and there's no way I'm going to survive. I'm quitting my job and I want to enjoy my last few months while I can and go out without being miserable while stretching my life on."

"What do you mean? You're giving up? You can't just lay down and die! You have to fight! Maybe you'll live!" I shouted at him.

I couldn't help myself. I understood his choices but I didn't agree with them. I thought there had to be a way. He and I had made it through my mother's death, we could make it through anything.

"Jason, listen to me, I know this is hard but I've been over all the options. It's going to end this way and I can literally do nothing about it. I'd rather enjoy the time I have left than suffer unnecessarily.

"Son, listen to me, I know that you've always had problems with Mindy since before we were married. I think it's only fair that you understand my choices.

"I've never moved on from your mother. She was the love of my life, my heart, my everything. Losing her destroyed me, and, I'm sorry to say, I couldn't bring myself to move on.

"When I met Mindy it was as if I was watching myself from outside my own body. She made me LAUGH. I don't know how, but she broke through. I know you saw the difference in me

"I've never considered Mindy to be a replacement for your mother. I've never even thought of her the same way. This is important son, and I know you don't want to know all of this about your father, but to me Mindy has been my best friend, the closest person to me, but just that, just a friend.

"She could never replace what your mother meant to me and I've never wanted to have anything to do with another woman. I married Mindy to be married to my best friend, but I need you to understand that I married her so that it would be easier to take care of her, not to replace your mother. I never have and never will love Mindy the same way."

I was reeling. I'd had two huge revelations made to me. I couldn't handle the second one. I asked my dad more questions about his cancer, acting as if he'd not told me a thing about my step mom.

The next few months passed in a blur similar to after my mother's death. My dad had already "gotten his life in order" and spent time making sure everything would be ok. He passed his company to his brother so that he could spend time with Mindy and I. He died just a few months after telling me he had cancer. I don't know why, but it didn't crush me the way that my mother's death had. I suppose it's because I knew it was coming.

During those few months Mindy was completely differently with me. She, like me, seemed resigned to it. She wasn't happy, I was actually surprised how much it seemed to hurt her, but she was supportive of his decision to not try to make it drag out for a few more months.

After my dad died it came time to read his last will and testament. I suppose I should mention, my dad was extremely rich. Not richest man in the world rich, but rich enough that when Forbes made their annual assessment he was at least worth evaluating. He and my uncle had started a business that had ground to be a Fortune 500 company and both of them had done very well for themselves.

I was to get everything, excepting an annual stipend that would go to Mindy if she preferred to move away. My dad's wish was for Mindy and I to live with my aunt and uncle at least until I turned 18 and collected my inheritance. 

I saw no problem with this, I didn't particularly want to stay in the house with all the negative memories anyway. We arranged to start the move. I was an orphan but I was happy to at least have some family left that cared enough that they would take me in.

One Step Ahead Ch. 03



Once I'd decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.

The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.

I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would hope that I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn't retaliate.

Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn't get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.

I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn't be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.

I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn't just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge in my state. What she was doing to ME was illegal... I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.

I didn't know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn't want a repeat of this morning so I'd just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy. 

They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.

I wasn't sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad's lawyer. I didn't know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He'd been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he'd just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he'd tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.

His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.

"Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you're calling about I want you to know that you don't need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it'll go right through unless I'm in a meeting or already on a call."

He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.

"I'll make sure to do so in the future. Francis I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else."

He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, "Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won't say a word to another soul. After your father's passing I've considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul."

I didn't quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. "Well I'm very glad to hear that. I don't think that I have any business secrets that can't get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I'm glad to know that when my life is at its worst I'll have one place I can surely go.

"I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I've been out of touch with what's happening and I'd really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I'd really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence."

"As to the first, I'm sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I'll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I'll make sure she knows it's a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I'll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you're looking to hire we can handle that for you," Francis replied.

"I think that right now I'm only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I'll be sure to let you know," I said.

We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world. Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.

I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.

After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.

I'd stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn't comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to "allow" myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.

Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren't around to witness it. 

Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren't available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.

Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, "Only a few more days then it's just again sugar. You can't stay out all the nights, eventually you'll be mine." She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.

I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.

After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I'd made all my preparations. I'd done more research over those two weeks than I'd done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.

The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to do *something* before I had *anything* on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I'd need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I'd break out in cold sweats. I'd tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.

The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, "I've been waiting for this. You're all mine for two weeks. I'm so very excited."

I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn't say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it'd be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football. 

I passed the day with them, although I don't know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I'd sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.

I hadn't seen Mindy when I got home and she didn't come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don't know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.

Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn't do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn't* do something...) and that I'd have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious' first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she'd managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.

Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.

She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn't look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.

"I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I'd have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn," she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.

Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, "I can...feel...how hard...you are...waiting...for me...to ravish...youuuuu."

Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn't. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn't sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me. 

She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn't difficult. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.

She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she'd been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn't look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn't very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.

I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn't do as much to reduce the orgasm.

That wasn't the only way her "routine" had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn't looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn't until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her earlier.

I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy.

She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn't tell how long it lasted but I also couldn't stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.

She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, "can't cum, need to cum, can't do it, need to cum." It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.

After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. "You are going to make me CUM," she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.

She waddled forward and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. Maybe it shouldn't have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but I was a virgin. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn't realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.

I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, "No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don't do that. PLEASE. It's my first time Mindy, please!" Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn't of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.

She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.

She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.

She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.

When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I'd just been raped and my own body didn't have the decency to not enjoy it. 

Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, "again, I'm cumming again." 

I can't have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.




One Step Ahead Ch. 03



"I've needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You're just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I'll see you tomorrow morning," she said.

With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes then walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I'd known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I'd willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn't sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.

Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act. 

I still didn't know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I'd done it. I know had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I'd told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I'd be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.

I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn't actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.



One Step Ahead Ch. 04



I knew that it didn't actually matter how I were to present the evidence to Mindy; either she was going to accept her fate or she was going to try to find a way to get out of it. I had predetermined plans that I would follow depending on how she took it. Despite it technically not mattering how I presented the video, I wanted to make sure that it had as debilitating an impact as possible.

I figured that the best way to do that was steal her moment of power from her and turn it on her head. I had woken up around 9am both days that she had handcuffed me, I wasn't sure how long it took her to put the cuffs on but I was crossing my fingers that 7am was fine so that I set my alarm for that. That night I slept like a baby. I was pretty sure that it was because I'd gotten no sleep at all, but knowing that I had the power now probably helped as well.

I woke up slightly before 7 and jumped out of bed to switch off the alarm clock. I checked around to make sure everything was in place, then stood to wait next to my door. I had only been waiting 20 minute when my door opened and Mindy walked in. She was wearing a little white t-shirt and a pair of pink boyshorts with SPANK ME pasted on the butt. Considering my plans, the coincidence was extremely entertaining. She was carrying new handcuffs. Some part of my brain idly wondered if she had bought in bulk to get a better price on these things because she sure had a lot of them.

Mindy had only taken a few steps into the room when she noticed my bed was empty. There was a noticeable slump of her shoulders but before she could turn around I stepped up behind her and wrapped my left arm around her, pinning her arms to her sides. With my right arm I reached in front of her and put my hand around her throat, not holding tight enough to actually choke her but constricting enough to convey that I didn't want her to struggle.

"You and I are going to watch a little movie, and then, when it's over, we're going to have a conversation. Do you understand me?" I asked her.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Get your fucking hands off of me," Mindy shouted back at me.

I let go of her, spun her around, and then slapped her face. I didn't hit her very hard but she went reeling away from me. I grabbed her arm and started to pull her toward me.

"Get the fuck off of," before she could finish speaking I slapped the other side of her face about as hard as the first slap.

"You son of a," this time I really let her have it. She flew to the floor and I was sure that I was going to have left a handprint. 

"You better think carefully before you say a single word about my mother," I said to her with more menace in my voice than I knew was possible. "I want you to stand up and don't say another word to me until after we've finished watching our little movie. If you understand me then nod your head. If you don't understand then I'll be happy to keep playing this little game every time you do try to speak."

She stared daggers at me but after a few moments she stood and nodded her head. I told her to look at one of the walls then reached behind me and grabbed a remote off my dresser. I turned on a projector and the video started. She stood staring at it while I leaned against the dresser watching her.

To this day it remains one of the best moments of my life, watching the comprehension dawn on her face then transform into fear then melting into rage which slowly lost ground until there was again only fear. I waited until I was fairly sure that she understood the import of what she had just watched then switched it off.

"Take a seat Mindy. You and I are going to have a little conversation, and what comes of our conversation will be up to you. As you can see from that little video, I have proof of you doing something very, very wrong to me. In fact, I think that any sane person would agree that it's so wrong that it would send you to jail. Even with a very good lawyer this wouldn't be a short sentence. Do you agree with that assessment?" I kept my voice as calm as possible while saying all this.

Mindy stared at me with almost no expression on her face. After thinking it through for about half a minute she finally spoke, "What do I need to do to make this go away?"

"Why, Mindy, this is a horrible start! I asked you a very simple question and you failed to answer it. So far that's one time that I've asked a question that you didn't answer. We'll make sure to keep count. Now, tell me if you agree that this video is proof of you committing a criminal act."

Anger flashed across her face for a second then disappeared. "I agree that the video is what you say it is," she replied after a few more moments. 

I clapped my hands together, "Excellent! Now you already jumped ahead to the next question of how do you make this go away. Unfortunately, it doesn't. I'm not going to give you the tape. Ever. There are multiple copies of it, some soft copy and some hard copy, so you can't just destroy the laptop either.

"So if I'm not going to give it back to you then I'm sure you're wondering what IS going to happen," I gave her a bit of a fish eye then said, "I'm glad you asked! That was very considerate. Well! I'm not one for beating around the bush so what is going to happen is this: you now belong to me. In every way. You will do what I say, when I say it, no matter what it is or where you are when I say it. You are my mine from this moment forward. 

"I'm going to assume that you're still rejecting this in your head, trying to figure out a way around it so I'm going to explain something to you: what I want to do is get my revenge on you for the hell you've put me through. I would prefer to do that through my devices but I would be completely content if my revenge is sending you to jail for raping me. I will send this tape to the authorities at the slightest provocation or for ignoring the simplest of commands. I may have a preference for getting revenge one way, but it is a VERY slight preference. Do you understand me?"

"If you release that tape then everyone is going to see you getting raped too, seems to me like that's a shitty revenge," Mindy said.

"That's twice now you've failed to answer my question."

"What does that even mean, twice I've failed? Why are you counting that? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"That's three."

"Fine. Whatever. What was the question?" She asked.

"That's four. I dislike having to repeat myself. My question was: do you understand that I will release the tape at the slightest provocation?"

"I understand that you think you will, but if that were true then you'd just release it right now instead of doing your stupid counting when I didn't answer you."

I had to admit, it was actually a good point and I don't know why but it made me laugh. She was startled by the laughter and for whatever reason it made her skeptical but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"That's true. Pardon my poor semantics. The slightest provocation may not be entirely accurate, but the soul of what I'm saying remains. If you push me on something I will get you sent to jail and be satisfied by the results. Now, do you understand THAT?" 

"Yes, I understand you," she said. 

I was caught a little bit off guard by the sudden capitulation, she had replied immediately and with no animosity in her voice. After slightly longer pause than would fit in a normal conversation I said, "Alright then. Decision time Mindy. Either you give yourself to me to become my property or you go to jail. Which will it be?"

During the entire course of this conversation she had been looking me right in the eyes but for the first time her eyes dropped to the floor. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit it. Her fists clenched and unclenched but I got the impression that it wasn't from frustration, it was just part of how she thought.

Eventually she looked up at me. "I don't want to go to jail, but I have some conditions. I don't want you to," she said before I cut her off.

"I don't think you understand Mindy, this isn't a negotiation," I said. "If you choose to be my property then I own you. If I choose to treat you poorly then that's my decision. If I ignore you, let dust gather, over use you, or anything else, those are all my prerogative. Property does not get to set distinctions. This is an all or nothing. There is no inbetween. Now, which will it be?"

She looked me in the eyes, unblinking. I've always thought staring contests were silly. It's painful not to blink and doesn't really prove anything. I had no desire to lose any authority due to some stupid game but neither did I want it to look like like she could bully me just with the force of her personality. Instead I plastered an entirely apathetic look on my face and intentionally blinked at her. Slowly.

She kept staring for another minute or two then finally looked down. She mumbled something to the carpet.

"What was that? I didn't hear you. This is an important decision in your life Mindy! I think you should speak clearly, don't you?"

"I SAID, fine, I will be your property."

"Mindy, with that attitude I find it hard to believe that you really mean it. Here, if you're serious, let's do this: you nicely ASK me to allow you to be my property," I said.

Mindy stared at me in shock. I could see her wanting to exclaim that she'd never ask for such a thing but just the fact that she didn't shout at me let me know that I'd won. Finally she took a deep breath and said, "Jason, will you kindly allow me to be your property in exchange for never sharing that tape with anyone. Please."

"Yes Mindy, I will allow you to be my property."

To this day I don't know how I didn't break out into an enormous grin after saying those momentous words. Oh I knew that there would be more battles of wills, training, etc. That didn't matter. Not right now. I had done it. I won. She was mine. I'd won and everything going forward would be based in the reality that in the beginning she had 'willingly' accepted me as her owner. Life, for the first time in a very long time, was looking up.

I walked over to my dresser, pulled a blindfold out of the top drawer, walked back to her and gave the blindfold to her. She took it from my hand without saying a word and just stared at it. I didn't see a reason to say anything yet so I stood in front of her and waited. She was still sitting on the bed so I felt as if I were towering over here, looking down on her in her indecision.

"I'll put this on if you want but I'd prefer if you put it on me," she said.

I wanted her to wear the blindfold because I was fairly sure that I would not be able to control my nerves. If my hands started shaking, my anticipation showed on my face, my erection became noticeable or any other tells were present I wanted her to remain in the dark, so to speak. I also had no idea why she wanted me to put it on her but I had a hunch she just wanted to tell me to do something.

Instead of answering I shook my head.

"So I have to put it on myself?"

I nodded slowly.

"What if I miss a spot and can still see?"

"Then you fix it so that you can't see through that spot anymore," I said. 

She had been staring up at me and without looking away she lifted the blindfold up and put it around her head then tied it. She adjusted it a few times then seemed content that it was doing its job.

"Alright, your silly blindfold is on. Now what?" She said. It wasn't quite a blatantly disrespectful tone but it was close enough to irritate me. 

I wouldn't have minded if I had thought that she was just trying to make a joke out of it, I probably still would have been annoyed but may have let it slip. I wanted to own her and control her, but I wanted to own and control Mindy the person, not Mindy the robot. That meant that she'd have her own thoughts and feelings, I didn't want to discourage her personality. The appeal of owning her would be lost if all I owned was an emotionless doll.

Since her jibe appeared to have been intended to intentionally defy and annoy me I decided to add it to the punishment count. I took her hands which had dropped into her lap and lifted them up, pulling her to her feet. I bent down so that my face was inches from hers. My nose informed me that she smelled delicious, like mangos with a little bit of cinnamon. The thought was so out of place that I couldn't help but smile making me grateful for the blindfold.

Trying to keep the smile out of my voice I said, "Now you find out what I was counting for. I believe we were at four earlier. I'm adding a fifth for that comment about the blindfold."

I bent down a little farther then put one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders then picked her up, eliciting a little squeak of surprise from her. I carried her to her room and deposited her on her own bed.

"Get onto your hands and knees," I said. "Lower your shoulders and arch your back to stick your ass into the air. Good. Don't move. I'm going to go get some things. If you're not in that position when I get back then your punishments double from five to ten."

"What are you going to get?" Mindy asked.

She sounded nervous. It made me smile to hear that. It was nowhere near as nervous as I had been waiting for her to come into my room yesterday but it was a start. I left her there without answering her question.

When I got back to my room I collected what I wanted: a paddle, handcuffs, and a cane. It was amazing what you can buy on the internet. All I had to do was check a box that said I was over 18 and have a credit card. No problem. Discreet shipping too, I got them in boxes that made it look like I was ordering video games. 

I didn't return to the room right away. At first I told myself that it was because I wanted to make her wait longer, to build her nervousness. Then I shook my head. It wasn't wrong, I did want her to wait more, but really I was scared. 

I'd spent so much time living in fear of the power Mindy had wielded over me that it was hard for me to accept that the power dynamics had done a 180 degree turn. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle it and I was afraid that I'd mess it up and somehow give some of the control back to her.

It was harder than I had thought it would be. When I'd been thinking and planning over the past two weeks I'd thought I'd just be so angry and so filled with lust that everything would come naturally. I was angry and I did still find her attractive but they were buzzes at the back of my head. I felt as if I was watching everything from a third person perspective. 

Now that the moment had arrived I didn't know if I really wanted to have sex with Mindy. She had raped and humiliated me, did I really want to do anything with her? Since I'd been planning on letting my rage and lust run rampant I hadn't made any plans for this first morning. I knew that I needed to do something. Having a promise from her to be mine wasn't enough, I needed to show that I was going to exercise my control over her. 

One thing I was certain of now was that I was dominant sexually. I was turned on by the thought of a woman giving me power and control, but was I turned in practice? I didn't know. So far it hadn't worked that way with Mindy but I decided to go back to the original plan of letting what will be, be. I'd start with the punishment and see what I felt like after that.

I picked up my tools and walked back to her room. Mindy was still in the same position. Part of me was a little surprised but I offered neither praise nor surprise to her. I put everything down on the bed next to her. She didn't turn her head to look but it was clear that she wanted to ask what I'd brought in.

"Get off the bed and stand at the foot of the bed," I said. "Stand facing toward the bed."

She immediately did what I said, whimpering a little bit when she got up and released her stiff muscles. She hadn't been there very long but I guess it was enough for her to have gotten sore.

I walked up behind her took her hands and cuffed them together. After her hands were cuffed I took the bands of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them without any instruction from me.

"Bend forward and put your chest on the bed," I said. 

She again obeyed without hesitation; I was startled by her lack of pushback but I wasn't going to comment on her being a good girl just yet. After she'd bent down I took a moment to admire her ass. I'm not an ass man or a tits man, I admire the whole package, there are many things about a woman that I can find sexy, I always appreciate whatever her best attribute is. If a woman's got a sexy neck, well by golly I'm going to admire her neck. Mindy had many very fine attributes, but her ass was one of her very best.

As she was bent over in front of me I had my first ever unobstructed view. No guilt for looking, no teasing condescension from her, just me getting to enjoy the view. I could see her pussy peeking out and then I saw something that set my heart racing; Mindy was wet. Not gushing, but she definitely looked wet. I couldn't resist, I put my hand out and brushed her sex, my hands coming away with moisture on them.

I figured it out then, why I'd been so reluctant. I enjoyed control, I enjoyed power, but I had no desire to rape Mindy. I would never have guessed it but somewhere along the line Mindy had become turned on by her helplessness...unless it was still left over from her anticipation of this morning? I had no prior experience, I wasn't sure if a girl would stay wet that long.

"It looks like someone got a little wet waiting for me," I said to her. "Lick my fingers Mindy, lick them clean of your own juices."

She blushed bright red and turned her head away from my hand that was reaching up to her, trying to move her mouth as far as she could from my fingers without leaving the position I'd told her to take.

"Uh uh uhhh Mindy, I don't think you want to disobey me do you? Do you really want to add to the punishment you're about to get?"

She froze then slowly turned her head back. I hadn't moved my hand but she couldn't see so she brushed her cheek against my hand before getting it into her mouth. There wasn't too much moisture left but it left a bit on her cheek and Mindy sucked the rest off of my finger.

"Does it turn you on being helpless Mindy? Were you turned on waiting here in this room knowing I was going to come back and punish you? Were you excited waiting to find out how you would be punished?" I taunted.

"No! It's not that," Mindy shouted at me then gasped, seemingly embarrassed that her outburst had admit that she was in fact turned on.

"Not that? Explain to me what it was then, Mindy."

"I...well," she said then took a deep breath and rushed the next words out. "I don't want to be punished. I don't know what you're going to do to me and it scares me...but I think I liked having to stay here. I don't understand it but I felt so powerless and it turned me on. And...and I felt like your property, like I was just some whore you bought."

The last bit was said barely above a whisper. Talk about world shaking revelations. Never in a million years would I have guessed that this bitch who had laughed while teasing me, who had handcuffed me to a bed and raped me, that she of all people would be getting off on being turned into property.

A world shaking revelation and a rush of blood to the head between the legs. I was was more turned on from hearing those words than I'd ever been from anything else in my life. Her admission hung in the air between us but neither of us said a thing. I could see her pussy, even more engorged after her embarrassing admission. I tucked away that admitting something embarrassing was a turn on for future use.

"Be that as it may, it's not going to get you out of your punishment. I'm going to spank you ten times with a paddle for each missed question and ten times with a cane for disrespecting me. You will count spanking. If you miss one you will have to start that set of ten over. At the end of every ten you say say, 'Thank you Sir for punishing me for my mistake.' Tell me if you understand," I said.




One Step Ahead Ch. 04



"I understand, Sir," Mindy breathed in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.

I thought I'd been turned on before but her calling me Sir without any prompting had just ratcheted things up a few levels. I wasn't going to make her punishment any easier though. Turned on or not, I still had years of frustration to work out and this was just going to be the start.

I picked up the paddle and without any further ado brought it down hard on her left ass cheek. Her entire body went rigid and she screamed for all she was worth. Apparently, I wouldn't need to put any more strength into my spanks to get the desired reaction. When she was done screaming she shouted "ONE!" then pushed her face against the bed, and made a noise that sounded a little bit like a sob.

I brought the paddle down again in the same spot. She didn't scream this time but her whole body went rigid again. "TWO!"

"THREE! FOUR! FIVE!"

I swapped cheeks for the next five. After only nine her ass was starting to show signs of her punishment. I brought it down again on the right. "TEN! THANK YOU SIR FOR PUNISHING ME FOR MY MISTAKE!"

I'd never done any drugs but I certainly felt like I was on one right then. My head felt like it was miles above the rest of my body. I was floating on a happy cloud of arousal.I stopped for a moment to look at her. Her body was shaking as she gasped in huge, trembling breaths. Mindy doesn't tan, her skin is always a very pale white so the red blotches were a stark contrast to the rest of her skin.

I brought the paddle down again, aiming to hit both cheeks at the same time. "ONE!" She'd stopped going rigid for each smack. She still convulsed a little bit but I thought that she'd adapted to the pain surprisingly quickly. I aimed the next blows for higher on her ass, then lower, then low on the left side, low on the right side, low middle, then dead center the rest of them.

"THANK YOU SIR FOR PUNISHING ME FOR MY MISTAKE!"

The power was still a heady mix. Every time a blow landed with a splat I could see the effect ripple through her ass then down the muscles of her legs. I'd enjoyed watching this but decided to change it up. After the first twenty which had been a slow pace, with plenty of time for her to stop and count I thought I'd pick things up a little bit.

I brought the paddle down ten consecutive times. Mindy lost count at 6. I wasn't hitting her quite so hard as I had been previously but I think that quantity was making up for the lack. After a moment of hesitation I brought the paddle down another ten times. This time she kept up with me, shouting her thanks at the end of it. The moment she was done thanking me I gave her another ten smacks.

"THANK YOU SIR FOR PUNISHING ME FOR MY MISTAKE!"

After the first four sets I put the paddle down and picked up the cane. It was made out of bamboo and the site I'd purchased it from promised that it would serve its purpose. I'd tried bringing it down on my own legs after it had arrived and even with the lack of angle or leverage I'd felt a bit of sting. I did not envy Mindy her place.

I took aim to lay the cane across the center of her ass, hitting both cheeks then brought it down. The scream after the first paddling had only been a small prequel. She screeched louder than anyone I'd ever heard in my life...then took a very deep breath and said, "One."

This time I aimed a little lower, trying to catch her on the bottom of her ass, right above where her legs started. Same results as before. "Two."

I aimed for the same spot on the third blow but missed and hit the top of her legs instead. Her scream was not at all diminished. "Three."

After missing I aimed the next three to generally hit the center ass, bringing them down harder than the first three and back to back. "Four...Five...SIX"

Mindy had slid forward on the bed a little bit during all the spankings and when I paused after the sixth I noticed that she was grinding her hips against the edge of the bed. I thought for a moment that she was just squirming around in pain but it was too deliberate for that. I was pretty sure that she was grinding her clit against the edge of the bed.

I was amazed that she could be finding any pleasure while being caned but I was too turned on to stop her. Instead I kept up the spanking, getting up to nine fairly quickly. After the ninth it was obvious that she was grinding herself against the bed in a sexual manner. She was humping it wildly after the ninth and her screams had ceased entirely.

I shook my head with a smile on my head and a boner in my pants then brought down the final stroke...except she only grunted. There was no counting. Not a word from her, just grinding against the bed with little whimpers and moans.

"Mindy, you didn't count," I said.

"Oh. I'm sorry," she said with a thick voice that sounded both as if she had been crying and husky as if she were on the verge of an orgasm and had absolutely no repentance in it. "Please spank me again, Sir. I'll make sure to count this time."

How does a guy turn that down?

I brought the cane down harder than I had yet. She screamed again, her hips stopped grinding, she just pressed herself hard against the bed and held herself there for a moment. Then she counted the first stroke.

Her ass was glowing bright red and had some pretty nasty welts across it now. I was nervous about breaking the skin, as much as I liked making her ass glow I had no desire to make her bleed, so I decided to aim around her ass a little bit more to hit new spots. I hit higher up on her lower back and at the tops of her legs. She didn't scream anymore but each blow brought a grunt from her.

She'd started grinding her hips again after the second blow and had continued to do so through the ninth. I brought the last blow down on her ass again, not quite as hard as the first from this set but hard enough despite that.

She did scream after that tenth stroke but it was a different scream from all the rest. I stared in open mouthed shock and lust as Mindy came. Her entire body was going through convulsions, she was moaning at the same time as screaming. It seemed to go on and on without end, she just came and came. I watched her juices literally running down her legs could see her asshole wink.

When she finally stopped cumming she said in a voice that can only be described as satisfied, "Ten. Thank you, Sir, for punishing me for being disrespectful."

It wasn't exactly what she was supposed to say, but in that moment I didn't care. I was still in shock.

After a moment she said, "Sir, may I move?"

I mutely nodded until I realized she couldn't see. "Go ahead," I said, then thought better of it, "wait for a moment." I took the handcuffs off of her then told her that she could move.

She pushed herself up onto the bed, laying flat on her stomach with her legs and arms spread out wide.

I walked around to the head of the bed and got onto it, sitting down cross legged next to her head and pulling the blindfold off of her face.

"Mindy, that was a pretty amazing orgasm. Tell me what happened there," I said.

She just lay there breathing hard for a moment without saying a word. I knew she wasn't sleeping so I was about to say something about failing to answer when she finally spoke up.

"I've never felt so dominated before in my life. I can't explain more than that. I felt as if I was being truly dominated and it felt right, as if everything were right with the world. I don't know if I enjoyed the pain for the sake of the pain or if it was related to being dominated, but whatever the cause I loved that pain more than any pleasure I've felt."

She blushed and tucked her head down so that it was pressed against her shoulder, as if she were hiding from me.

I stroked her my hand through her hair a few times. I think I felt more affection for Mindy in that moment then I'd felt for her in all of the time I'd spent with her previous to this put together.

I was also hornier than I'd ever been before in my life. I stood up and took her arm and pulled her to the edge of the bed, then took her other hand and lifted her up a little bit so that I could look her in the eye.

"Now that you've had your punishment you're going to serve me for the first time," I said.

She nodded her head with a small smile then got out of bed then got to her knees in front of me. I saw that she was careful to not sit on her heels and put any weight on her tender butt.

She pulled my shorts and boxers down, freeing my cock from its confines. It was still rock hard from everything that had happened. Without hesitation she went to work on it. I'd gotten blowjobs from Mindy before but I don't know if it was because this one I was a willing participant in or if it orgasms inspired her performance, but this one put the others to shame.

As turned on as I was I knew I wasn't going to last more than a couple of minutes at most. Mindy must have sensed it too because she stopped and turned around to drop herself back on the bed with her ass in the air. 

"Take me, Jason! Take your dirty slut! Pound my pussy and show it who owns it!"

It was a tempting offer but one I didn't want to take right now for a variety of reasons. Instead I grabbed the sides of her hips and pulled her off the bed.

"Use your mouth to finish the job, Mindy. You haven't earned the right to have my dick inside you again."

She turned around with a completely crestfallen face. I think of all the things I said to her that one was the one that made it most clear to her how upset I'd been at her actions of the previous morning.

The disappointment changed to determination and she set to work again with renewed vigor. 

When my was down in her throat I felt myself pass the point of no return. I pulled myself out of her mouth. When she tried to pull me back in I told her, "No, you haven't earned the right for me to cum in your mouth either."

Her head fell to her chest for a moment, but then she nodded and looked back up at me with a smile on her face, waiting for my cum to splash onto her.

She started rubbing herself while she waited, and she only had seconds to wait. I grabbed the back of her head, gripping her hair and holding her head in place with my left hand while with my right I jacked myself off. When I came it felt as if all the tension and pressure inside of me was released and I came and came. It covered her face and dripped onto her breasts and shoulders. She started shaking too and I realized she'd just cum.

When I finished cumming she didn't say a word but sucked me into her mouth to clean me off. Every few moments she'd stop to bring a finger covered with my cum into her mouth until both my dick and her body were clean of my spunk.

When she was done cleaning me I pulled my shorts up then bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. I turned to leave but stopped when she spoke.

"Jason, err, Sir, where are you going?"

"I'm going back to my room to sleep. You should get some rest too," I said.

"You could sleep here. With me," she said.

With my back to her she couldn't see my smile. The day after one of the the worst days of my life I'd just had the best day of my life. I'd never have thought I'd own her so completely so quickly but there it was.

"Not today, Mindy. Maybe another time. Maybe."