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The Tenant
Bella
doesn't just rent a room to young collegiate men, She
enslaves them as well.
Bella
closed the door, shaking her head. He wouldn't do and he was the third
one she had rejected in the past week. Her search for a new tenant had
not gone well so far. The problem of course was that she sooner or later
slept with all her tenants and she had particular tastes. She wanted a
good looking young man of course, but more importantly she wanted one who was
relatively inexperienced, preferably virginal, and with a compliant, obedient
personality rather than a cocky, "I am god's gift to women"
type. She had had three of the former looking for her room to rent, with
the last one intimating in the interview that he would be interested in
providing some "side benefits" in exchange for a lower rent, of
course. Bella had no need for the money. She did have
need for the companionship and especially the sex, but only on her terms.
Bella liked
sleeping with her tenants. It was why she had bought the large house near
the college in the first place. There was always a steady supply of young
men about.
At 43,
Bella knew she still had it. She was attractive, not gorgeous, but
she had a body any red-blooded American male would want: she was
5'11", 155lbs, but with wonderful curves, a tight butt, and while her
breasts sagged ever so slightly, they were very large.
Just then
the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Uh,
hi," came the uncertain reply of a young male voice. "My name
is Christopher Stern and I was calling about possibly renting the room you have
available."
Bella liked
the sound of his voice. It was young, soft, calm, without a hint of
bravado or macho in it. "It is still available," she
replied. "The rent is $600 a month but includes meals. Would
you like to come by and see it?"
"Yes,
ma'am," Chris answered. "When would be a good time?"
Bella loved
the "yes ma'am." It indicated the boy was polite and respectful
and had been brought up properly by his mother. Perhaps she had even been
a bit overbearing, which provided just the right imprint on young men that
favored the games she liked to play with them. "How
about right now? Or do you have a previous engagement?"
"Uh,
no, N-now would be fine. I can be there in
about 15 minutes. I have to walk. I don't have a car," Chris
said.
"That'll
be fine, see you then." Bella put down the phone. He certainly
has promise! Hopefully he won't be fat or ugly. She didn't need her
lovers to be hunks, but they had to be at least physically appealing. She
liked the fact that he didn't have a car. It meant that he probably wasn't
going out easily in the evenings.
When Chris
arrived, Bella was not displeased with what she saw. The boy looked young
for his age, 19, and he was only a sophomore! Usually Bella's tenants
were seniors, which meant she only had them for a year or so, but if things
went well, she could have this one for up to three years. Chris was shorter
than Bella in her barefeet, only 5'7".
This was bit unusual in her experience. He wore glasses, seemed
reasonably fit, although he did not work out. His body was not overtly
muscular. Bella thought she might even have a physical advantage over this
one, because her exercise regime always included some weight training.
"Do
come in. You must be Christopher. Nice to meet you," Bella
declared after opening her door almost exactly 15 minutes later. She
liked that he had been punctual.
"It's
nice to meet you, too," Chris replied. "You can just call me
Chris. Only my grandmother calls me Christopher."
"Certainly,"
Bella said. Well, let's not waste any time. The room is this way
and if you decide you might want to rent it, we can discuss the terms in a bit
more detail."
Both Bella
and Chris walked down the hall, passing a locked door. "That is the
basement and is off limit to my tenants---lots of storage and junk down
there. Very messy. It would be far to
embarrassing to show you." Not all of that is strictly true, Bella
thought. All of my tenants eventually spend most of their free time down
there and it can get messy, it certainly can be embarassing,
but that is for later.
Bella came
to a large room with a private bathroom. "In this house, the mastersuite is on the main level. It is the room I
rent. You can see it is quite roomy, with a private bath. You
may also use the living room here, if you wish, but it along with the kitchen
is shared by me. As I said meals are included, if you wish, so they would
be with me in any event."
Chris
looked around and thought it looked like a good deal. Lots
of space, a nice room, private bath. Sharing meals with the
landlady might seem a bit odd, but it wouldn't be all the time. "I
would definitely like to rent it."
"Well,"
Bella said, 'let's sit down then and talk a bit. I have a few questions
for you first---you can't be too careful, you know. And I need to explain
a few basic rules of the house. First, why as a sophomore do you want to
rent off-campus housing? Doesn't the university guarantee housing to
you?"
Chris was a
bit surprised by the question, after all, what should it matter why he wants to
rent, but he answered all the same. "Yes, it does, but the dorms are
little rowdy and I haven't developed any friendships close enough that I would
want to live with them. From your perspective, you'd be pleased to know
that I don't drink or smoke or do drugs and I don't have overnight
guests. I need a quiet place to work."
Bella thrilled
at this. No female competition or interference, no "social
issues" to be worried about, and the prospect he would be spending most of
his free time at the house with no one likely to come looking for him---to come
interrupting. "That does indeed sound ideal. You preempted
half the rules I was going to explain. But let me add a few things.
Chris, I already like you, so I will make this offer now. When you have
laundry to do, you may add it to mine and I will do it for you---so long as you
remain a good tenant. Breakfast is at
"No,"
Chris answered, "I'll take it now. I plan to do some reading and
research before classes start, so I'll be hanging
around a lot. Is it all right if I move in this weekend? I want to
be settled early."
"That'll
be fine." Chris whipped out his checkbook and wrote out the
necessary amount. After Bella had closed the door behind him, she
thought, yes, he would make an excellent sex slave! The thought of
tying down and dominating his lithe young body, forcing him to satisfy every
one of her dark fantasies brought a fire to her groin she went upstairs to
quench.
Chris Moves
In and Becomes a Slave
Chris moved
his things in that weekend and Bella wasted little time in implementing her
agenda. During the first week Bella lavished attention on Chris,
complimenting his appearance and the neatness of the room. When they met,
mostly at mealtime, Bella wore increasingly provocative outfits designed to
attract the attention of a young, lusting male. By Wednesday, Chris found
himself masturbating to an image of Bella before going to sleep, an act he
repeated Thursday and Friday. In his eyes, she was quite sexy and had
always had a thing for older women.
By the end
of the Saturday, the second one as Bella's tenant, Chris was
preparing to sit down to dinner at
That night,
Chris could not get his mind off the sexy image of his amazonian
landlady. He masturbated twice to her imagined naked form before going to
bed.
At Sunday
breakfast, Bella repeated much of the same behavior, except wearing a
black silk nightgown, with a plush white bathrobe, which was doing only a
poor job of hiding her cleavage. By dinner, Bella felt certain she could
push Chris over the edge. He was already nearly putty in her hands.
He had walked into her trap and now she prepared the capture.
Bella dressed
in the same outfit again, as the previous day. She noted that Chris
continued to eye her even though he thought she was not noticing. She
complimented how he looked that night and how neat he had made his room
again. It seemed like idle chatter, but Bella knew young men loved to
hear themselves praised, for any reason. Finally, as she was about
to serve the food, she asked Chris to get a box of crackers from a spot in a
cabinet she was sure was a bit too high for him. Sure enough, as he
strained to reach it, she walked up behind him saying, "oh, it's all
right, I'll get it," essentially trapping Chris between her ripe frame and
the counter. Chris turned as she was upon him and for a moment they
stared at each other, she looking down at his face and he up at hers. He
had a "deer in the headlights" look about him. She bent down
and kissed Chris deeply on the mouth. As the kiss lingered, she put an
arm around his and press on his back and used her other hand to grab gently a
fistful of his hair. Chris responded positively by slowly putting his
hands on Bella's ribs. After a long moment in this position, Bella
broke the kiss gently pulling his head back by the handful of hair she had,
smiled at Chris, who grinned shyly back, and then pushed his head forward again
for another, and then another kiss. She pressed her entire body against
his, pinning him in place, and feeling the raging lust in his groin.
Finally,
she asked: "how hungry are you?"
Mouth dry,
he gasped, "very, but not for food." And with that, Bella undid
the buttons on her shirt, letting her braless chest come into full view.
His eyes
widening, Chris managed to say, "Bella, I, uh, I never..."
"Shush.
All the better. We'll do things my way and you
won't have any bad habits I will have to undo." Bella of course was
overjoyed but did not show it.
Chris
relaxed some and Bella gently, but quite firmly guided his head to her breasts.
"First,
rub your lips against them....now lick with the tip of your tongue...first one,
then the other," Bella instructed but she was moving Chris's head when she
wanted him to move. "Now begin to suck on them in full."
And right there in the kitchen Chris took the first step down the path that
would enslave him to Bella's desires.
After quite
some time at this activity, Bella released everything but Chris's hand and drew
him up to her bedroom. The mastersuite may have
been on the first floor, but Bella had redone her own room combining two into
one. It was bigger than Chris's room and had a king-sized four poster bed
on it.
"Take
off your clothes, Christopher, I want you naked before
me." If lust alone wasn't sufficient to make Chris willing to
do whatever Bella wanted, the authority with which she used his full name
was. Soon David had stripped, while Bella had remained clothed, albeit
with her shirt fully open. David had of course a raging erection,
sticking out in full view. "Nice," she observed.
"Understand, however, that we do this on my terms, in my way, I always
lead." It was an understatement as Chris would learn soon enough.
"I
understand, I'll do anything you want,"
Chris blurted, though it was his lust talking more than anything else.
"Yes,
you will, Christopher. Now come here and take off my boots and pants for
me," she said as she undid her blouse. Underneath were nylons and
garters, with her slightly trimmed pussy now fully exposed.
"I
like to play games, Chris, sex games. I won't hurt you," she lied,
"but we'll both find them highly erotic. Come, lay down on my lamp."
Bella sat down on the bed.
Chris
looked confused for a second and then realized what she had said. She
planned to spank him. He thought quickly if not that clearly. "Uh, okay," figuring that if he could take a spanking
from his mother as child, he certainly could take one now, especially in the
light of the promised reward. He laid
down across Bella's silk-encased legs and it felt so good, it seemed so
right. She was beautiful, experienced, in command, he felt as though he
should be doing whatever she told him to do. He wanted to please her
anyway he could, not least because she was the first female ever to take a
strong interest in him. Bella placed Chris's engorged penis between her
legs and clamped shut. She grabbed one of Chris's hands, twisting it
gently behind his back and at first merely cooed and rubbed his ass.
"I love your ass Christopher. It's firm and round." And
with that she gave it a good smack, then a rub, praise for how he was doing and
a further smack. She repeated this five times, not wanting to overdue
it. When she was done, Chris bottom felt sore but not unpleasantly so.
"Get
on the bed, Christopher, and lie down. Stretch out your arms and legs to
the posters of the bed." Bella then tied all four of his limbs security
to the posters with long, prepositioned
scarves. Chris could not get away, and could hardly even move.
Bella then sat down on his chest, his face eight inches from her exposed
pussy. "One of your primary duties, Christopher, one that you will
do every single time we are together is to pleasure me with your
mouth." As Bella spoke she began to inch her bottom towards Chris's
face. Chris did not look like he was looking forward to the
joining. "Not to worry, I'll tell you what to do and you will get
used it, eventually you may even crave it." As she said those words
her pussy was came to a rest against the boy's chin. "You will first
lick up and down," she said as she raised her pussy to hover a mere inch
from Chris's mouth. "Then you will push your tongue inside of me and
you will not stop as I begin to grind my pussy all over your face.
Begin." Chris did as he was told and after the first initial
contact, he did not find the experience unpleasant at all, even as his saliva
began to mix with Bella's juices. For a few minutes Bella moved in rthym with Chris's tongue but as the heat in her groin grew
she began to press down on Chris's face. Chris forced his tongue inside
farther and farther, sometimes struggling for breath as Bella lowered more and
more of her weight on his head. After a small shudder, Bella began to
grind herself against Chris's mouth and nose, moaning and groaning louder and
louder, his face now more of a dildo than anything else. Finally Bella
let out a shout as she came, her juices soaking Chris's nose, mouth, and
cheeks.
"Not
bad for a first timer, Christopher. We'll have to practice that some
more." Bella grabbed a small towel she had brought with her when she
was tying Chris down and wiped his face. She started kissing Chris again,
forcefully putting her tongue down his mouth while gently stroking his
cock. Bella knew her virgin sex toy would not last long once they mated
but today, with her excitment at fresh meat, it would
be long enough. Bella slide down Chris's body and then impaled herself on
his raging erection. Chris felt as though he had entered a state of
ecstasy. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before by his own
hand. It was warm and satisfyingly deep. Bella started a small
circular motion which minimized the sensation Chris would feel, to hold him
longer, but still managed to stimulate her clitoris. Just the same within
a minute or two, Bella could feel Chris's cock enlarge a tiny bit more and his
back arch. With a loud
After they
had finished, Bella moved Chris into a position in which they were snuggling
but he was resting his head on her breasts. Chris felt excited, warm, and
safe. He had just had sex for the first time in his life and he had found
it exhililatering! "That was one of the
best experiences of my life, Bella."
"I
should think so," came Bella's quick reply.
After a short pause, she asked, "Do you want to keep doing this?"
"Good
God yes!" Chris blurted instantly. "I was hoping this would be
more than a one time thing."
"Very
well, Chris, but then I need to be clear about how this is going to
work. First, you still pay the rent. Just because we are intimate
with each other does not negate our business relationship."
Chris just
nodded to this, it hadn't really occurred to him that
it might.
"Second,
understand very clearly that in all of our encounters, I will dominate. Do
you know what a dominatrix is?" Bella inquired.
"I've
read a little about them in the odd Penthouse or Playboy," Chris answered,
"but I don't know a lot about it."
Bella
smiled inwardly at his naivete and how extra
delicious this will make their relationship. "A dominatrix, of
course, is a woman who sexually dominates a man. She controls the sexual relationship, and often other aspects as well. She
uses bondage and discipline, not unlike what we just did but more so. I
am a dominatrix, Chris. I will always use bondage and discipline on you,
the spanking for example. Mostly because I enjoy it, but sometimes as
discipline for when you displease me."
"I'll
try not to do that!" Chris interrupted.
"Don't
interrupt me Chris," Bella said firmly. "Of course, you
will but it will happen, it always does for
one reason or another. The intensity of our encounters will gradually
rise. Tonight I was easy on you. I lied earlier. If we
continue, I will be hurting you, although not seriously or permanently.
But you will feel pain. I find it extraordinarily erotic for men to
suffer at my hands. I can be a bit sadistic. Can you accept all
this?"
Chastened
at Bella's rebuke, Chris was also scared at what he had just heard, his sexual
experience limited to an :n: of one. But he
immediately realized he was even more scared by the prospect of not being able
to continue on with Bella. She was, he realized
the perfect embodiment of his teenage sex fantasies of the older woman, who
usually was a teacher or the mother of one of his friends. And deep down,
it felt good when she was in control. He didn't know what he was doing
anyway, but he had been turned on by her control of him, by her domination,
even by her physical advantage over him. It met some deep-seated longing
he could not explain but knew was there.
"Yes,
I understand. I want to be with you more, no matter what terms you
set," Chris finally stated. Bella just smiled at him. It was
all going like clockwork, better than she had ever hoped.
"Wonderful,
for I do like you Chris. You are wonderfully innocent and that makes you
the perfect foil for my deviant mind." Chris felt happy that somehow
he made her happy. "But as I said, it will grow more intense.
You'll have to try everything I have in mind, but I would not be immune to any
pleadings from you about something you don't like. But my favorite
activities you will just have to endure no matter what. I know, too, you
will soon have school work to do. You must do it, of course. You must
get your education, but all of your other free time will be spent with me,
devoting yourself to me, worshipping the very ground I walk on. You are
the object of of my pleasure and you will be at my
beck and call at all times. And when we are in this house, you will
always address me as 'Mistress.' Clear? I know what I am doing,
Chris, you will love our times together. You're not the first young man I
have turned into my sex slave."
Chris's
mouth went dry hearing those words, but he knew there could be only one
answer. "I'm yours, Mistress." Having tasted sex, Chris
wanted it again and again and was prepared to do almost anything to get it.
"Yes,
yes you are." Bella then turned Chris over and climbed onto his
chest. The conversation had turned Chris rock-hard again and she did not
want to waste it. She pinned his wrists over his head, kissed him, put
her large suculent breasts in his mouth, and then
moved down to mount him again.
They woke
the next morning and made love once more. This time, though, Bella was a
bit rougher with the boy. Before they began she ordered him to stand and
pulled out a black leather collar and metal leash and put it on Chris's
neck. Chris turned a bit red when she did so but did not say
anything. She tied his hands together in front of him with one of
the scarves. She had also put her boots back on, adding three
more inches to her height. At 5'7" in barefeet,
Bella was now seven inches taller than Chris. She then grabbed Chris
by hair, pulled his head back so that his face looked at the ceiling and
she kissed him roughly. I like this, Bella, thought, I may have to
hunt for shorter men more often the next time. Bella then sat on the bed
and yanked Chris by the leash onto it and pulled him up to her breasts, ordering
him to suck on them. He did this for 20 minutes. Then Bella pushed
Chris down to her groin, slipping the leash between and underneath her
legs. She then pulled Chris's face to her pussy and ordered him to bring
her to several orgasms as she laid back on the pillows
and locked her legs around Chris's back. His still tied hands were up on
her chest, which he was ordered to fondle.
After about
another 20 minutes of that activity, Bella mounted her young slave for the
third time in the last 24 hours and rather roughly rode him to an orgasm.
When they
were done, Bella untied Chris and took off his leash. "Come, Chris,
let's shower and have breakfast." Bella's own bathroom had an
oversize shower with multiple shower heads, clearly designed for more than one
person. "You will join me in the shower because it will often be
your job to wash my body." Chris simply answered "yes
mistress," but the look on his face clearly showed he was having the time
of his life. In the shower, Chris used a thick cloth and lovingly ran
over every inch of Bella's body, something she very much enjoyed and she
watched as Chris then cleaned himself. Before leaving the shower,
however, Bella pushed Chris to his knees and brought his mouth to her pussy
once more as the warm water flowed over them both. Only after she came
did Bella turn off the water, this time leaving Chris's erection
untouched.
And so the
first full day of Chris's life as Bella's sex slave began.
The
Playroom
For the
next two weeks, Bella and Chris indulged themselves in each other. Bella
could never get enough of sexually dominating young men. And while Chris
was a virgin no more, he felt as though he wanted to make up for lost time,
although the frequency and pace was of course not in his control at all.
Chris managed to get some research done, but it was in between late, long and
early, long evenings in Bella's firm, controlling grip. True to her word
she had started to increase the intensity over the second week. While
he was in the house, Bella frequently required him to be naked, even if they
were watching TV or eating their meals, while she always remained fully, if
sexily, clothed. The spankings grew longer and harder, she started
blindfolding him sometimes right before intercourse. While tied to
her bed, she started playing elaborate tease and denial games that went on for
an hour or more in the middle of their love-making. Her favorite
game was keeping Chris at the brink of an orgasm with a vibrator and a glove
that inflicted pain on his penis when he came too close. Bella
would shriek with delight over and over at this activity, never seeming to grow
bored with it.
At the end
of the third week, with a weekend ahead of them and one week left before
classes started and Chris would have to spend more time out of the house, Bella
announced after dinner: "I have a surprise for you."
"What
is it, Mistress?" Chris asked.
"Not
so fast. Just wait." Bella went to fetch a blindfold and
handcuffs and the leash first. After she put them on, Chris could hear
the tell-tale sound of door being unlocked and opened. "We are going
down a set of carpeted stairs now, but don't worry I'll make sure your don't fall." Down into the basement they
descended, with Bella in front, leading the blinded Chris by the leash and
holding onto his arm. Once they reached the bottom, Bella took
Chris a ways into the room. She put leather cuffs on his feet and
separated them by by about 18 inches, attaching them
to chains anchored to the floor, She did the
same with his hands, and the same with his neck, attached it to chains coming
from the floor joists over their heads. "Here now is the
surprise." Bella took off the blindfold and Chris's eyes quickly
adjusted to a room with low lighting. What he saw genuinely frightened
him.
As he
looked around, he saw a torture chamber, a room apparently dedicated to the
sexual torment of human beings. The walls were lined with all kinds of
ropes, bondage gear, hoods, whips, and many devices Chris could not begin to
recognize. Several large pieces of furniture designed to control and
torture another human being, including a medieval-looking rack, an iron maiden
without spikes, a padded table, some sort of padded bench-looking thing, a
suspension device, a large black leather couch, a cage, and a Catherine's
wheel.
"Oh,
God," Chris whispered wondering for the first time in three weeks what he
had gotten himself into. The look of fear was evident on Chris's
face. Bella found it cute. Inspiring genuine fear into her young
lovers was one of the moments she absolutely lived for.
"Relax
Christopher. I told you things would get more intense but I would not
permanently hurt you. This is my playroom. We will spend lots of
time here this week and after you start school. This room is truly home
to me. It is where I am most comfortable and most creative. And
while it may not seem so right now, you will eventually feel the most secure
here than anywhere else. It is completely sound proof as well."
Chris's
mouth had gone completely dry. Fearful of what was to come, but wanting
very much to please the woman he had grown to love in such a short time, all he
could manage was a "yes mistress."
With Chris
perfectly secured by his chains, Bella walked over to the closet that held her
domination outfits: several pairs of high-heeled and high boots, leather pants,
halters, corsets, and hats. Changing, Bella chose her thigh-high black
boots, fishnet stockings, and black front-tying corset. It's not like she
wanted any obstructions to the pleasure centers of her body. When she
walked out, Chris's penis had gone flaccid with the fear he felt but it began
to stir again at the sight of Bella in her outfit.
"Do
you like it? It is my full dominatrix regalia."
"Y-yes,
Mistress," Chris stuttered, as if any other answer would have been
wise. Still, she did look exquisite.
"Let
the fun and games begin," Bella announced. For the rest of the
evening, long into the night, they "played."
Bella began
with putting Chris into the Iron Maiden and re-chaining his limbs to the
floor. From there Bella tried many of her discipline implements on the
poor boy, eliciting cries numerous times. Bella would only say after the
loudest cries, "I love it when you scream, Chris" or "I find
welts on men attractive." Eventually, she relented but only after
ordering Chris "to beg for it. I love it when you beg me."
"Please,
please, Mistress, please stop whipping me," Chris would choke
out.
Bella was
indeed ready to stop that. Chris's penis had gone flaccid again and
clearly he did not enjoy a high level of discipline. Oh, well, she
thought, he'll have to put up with that from time to time just the
same. After releasing Chris from the Iron Maiden, she forced him to his
knees, putting the leash and collar back on. "You will crawl on your
hands and knees in this room unless specially told otherwise.
Come." Bella led Chris over to the the
rack. "Get up on it and lie down, hands above your
heads." Bella strapped Chris into the rack and pulled his body
taught. Then she blew in his ear, praising him, while stroking his penis
back to a full erection. From that point Bella attached electrical
devices to his penis which could dispense pain or pleasure with the flip of a switch.
She spent a lot of time playing that game, repeatedly bringing Chris to the
point of orgasm and then switching the device to pain. Pleasure, pain,
pleasure, pain. And occasionally tightening the rack. It went on
for an hour. Finally she decided to move on to activities more to Chris's
liking.
Bella
released Chris from the rack, and cuffed his hands to his thighs. He could
stand or lie down normally but do nothing with this hands. Bella led
Chris to the couch and laid down on it with Chris's face between her legs and a
firm grip on the leash. Bella made the boy perform cunninglingus
for an hour or more, bringing her to repeated orgasms. In between
those delightful events, Chris was allowed to rest, but only by resting his
head on her pussy, as if it were a pillow and fully breathing in her
feminine scent. Ffinally, Bella was ready for
the real thing.
She took
Chris over to the bondage table, tying him down with rope criss-crossing
his body in numerous directions. She blindfolded him, and after some breast
suckling, gagged him as well. He had never been gagged when they
made love before. In that position she teased and tormented her slave
lover by licking his ears, biting his nipples, and stroking his cock. She
stopped her activities long enough to let his penis soften a bit so that he
would last a little longer in her. They would have to work on ejaculation
control, she thought. But as Bella mounted Chris's shaft, she was ready
to come herself. After all, laying underneath her was a 19-year old body,
completely bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and she was fucking him silly.
The image contrasted in her mind with what the average college student was
doing at that moment---or the average housewife for that matter---as she
brought Chris to an explosive conclusion, with him screaming into the
gag. She then released only the gag, getting a "you're amazing,
Mistress," by way of thanks. She then covered Chris with a blanket
and left him otherwise unchanged on the bondage table for the night. She
herself lied down on the couch. She would roust her slave two more times
in the middle of the night for repeat performances, each time stroking him to
an erection before he woke. The first time he woke as she was doing
so. The second time he woke having found her already grinding up and down
on his rock-hard penis. In the morning they would take a leisurely
breakfast and then perhaps go out and do something to celebrate the gorgeous
day(s) ahead.
Epilogue
As the
weeks and months rolled on, Chris's enslavement to Bella grew. Their life
together was a joy to them both. Bella's sexual appetite was essentially
insatiable and at 19, Chris could easily accommodate her. There seemed to
be no end to the twisted sexual games that Bella could
invent. Many he liked, some he didn't. But it felt so right to
be so thoroughly dominated by this older yet quite sexy and
demanding woman. Even when she wasn't demanding sexual activity from
Chris, he was was devoted to her. Chris spent
many hours doing his college homework, but often in Bella's presence and in the
nude. They would watch TV together occasionally. Chris would teach
Bella how to play chess. Bella would regularly whip Chris at
scrabble. They would go out to restaurants, Bella would order for
him. When they went out to movies, Bella chose the picture. Chris
did not have many friends before he moved into Bella's house, and afterwards,
none at all. He went to class and then he went home. Separated from
extracurricular activities and the dining halls, Chris was basically a
nonentity on campus and he wouldn't have changed it for the world. When
Chris's family came for the occasional visit, Bella was nothing but the
gracious and matronly looking landlady---gone were her provocative outfits,
securely locked was the basement door. Neither lover gave any hint to the
daily sexual adventure they lived. For her part, Bella was growing
increasingly fond of Chris---his innocence, his naivete,
his inexperienced aroused, ironically, very protective feelings over her young
slave, even when she put him through some agonizing torments. She
wondered how she would feel when Chris had to move on in nearly three
years. She didn't usually get so attached to her young men, but this one
was different. Chris, meanwhile, was thinking ahead: graduate
school. A doctoral program would add six more years...
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