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Chapter Five:
I hear Rita’s footsteps, and presently she entered the dining room carrying a plate in each hand which she put down on the table. She lived all alone, and so used a small dining table. I occupied one of the chairs, and she settled into the chair next to me, so that we were side by side in a quarter-to-seven arrangement, with Aunt Rita on my left.
I inspected the food that she had prepared: spaghetti with meatballs and sausages. I leaned close to her and gave her a kiss of approval.
“Okay, Rita. Let’s get started. Looks delicious.”
“I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will. I thought I might plan with you what we do over the next two days.”
Rita forked a meatball and began to chew it.
“What are your plans, Master?”
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll drive to a BDSM store I know.”
She paused in her chewing.
“A BDSM store? What for? You have a whole dungeon at your house.”
“Right. But there’s hardly anything at your place. I want to stock up some things here, so that we can work when I come over here.”
She swallowed the meatball.
“I understand. What things do you plan to buy?”
“Now now, Rita! Let that be a surprise. You’ll find out when we get there. I’ll buy some stuff I want to use, and if anything catches your interest, we can buy that too.”
She smiled, seemingly satisfied with this arrangement. But several times over the course of the meal, she persisted in trying to make me reveal what instruments I planned to buy from the store. I played along with her, never revealing anything, and giving her smart tweaks on her nipple when she became too persistent.
Dinner was over, and Aunt Rita cleared away the plates. When she returned, I asked her for some ice cream, which she served in a bowl.
“Come, Rita, sit across my lap.”
She was surprised at first, then giggled and perched herself on my lap. I took the ice cream bowl from her hand and fed her a spoonful. As she savored it, I pressed the ice cold spoon over one of her nipples. She gasped and shuddered from the sensation, and then smiled and pressed her cheek against mine.
“They always get such a lot of attention when you’re here, you know.”
“You know, I think they want some ice cream too.”
Before she could react, I had laid two dollops of ice cream on each of her breasts, and I held her still as they rolled down towards her nipples. When they were close, I leaned forward and began to lick them off her breasts, giving her nipples a good sucking in the process. I felt the muscles of her back tense up, and when I had finished nibbling at her nipples, she clasped my head to her cleavage and stroked my hair affectionately.
“Master, I love you. I love what you do to me.”
“I love you too, Rita.”
Dinner was over. It was eleven o’ clock. I wanted to be among the first to visit the bondage store the next morning, to get the complete attention of the store aids, and it was time to retire for the night. I wished Aunt Rita good night and then walked to her spare bedroom which I used when I was visiting her. I reached for the doorknob when I felt Rita clasp me from behind. I could feel her breasts pushing against my back.
“Master,” she said in a soft voice, “Please share my bedroom for tonight.”
I turned around. She had never made this request before.
“Are you sure, Rita?”
“Yes, Master.” she rested her head on my chest. “I want you to.”
“Very well” I said.
She led me by the hand to her bedroom, and I lay down on her large bed. It was quite comfortable, and the pillow was just right. Aunt Rita brushed her hair, and then lay down beside me and pulled the comforter over our bodies.
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