My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... They are yours to do with as you wish. Or to ignore, as you please."

I left the invitation in the same place that I'd left the checkout card for theMistress Guide. I was once again on the offensive, pushing the boundaries. I hoped I hadn't overstepped. So far, I didn't think I had. I sauntered back to the bedroom to await the signal to move to the upstairs office. She soon called that she was done. I climbed the stairs and disappeared into the office without a word.

About ten minutes before the two-hour mark of her workday, she tapped on the door and called out that she was done. I emerged from my den and, to my elation, she held a riding crop in her hand. And I knew she'd pulled out and opened the suitcase of toys. She slapped the palm of her hand several times before she spoke.

"Down! Kiss my shoes!" she commanded. I was shocked. My submissive desires rushed throughout my body. I could physically feel the sensation. I dropped down on all fours and kissed one foot, then the other, back and forth. She uttered another command. "Take off your clothes and stand at attention, for an inspection."

Wow! This was happening fast. I was so nervous I began shaking. I was overcome with joy that my fantasies were coming to fruition. But my joy was tempered by deep embarrassment. I was compelled to obey. That's what subs do.

I stripped off every stitch of clothing, terribly self-conscious, awkward and ill at ease. I wondered how this older body might compare to her ...

... thirty-year-old boyfriend. I did the best I could. I stood at attention. Stark naked. Shoulders back, eyes straight ahead, chest out, stomach in, legs straight. She circled me, as a military superior might do in an inspection. She tapped various parts of my body with the riding crop, including my genitals and my growing penis.

"Hands behind your head," she ordered. I clasped my fingers behind my head. She stood in front of me and began flicking her tongue over my nipples. And I marveled - was it just luck or did she somehow know that this was an erogenous zone for me? And while she tickled my nipples with her tongue she encircled my balls in her fingers, squeezed and then massaged them in the most sensual way imaginable. My hard-on grew. She stepped back.

"You used to think that you're the boss. That you're in charge." She paused.

"But you're not, are you." A declaration more than a question.

"No, I'm not." I had rarely ever felt so sincere in an observation.

"I'm in charge. And I will do whatever I want. And YOU will do whatever I say. Right?" she demanded.

"Yes, that's right."

You like my tits, don't you? I've watched you stare at them since the very first time we met. Go ahead and look now. I give you permission." She rubbed them gently, showing them off. Then said, "You're not the first man who's said I have the greatest rack in the United States." I stared with great admiration.

"At ease, slave boy." She'd never addressed me in that way. I relaxed but kept ...