On Your Knees Boy! - Sex Stories

On Your Knees Boy!

Authors Note:

This piece is written in a different style and as though I am talking to you, the reader. Thought it was something different to try rather than the past tense tradition. Please let me know if you like it (or if you don't). Any feedback good or bad always welcome.

On your Knees Boy!

Alex shouts out "beta boy! Get in here!"

I don't respond, it really irritates me when someone thinks they can bark orders at me when they aren't entitled to.

I hear Sasha call out in reply "Don't talk to your step father that way!"

She adds, "You are only in charge of him when I am not around young lady."

Ok, so maybe I should fill you in a little on the characters here. Sasha, is my long term Mistress, who I have been collared to for about nine months now. As far as the outside world is concerned, she is my girlfriend and Alex, well, she is Sasha's daughter who is thirty one.

Sasha, is an ex glamour model with long dark brown hair that is long enough to reach the bottom of her shoulder blades. She used to do photoshoots for the likes of Vogue, Cosmo and some risqué shoots for Skin Two. Let's just say her five foot nine inch slender body looks great in latex no matter what the outfit and her breasts are large enough to get her noticed.

Alex, although thirty one is still very much a mommy's girl. Home schooled due to Sasha's glamour work and used to getting what she wants all of the time. She inherited her Mom's looks and her feisty attitude.

Due to a ...

... breakdown in communication on my part (according to Sasha), Alex is allowed to boss me around when Sasha isn't home so I use "not entitled to" in a loose way. Unfortunately for me, Sasha isn't home a lot at the moment due to her many business commitments!

Anyway, back to the story...

Alex replies with a sigh "Yes Mom."

Alex calls out in a sickly sweet tone, "Daddy dearest."

I know she is after something when she calls me that, she is never normally that nice to me.

I walk in to the living room and see Alex wearing a low cut white strappy top and the shortest black mini skirt I have ever seen, sat in an armchair with a book in her hand.

I can't help but see how her nipples are clearly showing through her top and I curse myself under my breath for noticing and the apparent effect it is having on certain parts of my body.

She would never admit it but I am sure she has done it on purpose just to get a reaction from me.

Alex looks over the top of her book with a smirk saying "On your knees boy."

My instinct at this point is to walk forward and comply with her demand as her mother would make my life hell otherwise but, given what I heard Sasha say just now, I try to be brave and say, "Alex, you can't talk to me like that, you aren't in charge."

She ignores my defiance saying, "I like to put my feet up while I'm studying and I need a footstool."

I take a deep breath and try to placate her by saying firmly, "then get the one from your room." At this ...