The constant gardener - Sex Stories

The constant gardener

... one I felt inside.

I had accepted to come work like this, living at the mansion, just making enough money to get by. Now I couldn't afford to leave, and deep inside I wasn't even sure I wanted to. What Mrs. Donnovan did to me was confusing and weird but this last time had made me realize that I also craved it. Being this intimate to someone pretty close to perfect was a dream come true, whatever the humiliation and frustration, or so I told myself. Maybe I even loved her, like a dog loves its owner. Because there was no question about it. She owned me. I couldn't think of the word slave, but that's what I was, doing everything for her and getting nothing in return. Was she some kind of monster? Had she done this before? A nagging feeling of fear made me loose even more sleep that night.

Eventually, hunger drove me out. The rain fell in torrents. Damage control was over. Enduring it and picking up the pieces was optimistic. I had never experienced anything like this in my entire life. And because I couldn't go outside, I took my chances finding some food in the guest house. In this weather, no one would notice. Besides, I didn't know how much worse it could get.

A storm cloud was moving above, sending flashes of lightning through the air as I used a tool to lift the inner latch of the backdoor. Moving quickly, I soon found something I could shew down without leaving any traces. I was about to leave when something caught my attention, filling me with ...

... dread.

The worst thing was, I wasn't sure what.

The guest house looked familiar, could that be it? But no, I'd never been inside the place before, and looking around I was sure of it. I'd never been inside this type of house before, like something in a hotel catalogue. Still, the feeling wouldn't leave, and I had to take a couple of deep breaths just to keep me from running outside immediately. You've never felt anything like it. It was like the whole of my childhood was screaming. Flashbacks came to me, a fleeting sense of touch, a smell, the first things a child sees when he opens his eyes for the very first time.

Jerking across the living room I stood face to face with a statue, bright and red, on the mantelpiece. It wasn't something I'd seen anywhere else, couldn't be. It was one of a kind, and here it was, after all those years. In this of all places. No wonder I felt terrified. It didn't make sense.

A flash of lightning blinded me. I fell across a low sofa, not making sense of it until another flash and I saw the silhouette of a person against the porch window, standing completely still.

I didn't know what I was thinking. I crawled across the floor, feeling my way forward, until I reached the woman in front of me. Fumbling my way up her pants I found a hand and buried it with tears and kisses.

"Mom!" I screamed. "I found you!"

"No", she said. "I found you, and I brought you here."

In the dark, through my tears, I couldn't see her face. "Do you know the ...