Taking a Chance.
written by:
MSaintC

Greetings, dear reader. A friend of mine, an amateur writer like myself, recently proposed a challenge. She and I had traded erotic fiction in the past, and she's a big fan of this site. (I don't know if she submits stories here or not.) She challenged me to write one story for each category. The conditions were that I could not use the same characters/scenarios more than twice, and each story had to be a complete work in it's own right. So I hope you enjoy them. Feedback is always welcome, public or private (and hopefully positive ^.^)

Sorry if anyone missed me, in the long delay between stories, I don't even have a good excuse for it.

This is my 12th submission. I hope you enjoy it. The website involved "CougarKingdom" is an actual website. I didn't know it when I wrote it.

Before I get into this, keep in mind that Domination isn't really my thing. If you're into the hardcore, I mean real hardcore, this story probably isn't for you.

Sorry. ; ;

Challenge #12: Female Domination

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Charlie was always 'the quiet one', you know, the one you were supposed to watch out for. Of course, not all quiet ones become rapists or killers, in fact there's a very small minority that do. And Charlie wasn't dangerous to anyone, or anything. In fact, if you didn't make an effort to know or speak to him, you'd almost forget he was there. He never was one to feel the need to draw all the attention to himself. I suppose in some way that was how he arrived at the situation he was now in, but it won't do good to jump ahead, now will it?

Charlie himself wasn't very impressive. A slim (perhaps skinny is a better word) five ten with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes, he looked very much like someone just entering high school, not the fresh graduate that he was. Charlie had no plans for college, not much ambition in life at all really. He didn't dream of being an actor or athlete, nobody too rich or too famous. He was learning the trade of a mechanic, and would sit and wait for the time when he would take over his father's garage. It was just what was expected of him. His father had done the same, and back it when from pretty much the earliest years of the automobile. His father liked to claim it went back further to servicing covered wagons, but that could never be proven, nor did anyone care. It was a small garage, only room for 3 or 4 vehicles needing service at a time, but it kept the family fed. Charlie was working on changing the oil of a nearly off the showroom floor Mercedes. The customer, an attractive brunette wearing a shapely sundress was sitting in the waiting area, reading a magazine she had brought with her. Charlie finished the change, and brought the car out for the customer, then re-entered the shop.

"The C Class is ready to go, sir."

"Any problems?" His father asked.

"No, sir. The car itself is almost new, I can find no additional work to be done."

His father nodded, his face a bit grim. The shop made very good money on "recommendations". Things on a vehicle that should be changed, parts replaced, that sort of thing. Nearly all cars had some other problem, as well as some work that could be done to prevent a problem, but they couldn't just go ahead and do the work without asking the customer first. The woman who drove this car looked rich, and didn't give the impression she knew much, and thus could probably be fleeced for extra cash. But Charlie was too honorable to even entertain the notion, and his father only did that to people he didn't like.

"Ok, go tell her it's ready. She paid in advance."

"Yes, sir."

Charlie took the keys off the rack where they stayed, and walked out to the front waiting area.

"Ma'am, you're car is ready."

She looked up from her magazine. Her face was very beautiful, with perfect smooth skin. She smiled, showing off flawless white teeth, and stood up.

"Why thank you, did you do the work yourself?"

"Yes, ma'am." Charlie had the urge to blush and turn away, but he managed to keep his composure.

The woman reached out and took the keys, holding onto his hand for a few seconds, almost to the point of uncomfortability. But then she let go. She started for the door. Charlie tried to look at anything, lest he be caught staring at her sculpted ass under her dress, and noticed the magazine sitting on the chair.

"Ma'am you forgot your.."

He picked it up, turning and found her standing in the half open door, looking back at him. He raised the magazine to extend it toward her, but she simply gave a slight shake of the head, and pointed at him. Then she was gone. Charlie stared at the vacant space, then down at the magazine. It was some kind of lingerie catalogue, not porn persay, but as close as you can get without having to be in a bag on a shelf. It was rather.. alternative however. Most of the material was dark colors, and made of leather, yet also very revealing in the right places. What attracted Charlie's eye was the page where the subscription card was. The right page was just some adds for a chain nightclub, but the left page was mostly white, with a beautiful blond on it in a white nightie. It was the writing on the page that was the kicker.

"To the young stud all covered in oil, I have a friend who'd just die to meet you. Go to www.Cougarkingdom.com and check the personals. Look for SweetMomma17. If you're interested."

It was signed "a friend", and had a lipstick print on the page. It didn't escape Charlie's notice the print was placed perfectly over the woman's toned backside. He was entranced by the image, until he heard voices approaching the door, he quickly rolled the magazine up and disapeared back into the shop.

It was a few hours later when work was finished for the day, before he thought about it again. He was prepping for the drive home, when he found the magazine he'd stuffed inside his personal locker at the shop. He wasn't sure what he'd do with it, but he'd at least take it home. No harm could come from that. He walked into his house, sharing a cursory greeting with the kid he shared the apartment with, then entered what passed for his bedroom. It was more of a closet really, as the other guy, a real ass biter named Joel, had been the one to secure the apartment, and thus Charlie was relegated to the closet. He didn't mind much, Joel was tolerable if you basically left him alone, and he still had all the emenities he needed, phone, internet etc. Once inside the room, he placed the magazine under some knick knacks in a drawer, and for a while, forgot about it.

Three weeks passed.

Charlie was sitting in a chair, trying to ignore the raging noise going on outside the door. It was a Friday, and Joel had all his jerky friends over, drinking beer and playing manly games like Guitar Hero and Madden. Some of them brought their girlfriends, most of whom came because there would be free booze. Charlie didn't care to participate, though he suspected they only invited him out of courtesy. He was just in his room, watching random videos on youtube, at the same time trying to study pictures of cars so he could be a better mechanic. Suddenly the door opened, and in walked, or stumbled rather, a cute brunette. She was clad in a t-shirt and jeans, nothing overly sexy, but cute, and she appeared...

"Oh...sorrrrryyy.. thought this was the bathroom."

Quite drunk.

"Next door over.."

"Thanks.. ssssay.. why aren't you out there?"

This wasn't the first time someone had, in a state of inebriation, stumbled into his room instead of the bathroom, thankfully, this woman didn't just start going on the floor. Joel always seemed to have plenty of alchohol in the house, and his friends dipped into it quite heavily while they were here.

"Not my scene.. thank you for your concern.."

She shrugged, drunkenly. "Whatevs.. sometimes you just gotta take chances..."

Then she was stumbling off. Charlie sighed, then stood up, closing the door. He sat back down heavily, and tried to go back to what he had been doing. But the whole concept of taking chances kept nagging at his brain. He'd never been one to stray from his comfort zone, thus he hadn't had much experience at anything. Surely he thought, he could go out there, join in on their merriment, and probably screw one of those drunk women out there, maybe even the one who busted in on him. In truth, he didn't feel like it. He wasn't a virgin, but his sex experiences were limited, and that's what Joel's drunken friends invariably ended up doing. He remembered one morning heading for the bathroom and nearly walking into a busty redhead on her way to the same thing. She was naked as a jaybird, and smelled like stale sex. She gave me a cursory appraisal, then a smile when he motioned for her to go first. A slut if he ever saw one. But that was neither here nor there. The idea of sex and taking chances brought about the rememberance of the magazine, and he took it out. He tossed it onto the table, and it opened to the page with the card in it, and the message. He sighed, then thought, what the hell.. and visited CougarKingdom.com.

It was a pretty typical porn site. Full of pics and previews of 30 and 40+ women naked and doing sex acts. There was even a section of 50+ women and some even older. Charlie felt the standard arousal from looking at naked beautiful women, but he wasn't here to browse. He clicked the link marked personals and starting scanning them. It was a little weird, at first. They used C for cougar instead of F, as well as using BT for boytoy instead of M. He kept scanning, skipping over the ads from women who claimed to be 40 or 50 and look like super models, finally finding the one from user 'SweetMomma17'. It read like this.

"SWC 47, model beautiful, very rich, and very bored, is seeking a BT in the Atlanta area for some fun. I demand to be worshipped, and if you want a piece of my wealth, you will worship me. Age doesn't matter as long as you're between 18 and 30. Race, build, doesn't matter. Send an email and a photo to SweetMomma17@CKingdom.com and I'll get back to you."

It was different from the others in that it was more direct. Also, the others flourished on themselves more, they gave bra sizes, talked about how tight and toned their asses were. This woman was looking for someone to submit, not just to have sex. Most cougars just wanted to be treated like they were still sexy as the twenty something starlets on TV, they wanted you to know they had slim bodies and breast implants. Charlie had the feeling that this woman would make you love her, no matter what. Charlie wasn't sure how he felt about that. He didn't hate his life, but he had to admit it was starting to get tiresome, the same dull routines repeated over and over. Was this some kind of sign? Something telling him to take that leap of faith. He wasn't sure he believed in it, but.. what harm could one email do?

Hello, My name is Charlie, and I read your ad on CougarKingdom. I'm 19, and in the Atlanta area, and interested in what you posted. I've enclosed a photo as asked. I await your reply."

Then he attached a photo of himself. It was taken at the beach, in front of a concession stand. He was wearing a muscle shirt and swim trunks. He looked very much the slim kid that he was. Every other picture he had was some formal occasion or at the garage, and none of them made him look appealing. He hesitated a long moment, changing and rechanging his mind about fifteen times in that short span, then just said to hell with it and hit send. What's the worst that could happen?

//--Nine days later.--\\

After nine days he'd basically forgotten the whole deal, figuring that she didn't respond because she didn't like what she saw, or already had what she wanted, or any other reason why she'd ignore him. It didn't really matter. He'd taken the chance, and it didn't pay off. Or so he thought.

He returned home from work, to find Joel sitting on the couch with his on/off girlfriend. The girl, a cute bubbly blond named Lisa greeted him. Charlie gave her a small wave, and departed into his room. Joel became impossible when his girlfriend was around. Charlie'd been threatened more than once with bodily harm or worse because Joel was certain everyone was always checking out 'his woman'. Charlie plopped himself down in the chair, and opened up his email.

From: SweetMomma17 Re: Your Ad

His jaw nearly hit the floor. She'd replied. Sure, took her a week and a half, but it was a reply. Charlie didn't hold much of a hope of a favorable reply, but he opened the email anyway.

Dear, Charlie. You're very concise as a person, and I like that. I get many emails from long winded boys telling me about their cock sizes and sexual conquests. I'll be blunt, I'm looking for someone to be at my beck and call, to submit to my every whim and desire. I'm worth over fifty million dollars, and have very little to spend that money on. If you submit to me whole heartedly, I will make sure you never have want for anything ever again. I have two conditions; We must meet first, so I can see what kind of person you are. If I decide to continue on, you will be tested for drugs and disease. If the results are to my liking, we can proceed further. If you do not agree with this, simply reply and tell me so, and we will not have any further contact.

SweetMomma17

P.S. You are very cute.

Well, it was a yes.. but a very guarded yes. She knew what she wanted, but she also was in complete and firm control. Charlie liked that about people, to be careful enough to prevent yourself from getting trapped, but also to have reasonable rules for things. He decided he'd take this a step further, and see where it went. He hit reply.

I agree to your terms. If you would be kind enough to provide me with some details, I would be happy to oblige you.

Then hit send, now, it was back to being a waiting game. He checked his email off and on that night. He knew it was pretty much a foolish notion, since it had taken her a week and a half for the first reply expecting a second the same day was foolish, but he couldn't help it. He was curious, and a little bit excited. The rest of the night was uneventful, barring one incident where Lisa entered unnanounced to bring him a couple hamburgers she'd made him, and almost caught him browsing the pictures at CougarKingdom. He went to sleep.

He must have dreamed about the mysterious woman, though he could not rememeber it. He woke up with a raging erection. He thought about getting up, checking out some porn and handling it before the day began, but when he sat down he decided to open his email first.

SweetMomma17 Re: Re: Your Ad

Dear, Charlie Hmm if you're this agreeable I think we may have something here. Are you free this weekend? If so, be at Cafe Chartrand on Freemont Street at 4:30 on Saturday. Pick a table, I will find you. If not, reply and we shall try to arrange another time. I will have someone standing by to do a blood test, so if I like what I see, we can get that out of the way as quickly as possible.

SweetMomma17

It was Thursday. Charlie only had to work Monday through Friday, so weekends were all his. He'd be at this little cafe. He knew the place, it was one of those trendy places like Starbucks. She must have picked it because it always had people in it, again another form of self protection. Now it was just a waiting game.

//--Saturday--\\

He arrived at the cafe shortly after 4. He was early, probably too early, but he wanted to make sure he was there on time. So he ordered a coffee and a danish, and slowly passed the time staring down at his food. He checked his watch often, perhaps a bit too often, but he didn't think anyone was watching him. Until..

"Hmm.. early, eager.. That's a good start."

He looked up and saw her, and was immediately in a shocked awe. She was breathtaking. Her skin was flawless, luminous even. Her face was mature, but didn't show much of the tell tale signs of aging, no wrinkles or lines to be seen. Charlie guessed that having money meant you could buy the best in skin treatment. The rest of her was superb as well. She was wearing a knit cardigan that strained to keep in a swelling bosom, and capri pants. Nothing too revealing, then again, Charlie hadn't expected her to show up almost naked.

"I'm very interested... in you.." It was cheesy, he knew. But he didn't know what else to say.

"Good, I like that.." She said, favoring him with a smile, before taking the seat opposite him. "Do you mind answering some questions?"

"Not at all. Ask away."

She grilled him for almost an hour. It wasn't a hard interrogation, just curious inquiries. She took no notes, and made no comments on his answers. Charlie was having difficulty with flickering doubts that she wouldn't like him, so he thought about lying, but dismissed the idea. She would find out if he lied, probably, he thought. The topics ranged from his background, to what he did, things he liked, and finally, questions about love and sex. Finally, she stopped with the questions and just stared at him hard. He didn't know what he was expected to say, so he said nothing, and managed to keep eye contact, as much of a struggle as it was. Then, after what seemed an eternity, she nodded.

"I think you'll do. Are you willing to submit to me?"

This was the big question, and Charlie knew this answer meant the most. He summoned all his conviction to keep his voice steady, and his eyes locked on hers. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, and he felt he could get lost in them.

"Yes."

She stared hard at him again. Then nodded. "Very good, follow me please."

She stood, heading for the door, not looking back to see if he was following. He was, of course, following behind her obediently. They headed outside, to where van was waiting next to, what else, a limousine. A man in a dark suit was standing by the car, reading a newspaper. Another man was sitting in the sliding portion of the van, listening to music on his Iphone. He stood up as he watched the pair approach.

"Ready to rock?" He said.

"Yes." Was her reply.

The man motioned for Charlie to sit in a chair, and when he did so, the man began the process of drawing blood. Charlie didn't have an aversion to needles, and thus didn't fight it at all. It was over in a few minutes.

"All set, madame."

"Thank you, Greg. We'll analyze this and I'll email you the results, is that ok Charlie?"

"Yes."

"I look forward to seeing you again."

"Me too."

She smiled, then stepped into her waiting car. Charlie watched it drive away, then headed to his own car and drove back home.

//--Three days later--\\

Charlie knew that his blood test would come back clean. He was disease free, and had never touched drugs, but that didn't help the apprehension. That nagging feeling that something was wrong. But he waited, patiently.

SweetMomma17 Results

Dear Charlie, The results were immaculate, as I figured. Everything is in place. Please come to my place at your earliest convienence. There is no hurry. You may have time to leave your job, inform anyone who may need to know where you are. I await your arrival, my pet.

SweetMomma17

Charlie wasn't sure how to proceed. Should he just run to her? She listed her address, and he knew the general vicinity. He could be there within an hour, barring any getting lost excursions. But there was the matter with his job. He decided to call his father.

"Yea, Charlie?"

"I was wondering if the shop would be ok if I got another job."

"Well, sure.. I can always find another apprentice mechanic.. Why? Did you find something better?"

"I think so."

"When do they want you to start?"

"At my earliest convienence."

"Tell you what Charlie, tell them you can start Monday. If you like the job, I'll get someone else. If you don't, well, you're always welcome back at the shop."

"Ok... Thanks, dad."

"That's what I'm here for."

Charlie sat on his bed, deep in thought. It was Tuesday, all he had to do was finish his work week. But.. when to go..? Friday, just after work? Or maybe wait until Saturday after he had a fresh night's sleep. The only thing he did know was that he could do nothing right now.

//--Friday--\\

Friday pretty much sealed the deal. He'd gotten into what almost became a fistfight. A customer was convinced that Charlie had scratched the side of his car. Some new scratch that "wasn't there before". Charlie denied it of course, he was always careful. The customer refused to calm down, so much that the police had to be called. If it wasn't for their timely arrival, and subsequent intervention, Charlie was certain the man was about to attack him. Charlie left work in a less than stellar mood, and when he returned home, he found Joel and Lisa breaking up for the thousandth time. So, he quietly packed some things for the weekend, and told Joel he was going to visit family in another state. Joel huffed at him, not even taking his eyes off the TV.

Charlie pulled up to the address she had listed. It wasn't the biggest house he'd seen in the area, those belonged to famous celebrities. But this.. was far larger than any other house he'd ever visited. He knocked on the door, and was ushered in by an elderly british gentlemen presumably some kind of butler. He took Charlie's bag, informed him it would be brought to his quarters, and he would inform the lady of his arrival. Charlie didn't have anything to do but wait.

He was waiting for seventeen long minutes. Around halfway, he was informed that it was the lady's afternoon bathtime, and she would be along shortly. Dinner was nearly ready, would he be joining them? Charlie assumed he was supposed to say yes, and did so. And resumed waiting.

She stepped lightly down the stairs, full of grace and poise. She was dressed in a silk bathrobe that clung to her every curve. It was parted at the top, not from her doing, but from the fact she had very full and firm breasts. The bottom came only to mid-thigh, showing off her toned and sexy legs. Her raven hair was behind her, sleek and luxurious, cut to a few inches past shoulder length. She stepped down the stairs.

"Ahh my pet has arrived, welcome Charlie."

"Thank you for having me.."

"I see you pack light." She said, referring to the single bag he brought.

"I don't have much.."

"You will not have need for anything you've left behind, but if you want something that is personal I will allow you to retrieve it at another time. This is acceptable."

Charlie didn't say anything, only nodded. To be honest, he wasn't sure if that was a question or not. But it did not sound like one. She walked daintily across the floor to a large oak door.

"Rules are as such Charlie. You are my pet, and for all intents and purposes I own you. I want you to do what I say, when I say it, without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. From now on, you will address me as Goddess. I do not like the word Mistress, and if it passes your lips, I will not be pleased. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Goddess." It was instinctive that time. Charlie didn't know if he could keep it up without a slip, but he was determined to try.

"Good. Obedience and loyalty are rewarded, disobedience and talking back will not be tolerated. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"As long as you abide by my wishes, you can remain here as long as you like."

She didn't ask if he understood, so he said nothing. She opened the door into a dining room, and they stepped in. It was a long room with a double wide glass window that went from a foot or so above the floor to almost the ceiling. It was on the west side of the house, so she could watch the sunset. The sun was setting now, and it was a serene sight. The scene was almost normal, except the dinner table only had one place setting at the far end. She stopped abruptly and whirled to face him.

"Strip." Was all she said.

Charlie hesitated, not out of disobedience but mere confusion. Did she say for him to strip.. or.. he wasn't exactly sure. His hesitation cost him.

"For not complying right away, I will remain clothed this evening. Now, strip."

This time he understood, and removed all of his clothing. It was effeciently collected as he stepped out of it by a young japanese maid just behind him, then she was gone. When Charlie was nude, she walked to the far end of the table, standing by the side of it.

"Your place is under the table, at my feet, like a good pet. I do not want to hear any begging for table scraps."

"No, Goddess."

She reached out and touched him on the side of his face, her hand trailing down his body. She gently touched his nipple a second, then withdrew her hand. She motioned for him to get under the table. He dropped to his hands and knees, and crawled under the table. He was expecting to find a dog bowl, filled with some kind of brown goop, but instead there was a small tray, attached to the table at the right height for him to reach it while sitting. Clearly this table was custom made for someone to eat down here. The plate on the tray held small slices of roast beef, and a side of shells and cheese. Nothing to scoff at, but he doubted the lady was eating something this simple. He imagined her having something like a steak, or a salmon filet. Something rich people ate. He ate quietly, but quickly, desiring to be finished if she beckoned for him. He found himself stealing glances at her long legs in the chair. Her legs were crossed, preventing him from seeing anything naughty, but her skin was smooth and lustrous. And just looking at them, he was starting to feel the pangs of an erection creeping in. He tried to force the thoughts from his mind and focus on the food, but something on her lap caught his eye. She was holding a small piece of meat, tendered steak he guessed, under the table and was waving it around to attract his attention. She was literally giving him a scrap under the table like people do with their animals. Charlie wasn't sure how he felt about this. On one hand he was rather insulted she was treating him like a common mutt. He had a sudden flaring temptation to bite her fingers or her leg. But on the other, he remembered he basically signed up for this. What would a good dog do? He leaned his head into her lap, and took the morsel with his teeth, taking extra care to not catch a finger. As he was chewing, her hand reached down and patted him on the head. He had to supress an urge to make a smart ass comment, instead returning to his food. That was the only scrap she offered him, and the rest of the meal was uneventful.

"Are you finished eating, my pet?" She asked, several minutes later.

"Yes, Goddess." Truthfully he'd been finished for several minutes, she seemingly took the time to enjoy her food.

"Then let us retire to the study."

She was out of the chair. She waited until he was out from under the table, then without waiting further to see if he was following, she simply started walking. He'd noticed that about her. She expected him to obey, and didn't seem to check if he was. Very odd indeed for someone with a new pet. Even if the pet could walk and talk on his own. She led him back across the main hall he'd entered into, down a corridor that branched into a second hallway, and into a room near the far end. The doors on the way were all closed, preventing him from seeing anything inside them. But by the sheer number of them, Charlie hoped he was never on his own in this house, or they might have to send a search party. The room they entered was a cosy living space. There was a sofa, a very expensive one by the look of it, seated against one wall. To the immediate right of it, was a bookcase filled with volumns. Next to that was a quaint fireplace, a fire already crackling steadily inside. But across the room was perhaps the largest TV Charlie had ever seen. It was a flatscreen, very clear picture quality, and took up a lot of the wall. It was already on, displaying a commercial for some insurance company. The lady took a seat on the sofa, and crossed her legs. She watched Charlie expectantly. Charlie wasn't sure what to do. Was he supposed to sit next to her? He honestly didn't have a clue. But the expectant look on her face demanded that he act. He thought of how he had acted before, like a pet, and sat down on the floor next to her shapely legs. The pat on the head showed that he had made the right decision.

"Would you care to watch something more interesting, my pet?" She asked, the TV had since gone back to showing what was on the channel, one of the many random cooking shows in existance.

"Yes, Goddess." Charlie wasn't much for cooking shows.

She picked up one of the remotes that sat on the end table beside the couch and pressed a button. The TV did not changed, but the lights dimmed to a romantic low. Another button, and then the TV changed as a DVD player tucked inside the curio cabinet was activated. The machine recalled where the movie inside was last played at, and resumed the playthrough.

"Do you like what you see, my pet?"

"Y..y.. yes, Goddess."

"Surprised?"

"Yes, Goddess. Very..."

It was porn, in it's purest terms. But it was homemade, and the lady he was sitting next to was also on the screen, slowly riding a young man. Her perfect breasts were proud and firm on her chest as she bounced, her tight pussy swallowing the young man's thick member. The video wasn't professionally done, and thus it was a bit grainy. But even with the lack of quality, she looked flawless.

"Did you think me a prude, my pet?"

"No, Goddess. I just did not expect to see this."

"I think you'll find me full of surprises in store for you, my pet. Does that excite you?"

"Very much, Goddess."

"Show me.. stand up."

Charlie stood up. Watching the images has caused his cock to stiffen and throb, the veins pulsing with the blood flowing through them. Charlie was a bit bigger than average, standing proud and 8 and one quarter inches, and remarkably thick as well. Though the drunk sluts he'd put it in had hardly noticed. She looked at it appraisingly, and after a few terse seconds, nodded approvingly.

"Mmm.. nice. Having a big cock is one thing, but knowing how to use it properly is another. I do not like to be fucked by someone who doesn't know how to use his cock. Do you know how to use your cock, my pet?"

"I do not know Goddess, but I am willing to learn anything to please you."

She nodded again, and her attention turned back to the movie. Charlie wasn't sure what was happening to him. Here, he was sitting in a strange person's house, behaving exactly like their pet. He was naked in the presence of someone he'd just met, and called them Goddess at the end of each sentence. He was trying to tell himself that this was just what he signed up for. The chance he was taking with his life, just a new experience to break the monotony. But truthfully...

He was starting to like it.

The DVD continued on. The scene had changed into one of her giving a different man a very long and sensual blowjob. She used her tongue a lot, to touch and tease his sensative areas. The man's cock was angrily swollen and looking like it was about to burst from the pleasure. There was several times Charlie thought the man would cum, but somehow he did not. Then suddenly, her lips left him, and she just stared at the member. It was almost two minutes of nothing before she simply said...

"Now.."

Creamy white spunk burst from his cockhead, landing on his stomach, oozing down the side of the swollen head. Spurt after spurt jetted or oozed out, his cock becoming white with the coating of semen. Charlie was amazed at the amount, never in any movie or clip on the internet had he seen a load that big. The cock was a little less in size and girth than Charlie's own and yet the amount produced was several times what Charlie noticed from himself. A flicker of movement caught his eye as he stared at the movie, and he noticed she was fidgeting a little, rubbing her thighs together.

"I miss that pet. I love my pets to have large loads when I allow them the pleasure of my mouth. Can you give me that much?"

"I will.. give you all that I can, Goddess."

"Oh, I intend to drain you.. soon if you are a good pet, which you have certainly started out to be. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Goddess. Very much so. But..." Charlie cut himself off, unsure if he was allowed to speak.

"I do not desire you to be a robot, my pet. You may speak if you wish, as long as your words are pleasing to my ears and you remain concise."

"Yes, Goddess.. I was going to say I would like to spend the time pleasing you in that way, if you would allow that."

"I will inform you of what pleases me, my pet. Do not worry."

Her tone was authorative, and gave the impression there was no arguing the subject. Ever. Charlie nodded, and the matter was dropped. Charlie turned his attention back to the screen. The scene had continued, with the lady cleaning the semen up. And just like that, the DVD player was off, and the erotic screen replaced with some TV chef talking about what nonsense they were using to ruin their meal. It was like they expected you to have every possible spice in your kitchen or something. She settled in to watch the program, and since Charlie had little else to do, so he tried gamely to care about what was going on. The images of her stayed in his mind. Her tight body, the way she used her mouth, and thus his erection stayed hard and prominent on his body. Suddenly he felt a gentle pressure on his manhood and he looked down. Her foot had snaked it's way over to his lap, and her toes were touching the tender skin of his cock, stroking up and down the soft flesh. Charlie inhaled a little as he felt pleasure course through his body. She knew what she was doing. Her toes touched the soft underside of his cockhead, the veins that throbbed on his manhood, everything. He felt a slow orgasm building, his balls started their familiar tightening that meant a torrent of cum was on it's way. But it was slow going. He tried to focus on whatever the chef was blathering about, but her foot kept it's work on him. He tried to control his breathing to stop the flow, but it was becoming difficult. He felt the pressure building to an agonizing tightness, and knew the end was soon. And just like that, it was over. Her foot was back on the floor, away from his throbbing member. Charlie shivered, feeling the need for release. He looked at the Lady. She was staring back at him. When she spoke, her voice was ice cold.

"Cum.. even touch that cock.. and you will make me... unhappy."

Charlie wanted to whimper, but he nodded, accepting that. The pain hit a little afterwards as his erection failed to release itself. He didn't cry out, or even make a sound and she gave no further hint that he would suffer negative repercussions. Several minutes later, as the feeling subsided, her foot was at work again, stroking his member, causing the blood to flow back through the flesh and harden it. Once again, at the peak of release, she stopped. It continued several times during the night.

Charlie then knew what pain was.. He just hoped he could endure it, for his Lady.

//--That night--\\

Charlie had been shown a guest room that was right next to the Master bedroom. It was a room built for a pet, as it had very little in it aside from a bed and a dresser to put his things. All the rest of his time he assumed would be spent with his Lady, so why would he need things to occupy him in here? She had shown him here, stating that it was his room, then kissed him lightly on the forehead, told him he was a good boy for his first day, and then walked into her room without saying good night. Charlie layed awake for a long time, thinking about just what he'd gotten himself into. He'd 'decide' that he was leaving, just simply going to get up and walk out. Fuck all this he thought. But he didn't move. He did that several times, wanting to leave, but not even making an effort to do so. Something about her, about this whole scenario, was keeping him here. He didn't know what it was. Charlie'd had regular girlfriends off and on, so the problem was not a lack of sex or a relationship. But if not that, then what? He didn't have an answer. Finally, he drifted off into sleep.

He was awoken by a presence next to his bed. It was a slim shape, barely visible in the darkness of the room. Soft hands were snaking under the covers, grabbing at his cock, which was semi hard from a dream he couldn't remember.

"Wha...?"

"Shhh.. say nothing." A soft oriental accented voice came from the shadow. "Just relax. The Goddess is not a cruel woman, she wishes you to know, and has sent me to ease your pain."

"Uhhh ok.."

The hands, soft as silk, wrapped around his member, easing it into life. Despite the torture of the day, it stiffened into full readiness without much actual effort, and the hands slowly stroked it. The woman was an expert at giving handjobs, and Charlie found himself thrusting his hips ever so slightly to push his willing cock into her hands. One hand tenderly fondled his sack, and he felt a rush of pleasure as she worked him over. Quietly, he came, spurting spunk all over the soft skin of her hands. She held his spent member as it unloaded, finally, and then cleaned his cock, balls and belly, as well as her hands with a moist towlette. Then as quickly as she had come, she was gone. Charlie fell back into sleep within minutes.

//--Day 2--\\

He woke up feeling rather mediocre. Sure, he'd slept, but it was a strange place with strange noises and thus deep sleep was fleeting. But he was on his feet almost the second the door was opened and the Lady entered. She was wearing a black nightie, very alluring it it's own right, yet it covered what it needed to cover.

"Sleep well?"

"I.. slept fitfully... Goddess." He'd almost forgotten the last bit. Truthfully only instinct had roused him from bed. He'd nearly lost the grip on why he was actually here and a last second reflex managed to save him.

"More restful sleep will come when you are used to your surroundings." If she caught a hint of what was going on inside his head, she didn't let on. "I see that you are already excited."

He looked down, noticing that his cock was half erect. As he stared at his organ, he remembered both the pain of her teasing him, as well as the release from the maid's hand job. Honestly, one did not equal the other, but if he had to he would take solace in that she allowed him release eventually. He wasn't sure what to say, so he said nothing. Her expression did not change when she reached out and squeezed his cock with her hand. It was a hard squeeze, almost to the point where she may have been intentionally trying to cause him pain. Charlie felt the pressure, and grimaced.

"You are, very disciplined I see." As quick as her hand had grabbed him, it had let go. It had not escaped Charlie's notice that the grip softened to a caress before letting go. "The torment in your balls last night must have been great, and yet I heard not one complaint. And now, even as I grabbed your tender cock, not even a whimper. Do you enjoy pain my pet?"

"No.. Goddess.." Charlie admitted.

"I see." She said. "I will not try to say I will never cause you pain, for you are mine to do with as I please. But, if you endure my whims, you will receive greater pleasure than any of what you have ever felt from any woman. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Let us partake in breakfast then."

Charlie was once again pushed under the table for breakfast. He had a bowl of cereal, basic bland cheerios and three slices of toast with no butter. She offered him two scraps, and judging by what she handed him she must have eaten a light fluffy omlette and sausage, possibly more. When breakfast was over, she was waiting for him.

"I think I am perhaps, spoiling you"

He wondered what she meant by that. But she did not elaborate. Then he was informed that the Lady would be indisposed for a time, conducting to her personal business and Charlie was placed into the care of the same japanese maid from the night before. She showed him where the bathrooms where, as well as a game room he was allowed to use when the Lady allowed him freedom. He was still only shown a mere fraction of the house. When his little tour had ended and they were on their way back to his quarters, he broached the subject.

"Thank you, for last night." He said, giving her a smile. Her expression was not cold or angry, but it remained unchained, almost stoic in a way.

"I did not do that for you. I did it to please the Goddess. I had no choice" She said, so matter of factly that it almost hurt to hear. It was clear that if she had not been commanded, she would have never considered the idea.

He was left alone in his room. He was alone for nearly three hours, and each minute that passed some new anger reared it's head inside his mind. His concience screamed he should protest, that he was human and he didn't deserve such treatment. He didn't deserve to have the worst case of blue balls known to man, only to get jerked off by someone who didn't even want to touch him. He was eating cheap bargain bin food while some rich slut was getting her jollies off on torturing him and eating fine cuisine. It wasn't fair. But, the thought crept in, what could he do? Run back away to his monotonous life? Or keep enduring and find out what the great pleasure was she had in store for him?

Charlie may be called a fool for his thoughts, but he was a determined fool.

The Lady entered the room, finding Charlie staring out the window as his seething anger subsided. She was wearing a black silk blouse, unbuttoned. The effect showed off the ampleness of her assets, yet kept them covered under a thin layer of material. Her sleek legs were covered with denim jeans. She was holding an empty wine glass in one hand. Without a word, she beckoned him to follow, and he did without question. She lead him down the stairs to the main floor, then down a short hallway. The door at the far end opened into a staircase that headed down. There was a carved wood stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking like a podium that had the middle removed. She motioned to it.

"Place your hands and arms here.. now your feet there..."

He complied, and his arms were strapped to the wood device. He had a momentary flash of panic, thinking he was about to suffer from a whip or some other bondage device, but instead she just held a cylinder in her hands.

"Do you know what this is?"

"No, Goddess."

"This is one of my milking toys, designed to simulate a vagina so you will cum. Every morning, you will be milked for my enjoyment. Perhaps one day I shall milk you personally, but for now, this will do."

She didn't wait for a reply, fitting the device snugly over his member. Charlie had remained in his half erect state most of the day, though he could not understand why as his thoughts were far from sexual. He could do nothing but stand there and watch helplessly. Then she turned the machine on, and the device began to slowly pump his cock. It was like she said, a very close simulation to fucking a pussy, and Charlie felt his erection grow from half to full readiness in the first few tantalizing seconds. The speed gradually picked up and Charlie felt the involuntary motion of his hips as his body responded, almost as if it were trying to feed his cock into the fake pussy. He closed his eyes and let the sensation take over as he stood there near immobilized. The tube that connected from the device ended just above the wine glass she had been carrying, and she sat patiently. Charlie moaned and whispered an Oh God right before a sudden intake of breath as pleasure shot through his limbs and the Lady allowed herself a smile of satisfaction. Then Charlie's eyes flew open and he grunted as creamy white cum burst from his cock into the tube and then flowed down into the glass. It was a powerful orgasm and it made his knees weak so he was almost unable to support himself. She lifted the glass from where the last remnants of cum were dripping into it and held it up.

"Not a bad load, my pet." She tilted the glass back and let some of the spunk seep down her throat. "Not bad at all."

Charlie was trying to catch his breath as she removed the machine from him. She looked at him, her arms folded across her ample bosom as she idly swung the glass back and forth in her hand.

"Did you know that certain foods contain certain organic chemicals that stimulate semen production?" She asked.

"N..n..no, Goddess."

"I thought perhaps I might have to have your diet changed, but I don't think that will be neccessary. Some of the food tastes.. well, awful is perhaps too nice a word."

Charlie said nothing, only a slight nod. She looked him over some more, almost as if weighing a certain decision, then she reached down to a telephone on the table, and pressed a button. A heartbeat later, a male voice answered.

"What is your command, Goddess?"

"I need Yolanda and Amy down here."

"Yes, Goddess."

Charlie had wondered, albeit briefly, if he was here only 'pet'. Surely, the asian maid seemed to belong to her, but he was not sure if she just worked for her, or whatever. He was convinced now that everyone, or close to it, who worked her was owned by her. A stable of pets, and he was just the new blood. His thoughts were interrupted by the door upstairs, and the clacking of heels coming down the steps. He was still strapped to the pedastal, so he couldn't move. Two women appeared and stood obediently to his left, facing the Goddess. They were both close to six feet tall, statuesque beauties with long blonde hair and pretty faces. Each wore a skirt that came to shortly above the knee and a short sleeved babydoll t-shirt to accentuate their proud C cup breasts. They were fit and trim, standing rock still and waiting for a word.

"I found Yolanda and Amy much like I found you, my pet. Do you like them?"

"Yes, they are very beautiful, Goddess." Charlie replied, a comment that caused neither woman to bat an eyelash or even show the telltale signs of a blush.

"Each one has a surprise in store, would you like to know what that is?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Show him, please my ladies."

"Yes, Goddess" The two said in near perfect unison. Their voices were husky, sultry even, and they both turned to face Charlie. Each lifted up a skirt to show that they were not, all woman. Each was a she-male. Yolandas penis was the longer of the two, six inches in length. Amys was shorter, only five and a quarter inches, but remarkably thicker. Charlie stared, opened mouthed at them. He'd never seen a woman like either of them in reality before.

"This is.. a test, Charlie. To see, how much you are willing to take to please me. You said that you would do anything, now I will see if you live up to those words. Please choose which of them will be taking you anally."

Charlie inhaled sharply. She was going to force him to get buttfucked by one of these chicks with dicks. Charlie wanted to run, wanted to scream to hell with this and just take off, but his vocal chords wouldn't sound the words, nor would his feet move.

"...Yolanda.. Goddess.." He said, his voice meek, barely a whisper. Yolanda turned to the Lady, and was handed a bottle of K-Y Jelly.

"You are very loyal Charlie. Much more than the average person." The Lady sat in a comfortable swivel chair, and crossed her legs.

"Thank you.. Goddess..." He said, though he didn't much feel very loyal.

Yolanda squirted the thick lubricant on her cock, stroking it to bring it to it's full thickness and strength. She did this behind Charlie's back, so he would not see what was coming. Then he felt the cold gel ooze down his back as her skillful hand guided it towards his tender hole, helping it get ready for what was about to happen to it. The Lady guided her chair on it's wheels across the floor, sitting just outside Charlie's field of vision. Amy stepped beside her, and at the wave of the Ladys hand began to touch and massage her own member, bringing it to throbbing life. Charlie could do nothing but wait for the volative penetration. When the head of the woman's erection was pressed against his hole, he shut his eyes tight. When it slipped inside, helped by the lubrication, he tried not to yell in pain, and forced the tears back. When she started to thrust into him, very slowly and gently, he tried to turn his mind off. He thought he would be in agony, but truthfully, all he felt was pressure, like he was going to the bathroom only minus the relief when it was finished. There was a little pain now and again, as the hole was stretched farther than it was supposed to, but no real pain.

What hurt the most, was the humiliation of being fucked in the ass.

He made no sounds. It didn't hurt enough to yelp, didn't feel good enough to moan, so he just silently took it, and soon the rythmic pounding ceased to matter. Yolandas face was stoic, her hands holding onto Charlie as she penetrated him, little beads of sweat forming and then slowly falling down her narrow face. Off to the side, Amy was stroking herself in time with the pounding, and the Lady had her legs spread, her fingers casually playing with her tight pussy lips. Everybody seemed to be having some degree of pleasure, except Charlie himself.

The seconds passed slowly, and then Charlie grunted when Yolanda slammed her meatstick deep inside him, and he felt the warm sensation as she unleased her spermless seed into his rectum. Then she withdrew, and Charlie had that open feeling one has after taking a rather large shit, that and the feeling of utter disgrace. Yolanda withdrew her deflating member, and turned to face the Goddess. The Lady nodded, a smile on her full lips, then she tugged on Amys skirt. Instantly, Amy was on her knees, pressing the head of her cock into the Ladys tight pussy, and with one half silent moan, dispensing her seed into her Lady. As quick as she was down, she withdrew, standing back at attention, her member slinking back into it's resting stage. The Lady motioned with her finger at Yolanda, then pointed to her spread legs. Yolanda was on her knees, licking her fellow pets semen from inside the Lady, enjoying her cream pie reward for being a good girl. The Lady smiled, and rapidly played with her clit, bringing herself to a terse orgasm and allowing her pet to drink her womanly honey. Then she dismissed the two ladies, who were off to share in their Ladys delights as they kissed. Charlie was near panic at this point, the almost deafening silence making his mind race and leading him to think he was alone. Then her hand touched the side of his face.

"I do not think you enjoyed that..." She mused.

"No.. I.. I did not.. Goddess.." He hung his head in shame. He couldn't even bring himself to lie because of the humiliation. "I'm.."

Her finger touched his lips gently, and she quietly shushed him. "It was a test to see how you would react, and you passed wonderfully."

She undid the buckles that held him, and lead him towards the stairs. "Go now, have a long shower.. and I will see you at dinner."

"Yes.. Goddess.."

Charlie took a shower, though for most of it, he was merely sitting in the tub, letting the hot water fall upon him. The same Asian maid entered the room, bringing fresh clean towels. She noticed Charlie sitting in the tub, and knelt beside it. She reached out and touched his shoulder tenderly, and when he looked up at her warm face, she gave him a welcoming smile.

"And here I was thinking you didn't like me." Charlie said.

"I.. make it a personal habit not to get close to one of her pets before I am sure that they will stay."

"You are sure I am going to stay?"

She nodded. "You crave excitement, as well as pleasing those around you. Here, you can have both. You will stay. You proved that by accepting todays humiliation. I have seen how she looks when she is ultimately pleased, and she was just that."

"I.. kinda just hope it won't be an everyday thing."

"Trust me. It won't. If you keep her happy, nothing you dislike will be put upon you. This, I know."

He smiled, and she leaned in to kiss him lightly on the forehead.

"Dinner shall be ready shortly, I will come fetch you then."

"Thanks.."

Then she was gone. Charlie relaxed a little more, then stood up, washing himself. The discomfort he felt had gone away. He felt light and pleased with himself. He'd endured the trial, and now, things were looking up. When the made came back he was out of the shower and dry, and found the Lady already in the dining room. The Lady gave him a light hug, but said nothing. Charlie assumed it was a reward, or maybe an apology, but he would not ask questions on the matter. He noticed her plate had several ribs on it, with a baked potato and carrots. Then, he was amazed when he slipped under the table to notice that his plate held exactly the same thing. He dug into the deliciousness, the barbeque sauce covering his hands and face. Suddenly, eating under the table didn't seem so bad. He finished his food quickly, then looked toward his Lady's svelte legs hoping to see a table scrap being held to him. There wasn't one, but he could wait.

"Finished eating my pet?" She asked from above the table.

"Yes, Goddess."

"Close your eyes and count to twenty."

Charlie closed his eyes tight, and started speaking the numbers. He counted in a steady pace, not too fast or too slow, wondering what kind of surprise she had in store. He found himself suddenly excited for each new development, looking forward to the future. When he reached twenty, she spoke again.

"Open your eyes and look towards me, my pet."

He did so. Her legs were now spread, and the lips of her pussy were glistening with the same dark maroon sauce from the ribs. She'd spread some around her lips, as well as a trail on both her thighs leading to her sacred place.

"Please.. have some dessert." She said.

"Oh thank you Goddess!"

Charlie leaned in, feverishly licking the smooth skin of her thighs, cleaning them of the sauce. He slowly trailed his tongue toward her lips, cleaning the skin around her twat, then with that finished, he started to lip her pussy lips, tasting both the tangy barbeque and her flavored honey. Her hand came down to rest at the top of his head.

"Very good... mmm.. you may bring me to orgasm if you'd like.."

The words were low and throaty, moaned out of her. Charlie definitely wanted to please her, and he used every technique he knew. He spread her lips with his tongue, touching and tasting the inside of her cunt. He nibbled and hummed at her clit, causing little spasms of pleasure to shoot through her body. The combination of his eagerness, her state of arousal and her desire made her first orgasm happen in less than two minutes. Charlie was so engrossed in pleasing her that he didn't notice right off, and she let him continue. She cooed at him, offered him gentle words of encouragement, and her second orgasm took two minutes after the first.

"That is.. enough.. my pet. Let us ajourn to the study."

He slipped out from under the table, and found her standing there, tying her dark cotton robe around her body. She was breathing in measured breaths, recovering her composure and Charlie hid a small smile of satisfaction at his handiwork. They stayed in the study, watching TV, for the next few hours. The Lady constantly stroking his head, telling him what a good boy he was, and at the same time carrying on adult human conversations with him. Charlie felt as though he was moving up in the world, her world.

"It is time for bed, my pet." He didn't protest. She walked him to his room, kissed his cheek gently, and the bade him goodnight.

Charlie was in the minutes before deep sleep when he felt a presence beside him. He opened his eyes to see the same asian woman from earlier, snuggling herself into the bed. She noticed his lips part to speak, and she shushed him.

"Goddess thinks you might be more comfortable at night with someone in bed with you."

"Oh.. uhh yea, I guess."

"Plus I think this will be good practice for what might come very soon."

"What's that?"

"When you are allowed into her bed... with me."

She pressed her tight body next to his, and he stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then he looked down at her.

"You were right.." He said.

"About what?"

"I am here to stay..."

--End--

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I hope you enjoyed this. I'm sorry for the delay in continuing the challenge, but lately I hadn't felt the urge to write much. I promise to be better at posting in the future. Also, sorry if this story has disapointed some of you. As I said earlier domination isn't much something I have experience with, or a knowledge of. As always, feedback is welcome, public or private. But try to be somewhat constructive. It you loved it, tell me what you loved. If you hated it, tell me why. I can't be a better writer if all you tell me is how much I suck. Until next time.

-Mark St. Claire.