This story is part twelve of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID forces one woman into becoming a 24/7 live-in companion and submissive BDSM playmate. Please read the previous parts first to get to know the characters and the kink they have shared. Comments and suggestions are very appreciated. I am writing a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, exhibitionist, erotic and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes, please skip this story.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
I want to thank my editor 1moeannie. She took my original text and made great suggestions and corrections that helped me improve the story.
Main Characters;
Alice is a 45-year-old widow who enjoyed a kinky submissive lifestyle with her husband before he died. She occasionally will switch. Her husband's death left her in a very tight financial situation, but she was making it work before losing her job due to COVID. She met Howard on-line. He was seeking a companion who also enjoys BDSM play as a submissive. So far, things are working out for Alice. Alice has two adult children, Michelle and Jessica.
Howard is a 64-year-old widower. He discovered his interest in BDSM through a submissive friend, who helped him learn the practice of BDSM domination safely. Their relationship was always just about kinky sex. They otherwise had nothing in common. Howard is usually dominant but occasionally switches, usually only as part of a game of chance. Howard wants more than a submissive BDSM playmate; he wants a companion. He has put Alice through several tests, including punishments. It is beginning to appear that Alice may be the one.
Michelle (23 years old) and Jessica (21 Years old) are Alice's daughters. Both were unaware of their parents' secret kinky lifestyle until they were helping their mom move into a smaller place to save money and found her stash of sex toys. They have since been having kinky incestual three ways with their Mom, Alice.
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Saturday afternoon, Alice is the target of a paintball hunt.
Howard loved the grilled cheese sandwiches I made. We were having a delightful conversation. When the banter came to a natural pause, I asked, "When are you going to hunt me with a paintball gun? You promised."
"Alice, are you sure you want me to hunt you with my low-impact paintball gun?" He asked
I replied, "Just the idea of being hunted and taken is making me wet. A little pain followed by sex at the end is the perfect combination for me. But can you explain the low impact paintball again?" I leaned over and kissed him.
He replied, "Low impact paintball uses a smaller pellet that travels at a slightly slower speed than the original version of paintball. The low-impact paintball uses a .50 caliber paintball instead of using the original .68 caliber paintball. Less mass and less speed results in less power. Less power results in less pain, so instead of getting a nasty bloody welt, you might, at worse, get a light bruise. "
"Howard, I do want to try it."
Howard replied, "Okay, take off all your clothes then follow me."
I don't think I have ever gotten naked faster. I was so excited, turned on and scared.
We went down to the dungeon. He told me to kneel with my hands behind my head while he changed clothes.
"I am going to change and get some stuff." He walked into one of the rooms I hadn't been in yet.
He returned wearing a full set of camouflage fatigues, with a pair of goggles on his forehead and ear flaps. He was also carrying some clothes for me, a backpack, a gun with a paintball pellet holder on top, a heavy, thick, long coat, a thin lab coat, and a pair of goggles with ear flaps.
"Before we start, I want you to feel the impact of the low-impact paintballs. Let's go outside."
We exited the dungeon by the stone hut entrance at the bottom of the gully.
"I want you to put on this heavy coat and goggles then stand facing that tree. I will then shoot a ball from twenty feet away. Okay?
I nervously replied, "Okay, but if this hurts a lot, I am going to be pissed."
I stood facing the tree as he walked away. I heard him yell, "Ready?" I replied, "Yes."
Bam! I felt the paintball hit the back of my heavy coat. It wasn't bad.
"How was that? "He asked.
"That was nothing," I replied.
"Okay, now put on this thin lab coat and let's repeat this.
I turned back to face the tree as he walked away. Again, I heard him yell, "Ready?"
I replied, "Yes."
Bam! "Ouch!" I yelled.
"Is that too much?" He asked.
I replied, "No, but it's enough of a hurt to motivate me to be trying to get away from you."
"Do you want to try it nude?" He asked.
"No, this lab coat didn't really protect me. It just kept the bright paint off my body." I said.
"Ready to be hunted?" He asked.
"I am, Master."
He said, "Now let's discuss the rules of the hunt. I will always be trying for a double-tap hit. That means two shots."
After a short discussion, we agreed on the following;
1.If Howard got me with two shots, that's a hit.
2.If Howard got me with one shot and missed the second, I could run. If Howard got me again as I ran away, that would count as a hit.
3.If Howard doesn't hit me with a second shot in 30 seconds, then the first shot doesn't count.
4.After each hit, I was to fall to the ground. Howard would then remove one piece of my clothing. My shoes would remain on the entire game.
5.I would then get a 2-minute head start after each hit.
6.Once I was nude, it would take three shots to take me down. I should run the other way after each hit until the third hit. At that point, I would fall to the ground.
7.If I took more than ten seconds to move away quickly he could shoot me as many times as possible until I was fifty feet away, and those shots wouldn't count.
8.If I could avoid being hit for an hour, I could shoot him at close range.
"Here's the outfit for you to wear during the hunt." He said. He gave me a sheer dress, bra and thong that was camouflage print. I put them on.
"Now, I don't want you to cut your feet, so here are some camouflage print tennis shoes." He said as he handed me the shoes.
"One more thing, put this in your vagina," He said.
"It's not a tracker is it?" I asked.
"It's not. What it does is if you don't move at least ten feet every minute, you'll get a slight shock. If you haven't moved those ten feet in another 30 seconds, you'll get another sharper shock. Every 30 seconds, you'll get a little stiffer shock until you move. Because if you just hide, this won't be any fun for me. "
"You are so mean! That means there is no way you can't win!" I yelled as I put the shocker into my vagina.
He continued, "We have only a few acres to play in, so I want to slow you down. Put on these ankle cuffs that have a chain between them."
I put on the cuffs, and then Howard added locks to them so I wouldn't be able to remove them.
"Don't ever take these goggles off. And keep the ear flaps over your ears. Okay?" He instructed.
He then said, "You will have 5 minutes before I start hunting you."
I took off as fast as the chain between my legs would allow. I headed for the back portion of his forest, where the undergrowth was thicker.
I figured I needed to find areas which were well hidden and would allow me to move around, so I wouldn't get shocked, but would also make it difficult for Howard to see me.
I found four areas quickly, all within 350 feet of each other. I picked one and slowly moved twenty feet one way and twenty feet the other. I tried to stay as low as possible. After about five minutes I was starting to think that I had this game won. Then WHAM! WHAM! "Ouch", I screamed. A paintball hit my right butt cheek twice. I turned around and saw no one. Then I caught a movement as a perfectly camouflaged Howard stepped away from the tree he was next to. If he hadn't moved, I'd never have seen him.
"You're supposed to fall down." He hollered.
I said, "Lucky shot," and then got down on the ground on my side.
Howard came up to me, and I could now see that he added camouflage paint to his face and hands. He had branches and leaves struck into his fatigues and hat to break up his outline.
He squatted next to me and pulled out a big hunter's knife from a sheath on his leg.
"Stay perfectly still, this knife is razor-sharp. I don't want to cut you." He said.
I said, "You said nothing about cutting off my clothes with a knife," as I rubbed the spots on my butt where I'd been hit.
"You agreed I could remove one article of clothing each time you were hit. It's not my fault that you forgot to put any restrictions on how." He laughed.