A Surprise for a Shy Housewife

Author's Note:

Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I'm originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I'm not a blond. And you'll most definitely have to guess at my bra size!

And remember, the names and such have been changed in this version to protect the slutty. Only Princess Lilly appears as herself. But she truly has no concept of shame.

Session Date:

21. January 2021

This Story Released:

5. February 2021

A Surprise For A Shy Housewife

Prologue:

In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I've written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.

My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 20-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren't always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn't mean I don't have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don't have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.

I'm petite. Actually more "tiny" that petite. I'm 5' 1.75" and 91 pounds. I'm not bony, though, I've curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I'm not small. I'm a 32-D, and I'm very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.

I'm also slightly bisexual. I'm attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I'm not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it's very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It's better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don't even have to hold it in place!

When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he's interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I've never been turned down.

I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9" long and 1.5" across, plus or minus a small bit. I won't touch a guy who isn't circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he's got. It's the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!

Sophie is my 20-year-old live-in slave-girl. She's slightly petite at 5'4" and 119 pounds. She's pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she's a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won't allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I've owned her since she graduated high school, but I've known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.

Paige is my 19-year-old house-slave and slave-whore. It's a role she definitely loves. She lives with me, too. In a kennel, in the playroom. Like Sophie, she came to me during her final year of high school, just after her 18th birthday. Paige does most of the chores around the house, which leaves Sophie free to cater more closely to me. Paige is also my whore. Whenever I need a female body to torment one of my toys, it's Paige's body I use. And Paige definitely doesn't mind it.

Paige is rather lean girl. She stands about 5'6" tall, but weighs only 112 pounds. It gives her a slightly stickish figure, with only the gentlest of feminine curves to her waist and hips. But she does have a pair of rather perky, and slightly pointy, 34-B breasts with wide nipples. She has honey brown hair that's long and curly with green eyes.

I believe in taking good care of my slaves. Including their education. Sophie is now a sophomore at Bishop State College where she's studying to become a vet technician. Paige, a year behind her in school, is beginning her freshman year at Bishop. Before they became mine, both girls were mediocre students, and neither had the grades to get into a four-year university. Now they're straight-A students. I wouldn't accept anything less. Both should easily be able to transfer to USA for their last two years of college and earn degrees that would allow them to actually get a decent job. They might not need to work while they're mine, but I want them to have their education and options down the line.

I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they're not offended by anything they happen to see. They're just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.

I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who's doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.

I get all of my toys through networking. It's almost always either one of the women in our circle who has a toy she doesn't want and offers to point it at another who is interested. Or sometimes one of my toys tells someone, who tells someone, and so on until someone asks my toy to introduce someone to me. Rarely it's someone I don't play with, but who knows what I'm into, who asks me to meet someone. I get plenty of emails inquiring about meeting me, and while I will email and maybe chat with a sub online, I haven't yet met any. I won't rule it out, but meeting online is risky enough that someone would have to convince me before I'd think about it. A girl's gotta be careful!

Most of my stories are from the months I spend in Mobile. I very seldom publish any of the few stories from my time in Russia. That's because Putin's Russia isn't as enlightened as America. Homosexuality is a crime there. And the courts there would deem anything between two women to qualify. However, it's a crime that's not so often prosecuted. Usually no one really cares if it's kept discrete. So while I have been known to play there as well, I've very care who I'll play with. Only those toys that come to me with the most trusted of referrals are considered. And I keep the stories private. I'm definitely not going to advertise what I've done there.

I have dual citizenship. That's a benefit the Russian government bestowed upon me because my father was a junior diplomat at the time. Sophie goes with me to Russia. She, obviously, is an American citizen. She only speaks about five words of Russian, too. But she never leaves my side. And she does wear her collar, much to the dismay of the TSA screeners. That shiny padlock holding it around her neck is not a friend to their scanners. Paige, however, doesn't get to take the trips. I usually leave her with my mom, who enjoys the free house maid she uses Paige as. And, as a Domme, my mom is well versed in the proper care that Paige might need.

Chapter 01: Hello, Bitch

Carolyn is pretty much a stereotypical redneck woman. We still have more than our fair share of them here in Alabama. She's 38 years old. She has a 21-year-old son and an 18-year-old daughter, both of whom still live at home. She lives in a doublewide mobile home. But it's not in a trailer park. It's at the end of a dirt road, sitting one ¾ acre of land. She finished high school but went no further. Maybe because she was six months pregnant when she graduated? She's divorced and has been for 16 years now. I'd bet the house is all she got in the divorce. She doesn't seem to have much else.

As I pull up to her house, I can see that she has a 4' tall chainlink fence around the entire property. There's a gate across the driveway, but it isn't locked. Ted, her son promised me it wouldn't be. The grass is very well cared for and neatly cut short. There's a bunch of playground equipment in the yard. There's even a nice picnic table set out. It makes sense. Carolyn doesn't have a job, and never really has. She makes her money by running a "neighborhood daycare" in her home. I doubt it's the kind of place that's actually licensed. It's more the neighborhood stay-at-home mom who will watch your kid with hers for a few bucks. She's been doing that since her son was little. And even now that she doesn't have any kids under 18 herself, she's still doing it.

I know she's a fairly quiet woman. She doesn't go out. Almost never. Most of her friends are the other moms in the area, several of whom are also her clients. She's almost always at home, and almost always has a couple of kids there whom she's looking after.

She does have a boyfriend. They've been together for around a decade now, according to her son. He's a truck driver, home about every other weekend. Give or take. The rest of the time, she's on her own. But her two kids, Ted and his sister Donna, still live at home. Ted is a scholarship baseball player at USA, where I am also a student. Donna is a freshman at Bishop State College, where she's planning to get a certificate as a hairstylist. She won't get rich, but I guess there are far worse career paths out there.

It was Ted who came to first about Carolyn. I don't know him, but I do know several of his fraternity brothers. I'm sure they've all talked about me. A couple of them have done favors for me, like building some of the frames I use in my playroom. Favors I've shown my appreciation for by offering them a party favor or two for their house. A party favor like Shelbie, a middle-aged redheaded toy of mine who seriously loves it when I give her away to be used wildly. And I'm sure she's gotten some good use around a fart house full of young, eager, boys.

Ted told me about Carolyn. He told me about Nate, her boyfriend. He told me that she's always had an interest in playing with someone like me. I wondered how he knew that. It's not exactly the kind of thing she'd openly talk to her son about. And she hasn't been looking around for partners.

Luckily for them, Ted gets along with Nate rather well. He tells me that Nate has always been good to her. It comes up when I tell him that I have a rule about never "whipping behind a spouse's back," and Nate counts as a spouse in my book. It's a long-term relationship, and that's what matters. That what I don't want to be part of breaking up.

Ted says it's not a problem, Nate is "fine" with things. Then he tells me that he can arrange for me to meet with Nate, privately, and talk to him myself. I doubt that's necessary. He wouldn't offer it if Nate wasn't willing to go along. But I accept anyway, more to get some extra information about Carolyn than to get his permission.

I met Nate a week later at a coffee shop out by campus. He seemed like a great guy. Nice, and not bad looking. He told me the same things, that he thought Carolyn would love "a visit" from me. He tells me that Carolyn never takes charge of anything in the bedroom. She always just goes along, rather eagerly, with whatever he wants. She's made plenty of little comments to him, such as when he'd teasingly call her naughty, she'd tell him that "naughty girls deserve a spanking." She likes being tied, too.

He tells me that he has little interest in doing those kinds of things with her. He wouldn't mind "watching a show." He wouldn't mind joining in, as long as he wasn't spanked or expected to spank. And as long as there wasn't an audience for it.

He's also able to tell me more about what seems to interest Carolyn. And why he thinks she'd welcome a visit. She's doing all of the things that I've seen others do as they try to work up the nerve to find someone. But mostly it's because of her online chats. Before bed, she loves to chat with various Doms and Dommes online. It's "if I was your slave, what would you do with me?" kinds of chats. And many of those, the realistic ones, have gotten her very aroused. Lately to the point where she's had moist panties when she's joined Nate in bed.

Obviously, as most men seem to, Nate prefers that she plays with women instead of men. He's less thrilled about the idea of sharing her with another man. I'm sure he has some kinky ideas about sharing her with another woman, though. He is a man!

I'm mostly wondering what place I might have for her in my toy box. I have other women her age already in the toy box. I've seen pictures of her, and while she's pretty, she's nothing different from those I already have. Plus she has her business that I won't want to interfere with. That will limit the amount of time she's available to play. Not using her with other men would further limit her usefulness for me. On the other hand, she does have a daycare. I'm sure that she'd be useful to me as a babysitter. And I do occasionally have need of one when I want to visit a toy at her home who has kids. The kids have to go. I refuse to do anything with kids anywhere in the house. That way, they won't accidentally stumble onto anything I'd prefer they didn't.

I can't resist asking if he knows why Ted came to me. He does. Carolyn's nightly chats are an open secret. Ted's known of them for some time now. He's heard her make some remarks over the years, too. Remarks he now fully understands. Then, a few weeks ago, Carolyn had accidentally sent an email meant for Nate to Ted. It was a hot email she sent him while he was out on the road. It was a fantasy about Nate bringing one of his driver friends, a woman, home with him. The woman would immediately take charge of Carolyn and spank her while he just watched. And so on. Ted pretended he didn't read it and forwarded it to Nate. He attached a note "If this is what you're into as well, I know someone who could help, and I'd be glad to introduce you to her." Neither mentioned the mistake to Carolyn.

But a few days later, Nate emailed Ted and asked about the person he knew. That would be me, although know is an overstatement. It's more like "know of" than "know." He told Nate about me, his fellow student who owns two slave-girls, and "definitely" plays with "older women." He knows that because he knows about Shelbie being sent to the frat house. He says he never partakes of Shelbie's service, but has seen her there and knows of others who have. Nate asked him if he thought I'd be interested in a single session, to allow Carolyn to "fully appreciate" what she's fantasizing about, and maybe more if both he and Carolyn found it "interesting." He promised to ask. And here we are. With me pointing out to them that any further sessions will also depend on whether Carolyn interests me.

Both describe Carolyn as a rather shy and quiet woman. Except with kids. She's pretty good at getting kids to do exactly what she wants them to. Then again, she has lots of practice at it. She's very slow to make friends, more so with men than women. And even then she's fairly private, not often talking much about herself beyond the minutiae.

Nate also adds that she's "eager" to have sex however he wants it. Oral sex as well. But not anal. She's never done that and isn't so interested in it. She doesn't like her bottom "messed with." Nate forwards several more of the emails he's gotten from her while he was on the road. They're all fantasies of hers. They're moderately similar. They all have the theme of another, usually, a woman (which I think to be a concession to his desire not to share her with another man) taking charge of her. Using her shamelessly. Controlling her firmly. It's fairly standard to me. I've read most of it before. I just wonder if she's only writing to him about the fantasies she thinks he'll like. And keeping the rest to herself.

I agree to "meet" her. I tell them that means I'll stop by the house when there are no kids there and introduce myself. My way. If Carolyn wants to go along with a session, and if she's interesting enough to me, I'll give her a little lesson. If not, we'll go our separate ways. I make no promises what her session will include, or not include. Only that I won't be bringing any men over with me. As always, I'm only bringing my slave, or slaves, with me.

I propose that Ted finds a time when she won't have kids at the house, then let me know a few days ahead of time. He says about any night after eight would work. She tries to have all the kids gone by eight, but when a parent can't be there by then, she never argues either. I ask Nate when he could be home as well, and have it be a surprise to Carolyn.

Nate tells me that he comes back every second or third weekend. He works for himself, so he can schedule loads accordingly. He suggests Thursday night. Carolyn isn't expecting him until Friday late afternoon, but he can "rework" his planned loads and drop off in Pensacola Thursday evening instead of Friday. The load, he tells me, is going to a warehouse and they don't care if you're early. Just don't be late. From there, it's only about an hour's drive back to her house. Eight will be close. Nine o'clock is almost guaranteed unless there's an accident on the I-10 bridge.

I suggest that he text me, and plan on nine or later. No earlier. I will text him when I'm ready for him to come to the house. It will be mid-session. A surprise for Carolyn. He smiles and agrees. He says if he's earlier, he'll just park at the truck stop a few miles away and wait to hear from me. Ted assures me that he'll have the gate unlocked, and ensure the kids are gone. If not, he'll text me and I can plan again for another day.

I got Ted's text at 6:45 that all the kids were gone for the day. It was the third text he'd sent me today. The first two just reassured me that he's checking her schedule and it looks like all of the kids will be long gone by six, so definitely by seven. After that, it will just be him at home with her. And maybe Donna. Donna is the embodiment of unpredictability. She doesn't know of the plans, but she's not going to care about it. If she's there, she'll be too lost in her own world to notice that there are people around her. I know plenty of girls just like that. I don't call any of them friends.

The plan is for Ted to warn Carolyn that he has a friend stopping by this evening. Nothing more.