As I knelt by the side of the bed, holding Mistress Arianna’s ashtray, watching her body pulsate in waves of ecstasy as she pressed a vibrator against her clit, I thought about how much my life had changed since Erin moved in with us.
The first time I heard Erin’s name is when my son Matthew surprised me one night at dinner.
“Dad, could Erin move in with us?”
I nearly choked on my sub. “Who’s Erin?”
Matthew grinned sheepishly. “Sorry dad. I’ve been seeing this girl Erin for a few months and we really like each other.”
I chewed on the news and my sub. “Son, I let you live here because you really like your job, and I know it doesn’t pay much. I’m not anxious to support someone else.”
“Oh, you don’t have to dad. She works as a waitress and can help with the mortgage and groceries.”
“It sounds like you’ve already discussed this with Erin.”
Matthew laughed. “Yes, and she wants to move in with us. She’s living with a couple of roommates now, and they get in each other’s way too much.”
I thought about how my life would change with a woman in the house again. If I’d only foreseen how much. “I’d like to meet Erin before I decide. Why don’t we all go out to dinner this Friday and get acquainted.”
“Can’t dad. Erin works on Friday nights. How about Thursday?”
“Thursday’s good. Where does she live?”
“In Baltimore, by the inner harbor.”
“Ok, we’ll pick her up and I’ll take you to Phillip’s for all you can eat seafood.”
“Wow, thanks dad. I know you’ll like her.” Matthew finished his sub and went up to his room.
I cleaned up the dining room table and thought about our conversation. I could tell he was pretty excited about Erin. I hoped she’d make him happy.
Matthew and I drove into Baltimore to pick up Erin. She lived in a run-down house in a run-down neighborhood, about what you’d expect on a waitress’ salary. Matthew went to the door to get her, and they sat in the back seat together. After we parked near the restaurant and got out of the car, Matthew introduced me to Erin.
I was surprised at how beautiful she was. Yes, I knew Matthew was a handsome man. He inherited his mother’s beautiful features. Even in the dim lights of the parking lot I could appreciate her wavy blonde hair and inviting face.
We walked into the restaurant, and got in line. Erin found a table in the smoking section. We took off our jackets and helped ourselves to seafood. I got some shrimp, crawfish, and a crab cake. When I got back to the table I saw that Matthew and Erin were sharing a plate full of shrimp.
I decided to break the ice. “Erin, Matthew tells me you’re a waitress.”
Erin smiled at me. “Yes Bert.”
“Where do you work?”
“At the Gentleman’s Gold Club.”
Erin surprised me again. I guess I was expecting her to name a restaurant. “Oh.”
Erin smiled coyly. “Have you ever been there, Bert?”
My face reddened slightly. “A few times after my wife died. It’s a nice place, but I had a tendency to spend too much money.”
Matthew and Erin laughed.
I smiled. “So how did you meet?”
Matthew grinned. Erin finished her shrimp and answered, “The owner of the club was doing some remodeling. Your son was one of the remodelers. The other workers whistled and shouted at us as we walked by, but your son behaved like a perfect gentleman.
“One afternoon after my shift was over, my car wouldn’t start. Matthew wandered over and helped me jump my battery. We talked, and found out we were both passionate about cooking.” Erin grabbed Matthew’s arm and grinned at him. “I waited for him to finish his shift, and we went back to my place. After he cleaned up, we made spaghetti and meatballs and had a nice dinner together.”
Matthew grinned and put his arm around Erin’s shoulders. “Yeah dad, I knew she was the girl for me after that night.”
Matthew and Erin’s faces were glowing. I could see that they were happy.
Erin continued, “Matthew and I have been seeing each other for a few months now. When I asked him if we could live together, he told me he lived with his dad. After he explained what a cool guy you were and how you were supporting him so he could do the work he liked, I knew I had to meet you.”
I mentally chuckled. Erin was making a good impression on me. We talked and finished dinner. I was a little disappointed when she lit a cigarette.
“One last question, Erin. If you move in, would you be willing to clean the house?”
Erin took a puff of her cigarette. “Sure Bert. If Matthew and I had our own place I’d have to keep it clean.”
I extended my hand. “Great. Welcome to the family.”
She took my hand and shook it. “Thank you Bert. Can I call you daddy now?”
My face reddened. “Sure Erin.”
Erin beamed. “Great, daddy.” She kissed Matthew. “I know we’ll be so happy together.”
Erin moved in the following Saturday. She brought mostly clothes and makeup. I was glad I had my own bathroom, because she took over Matthew’s. True to her word, she kept the house much cleaner than I ever could. She even did my laundry, cleaned my bathroom and bedroom, and changed the sheets on my bed. She was polite enough to smoke only on the deck and in their bedroom. I didn’t bother her about sharing any of the expenses.
Matthew worked most Saturday’s, except when the weather was bad. Erin didn’t have to get to work until seven in the evening. She liked to prepare a special dinner for Matthew, and she and I would talk while she worked in the kitchen. I was getting to know Erin much better. I had no idea until later how well she was getting to know me.
One Saturday Erin surprised Matthew by getting up and making breakfast for him. Because she worked so late, she usually slept until noon. I watched them coo and kiss until it was time for him to leave.
A short while later I was working on the computer in the basement when I heard Erin call, “Bert, could you come upstairs for a minute?”
Erin’s words stunned me. She hadn’t called me Bert since the night I met her. I shut off the computer and went upstairs to see what she wanted. I saw her lounging on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigarette. Before I could say a word, she pointed to the floor in front of the sofa and commanded, “Sit down.”
My mind was in a fog. I didn’t know what to do or say. Before I could think of anything, Erin pointed and firmly repeated, “I said, sit down.”
I sat down on the floor in front of the sofa and looked up at Erin. She was wearing a pretty red satin bra and panty set. I hadn’t really noticed before, but she had large, nicely shaped breasts. She took a puff of her cigarette before she put it in the ashtray and picked up a couple of magazines. “Recognize these, Bert?”
My face reddened when I saw she had a couple of my female domination magazines in her hand. “Yes Erin.”
Erin grinned. “Well Bert, I’ve enjoyed reading these. I especially enjoyed the stories you wrote that I found on your computer.”
How in the world did she find my female domination stories? I’d never told Matthew about them.
Erin picked up her cigarette and took a puff. “I was pleasantly surprised to read that watching topless or naked women smoke arouses you.” She looked down at my crotch. “Even underwear seems to work.”
I felt embarrassed. Yes, watching Erin smoke aroused me.
Erin commanded, “Kneel down and put your hands behind your back.”
Before my mind realized what my body was doing, I got up on my knees and put my hands behind my back.
Erin laughed. “Good slave. Now I can see your stiff cock even better.”
My face reddened. I looked down at Erin’s feet.
Erin took a puff of her cigarette. “I found a whole bunch of bondage equipment in your closet, Bert. Most of it was still in the original boxes. Why did you buy the stuff?”
I looked at Erin. “After my wife died, I’d hoped to find a woman to dominate me. After a few years of searching and not finding anyone I gave up.”
Erin finished her cigarette, put her hands on her knees, and looked directly at me. “Bert, today is your lucky day. Reading your stories turned me on so much that I wanted to make them come true. I love Matthew and want to marry him someday, but he’s very strait-laced. I hinted to Matthew what I wanted him to do, but he wasn’t interested. So I decided I wanted to be your Mistress. Will you be my slave, Bert?”
“Yes Mistress,” I answered.
Erin shivered. “Great. We’ll keep this between you and me. You will call me Mistress Arianna when we’re alone. Go upstairs, take off your clothes, and bring back the handcuffs and ankle cuffs.
“Yes Mistress Arianna.” I got up and went upstairs into my bedroom. I shivered as I undressed. I was surprised and excited to finally have a dominant woman in my life, but wished it could have been someone besides my future daughter-in-law. I wondered if this could be considered incestuous. I got the handcuffs and ankle cuffs from the closet. I went back to the living room and gave her the keys.
Mistress Arianna looked up at me. “Great. Lock the cuffs on and kneel down in front of me.”
“Yes Mistress Arianna.” I locked the ankle cuffs on my ankles. I struggled a little to lock the handcuffs on my wrists in front of me. I knelt down in front of her.”
