Jack enjoyed his new life very much. How could he not? He had a good job that paid well and his own apartment in the middle of the city. Future promotion seemed assured. He got regular sex whenever he wanted it, not least sex of the kinky type that he'd learned he desired so much.
The key to his new life was Miss B. Well, in truth it had been Hanson House that had made it all possible. It was the college that had prepared him for a life as a confident, dominant Master. It was Hanson House that had found him a woman who desired his particular talents and arranged for them to meet. They'd matched him with Miss B and, after reading her file and then meeting her, Jack had readily agreed that he should be assigned as her live-in Master.
Miss B had become part of the secretive network that had established Hanson House and continued to sustain it. It was a network of powerful professionals who were eager to nurture more of their own kinky sort and ensure an ongoing supply of new players. Miss B had come to their attention quite by accident, word of mouth, but that was common enough.
She'd decided what she wanted. Her needs were very precise. She was, after all, a fast-rising executive and she wanted someone who would satisfy her and make her feel fulfilled. Her request to Hanson House had been for a younger, sexually demanding man. He had to be dominant – strongly so. The man she sought would make sure she was used and abused and humiliated completely. He had to be as young as possible – being an older woman helpless before a younger man was vital to satisfying her needs.
All this had come after the tearful ending of a recent relationship – the longest she'd ever had. Her decision had not been a spur of the moment thing or an exercise in self-loathing. Rather, Miss B had had a lot of time to think about what she needed in her life. Then she'd faced up to some facts – she would never have children, her professional life left little time for "normal" relationships and she knew, she finally recognised, the "something" that had been missing from her previous love affairs.
Jack, as it turned out, was the perfect fit for Miss B. He was more than years her junior and he looked even younger. He was slender and very good-looking indeed. Yet he was mature, confident and well-trained in the dark arts of BDSM. Miss B had wanted to choose Jack as soon as she'd seen his file. Once she met him in person, Miss B knew she'd willingly submit to Jack and the dirtiest things he might demand of her.
The first time he'd entered her apartment Jack had slipped into his role easily. His first instruction was that Miss B would remain naked at all times in her home. He had insisted the new rule was in force immediately. Her face had turned deep red as, for the first time, she obeyed her new Master. She stripped for him, knowing she was being inspected, feeling ashamed to have revealed her darkest desires as well as her older body. She could only hope he'd not want to leave her now he'd seen her naked.
Jack, however, had no intention of leaving. Hanson House had trained him to feel most comfortable around women of her age. He had learned to appreciate them so much more than girls his age. Jack was eager to start using her sexually. Miss B was ordered onto her knees and then made to undo Jack's trousers. She felt like rather a slut but she was delighted when his cock sprang into view, already as hard as steel. Jack signalled his intent by grabbing a handful of her blonde curls. Miss B had performed fellatio before - she was not innocent. But she'd never done it like this – on her knees like a whore, naked as the man gripped her hair and casually thrust his cock into her mouth.
Miss B felt humiliated – deliciously so – as her mouth was used for the first time. But her greater thought was of how big this young man was. She'd not expected a Master so well-hung but the people at Hanson House had assured her they only provided male dominants who were well-equipped.
She had never had the sexual confidence that Jack possessed. Now she didn't require it since clearly her young Master was taking charge of her body. Jack pumped himself deeper into her mouth, causing her drool to run over her chin. For the very first time, this normally "take charge" woman felt herself being used sexually. When Jack was ready, he unloaded his balls into her mouth. It was as simple as that. He gave her no warning. He'd read her detailed sexual history, the one she had completed for Mistress Rose, and knew Miss B would rarely have been treated like that. With a groan he pumped wad after wad into her waiting mouth and she swallowed him hurriedly. It was her first experience as a slut and her main concern was whether she'd done enough to please her new Master. There really was no need for worry, however. Jack was determined that Miss B was going to learn to enjoy the taste of his man juice. He would repeat this treatment the next morning, before he showered for work.
Apart from the thrill of her first degrading sex act, what excited Miss B was the size of her Master's cock. Something that size seemed destined to dominate and control her. She was unsure how she'd cope with a cock so big. The size of it frightened her a little. She was under no illusions about some of the acts Jack would force her to perform. She could not deny, however, that handling it for the first time had made her cunt was throb little.
Right then, however, Jack had other ideas. Not wanting to waste time teaching Miss B her new place, he ordered her to lie on the floor and masturbate for him. This was a real test for her and she almost made the mistake of arguing with her new Master. "Get down there and do it," he insisted. Jack knew Miss B would be eager to please on her first day. "I'm your Master now. So spread your legs and let me see you play with that cunt."
She did as ordered, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. She did have her safe word – that had been sorted out well in advance. But she'd never use it this soon. The problem was that she wasn't ready yet to respond to Jack so easily. Naturally she was so self-conscious performing the act that she couldn't feel turned-on. She played with herself nonetheless. Miss B already accepted Jack's power. She had agreed to submit to this authority. She hated her failure to climax but too afraid not to carry on.
Jack enjoyed the show. It felt good to be a newly appointed Master and to have this woman performing so lewdly for him. She wasn't going to climax but that wasn't the aim. He ordered his submissive to her feet and pointed at the blonde curls covering part of her cunt. "What the fuck is that?" he demanded to know.
She stammered a little, unsure of what to say. "I didn't know ...if you wanted ...or not." It was a reasonable answer but Jack was not going to go easy on the older woman. She was ordered to fetch some shaving things and then to climb onto the heavy wooden table in the living room. He noticed the anxious look on her face but Jack was determined to immerse Miss B into her new life straight away.
As it happened, he'd never shaved a cunt before. Happily, he wasn't lacking in confidence and quickly set to work removing every trace of hair from her sex. As he worked he noticed how aroused she became, how her cunt lips swelled up and juice began to ooze from her hole. She was going to be a very good submissive, Jack thought to himself.
Only then did he fuck her, dragging her to the bedroom and ordering her onto all fours. Young and virile, her new Master was ready to take another hole for himself. With nothing more as foreplay Jack pushed his rock hard cock into Miss B's fresh-shaved cunt and proceeded to enjoy himself.
Miss B had never been so wet. This was the crudest fucking she'd ever had and it felt so wonderful. Her tunnel was snug around Jack's big shaft. That beautiful cock was big enough that his fucking felt rougher than anything she'd experienced before.
Jack, too, was enjoying the fit of this cunt around his cock. The first fuck of his new submissive and she was turning out to be everything he'd wanted. She was short so it was easy to grab another handful of hair, pulling her back onto his thrusting weapon. Miss B felt dirty and abused and it was the most spectacular fucking she could have imagined. She erupted into a delirious climax as he pumped into her, a beautiful and noisy orgasm. Yes indeed, older women were better fuckers.
When Jack announced his own orgasm, a loud grunt and a ragged "I'm cumming bitch", she surprised herself with her own enjoyment of Master's pleasure. She'd wondered, and now she understood how women could worship a cock like this one. Her new Master was big and she hoped that in time she'd learn to take him in all manner of ways.
With his confidence and his enjoyment in degrading a willing slut, Jack was the perfect match for her. Because what Miss B wanted was to lose herself in a lifestyle of debauched sex, of deviant submission to someone younger than her who would use her sexually and make her a "low" slut. Miss B was an important figure in her industry, controlling several key companies and many employees. She loved her career but her darkest need was to be sexually humiliated and debased. So much the better if it was done by a younger man. It was about choices – Miss B could have devoted herself to a man when she was younger but she'd chosen her career. Now she was in a position to have both – the public life of a serious professional and the private life of a woman who would let a man do anything he wanted with her. For the right man, a man like Jack, she was ready to be pushed beyond her limits.
Miss B – her name was Laura. Jack ignored that, naturally, and settled on referring to her only as "bitch". Later he'd think of something more individual for her but it was enough to settle the older woman into her new life.
Jack, too, knew that he'd chosen well. Laura was an intelligent and vivacious woman. She was pretty with lovely blonde curls. He didn't see the same physical imperfections that she did. Yes, her tits were starting to sag and she'd allowed herself to grow plump. Some encouragement to eat better and exercise might be called for. But she was what should be expected from a woman of her age – the age Jack relished.
Best of all, she'd already shown she was a sexy and responsive fucker. Her body had reacted instantly and strongly to sexual contact. Her cunt contracted wonderfully as she came. It was what he knew – older women had fewer inhibitions than their younger counterparts. While the bitch had relatively little sexual experience for a woman her age, that simply meant that she was fertile ground for Jack to corrupt and to exploit.
