Heather's House Boy

Heather's House Boy 2: Walter's Accident

"What have you

done

?" Heather had pulled the covers from Walter's sleeping form. She stared down at him in disgust.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident."

"You 'accidentally' ejaculated without my permission?"

"I was asleep. I didn't do it on purpose."

"What did I tell you?"

"Please, Heather. I didn't touch myself!"

"

What did I tell you

?"

"You - you said if I came without your permission, you'd kick me out," he whispered. "But-"

"You look disgusting. Get cleaned up and change my sheets."

"Yes, Heather."

"Then get dressed, and pack your things."

"But-"

"Did you think I was joking?"

"No... Please don't do this."

"I'm not doing anything. This is YOUR doing."

"Honey- please don't send me away! I'll do anything."

Heather folded her arms and turned away.

"Please, honey?" Walter's voice caught.

"Pack up and go."

"No... please...I'll do anything."

"You're repeating yourself."

"I- I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. Please! I can't leave you."

She sighed. "Call me in the morning. But I don't want to see you or hear from you until then."

Walter had given up his small apartment and most of his possessions when Heather had taken over his life. His clothes fit into one large suitcase. His laptop, tablet, headphones and other equipment fit into his backpack.

"Please let me stay?" he asked after he was packed.

"Get out." Heather's voice was cold.

He spent a miserable day and night in a nearby hotel.

"Hello."

"Heather?"

"Who is this?"

"It's me."

"'Me' who?"

"This is Walter."

"Oh. What do

you

want?"

"Walter drew a breath. "May I please come home?"

"Do you admit that you ejaculated on purpose?"

"It was an

accident

."

"If it was an accident, you have no discipline. If you did it on purpose, you have no respect for me. Which is it?"

"I

know

it was my fault. I've learned my lesson."

"Really? What lesson is that?"

"I don't know!" He very nearly sobbed. "I just know that I will do anything to be with you."

"You're still repeating yourself."

"I know. Heather, I can't

stand

this."

Heather sighed. "Very well, you may come home-"

"Thank you!"

"What have I told you about interrupting me?"

"I'm sorry. I was excited. Thank you!"

"Don't thank me just yet. Come by tomorrow morning."

"May I please come over now?"

"I have plans. And I will only let you stay tomorrow

if

you tell me something original. Do you understand?"

"I-"

"Unless you'd rather just break up with me."

"No! Never! I- I'll think of something."

"So? It better be sincere...and sweet. And not too early, I may have company."

"Yes, Heather, thank you."

"Good-bye."

Walter spent another miserable twenty-four hours. By the time he felt safe to return to Heather's apartment he was exhausted, but he had a speech ready.

It took Heather a long time to answer the door. She was dressed in a white terrycloth robe. She smelled of soap and shampoo.

"Yes?" She frowned at him.

"Thank you for letting me come home," Walter said.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. I haven't said you can stay."

"I understand. Are you alone? I mean, is this a good time?"

"A good time for what?"

"For me to apologize."

Heather smirked. "I suppose." She stood aside.

Walter walked past her and put his suitcase and backpack by the door.

Heather sat on her couch and crossed her legs. Her robe opened to reveal her thighs. Her red toenails that Walter had painted last week flashed.

"Well?" She looked impatient.

Walter swallowed nervously and dropped to his knees.

"Heather, you are my Goddess. I worship you. I adore you. I am, I mean I want to continue to be... I will be your willing slave...if you'll only forgive me, I'll do

anything

for you!"

Heather gazed at Walter. "Slave, huh?"

"Yes, Heather," he said softly.

Well," she finally said, "no one has ever called me Goddess before.

Or

said they worship me. That's very sweet...and having a slave might be fun."

Walter's face lit with hope. "Then I can stay?"

"Consider yourself on probation."

"Thank you! I won't let you down."

"Oh? How many times have you cum since you left?"

"None! I knew you'd be mad."

"Very good."

"May I please give

you

an orgasm?"

"Aww, you are so

attentive

."

"Thank you."

She purposely stood over him and slowly dropped her robe. He gazed up at her with an expression of awe on his face.

She reached for his hand. "Come along."

Walter scrambled to his feet and followed her to her bedroom. Heather lay back on her bed with her legs casually spread. When Walter started to kneel on the bed, she said,

"Do a strip tease for me."

"Yes, Heather." He stood and began to undress.

"What, no music?" She propped herself up on her elbows.

"Oh!" He turned to the compact CD player he had bought her, and selected a CD at random. When the music started, he undulated back in front of her and continued to strip suggestively. When he was down to his red thong, she ordered him to give her a foot rub.

He knelt at her feet and began. The state of his excitement was obvious.

Heather chuckled and rubbed a foot over his crotch. He shuddered.

"So," she said, "You like being my personal stripper?"

"I missed you!"

She chuckled again. "Well, I certainly missed your

tongue

."

Walter stopped the foot rub.

"Hey!"

When he did not move, she kicked him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Do you care for me at all?"

"What? Oh! I'm

sorry

. That was really mean, and I apologize. Come up here."

Slowly Walter crawled next to Heather. She pat the bed next to her and he lay down facing her.

She propped herself up on an elbow. "I've been

way

too mean to you. I really am quite fond of you, and I should have told you so. Can you forgive me?" She traced a finger over his chest.

"Yes, of course. It's just that-"

"I know. Did you mean what you said?"

"About what?"

"About me being your Goddess?"

"Yes."

"You don't just mean that I'm hot?"

"No! Well, yes. You are

beautiful

. But what I mean is that I

worship

you. I want to serve...I- I need to make you happy!"

She chuckled. "In that case, things are going to be different."

"What I have done?"

"No, silly. You don't understand. I kept you on short rations because when you are desperate, you are really eager to please me. I'd wiggle my big toe and you would jump. That is so

hot

! But if you really meant what you said, I'll start letting you cum more often."

"Thank you!"

"You're going to earn it. Even if you just came

twice

, you will still be, what was that phrase? 'Fawning and adoring'."

"Of course!"

"You will still ask for my permission to have an orgasm. And all of my rules will still apply."

"Anything. You are my Goddess."

"'Anything.' Remember that. And there will be no more cumming in your sleep."

"Yes, Heather."

"Disappoint me again, I'll put you out again. Maybe for a week...maybe for good."

"

Please

don't do that!"

"Up to you, stud muffin. Just keep proving to me that you meant what you said."

"I will. I promise."

"Then everything will be fine. Now, get on your back, hands on my headboard and legs spread wide."

Walter obeyed.

Heather crawled over him, then knelt between his legs. "Don't move, and don't make a

sound

." She put her hands on his thighs and deep-throated him.

As waves of sexual pleasure swept through him, Walter fought not to cry out. Heather bobbed her head up and down several times, then dropped him out of her mouth.

"Tasty," she said.

She crawled over him again, deliberately rubbing her breasts on his face. She took a condom out of her nightstand drawer, and worked it around in her mouth. Again, she engulfed him. When she released him, he was encased in the condom.

"Did you like that?" she asked seductively.

He nodded vigorously.

"Someone taught me that last night."

Walter stirred uneasily.

"Well, you disappointed me. And I got lonely!"

"Heather-

Oww

!"

She slapped his thigh. "I told you not to talk."

"But-" he started, then caught himself.

Heather sighed. She lay down next to him and propped herself on an elbow.

"What did I tell you when you asked me about dating other guys?"

"You said I was you only guy!"

"As long as you didn't disappoint me. Remember that part?"

"Yes, Heather." His voice was very soft.

"Did you disappoint me?"

"Yes, Heather."

"Are you going to disappoint me, again?"

"No!

Never

! I'm

sorry

!"

"Then you are back to being my only guy-"

"Thank you. I

love

you!"

"No doubt. But you were told not to speak."

"I-"

"If you speak again, I'm going to gag you with my thong."

Walter's reaction to the vision of Heather slipping out of her thong and stuffing it into his mouth was as obvious as it was embarrassing.

She guffawed. "Oh, my

God

, you are

priceless

!" Her laughter only made things worse. "Maybe later, Sweet Cakes. Right now, you need to get to work. My 'guest' wasn't very good, and I need

release

."

Again, Walter nodded.

"Just like he said to me, open your legs."

She lay down on top of him and positioned herself between his spread legs. "We're going to play a little game. You take the girl's position. Even though your legs are apart, you still have to satisfy me. Fun, huh?"

Walter shook his head.

"If I let you talk, will you promise to be sweet?"

He nodded.

"Very well, you may speak - politely, and with respect. And you may take your hands off the headboard."

"Thank you, Heather. This position will be really hard."

"Of course, it will! After being so difficult, and then leaving me alone, you deserve a challenge." She slapped his chest. "Now get to it!"

Walter wrapped his arms around her and arched himself. Heather giggled and reached between his legs and guided him inside her.

"Come on, I'm

ready

."

Again, he arched his back, pushed his feet against the bed and drove himself into her.

"Yeah!" She began to pant.

As he thrusted, he caressed her back and her buttocks, and was rewarded with a deep French kiss. Waves of submissive arousal threatened to ruin his self-control. Being under Heather emphasized her dominance, and he was overcome with a desire to please her. But how much longer could he last?

If only she would cum!

"Please cum,"

he found himself whispering.

"Heather slapped his chest again. "Yeah, boy! That's the idea!

Fuck

! That's good!"

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Like that! Just like

that...

Oh, frakking GOD!"

She collapsed on top of him, her hair spilling over his face. "That was the best yet," she whispered.

"Thank you! May I-"

"You need to give Bill lessons."

"W-who?"

"The guy that taught me that condom trick. Fair is fair. He taught me something, you can teach him something!" She giggled.

He shuddered in desperation. "

Please

?"

Heather chuckled. "Gotcha worked up, huh?"

"Yes!"

"Good."

She began to use her internal muscles.

"Oh, God!" Walter wailed. "Honey!"

She propped herself up on an elbow, and traced his lips with a finger. "What should I make you do if you can't control yourself?" she whispered.

"I-"

"I know! I'll make you invite Bill over."

"Please don't."

"Aww, are you jealous? I thought you'd do

anything

for me?" Now she intensified the massage. "You might enjoy having him tied to a chair where he can watch. You can show him how to satisfy me."

"Heather!

Please

?"

"Please invite Bill to join us?"

"Please, can I

cum

?"

"Well, I don't know." Now she began to move in earnest. "Can you?"

"

Please

," he managed to gasp.

"You're repeating yourself." She gave him a passionate kiss, then she played with his nipples. "Do you like that?" she whispered.

"I can't

stand

it!"

"Hey! Don't close your eyes. Look at me. Think about my eyes, and my breasts, and my hair. Think about how much you like being under me."

"Heather!"

"Stop squirming!"

"

Please

?"

"Not yet. Hey! I know. How about a countdown?"

"No!"

"No? Then you'll be the one tied to the chair, and Bill will be here with me."

"P-please don't!"

"Then what do you say?"

"P-please g-give me the countdown."

"If you insist. Tell you what, if you make it to 'one' you'll get a nice surprise!"

"I-"

"Good boy. Let's see.... five...four...three... I said stop

squirming

! Now, where was I?"

"

Heather

!"

She giggled, again. "Three...that's for yelling at me.... two.... wait for it.... Wait... NOW!"

Walter screamed as he arched his back and convulsed over and over. Finally, he collapsed.

She tapped his nose. "What do you say?"

"Thank you! Thank you so much. I love you."

"You're welcome. Oh, I almost forgot your surprise. Since you are so interested in my company-"

"I'm not-"

"Don't interrupt. From now on when I have an overnight guest, you're going to sleep in here on the pallet."

Usually, when Heather had overnight company, she required Walter to make himself scarce. More than once he had spent the night in the same motel he went to when she had kicked him out.

"What else will I have to do?"

"I suppose you'll find out."

But-"

"What was that you said about 'anything?"

"Yes, Heather."