This is a continuation of "M.I.L.F. Takes Charge", available in my profile.
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Much has transpired since I wrote about my encounter with the young buck who would make me his conquest, while I wished to make him my obedient submissive. Most of what happened, and certainly the most exciting, has transpired over this past summer.
I will write a short prologue to this story to bridge the gap between the first encounter and the events of the past summer.
I left you, as you will recall, with Derrick suggesting that I become his body building bitch and suck his balls dry every night. I admit, that was a tempting offer. If you saw what it was he had to offer from between his strong thighs, you would not blame me for kneeling before him, wearing his collar.
I fell asleep to that thought. I awoke when Derrick was walking back to bed, presumably from just having gone to the bathroom. His long cock bounced from thigh to thigh as he walked through the early morning light that filtered through the curtains. I dozed off for probably an hour, then woke to find Derrick asleep beside me, barely covered with the bedsheet. I saw the bulge of his morning erection resting on his lower stomach. I carefully peeled the bedsheet back to reveal his impressive manhood.
I thought seriously about taking it into my mouth and having my way with it until his fresh seed filled my mouth. But then I heard my daughter walking down the hallway to the bathroom. That's when I realized that the consequences of my actions would affect more than myself. By allowing myself to be collared, I am affecting Katye's future as well. Most assuredly, Derrick would have Katye collared and serving his sexual desires as well.
I did not raise my children to submit so willingly to a male. I raised both my son and daughter to understand that women were every bit as strong, if not stronger, than males and should stand their ground against them. For Katye's sake, as well as Kyle's, it was important that I not succumb to Derrick's lust; rather I needed to dominate him and collar him to illustrate to my family exactly where a male's place is.
As quietly as I could, I rummaged through my closet to locate some necessary accessories. Fortunately, Derrick was a deep sleeper, or perhaps just exhausted from the events of the previous day. Either way, I attached ankle and wrist cuffs to the bedposts, while also attaching a leather collar to the headboard by a one foot long chain. I quickly moved to secure his left, then right ankles to the cuffs. By this time Derrick awoke, but he was too bewildered to resist. By the time he was able to properly assess the situation, I had the leather collar locked tightly around his neck.
The boy was far too strong for me to wrestle his arms into place, so it would come down to a test of wills. Unable to sit up to uncuff his ankles, he began work on the collar, while protesting verbally. He didn't quite know if he should be scared, angry, or excited. I think he was all of the above.
I nonchalantly sat on the edge of the bed and reached between his spread legs and cupped his ball sac.
"You know, a woman can know everything a male is thinking just by observing what is going on down here between his legs. Your cock has begun to shrink a bit and your balls are tight to your body," I noted as I encircled his balls with my thumb and forefinger, pulling them down from his body. "A tight set of balls means that you are either about to cum, you're cold, or you're very scared. I think you are very scared about right now.
"Oh Derrick, I'm just having some fun with you. Relax! Listen, I want to lock you up and let you think about how much you could learn if you are willing to submit to me. I can't force you. I can't keep you tied up forever. But I would like to keep you locked to the bed for a few hours, just to give you a taste of what life might be like if you take me up on my offer to be my boy bitch. Why don't you just go ahead and lock the cuff around your right wrist. I'll take care of the left. We'll have a little fun, think about things, and I'll let you go in time for lunch."
He looked me in the eye, his cock twitched, and he reached over and locked the cuff around his wrist. By the time I cuffed his left wrist, his cock was as hard as I had seen it.
While I was in the shower, Katye knocked on my bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Hearing no reply, she pushed the door open and peered around the side. "Oh my gawd!" She wasn't expecting to see her friend tied spread eagle to my bed. "Oh Derrick...all right, wow. Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. Ummm, I'll just wait for my mom to come out. No rush."
Evidently, she couldn't resist the temptation. Before I was out of the shower, she let herself back in the room and sat down on the bed next to my prisoner. Without embarrassment, she lightly tickled his ball sac, giggling at him. Then she took hold of his shaft, pulling it straight up. "Damn, that's one hard rod. Oh, look at your balls; they're getting all tight! Don't be scared." She patted him on his inner thigh and left the room. I think that probably cemented his decision.
I walked back into the bedroom, still drying my hair with my towel. He didn't need to see my naked body, dripping wet, in order to be excited. He was as hard as I had left him. Dripping hard by now.
Over the next four hours, I made my way back in to check on my new toy. Only once was his cock not as hard as I would have liked. Each visit, I took about 10 minutes to stroke his cock, massage his balls, and lightly run my fingernails over his smooth chest. And each time, his ample precum dripped down his long thick cock and beads of perspiration dotted his body. I tormented him to the point that he fought against his bonds and begged for relief, which of course, never came.
Then, I allowed him to put that pent up frustration to good use. I straddled his head and slowly lowered my wet pussy lips to within an inch of his mouth. I let his instincts take over. He strained against his collar to lick. I teased of course, but relented eventually. I let him suckle my clit. His eager tongue first licked, then sucked, then upon my orders, dove deep inside my pussy as I sat hard against his face. I smothered him with my sex, and nearly drowned him with my orgasm. Once I regained my composure, I sat up, leaving his face covered with my offering, and him gasping for air.
Finally, in the early afternoon, I decided he had had enough. "Derrick, I'm going to release you. You can either let me attach this ball stretcher around balls, then put this on," I said, holding up his skimpy white Speedo, "and have lunch with Katye and myself out by the pool, or you can masturbate in front of me to relieve your pent up frustration and never see me again. I'll leave that up to you."
