The last thing Kara Johnson wanted to do -- especially seeing that it was early evening, she'd just finished a four-hour stint volunteering at one of her favorite charities and was dressed in a nice blouse and slacks outfit -- was take care of a cat. But unfortunately, she'd promised her friend and neighbor, Amy Marshall, that she'd take care of Precious for her while she and her husband were away for the week. Since they were due back tomorrow evening, she figured she'd stop by one more time to make sure the little darling had food and water and hadn't made too big a mess.
She pulled into the driveway of the Marshall residence and turned off the engine. Opening her purse, she deposited her car keys, withdrew her friend's house keys and exited the car. Once the five foot seven inch buxom blonde reached the front door she slid the key into the lock and turned it, easing the door open and sliding quietly inside, feeling a bit like a thief in the night even though she was there as a favor to her friend.
Amy and Brad Marshall had a beautiful home in an upscale central Florida community. Like every other house in their subdivision -- Kara's included -- it was more than a bit on the ostentatious side, with four bedrooms upstairs and a large living room, formal dining room, country kitchen and family room on the main level, with an oversized three car garage just off the kitchen. But then with the money Brad made, why wouldn't they have a home like this?
Kara slid off her shoes and started into the house. She moved through the front foyer and down the hall towards the kitchen, where she turned and headed for the entrance to the family room. That's when she heard a deep, guttural groan that sounded strangely like someone trying to talk with a mouthful of rocks. Alarmed, she stopped instantly, listening intently while her heart beat loudly in her chest. When the noise didn't return for several seconds she took a deep breath and crept cautiously to the family room entrance.
It was a miracle she didn't scream out when she eased her head around the corner and saw her five foot six inch friend on her hands and knees, stark naked, with a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold tied around her eyes.
She didn't see the fully clothed young man standing off to the side until he stepped away from the far wall, and she didn't recognize him until the dim light from the table lamp illuminated his face as he stepped closer to Amy. Derek Strong. Stifling another gasp, Kara drew herself back around the corner, out of sight of the family room and the shocking events that were unfolding there.
Derek Strong was a very handsome, ruggedly built young man -- some women might even call him beautiful -- who lived just down the street with his parents. But handsome or not, the simple fact was that he was a soon-to-be college freshman and, at the ripe old age of 18 and-a-half, was 18 years younger than the naked woman he seemed to be dominating. And as these thoughts flew through Kara's head, she bit her lower lip, struggling to keep quiet until she could calm herself down and figure out what to do.
The sound of Derek walking across the floor brought her back to her senses, although it could be argued that if she'd really regained control of her senses she would have slipped as quietly out the front door as she possibly could.
After taking a slow, deep breath, she eased her head back around the corner and once again took in the bizarre scene that was unfolding in the other room.
Derek had crossed the floor and taken his position standing over the naked dirty blonde-haired woman. He lowered himself slowly to one knee and ran his hand lightly over her naked flesh.
"So, my little slut-toy, you missed me so much that you cut your vacation short just to be with me." Kara was pretty certain that the guttural garbage that came from Amy's gagged mouth was intended to be an affirmation of this, but she couldn't be certain. But even in the dim light, the smile that slid across Derek's face was unmistakable as he slid his hand onto her C-cup breast and squeezed, causing more unintelligible sounds to flow from her throat.
"Well, I'll certainly try not to disappoint you," he said as he took a black leather collar from a nearby table and fastened it around her neck. Then, just before he rose to his feet, he gave the woman a hard slap on her ass, earning yet another guttural gasp as his reward.
He walked back across the floor, coming to a stop by a small table. He grabbed something from the table that Kara couldn't quite make out and turned back towards his 'little slut-toy.' It wasn't until he slapped the object across the palm of his hand that she realized it was a riding crop of some sort. And then he spoke again, breaking her reverie.
"Crawl to me, slut-toy!" he ordered in a commanding voice. Without hesitation, Amy muttered some other unintelligible noise and started crawling as ordered, even as Kara's knees nearly buckled at the sight. But instead of withdrawing around the corner to compose herself as she had before, this time the voyeuristic blonde held her position, grasping the door-frame for support, unable to draw her eyes away as Amy crawled slowly forward, feeling her way carefully until her hand finally touched her Master's shoes.
Then she stopped, turning her sight deprived eyes towards his face.
Derek looked down on his slut-toy for a moment before moving around her and coming to a stop beside her ass. He reached down with the riding crop, eased it gently between her rear crack, then slid it carefully across her pussy, causing a gasp and shudder to escape the captive woman's mouth. And then he rubbed it against her, earning more sounds of hungry desperation for his efforts.
The controlling young man seemed content to play this little game for some time, obviously enjoying the hold he held over the older woman. He varied the intensity of his strokes, even gently slapping her pussy several times to keep her off guard. And then, with a suddenness that brought an unsolicited gasp from the secret voyeur's mouth, he drew back the riding crop and slapped it hard across Amy's ass.
SLAP!!!
"Turn towards me!" he ordered. Again came the murmurs of acknowledgement as the woman turned to obey. Then, once she was in position, Derek set down the riding crop and grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, ripping it over his head before tossing it casually aside.
"Now it's time for you to undress me," he said in a firm, yet not unkind voice. "You may start with my shoes."
Amy allowed her buttocks to settle onto her ankles as she reached forward with her hands. The first shoe came off quickly, but the second proved more difficult, as the laces ended up in a knot. Her first reaction was to ignore the knot and slip the tennis shoe off, but Derek had other ideas and refused to lift his foot..
"You don't expect me to have to deal with the knot you just made, do you?" And even as he was speaking he was reaching for the riding crop and lashing it sharply across her ass.
