Miss Allison (Ch. 02)
soppingwetpanties
This story has multiple chapters. This second chapter begins with David's introduction to submission.
Dedicated to David. It's my spin on his kinks.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Two
I turned on the shower and was holding my hand under the spray until it got hot. I was lost in my thoughts and came back to the present when I realized the water was almost scalding. I turned the temperature down, stepping into the shower and letting the refreshing water splash on my face. As a good Catholic boy I asked myself, am I trying to wash away my sins?
I wondered how I got into my present situation. I had just gotten home earlier that day from a weeklong business trip to Cleveland and was going to content myself with watching a baseball game on television, drinking a few beers and going to bed early. My next-door neighbor Miss Allison, who was watching my black cat Lord Vader while I was gone, upended those plans by showing up unannounced. She revealed to me that she'd found the key to my locked office and found a printed survey I filled in that revealed in gory detail every single one of my depraved sex fantasies.
I had filled in a survey on some random BDSM site I came across while surfing the internet. 50 explicit questions and 50 very explicit answers. Miss Allison had studied my answers and pronounced me to be a sick and perverted individual. She was right. To this day I'm not sure what motivated me to print out the survey. Was I hoping Miss Allison would find it?
Sexy Miss Allison. A forty-something perky bleach blonde divorcee who moved in next door a few years back. I lusted after her. Watching her washing her car in the summertime in cut-off shorts and a bare midriff t-shirt barely covering generous sized breasts, she left little for my very fertile imagination. She was unattainable, but so were all the attractive women to a fifty-eight-year-old balding man with generous love handles. I could always dream.
But my dream turned into a nightmare. All my deviant desires were revealed to a virtual stranger. A stranger who turned out to have the same twisted thoughts, though mine were submissive and hers were dominant. She had already asserted her power over me, making me call her Miss Allison to show her the proper level of respect.
I was washing my body and smiled at the raging hard-on I was sporting. I watched the water drip off the bulbous purple head. My cock wasn't long, but it was thick. My wife used to complain about it. The veins were pulsing in it. I'd been hard the entire two hours that Miss Allison had been gone and she was the only thing I'd been thinking about. I usually had to take a blue pill to stay hard for that long, but just the thought of Miss Allison kept me on the edge of excitement.
I never dreamed she'd be interested in me. Not in a million years. I have to thank Lord Vader for breaking the ice. He took a liking to Miss Allison and made frequent visits to her house. She fed him and let him sleep on her bed. I was dead certain that Lord Vader was living a better life than mine.
Right before Miss Allison left she ordered me to take a shower and then dress in pants only and wait for her return. She didn't tell me when, but she did specifically order me not to touch myself while she was gone. She knew my willpower was weak because I described myself as such in the survey.
I started to wash my crotch, and the feel of my soapy hand on a cock that had received exactly zero physical stimulation up until that moment leapt upward. It felt too fucking good, and suddenly her prohibition was forgotten. I couldn't stop thinking about Miss Allison and her big creamy white tits. Worshipping her pussy and ass. Maybe she'd let me touch, or even lick, her. I tried to imagine her making me do things. Unspeakable things.
She was my Goddess.
I started stoking myself and couldn't stop. The hot water beat against my chest as my hand went furiously back and forth until I felt true bliss. I fired my sperm against the shower wall, watching the thick wad of pearly white goo slide down the shower tiles and then swirling down the drain. Miss Allison forbade it but how would she know? This was my reward for hitting the jackpot. A drop-dead gorgeous woman making me her sex slave.
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I was feeling remorse as I dried off. The glow of the orgasm was fading and my fear of the consequences came to the fore. Miss Allison had told me not to do what I did. What would she do? Would she leave me for not listening to her? Would I tell her? Jesus, did I fuck up the best thing that ever happened in my life?
I pulled on a pair of old grubby jeans that were roomy enough to be comfortable. I looked at my profile in the mirror and wondered what a beautiful woman like Miss Allison saw in me, whose profile was more like Alfred Hitchcock than George Clooney. I would have done anything to have a girlfriend like Miss Allison. She was smart, sexy and gorgeous. Why didn't she have a boyfriend? What caused her divorce? My mind was racing with questions.
I was walking down the hallway wondering what I should do. I decided to watch the game until she came back. I turned the television back on (she turned it off when she left) and was about to sit down when I saw that my personal laptop was open on the kitchen table. I'd forgotten that Miss Allison had humiliated me by hacking into my laptop and then changing the password so she had control of it. The computer hadn't yet timed out and locked itself so I started searching Allison's name on the internet.
I pulled up a couple articles from our local newspaper that profiled her. Local shop owner. She and her ex-husband owned the local hardware store on Highway 31. Her ex left town and she took over the business. The picture of her was quite flattering. Two buttons of her tight blouse unbuttoned. Skinny jeans on her curvy frame. She was hot and definitely out of my league.
I read the articles carefully. Graduate of the local high school. Prom Queen. Went to the University of Maryland. Married young and divorced for ten years. No children. But why her interest in me and my personal darkness? There were no clues to the answer to that question.
I pondered Miss Allison's motivations as I enjoyed a beer and the game. The game and the beer relaxed me so when the doorbell chimed I practically jumped out of my easy chair, stumbling to the front door. I opened it and stepped back, kneeling on the entranceway rug as Allison stepped in, a rush of cool night air washing across me. I felt excited but slightly ridiculous, kneeling and shirtless, sucking my hairy gut in and lowering my eyes. Allison had changed into a short casual dress, appropriate for the late Fall day. It was styled like a camping shirt, blue chambray with buttons down the front and low-heeled leather shoes. Before I looked downward I noticed her red lipstick, and the top two buttons undone, and her long shapely legs. She looked stunning. I was already aroused, with a noticeable lump in my pants.
She had a stern expression on her face and was looking toward the sound coming from the living room. I could hear the game had resumed and the Orioles were up to bat in a tied game.
"So what were you doing since I was gone? I can see you're watching the baseball game. What's the score?"
My fear dissipated for just an instant. She cared about the game?
"4-4, bottom of the eighth. The winner of this plays the Rangers for the pennant," I said excitedly. Maybe she'd let me watch the end of it. My hopes were immediately dashed.
"Shut off the television," she said, and not politely.
I knew it would come to this. I went into the living room picked up the remote and hit the power button. The screen went black. I watched Lord Vader jump out of my warm chair and scamper out of the room. He knew something was up and didn't want to be a part of it. Traitor.
"So what did you do?" she asked in an accusatory tone. Somehow she didn't look attractive to me when she was about to bite my head off. She knew I had done something I wasn't supposed to. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic glow I still had on my face. All I knew at that point was that I was fucked.
"You mean since you've been gone?" I asked casually, making a lame attempt to deflect whatever ire she was harboring.
Her face reddened. This was not good.
"On your knees, now," she barked at me, "and strip off those fucking cheesy pants."
I did it quickly and without question. Miss Allison was getting good at scaring the shit out of me.
"You're fucking with me David and I don't like it. Now out with it. What have you done since I was gone? Don't leave anything out."
She was on to me. I took a deep breath and recited every detail of my movements until I got to the part about masturbating in the shower. Understandably, I stumbled at that point.
