THE LIVE-IN HELP - PART ONE
JAMES was in his seventieth year when his wife of thirty years' marriage, and who was just a few years younger than himself, died from a rare disease.
This left him in a somewhat wealthy position as a widower. As his wife's natural heir he inherited her substantial cash estate and he also became the sole owner of their large family home, which they had continued to inhabit even after their three children had moved out to live independently with partners some years earlier.
James's friends and acquaintances wondered if he might consolidate into a smaller property, such as an apartment, and pocket the difference in property values on the way through.
But James had other ideas. His marriage had not been successful and one of its casualties had been his sex life. He liked glamorous, dressy women and he'd always enjoyed feeling sexually submissive to a glamorous domina, and his wife was neither dressy, glamorous nor sexually dominant. After some years of marriage he began to secretly frequent specialist BDSM brothels where he'd have his lustful masochistic cravings temporarily satisfied by pretty dominatrixes. At the same time he'd also wanted to dominate his Domme, but due to the extra fees which would be charged it never happened.
Now he had the biggest idea he'd ever had. He'd enlist the service of a pretty female domme who would live-in with him in his home ostensibly as his 'lodger' or 'carer', but who, behind the scenes, would service him sexually as his mood dictated. The thought of having unlimited ongoing sex -- as a submissive or a dominant as the mood took him -- with a pretty, obliging female sent his mind reeling with the possibilities.
He wondered how he'd find, meet, engage and enlist such a young woman.
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The weeks went by and, unsurprisingly, James became increasingly randy and sexually frustrated. He masturbated to both maledom and femdom online videos, photos and stories. He decided it was time to book another session of femdom-malesub BDSM with his favourite local domme, a certain Mistress Elizabeth Strokewell of Fetish Palace, a nearby specialist brothel which catered to BDSM. He thought about it: it would be his first session with a domme since his wife had passed away a few months earlier.
He phoned Fetish Palace and made a booking to see his Mistress Strokewell in a few days time. Then at the last moment he was advised that she would not be able to see him and would he be prepared to see a trainee Mistress instead, a certain Miss Zulu, who could fill in for Mistress Strokewell. James asked if he'd be able to see Miss Zulu's profile and pictures on the establishment's website.
"Miss Zulu has only just started with us, sir, and unfortunately she hasn't yet posted her profile!" the Fetish Palace telephonist advised. "However there's good reason for it, sir; as a full blooded aboriginal girl who's come to us from the Great Nullarbor Plain in South Australia, and even though she speaks perfectly good English, she's quite computer illiterate and she's never tried to pen a promotional bio for herself. However, sir, if you'd like to come in for your session as planned and meet her anyway, you can decide whether you'd like to proceed with her, and if you decide not to then there'll be no hard feelings or costs incurred, sir!"
James thought about it. He'd often fantasized about being a groveling, elderly white slave under the charge of a sadistic young colored Mistress! His erection stiffened pleasurably at the thought of it, and he began to massage his swelling member through the fabric of his trousers as he advised the telephonist that he would be pleased to meet Miss Zulu on a speculative basis.
"That's lovely sir," the telephonist replied, "we'll see you tomorrow as planned!"
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The next day James arrived at Fetish Palace to meet Miss Zulu. He was shown into a reception room and told to sit down and wait for her, and that she would be with him shortly.
He sat down to wait. He studied the promotional photographs of the various Mistresses of the house which decorated the wall opposite. Clearly none of them featured a young aboriginal Mistress. Then his eyes settled on a handful of BDSM fetish magazines which lay nearby on a side table. He selected one of them and leafed through it. It was a locally produced fetish magazine, written and photographed in Australia. He glanced at a double-page spread and a light bulb switched on inside his head.
It was titled 'Elderly White Outback Master Trains His Young Black Aboriginal Slave Girl' and the photograph showed exactly that. It showed a very formally dressed elderly white 'slaver' -- a fellow of his own age and similar pale-skinned caucasian appearance -- with his erect cock upstanding in his open trousers zipper -- training a beautiful young naked aboriginal girl using a collar and leash at her neck and a punishment cane at her bottom.
James could see that the pretty young aboriginal girl was obviously a 'slave' because she wore a buckled leather collar at each of her wrists, neck, waist and ankles, and a multi-strapped leather head harness which retained a rubber ball gag at her gaping, drooling mouth. She looked alarmed, as if her bottom had just been spanked and she was about to receive more of the same. Most exciting and interesting was the headline text which ran in large letters across the spread. It read:
"Attention, Aussie Men! It's a fascinating psychological fact! Every modern full-blooded aboriginal girl secretly craves bizarre sexual domination at the hands of her lost Colonial Master!"
James read it again, just to get his head around it. This was news! Like most white Australians he knew practically nothing about aborigines and even less about psychology. He'd always known that Australia had first been colonised by the British sometime in the late seventeen-hundreds. And he'd also noticed, more recently, from what he'd seen in the local media, that there were more aborigines about than ever before, although for some strange reason most of them looked and sounded just like himself -- thus quite caucasian and Anglo-Saxon -- and didn't appear to look, sound or seem to be aboriginal at all. He also knew that in Australia one could 'become' aboriginal simply by saying you were one; you simply needed to tick some boxes on some government forms; and that once you'd done so there was an excellent living to be made in garnering government subsidies and by performing fake aboriginal 'welcome to country' ceremonies at government and business functions. But he'd never guessed that today's full-blooded modern aboriginal girls secretly craved 'sexual domination' at the hands of their 'lost colonial masters'! How very interesting, he thought!
It was at this moment that James heard the sound of a woman's high heels on the hard floor outside the room, and a moment later the waiting room door opened and Miss Zulu stepped in to greet him. She closed the door behind her and stepped up to him.
"Hello, Mr. James sir! I'm Miss Zulu, sir!" she greeted him.
James looked her over. Wow! What a knockout! Many aboriginal women had grotesque, pugnacious features, but not this Miss Zulu. Instead she looked -- different. Her facial features looked soft and beautifully rounded, and her figure was stunning. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt, a matching black leather bolero top, and high black leather boots, and the peculiar contrast between her dark flesh and the even blacker leather was really something. A head of thick black curls framed her beautifully wide face with its dark brows, sparkling dark eyes, cute pug nose and thick wide lips. When she spoke her white teeth flashed.
"Hello, Miss Zulu!" James introduced himself, "I'm James, Miss!"
"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. James sir!" she said. "As you know, Mistress Strokewell couldn't make it today, sir, and she asked me to stand in for her! Do you think you might like to session with me instead, sir? She's told me all about you, sir!"
"Oh yes? Well, I'm sure that none of what she told you is true!" James joked. Well, he wasn't going to miss out on this dish. "And yes, I would like to session with you please, Miss Zulu!"
"Oh, that's lovely, sir! Could you please pay me my fee and then strip off for me, please, as I'd like to see you naked, please sir!"
"Yes, Miss!"
James paid his young Miss his bundle of cash notes and then undressed for her. In a few moments he stood naked before her, his already swollen penis lifting and stiffening. He brought his fingers to it and began to pull and squeeze. "Nngh! Miss Zulu!" he grunted, "You're a pretty young thing, Miss Zulu!"
Miss Zulu studied him. She knew that men masturbated differently, and she was interested to know her new client's style. He grasped the fattest part of his cockshaft between an arched forefinger and thumb and jerked its outer flesh to and fro. No lubrication was required. His balls jiggled and strained between his lewdly parted thighs.
"And you're a dirty old thing, Mr. James, sir!" she said, "Standing there in the nude, masturbating to a pretty young Miss who's young enough to be your granddaughter! You do need to be punished for your lewd behaviour, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss Zulu, I do!" James groaned.
"And what sort of domination theme would you enjoy today, sir?"
"Well, Miss," James grunted above his stroking fingers, "I'd like to be your randy old captured spy, please Miss, and you can be my pretty young interrogation Mistress! There's secret information for you to extract, Miss!"
"Oh yes! I do love to extract a good bit of secret information! And how shall I extract it, sir?"
"Well, Miss, Mistress Strokewell always uses her famous 'carrot and stick' method, Miss! She uses a variety of punishment implements at my buttocks and scrotum -- they're her 'stick' -- whilst simultaneously using her masturbating fingers at my erection or 'carrot', Miss! So she both whips and jerks the spunk out of me, Miss!"
"Oh yes! How charming!"
She observed his masturbating fingers as she fastened a dog's collar and leash about his neck.
"I'm going to lead you in to the dungeon room past the other Mistresses! You'll trail behind me and masturbate to the sight of my backside as we go! You'll show the other Mistresses how submissive and randy you are! And you'll be careful not to cum prematurely!"
"Yes, Miss! I'll be pleased to follow you, Miss, and to masturbate to you as we go, Miss! And you needn't worry, Miss! At my age it actually takes me a lot of wanking before I can cum, Miss, which is why I need your special disciplinary treatment to push me over the edge to ejaculation and orgasm, Miss!"
"Yes, I'm sure! Well, if you cum prematurely then I'll push you over another edge! It's called our front doorstep! You'll be sent home with an unspanked bottom and no refund!"
"Yes, Miss!"
She collected his clothes and shoes and handed them to him.
"Now you'll follow me through the establishment with your things under one arm and your other hand at your erect wanky cock so that the other Mistresses can see that I have an eager, submissive old slave who wants to be properly spanked and masturbated!"
"Yes, Miss!"
"This way, pet!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Miss Zulu took James's neck leash in hand and led him out of the reception room and through the establishment.
A pretty, shapely, young aboriginal Mistress leading her depraved, elderly, white male slave!
