The Teenage Dominatrix Ch 03

The fabric of Stephen's sheets rubbed against his tender flesh as he slept; it served as a reminder when he woke of Victoria's savagery the night before.

He hurried to work on the bus and spent his lunchtime buying food for a simple three-course meal. Stephen was not a skilled cook with limited skills in the kitchen, so he opted for a straightforward menu.

For a starter, he took prepared salad and added cooked prawns and a dollop of seafood sauce. For the main course, spicy wedges, corn-on-the-cob and a rump steak with peppercorn sauce. For the dessert, crème brûlée and shortbread biscuits. He put the wine in the freezer to cool quickly. Most of the food could be simply heated or served, and he changed into the only apron in the house shortly before six.

Victoria was on time. She walked into Stephen's home the moment he answered the door, wearing a white blouse and leather trousers. She dropped a large gym bag in his hallway and watched him close the door. "My family wants to do video chat at seven thirty. I need to speak to them as they tried to ring me yesterday but I couldn't... you know."

"That's fine. I will allow this. I might even say hello myself." Stephen's face drained of colour and she slapped him on his bare bottom. He squirmed when they sat down for dinner and she teased him. "I was having a look at your bookmarks yesterday."

"Oh God," Stephen squealed.

"Yeah, I wonder whether your parents would like to know what filth, and it is filth, that you have been wanking to." She laughed at his expression and finished her prawns as jabbed at his starter.

"I am not the only guy in our year to read those stories or watch those videos. I got them from... someone."

"I know," Victoria replied. "But we all have to take responsibility for our actions," she reminded him and cooed when he stood up from the table to plate the main course. "I can barely see the marks from yesterday. I'm not up to my usual standards," she chastised herself.

Victoria shook her head and watched from the dining table as he dropped a dollop of butter on the rump steak sizzling in the pan and then dished up the potato wedges crisping in the oven.

"That apron does suit you. The lacy edges really brings out the desperation in your eyes." He said nothing as the woman teased him and topped their glasses of white wine. She hummed as she read the label and smiled as he put her plate in front of him.

"I need to wear my clothes when my parents dial," he told her. "Or..."

"Well, that depends," Victoria interrupted. "Be a good boy after dinner, and I will play ball." Stephen gave a feint nod and tried to steer a conversation towards college or university, but she was a tough person to read.

Eventually, he mentioned Anne-Marie's business and Victoria smiled. "I get paid a couple of times a week to help my aunt. I am going to Amsterdam in two weeks' time to go to a Sex Fair and then Uni. It's a good lifestyle. Easy money, and lots of fun. One guy is obsessed with being whipped and spanked by someone who is his daughter's age. I mean, it's sick, but my aunt just takes his money, and watches over me giving this guy a going over. He gets a stiffy, I kick him in the balls. And I get paid for it." Her eyes lit up as she spoke. "Sometimes I get to do other things. It's... fun."

"Isn't that a bit, twisted? You enjoy inflicting pain. That's... weird."

"Yeah, well. As my step-dad told me when he threw me out, I bring misery and nastiness."

She looked at her meal as Stephen stared at her. "I don't think you do."

"You don't know me," Victoria replied in a glacial tone. She glanced at her watch. "We do desserts when your folks ring. We have a job to do first." She pushed her empty plate towards him and rubbed her mouth with the serviette. "That was good."

Victoria took the gym bag to Stephen's room. He had the smallest bedroom in the house, but he didn't have to share, unlike his younger sisters, and took out a red fist-sized bulb with a nozzle. "What's that?"

"This is a douche." She reached into her bag once more and took a small tube of lubricant. "You use it in the bathroom." She guided him towards the familial bathroom and filled the basin with tepid water. He watched as she squeezed the air out of the douche and submerged it in the water to fill it.

Victoria drizzled lubricant over the nozzle tip and offered the bulb to the naked teenager. "Sit on the toilet," she commanded. "Put that inside your anus and squeeze it. Leave it for two minutes. Empty. Repeat. I will leave you with the lube, in case you want to put some around your hole."

"But, what for?"

"You'll see. You need to it four or five times. Try on your last two times to get two bulbs of liquid in. You want to be clean and empty when you expel. Then have a shower. Oh, and what's your laptop password?"

"Why?"

"I can add chilli oil to this water. What's your laptop password?"

"MadisonIvy69," he admitted, and she chuckled with a shake of the head.

"Bloody porn stars!" She left her victim to cleanse his bowels, and she loaded his ageing laptop. It was as she expected. The bookmarked pages, and saved pornographic videos were of the type she guessed she would find, and she sent herself friend requests from his social media accounts. He returned, slightly pale, fifteen minutes later, and held the douche out to her. "You keep that. You will need it later. I have enough of them at home."

"Thanks," he muttered, and she reached into her bag once more.

"Get on your bed. Kneeling. I need to see your arse."

"Why?"

She gestured, and he bowed his head and did as she ordered. Victoria slipped a medical glove on her right hand and took a generous squirt of lubricant on her middle finger that she pressed against his rosebud.

Stephen jerked forwards; the unexpected cool touch of the lubricant against his skin shocked him. His arse accepted the intruding finger, and it slipped easily into his welcoming hole. "That OK?" She asked, as she gently rubbed his opening.

"Yeah."

"OK, this is two fingers," she said and slowly applied gentle pressure on his anus with her index finger. He cried as she did. "Relax, just relax. I'll go slow, I'll go gentle. Relax. You're doing well, so well. But feel the calm."

He gulped and took a couple of deep breaths as she slowly and gingerly twisted her fingers in his hole to corkscrew the intruding fingers into him. He groaned as she did, but Victoria was patient with him. The third finger slipped in easier as he remained still, with his arse-up.

His cock was fully erect, and the teenage dominatrix gave it a gentle rub. "Someone really likes arse-play," she teased. "It's OK. Most men get a stiffy when someone plays with their butt. Especially subs."

She withdrew her hand and took the glove off; she picked a small two-inch wide, eight-inch long butt plug from her bag and slipped a condom over the toy. "What are you doing?" Stephen asked. "It's nearly seven thirty."

"I know," she hissed and squeezed several large globules of clear lube onto the shiny metal butt plug. Stephen squealed when Victoria pressed against his anus. Once more, she told him to relax and encouraged him. She applied gentle, steady pressure against his muscular ring, allowing it to slide into him as he relaxed.

He swore when it completely slipped inside of him and the flared base nestled against his rosebud. "Good boy," she told him and gently patted his backside. "Well done. Get some clothes on and we can dial into your parents."

He gave a gentle moan as he moved his body. "I can feel it. That's nice. I can't move without... that's..."

"Stephen, you have three minutes to get your clothes on and go to the lounge. C'mon."

"We could just run it through my laptop here," he suggested, and Victoria raised her eyebrows at him.

"Shall we not be on a video call with your parents when you have a strange girl in your bedroom in leather trousers alongside an empty condom packet and a bottle of lubricant? Have you learnt nothing? Dressed, downstairs. I won't tell you again."

She zipped up her gym bag and strode out of his bedroom. Stephen set up the Skype video call in the lounge and she came back with two cups of tea and their desserts.

"Hiya Charlotte. Sandy." Stephen excitedly waved at his younger sisters, who waved back from their hotel room. "How's Disneyland?"

"DisneyWorld," Victoria corrected him in a low voice. "Disneyland is Paris." He smiled at her and affectionately rubbed her leather-clad thighs. The family talked warmly, and Stephen was deeply interested in the theme parks and what his much younger sisters had done.

His family were more interested in the girl who they had never seen and who was with their brother, and their son. "This is Victoria, she was in my Maths class and I did my projects with her. We've just had some dinner." Victoria noticed the wry looks his parents gave each other.

She had expected Stephen to do the video call out of a sense of familial duty. She didn't imagine that he would be genuinely absorbed by what his primary school siblings did in Florida, or that they would be remotely interested in his day, but they were all deeply enthralled by what they had done, and seen, and were glad to see and speak to each other. Victoria hadn't spoken to her mother for two years, and if they were on a video call, the conversation would die within seconds. She had nothing to talk about, so Stephen and his family's constant chattering was alien. She did not understand it.

After half-an-hour, they signed off, and she put her empty cup on the table. "How's that feel?" She asked him. "Is it making your butt tingle?"

"A bit. It's nice. Every time I moved in the seat, it felt lovely. And I feel a little stretched and full. Like I need to do an enormous shit, but in a good way. And I don't."

"I know, you're clean." She stood up and gestured towards the door. "Or at least your butt is. Your mind is filthy!" He chuckled as she took him to his bedroom. Victoria she slipped his pillow half-way down the bed and made him place a beach towel over his duvet. He laid face up on his bed, with his hips rested on the pillow.

"Put this on," she demanded and threw him the blindfold. He said nothing as he complied, and Victoria unbuttoned her leather trousers and removed her blouse. She slipped a black leather strap-on harness over her bare legs and then selected the middle-sized black dildo from her bag. It was a favourite of the politician who visited and she pushed it through the 'O' Ring on the harness, before slipping a condom over the toy and drizzling lubricant over it.

Stephen felt the mattress move as Victoria knelt on it. She put her hands underneath his thighs and pushed them apart, spaying his legs. Her fingers gripped the greasy butt plug, and she tugged it gently. He gasped it slipped from his butt and she placed it on his bedside table.

He groaned as her dildo - wider and longer than the butt-plug - replaced it. Smooth pressure as the ridged toy glided into his welcoming butt with a gasp of pleasure.

"Holy fuck," he cried, as he took several short pants as the toy half-filled his butt. "Don't stop," he begged. "That's nice."

"Do you want to be fucked?" Victoria asked.

He mewed and nodded. Victoria's hands run across his thighs as her hips applied more and more pressure on the dildo to fill his backside with the toy. The largest, longest, widest item that has every been in his butt. Precum oozed from his prick.

Victoria rocked gently when she had fully inserted the rubber phallus, and he groaned in delight. Then slowly she slid in and out, pushing the dildo deeper each time. "Faster?"

"Yeah."

"Say it. Tell me how much you want me to plunder your butt!"

"Ahh please," he cried. "Please take me." She smiled at her phone, recording the interaction from her gym bag, and pounded his backside. His bed creaked as her body smashed into his.

"Take your blindfold off," she demanded, and she saw the lust in his eyes as her dildo hammered into his arse. His leaking cock bounced on his stomach with each furious thrust into him. "Jerk yourself off, if you want," she told him and his right hand touched his cock without hesitation, rubbing it furiously as he panted and she slammed her cock against his prostate. "You like me fucking you in the arse. You're just my little bitch, aren't you?"

"Oh yes," he screamed. "I'm, I'm..." The first rope of cum landed on his face, the second across his chest. He cried as his body spasmed when bolts of sexual ecstasy fired from his loins and jets of his seed splattered across his body. "I'm your bitch," he muttered as he enjoyed the aftershocks from his orgasm.

Victoria laughed. "You certainly are. And don't you forget it."

"That was, the very best orgasm, I have ever, had in my, life ever." He struggled to talk through his snatched breaths. Victoria removed the dildo from his arse and unfurled the condoms from the used sex toys.

"I'll disinfect these when I get home," she told him, and put them in plastic bags that went in her gym bag. "Go get cleaned up, you're a mess."

"Don't you want to get off?" He asked. "What do you get out of it?"

She smiled. "Tonight, you got to cum, I gained a bitch. Get yourself cleaned up. You're a mess." He left the room, and she put a padded envelope from her gym bag in his top drawer.

When he returned from the bathroom, she had dressed. He beamed at her, and she gave a half-hearted smile. "Thanks. That was wonderful. I love that. I love doing that. I wanna do that again. And again. And..." Victoria put a finger on his lips to silence him, kissed him on the forehead and slung her gym bag over her shoulder to leave his bedroom. "If I quickly get dressed, we go for a pint at the pub, or see a film at the cinema. Or..."

"I don't think so, Stephen," she said coldly.

"But... that was amazing."

"Then don't fucking spoil it," she snapped, and before he could argue, she had slipped out his view.