A Guy Called Ben - Part 4.
Maxine needs something from Ben.
At this point the series story arc takes an unexpected left turn. Don't ask me why, it just did.
Dear reader. What you are about to read has come from my furtive and over imaginative, dirty mind. Yes, it is all my own work. I come up with a basic idea and the story just seems to flow from there. Please note that all characters in my stories are of a legal age and participate willingly. This is the fourth chapter in this series. Enjoy!
Copyright is asserted by the author. ©SBarak1
Note: This story contains Australian slang and vernacular. If you can't work it out drop a comment below and I will translate.
This is not a stand-alone story. Make sure you read the earlier chapters so this story makes sense.
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It was Tuesday evening about 8:30pm. I had had a pretty solid day at work and was feeling tired as I was packing the dishwasher after a light meal. I was thinking about my day tomorrow and then the doorbell went.
As I walked to the door, I wondered who it could be. Maybe one of the neighbors needing a hand.
I opened the door to see Maxine, the curvy brunette, from Sunday standing there. I was puzzled to say the least.
"Maxine, what a surprise, please come in," I said.
"Thanks Ben, I didn't know if you would be at home. Hope you don't mind.....I just had to see you," she explained looking fidgety and nervous.
"It's OK Maxine, come through, let me get you a drink," I said guiding her through to the kitchen living area.
As I followed her through my mind was racing. I wondered what could be wrong.
"How about a glass of white wine?"
"Sure, white is good," she replied looking around.
I poured two glasses of my favourite New Zealand, Sauvignon Blanc and then guided Maxine to the couch in the TV room. We sat down turning to face each other.
"So," I prompted.
"Oh Ben, I'm so glad I am with you again," she said as she reached for my hand. "Since last Sunday afternoon my mind has been in turmoil. You have stirred something deep within me, feelings which I never knew I had. I didn't know what to do, who to talk to."
Whoa, I thought. Better strap myself in.
"OK, just start at the beginning."
"My marriage basically fell apart a year ago. I finally got up the courage to kick the stupid bastard out 3 months ago. If it wasn't for the support of Mary, Anthea and particularly Buffy I'm sure I would have lost it. I have been rudderless, just drifting along. And then you stepped into my life 2 days ago. Sure I had noticed you at the gym over the years, but I hadn't met you."
"Keep going," I prompted.
"We were all naked around the pool and doing those amazing things that I would never have dreamt of, you were so masterful. The way you just took Buffy in your arms and dominated her both physically and sexually. Yet you were so tender caring to make sure you didn't hurt her. I looked at you and her and something clicked. That's what I wanted, no, needed, I needed someone to take me in every way."
"OK," I said taking another sip of my wine. "However I suspect there's more," I said studying Max's face.
"Your right," she paused. "Ben will you please hold me," she asked.
"Of course," I said, sliding closer to her on the couch.
She rested her head on my chest as I placed my arm around her.
"How's that"?
"Thank you, so much better."
"Ben, please call me Max. Much better than Maxine."
"Sure Max. So tell me is there something else you want to say. Maybe it's got something to do with some particular language you used on Sunday?"
"Ah that, I'm afraid that was a bit of a slip on my behalf. You had me so totally enthralled, your strong personality, the way you handled yourself in every way. Even that bossy Mary was no match for you and how you put her in her place. She wasn't even really aware you had taken control. You don't know how much that just turned me on."
I took a punt and asked. "So how long have you had these submissive tendencies"?
"Pretty obvious wasn't it. The girls have been questioning me about since Sunday. I shouldn't have let my guard down."
"Don't worry about them. Let's talk about your submissive side. I'd like to hear more."
"Uh, OK. Well Kevin, that's my fuckwit of an ex-husband, and I tried to dabble in a bit of BDSM several years ago. I thought it would spice up our marriage. We tried a few things at home and even went and visited a dungeon on an open night. I was starting to work out the roll of a Sub and how the relationship with my Dom would work. You know, the more I explored the more I realised it is a very close and caring relationship. Sure there is pain and punishment. But there is also reward. I realised that a good Dom really protects his Sub. I kind of liked the pain and punishment provided it was balanced with reward. The problem was stupid Kevin couldn't see beyond the end of his dick. He got his jollies off inflicting pain on me by performing basic acts of punishment. The rewards was cursory. He never knew how to really pleasure a woman and certainly didn't want to find out from me. So it was all one way. He soon tired of it and we dropped the whole thing much to my disappointment. I've never forgotten the lessons I learned through trying to explore BDSM and also researching it. So on Sunday you hit a very deep cord in me and without thinking I willingly and without thinking about it slipped into my submissive persona. It felt so natural with you and I innately knew you would protect me."
"What a shame you were never able to pursue a BDSM lifestyle. You are right in your assessment. A Dom's primary role is to protect his Sub particularly when in group environments like a dungeon."
"So you know the lifestyle?"
"Yup, I have had two girlfriends years ago who were right into it. Both subs. They taught me a lot. I'm no expert but I know how to handle myself in what you might call more challenging environments."
"Wow, so you know what it's like to be a real Dom. That's all I needed to know."
Before I could say or do anything Maxine and hopped off the couch and had very quickly removed all her clothing. I didn't know what to say. She assumed the inspection position, slightly bent forward at the waist, feet about a metre apart. Hands clasped behind her head and looking straight ahead. I immediately recognized the stance.
"Ready for your inspection Master."
"Max," I said, shocked. What are you doing? You shouldn't be doing this."
Max didn't move. I couldn't help but look at her naked body. She had a fantastic slightly curvy figure. Great DDD cup boobs, nicely rounded bum, slender well defined legs and a bit of tummy.
"Max, please put your clothes back on," I said standing up.
Max still didn't budge. I walked to face her. A thousand thoughts were racing through my mind. What did she really want? Was it a joke? Had one of her friends put her up to it? What happened to her in the past? Gee she has knock out boobs - sorry couldn't help myself.
"Max...."
It was clear she wasn't going to move. This position meant she was expecting to be inspected by her Master. We faced off for a few moments. What came next I did not expect.
"Please Master will you take this unworthy slave as your own to use as you see fit. I give myself to you completely and in every way. I need to be your submissive partner," Maxine said.
I knew she was serious. The words for 'the request' were very similar to what I had heard before. The sincerity in her voice said it all.
What to do? Talk her out of it I had to make a decision and the right one for her.
"Max, can we talk about this?"
No response. She continued staring straight ahead.
I then dawned on me she was committed. I also knew that as her Master I would have control over her. I could make it temporary perhaps. Help her sort things out. Get her on the right path whatever that might be. I also knew my response had to be very careful. It would have taken her a lot emotionally to get to this point. I did admire her, in a way. I worked the situation through considering the alternatives and the outcomes. I kept coming back to the same conclusion and that's why I accepted request.
I tried to remember the words as I paced around her.
"Maxine, I accept you as my unworthy slave. Knowing that you will be bound to me and no-one else. I know that you give yourself to me completely and without question and you will always seek to show me your worth and work to improve. I am your Dominant partner from this moment forward."
I knew there was a next step so I sorted of winged it. I moved behind her. She lowered her arms to her sides. I stripped off my clothing and reached around her. I wrapped my arms around her and explored her body. Across her beautiful breasts, down her flanks, across her shapely arse and over her pussy. It was clear she was aroused, and so was I, as she knew that we had to consummate the relationship with a sexual act.
I whispered in her ear. "You are now mine to do with what I please. Work hard to always gain my approval. I will protect you always."
I felt a shudder go through her body. I could tell this meant everything to her and I wanted it to be right. I had to be firm and assert myself immediately.
"Turn around and suck my cock, now," I commanded.
"Yes Master."
Max immediately turned, squatted and went to work on my huge ramrod. Although she couldn't take me in her mouth she did about everything else. Sucking the head, licking my shaft, running her tongue around the bottom edge of my engorged head, tickling and sucking my balls. I was hard in no time.
"You have done well with your first task as my slave. Remember with practice you will improve," I said.
This elicited a slight smile from Max. She knew the words. She knew that she always must strive to improve in all tasks set by her Master.
"We must now consummate our new relationship with a sexual act. So I am going to lay on my back and you are going to straddle me and position your pussy over my cock and pause in that position waiting for my instructions."
"Yes master."
I lay down and Max positioned herself holding my cock with her pussy lips starting to envelope the head of my massive member. I rested my hands firmly on her hips and looked into her eyes. I was waiting to see if she would say something. She knew she wasn't allowed unless invited. She also knew she was in an impossible situation poised above my cock. There was no way she could take my massive prick. But she also knew this was about trust and I wouldn't hurt her.
"Sadly I cannot enter you slave. The fault is not yours it is mine. So symbolically I fuck you with my massive prick and consummate our relationship as Dom and Sub."
I could feel her pussy leaking down my shaft. She needed relief. I knew what to do.
