This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy.
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NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red
The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing.
"I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said.
"Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed.
"What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body.
"Have I been a bad servant?" Lynn asked, genuine worry in her voice.
"No, quite the opposite. You have brought more pleasure to this house than this house has seen in decades. But, alas, it's better to finish while you're ahead," Mr Williamson said with some melancholy in his voice.
Then he went on, "However, I won't leave you hanging. I have a lucrative proposal."
"What is it, sir?" Lynn wondered.
"I'll explain it to you later. Right now, I have the urge to savor you one last time," Mr Williamson said and slowly bowed his head towards her crotch.
Later that night, in her room, Lynn pondered Mr Williamson's proposal. He had an acquaintance who was apparently searching for someone like her to become his, well, as Mr Williamson had put it: "for the lack of better words, his slave and slut". But, would Lynn be up for it? She had been originally a maid for her first master, Mr Alucar, but their relationship had gradually developed to a sexual one. A couple of years after that, she had been employed as a maid by the Williamsons. Eventually, the son of the family, Tom, had blackmailed her into becoming a slut for him and his friends. She was humiliated and obliged to exhibit and offer her body. It could be too much for anyone. Yet, Lynn couldn't deny her feelings: a part of her that was growing louder by the day wanted to be controlled.
One source of Lynn's mixed feelings was Mr Williamson. As a punishment of one of Tom's games, Lynn had been tied up naked in the bedroom of the older master. When he had found their big-titted maid there, naked and kept on the edge by a slowly buzzing vibrator, Lynn had truly discovered that also the older master desired her. Mr Williamson had practically confiscated her from his son and had used her in intimate bondage games as often as he got the chance - that is - as often as his wife was not at home. Unlike his son, Mr Williamson, with his gray hair and mustache, with his slender fingers and endless patience, was a true gentleman compared to his son. He had always made sure he didn't hurt her and that she also could get pleasure from their games. Lynn had always been left with a post-orgasmic bliss after their sessions.
But now, Lynn had to make some decisions. Firstly, the proposal truly was lucrative, almost a year's worth of salary in a month! Secondly, she had her family to consider. Her younger brother had recently fallen ill and she could use the money to support her family. Thirdly, Mr Williamson had said she could meet his acquaintance before making her decision. Lynn's mind was set. She had nothing to lose: she could meet this person and then make her decision.
Lynn was nervous. She was sitting alone in a lodge of a posh restaurant where she had been led by a pompous waiter. As per client's wishes, she was wearing a stylish yet sexy little black dress, matching black heels and light make-up. She was fidgeting with her glass of mineral water nervously. All she knew of her prospective employer was that he was called "Mr Red", and she doubted that was even his real name.
When Mr Red appeared, Lynn discovered there was nothing red about him. At first, he looked like any other businessman in his sleek gray suit, clean-shaven, his dark blonde hair neatly parted on the side. He was roughly ten years her senior, most likely in his early thirties. Yet, it didn't take long before Lynn noticed that he was the kind of man she could have imagined as her boyfriend. He had the most captivating light-blue eyes and as soon he opened his mouth, she was nearly hypnotized by his calm, confident voice.
"You must be Lynn. I didn't know much about you beforehand, but now I'm glad I came to meet you today. You can call me 'Mr Red' or 'sir'," Mr Red said gently just as the waiter brought them some cocktails.
Lynn, a bit flustered, replied, "Yes, s-sir."
"I'm sorry if I'm a bit overwhelming, but I'm on a tight schedule and I'd like to start by telling you a bit about the contract itself. Is that alright with you?" Mr. Red asked with a business-like tone.
"Yes, of course, sir," Lynn replied hastily.
"Well, as you can probably guess, I'm a busy man running a business and sometimes I just need to unwind and forget it all. I also have some - preferences, and that's why I'm looking for a submissive woman suitable for my tastes as an employee. I assume you might have an idea what being a submissive might entail?" Mr Red asked, locking his eyes with hers.
"Yes, sir," Lynn replied, bowing her head and averting her eyes from his as she was suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.
Mr Red went on in his business-like tone, "What I'm offering is a year-long contract with a salary level that Mr Williamson has already informed you about. After one year there is a possibility of a renewal if both parties agree. The employee will get her own apartment in the capital and she will have some added benefits such as her own personal assistant. How does that sound?"
"It sounds good, sir," Lynn replied even though she wondered what he meant by a "personal assistant".
"From my point of view, what I require are availability and absolute obedience. If I please, I choose what the employee wears, what she eats and how she acts. The job also requires some personal sacrifices as I don't approve of any other close social relationships, except that you can keep in touch with your family. The ridiculously high salary should cover for that, though," Mr Red said the last sentence as much to himself as to Lynn.
Lynn could suddenly well imagine what kind of hard-boiled businessman the man sitting opposite of her truly was. During his monologue she had also paid attention to some other characteristics of his such as his strong hands and good posture that hinted that despite his demanding line of work he kept himself fit.
"Would you be willing to accept these conditions?" Mr Red asked, crossing his fingers and fixing his gaze in her eyes.
"Yes, sir," Lynn replied, this time keeping her eyes on his.
"I'm pleased to hear that. Now, I'd like to ask you some questions and I apologize in advance that they are quite - personal," Mr Red went on.
"Firstly, could you please stand up, move next to the table and slowly spin around a couple of times?"
"Uhm, yes, sir," Lynn replied.
Slowly, she did as she was told, spinning around a few times. Suddenly, she was uncomfortably conscious of how short her black dress actually was and how tightly it hugged her figure.
"I have to say I like what I see even much more than I expected. Sorry to be so straightforward, but I assume your breasts are natural ones? And you are not wearing any push-up bras or similar?
"No, sir, they've always been - like this," Lynn replied, blushing slightly.
Mr Red mumbled something that sounded like an approval and went on, "You can sit down. Now where were we... Oh yes, as I mentioned, I have some preferences and I'm sure you can imagine what some of them are. However, I'd like to ask you a specific question: are you willing to do role-play?"
"Sir, I'm sorry. I'm not sure what that means," Lynn replied, a bit confused.
"Practically it means adult play. You act like someone else, a character, maybe even wear a costume and naturally, there's some sex involved," replied Mr Red.
"Oh, I have never really done anything like that, but I think it's alright with me," Lynn replied, her heart beating fast for some reason.
"I'm actually happy to hear that. It could be better if you don't have previous experience on that," Mr Red said and for the first time, he smiled.
"Then, one last question, and I wish for an honest answer: do you enjoy being a slut?" Mr Red asked bluntly, that previous smile completely gone from his face.
Without any hesitation Lynn replied, "Yes, sir, I enjoy serving and offering myself."
Mr Red chuckled a bit in low voice and said, "Good answer. I think this contract could work out. If you agree, we can shake on it and you can start in a fortnight."
Without a word, Lynn shook her future master's hand.
-two weeks later-
Lynn was standing at the main railway station, looking around in awe. She had never been to the capital of Brutopidia, a large gray city dotted with a few green parks and a channel that cut across the city. She was supposed to be picked up by Mr Red's assistant, but no-one had approached her so far.
Lynn sat on a nearby bench. She was glad that she had been able to visit her family for almost two weeks, but while she had enjoyed her time there, she had also felt distracted. All she could think about was the smart-dressed man with light-blue eyes. Could a person fall for someone after only meeting them once? Lynn wasn't sure.
Lynn's thoughts were distracted by a soft, mellow voice that addressed her, "Miss? Are you Lynn by any
chance?"
