When Ruth became Bob and Claire's submissive -- Part 1
Ruth -- "Jim has received so many nice comments about my bit in his life and I have been asked to add the part when I decided to take the leap of faith, and became Bob and Claire's submissive. I am really enjoying writing this and Jim is helping me describe actual feelings and sensations on paper, so forgive me if I write more parts than I expected to."
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Before I left that Sunday, Aunt Claire whispered in my ear to call her sometime on Tuesday.
Well, all that night and the next day, she had me thinking and day dreaming about her, and worryingly all through lessons. I couldn't help it. I wondered, but already guessed what she wanted to talk to me about, but I had to call her.
Tuesday, Jim was coming around to take me to the cinema that afternoon after classes so during the lunch break, I had time to call her. There were a few communal phones outside, and luckily, I found one not being used.
Quickly answering, Aunt Claire was immediately apologetic. She wanted to make sure that I was ok and not upset, hoping that I understood how much she valued our friendship. She went on to quietly say that I had turned her on that afternoon so she wasn't thinking straight. She had feelings for me and she had to see me again.
I was delighted and somewhat overjoyed that she was so candid about her feelings for me. I too had feelings for her, and I caught myself smiling in the reflection of the glass of the cubicle as she spoke. When she said that she wanted to see me again, she mentioned that Bob was away for a few days doing something with the ships in Hamburg. He wasn't going to be back till Sunday, so it would just be me and her. She asked if I could come around to her house on Saturday.
I have to confess, hearing that Bob was away, gave me so many wild thoughts. I really wanted to see Aunt Claire again. Not only because of our friendship, but also what happened last Sunday. I was smitten by her, possibly even a girl crush, and I wanted to sit down and talk properly with her, to clear the air about the incident that might have happened, and, well, I really wanted to be with her again. Before hanging up, I said that I would definitely visit, Saturday afternoon if that was ok with her. Funnily, she said that was perfect, but could I call again on Friday just to make sure. I agreed.
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After the cinema date, Jim and I ended up at his place and we had sex. After he fucked me silly and made sure that I had multiple orgasms, we cuddled each other and got chatting about going on holiday somewhere. We talked about going somewhere hot and fun, perhaps Greece or Ibiza, and then Jim asked what if we went with our friends as well. I looked at him but my thoughts went straight to my previous and hilarious antics with my girl-friends, and then, for some reason, Aunt Claire's naked body flashed into my mind.
Staring at him as he excitedly listed all the different bars and beaches he had heard about, I didn't think Jim and I were that deep into our relationship that I should tell him every detail of my other sexual adventures just yet. Those experimenting exploits with my friends and especially what had just happened a couple of days ago with my Aunt. I didn't think it was right doing it now. Well, not yet anyway, particularly because I thought that some of my other adventures might have sounded a bit weird to him.
The fact was, I was really enjoying being with Jim and was feeling like I didn't want to keep any secrets from him, but it just didn't seem the right time to tell him. He was just the sort of young man that my mum had warned me about, so obviously, I was falling for him.
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Wednesday and Thursday were just normal days, classes, study periods and of course, meeting in the pub with our friends in the evenings. On Friday however, when I called Aunt Claire at lunch time, she sounded a little bit needy and practically begged me to visit her earlier than we had agreed.
The tone of her voice had me concerned, so I asked if she was alright. She quickly said something that put my mind at rest and she reassured me that it wasn't anything dramatic, but she would like to talk to me about it face to face.
As I listened, I wondered what it could be, but she quickly changed the subject and put on her Mistress sounding sexy voice. That made me feel a little weak kneed and my thoughts again went back to last Sunday. At the end of the call, I was feeling a little less concerned and a bit turned on.
That evening in the pub, I told Jim my plan to visit my Aunt this weekend. He was marvellous and said of course I should go. He said it was something I had to do, so, his reward at the end of the night was to receive a long, slow blowjob, and let him watch me leisurely swallow all his thick semen.
In fact, that night, I was so turned on, that I would have done anything dirty or depraved for my poor boy, especially anything that got him over excited. I even acted like a dirty slut for him, by begging for his cum and squeezing his penis while looking at him in the eyes, licking up the last blobs of oozing semen.
I know that he loves to watch me do that, especially as I play with myself and orgasm while I show him his cum on my tongue.
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Jim left early that night with a massive smile on his face, and I have to add, with wobbly legs. That gave me the rest of the evening to go bed early and to think about what important information Aunt Claire had to tell me, and to have a sexy dream.
I was in bed, radio one playing in the background, I gently touched myself. I was wondering in particular if tomorrow, Aunt Claire would want to play again. I really hoped so. I was thinking about how soft and gentle her skin felt in my hands, her gorgeous heavy breasts and those lovely nipples that turned hard when I kissed them. Then I imagined stroking my fingers between her breasts, down her stomach to her sexy shaved pussy. I caught myself pursing my lips as I dreamt I was kissing her belly button and down to her pussy.
There was definitely something about being up close to another woman's tummy and hips and then her vagina that I thought quite a turn on. I wanted to rest my face on her thigh and look over and stare at her pussy mound. Seeing where her crease started and goes between her legs, taking in the smell of her perfume and whatever cream or bubble bath she used, mmmmmmmmm.
I slid down and kissed her pussy in my dream. I had intimate knowledge of what she looked like down there, so it was such a vivid and real dream. I imagined kissing down her legs to her ankles. Now I was going somewhere that I didn't know I wanted to. I looked at her red painted toenails, then kissed each toe, slowly one by one. Oh God, I am not really a foot person, but by now I was rubbing myself quite feverishly, enough to have yet another orgasm.
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Saturday finally arrived. I left my room at about 9 o'clock, my thoughts now more concerned about why Aunt Claire wanted to speak to me with such urgency. I dressed in a blouse and jeans, something that was comfortable and loose to sit around in, perfect for my visit today.
I had already asked Beth, one of my friends, to drop me off at Aunt Claire's house, but it was obvious that she had forgotten. After much banging on her door and shouting for her to get up, the door opened. I was presented with this tall messy and dishevelled looking young woman, dressed in pink t-shirt and knickers, looking tired and sleepy, asking me if I knew what time it was.
I had to smile as she turned, invited me in and fell face first back onto her bed. I didn't have time for this, so I dragged her half way off the bed by her ankles, picked her up and walked her to her bathroom. She slowed down any movement by me to get her to her bathroom. She played up by becoming limp in my arms but she did walk on her own so it was all an act. In the bathroom, with sleepy looking eyes, she just stood on her own in front of the bath like a zombie, head bowed down.
