My 18th birthday. Dad says, "wanna come look at my latest purchases?"
My expression must not have shown much enthusiasm. Come on he said, I'm taking you for a birthday drink after. Ok I said and off we went. It was a pair of semi-detatched cottages in the village. They look pretty rough Dad I said. Yes but, he said, you buy the worst house in the best street, and I've bought both of them! We went inside both. He said after we had had a good look round, "which do you like best"? Not much to choose I relplied but I guess this hasn't been messed about too much and it has most of it's Victorian features. Good point he said, and then, handing me the keys, well here you are, Happy Birthday son.
In the pub he began to elaborate.
It's gonna be an added income for you if you want to make an investment. The house is yours as is. But, you've seen it needs a lot of work and some expense. This is my offer. You will have to put in some time and effort to learn the business while still doing your apprenticeship. Any time I put in is free but, materials and my guys pay has to come from you. They will be on site doing the second house for me so some work will be discounted for you. If you want to sell when it's done and reinvest the profit with me and the business I would be more than happy. Well?
I hugged Dad while standing at the bar and kissed him on the cheek. Steady on he said.
Work progressed. As an apprentice I was on a percentage of a Jouneymans rate, so it was a struggle moneywise but with Dads longstanding contacts and discounts it was possible to get both houses done in 5 months. They were both sold as soon as they went on the market and I was made up when mine sold for the most. We made, what to me was a fortune.
I bought myself a secondhand car and invested the rest with Dad, signing a contract that for a then 18 year old would make me well off!
I met up with a former classmate, Ester. We had a few dates, a few more and more still. She began talking of an engagement. Dad said "be careful, and keep it wrapped" I laughed. I'm not joking son, she's smelt your money!
How did he see through her? How right he was!
Mum and Dad had a weekend away at the coast, Ester came round, a few drinks, a movie and we were in bed. I went to put a 'johnnie' on and she said "you don't need that, I am on the pill" better save than sorry I said we don't want any accidents! It was not such a memorable fuck and I pulled out then dropped the used 'johnnie' in the basket.
I got up to use the loo but went to get some water first. As I walked back past my bedroom door what I saw stopped me in my tracks. She hadn't heard me on the carpeted landing. She had retrived the used condom from the basket, had turned it inside out and was rubbing it in her cunt!
I burst the door open and she jumped up, I'm sorry I.I.I. You what? I bet you arn't even on the pill are you? She looked ashamed. I was but.....
I grabbed her wrist, dragged her to the bathroom and shut her in the shower scrub your cunt or I'll do it!
Five minutes later. Get dressed while I phone you a cab.
She was openly sobbing, what a bitch, now fuck off, don't call me again.
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After a rather broken nights sleep I got up and checked my phone. True to her word there was her address. I did'nt know the actual road so I googled it. Hmmm nice area.
After 20 minutes in the bathroom I dressed, had toast and coffee then popped down the shops. I bought wine whisky and flowers....And a nice Cuban cigar.
A second text, I'm doing dinner tonight so come hungry. 5pm ok? Oh! Don't forget an overnight bag darling xxx
5pm is fine, can't wait to see you again xxx
I did a few jobs around the house to kill time, some laundry and cleaning, soon it was time to freshen up and get changed. I headed out, giving myself 20 minutes to get there, spot on!
I rang the door bell, seeing a shape through the figured glass. The door swung open. My knees nearly gave from under me. She, her long blonde hair and makeup absolutely perfect and wearing a very short black cocktail dress, nylons and killer patent stilettoes. She swung her arm to invite me in then put her arms around my neck to kiss me. The cutest bit was the image in the hall mirror, her left leg lifted as she kissed me. Delightful.
We made our way to the lounge. She took the drinks I had bought and the flowers, I'm sure there was nearly a tear in her eye, a moment later she was back with an opened bottle of Red and two glasses. As it's so nice shall we sit on the terrace? She asked. That would be lovely, I slipped my jacket off and we went outside. It was a lovely secluded garden, low maintainance but nice all the same. We chatted on for half an hour or so when she asked me how it came about I liked the thought of becoming a Dom, in particular HER Dom. A little taken aback, I thought for a moment.
For a good few years I had done commisions based on my fabrication and welding ability. I basically took a design what someone wanted, fine tuned it and built it. One couple asked me to build a 'play' frame. He gave me images and websites to visit. I was a little shocked at first. But the more I saw the more I liked. So I took my semi-finished design drawings for them to see, they loved it with just one or two ammendments gave me the go ahead. I spent a month off and on working on it. It was delivered, and installed in their basement. They invited me back the following weekend to view it in action.
SHOCK AND AWE!
He was conservatively dressed, she was naked. He whiped, paddled and caned her all over, she was physically dripping, and I don't mean sweat.
Back at home I checked out those sites I'd visited. I actually came hard from wanking since developing ED.
I thought this could be fun. And you ticked every box for me.
Lara stood, walked round the table and sat on my lap. Unzip my dress please Master. By the way, I could'nt consentrate on cooking, I've ordered a take away, it should be here soon, Chinese ok?
The door bell rang and she got up, I followed her back inside, her dress open at the back, she was wearing a bra.
She returned with the take away layed it on the table and let the dress fall to her feet.You like Master?
Yes slut, I very much like.She was wearing a sleek black balcomy bra and matching thonge
After dinner, leaving the table as it was we went back outside and she asked if I'd like a Whisky, I said yes but just the tiniest splash of water.
I sat outside and lit my cigar, I turned as I heard her approch, she had removed her bra and panties, she had the smoothest hairless cunt I'd ever seen. Still wearing her high heels and thigh high hold up stockings she looked adorable. Putting the glasses down I said Lara please walk around until I say otherwise. She did as I asked without question. The site and sound was breathtaking, I could feel pre-cum in my pants. She continued walking then put on the patio lights, she would stop, pose, blow me a kiss, feel her breasts, rub her cunt. What a fucking tease!
Eventually I told her to come and sit down, she went to cross her legs and I stopped her NO! Sit with your legs open and play for me. While you are feeling horny, before we go too far I want some idea of what you imagine are your limits. Before she added anything I continued, I liked that you offered to address me as Master, but I would not require you do so in public. Our play is private, do you agree? Also you need a safe word.
I agree our play is private, thank you for that understanding Lara said, especially regarding my business environment. Limits I'm unsure about at the moment. You already know what I'm into, how much pain I guess will become apparent in time. She smiled, cigar is my safe word.
I could see lust in her eyes, staring at me as I sipped my Whisky and drew on my cigar, she actually gave an audible moan.
I pulled out her probing fingers and sucked them clean, she sighed.
Still holding her hand I pulled her to me so she stood up and then straddled me, looking into my eyes she closed the distance and we kissed full on hard, our lips and tongues pressing tightly.
Please Master, beat me HARD,well work up to it. Please Master.
I invited her to kneel at my right side and then lay across my lap with just her hands resting on the floor for support. Ready I asked. I am Master she answered. I rubbed my hand in circles on each cheek before commencing to slap each cheek progressively harder, accompanying each ahhhh and ouch were the sound of her moaning. Her cheeks became lovely and red. I asked her to stand and walk to the full length mirror in the hall. Again she did without question. I had bought some rope, ankle braclets and a leg spreader I had made. The spreader was two steels tubes, one slid inside the other, there were steel hoops welded to each end and it was adjustable in length via holes and pegs along it's length I had had it chromed and it looked great.
I had her stand facing the mirror, I tied her arms behind her back each hand holding the other arms elbow. Spreading her legs I attached the cuffs, adjusted the spreader as wide as I felt she could cope with. I placed my hand in the middle of her back and gently pushed until her tits were pressing against the mirror, she was close enough to see her breath misting the mirror. I began with a paddle to warm her some more before continueing with a crop. She gasped, harder please Master. Harder was what she got! Then I used the cane. I laid it from a few inches below her waist to the tops of her thighs, the lines this caused looked amazing. She was moaning loudly now.
