How I Ended Up Owning Sluts
Part one
How I Got Started
Let's start with telling you about me. My name is Robert, but everyone calls me Rusty. I am in my late fifties, 6 feet tall and a little heavy at 195 pounds. I am Not the most attractive man around, but my deep blue eyes hold a woman's attention long enough for my confidence takes control. I've flirted with every woman I have met since I was 12, and it didn't matter what age of how they looked. I have a quick mind and an expansive sense of humor, which makes me make a joke about everything. I have always been in charge of situations in my life, even work. I wouldn't start in charge but would always end up that way, which made me even more confident. That kind of reassuring life leads most to just be cocky, but in a man who is totally, secure in himself, it leads to being Dominant.
About ten years ago I was dating a single mother of four, two girls and two boys. She had started family life with her ex-husband and had Casey-9, Kimi-7, Brian-5, and Eddie-4. Her name is Cindy and was 34 at that time. She stands 5-feet and 8-inches tall, weighs 132 pounds, 32-C perky breasts, a beautiful torso, and mother's hips (not too big) and an ass and legs combination that could drive and man wild. She has brown eyes and long brown hair that covers her breast to the nipple.
She always turns heads and I like that kind of thing. When we met, she dressed Very conservatively, wearing blouses buttoned up to the neck and skirts well below the knee. I am not a task master or one for ordering people around, but after our third date I did make it known although she seemed like a great person, that I was very tactile and sight oriented and her style of dress would have to change to be with me. It took a while for her to get used to dressing sexy and having my hand on her thigh in public, but she came around just fine. Now she dresses to please me, even to the point of 1/4 cup bras that don't even cover the nipple, panties that are strictly for fashion and not for function, and some time a low cut very short dress with nothing on beneath. I am always touching her and flirting, even if others are around, and she's learned to take this as the compliment that it is.
The big change happened about a year into our dating. She lost her job due to downsizing and she could no longer afford the house she was renting. Her support from her first husband was minimal and she couldn't afford to pay for her and four children. I own a five-bedroom house and I offered to give them a place to live, but there would be a few changes that needed to be made. I am an incredibly sensual and sexual person, and if she was going to live with me, she would have to be the same.
The rest of our life together consists of Cindy NEVER touching a door handle in my presence (her hand gets lightly slapped away if she tries), She is treated like a Special lady (because she is), and others are required to give her that type of respect as well. That doesn't mean she can't be normal and joke and play around (I'm not that strict in my life) but it is what she appears to be to the outside world, and she loves it. As for when alone with me she knows I enjoy her acting the slut for me. No more of the floor length nightgowns with a house coat, they were replaced by short nighties with a plunging neckline. And regular house wear went from loose mom jeans and buttoned tops to T's and panties. Her flat shoes are relegated to the back of her closet and are replaced by heels (mostly 3inch but a couple bigger), sneakers and sandals with a slight heel. She worried at first about her children seeing her that way, but I reassured her that hiding sexuality from them wasn't doing them any favors in the world we live in.
I also introduced an open-door policy to the children as soon as they moved in. She would be in my bedroom with me, and the door would never be shut, and they were welcome to come in any time they needed their mom without hesitation. Cindy thought that was a great idea on my part until she realized we would have sex with the door open also. Again, I told her I would not shelter those children the way she had, and that once the weirdness wore off everyone wouldn't even give it a second thought. I was right, although it took some doing, as Cindy didn't want to have sex until she was sure the kids were dead asleep, but I changed that one afternoon.
I was home early from work at noontime that day. It was summer and all the kids were there with Cindy when I got home. She was dressed in a T and panties, and the kids were all in comfortable clothes making no fuss about the way she was dressed. They had gotten used to it like I thought they would, and it didn't even register with them that she was half naked. The two girls were in the living room on their phones and tablets, and the boys were out in the back yard playing like they were Pro football players, trying to see who is the toughest.
Cindy was in the kitchen making them lunch as I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck.
"Any problems with you walking around half naked around the house"?
"Oddly enough, not a one. They seem to take it as my normal way at home anymore."
"See that, just three short months and your big worry turns into a nothing."
"I have to admit it, you were right."
"Time to introduce a different angle now."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just put both of your hands on the counter and Don't move."
I reached under her T-Shirt and pulled her panties down to her heels, then lifted each leg and removed them. She froze in fright and couldn't move a muscle.
"The kids are going to see my private parts"?
"Come on, I've seen you walk so steady through a casino you could have been wearing two handkerchiefs and no one would have seen a thing you didn't want them to see."
"But what if I bend over?"
"You don't, you stoop like you do when you're dressed."
"But if one of them sees"?
"If you don't act like its wrong or dirty, neither will they. Trust me on this."
"Can I at least go and get a longer shirt?"
"No, the one you have on is more than long enough. Now get their lunch done and make some for you and I as well."
I watched Cindy as she continued but she kept grabbing her shirt at the crotch trying to pull it down. I walked up behind her and grabbed her hand to pull it away.
"If they see you pulling your shirt down, now that their used to you walking around carefree, you're going to attract their eyes and attention to your crotch. Just stop it and let it be."
She did as I told her, and everything went off without a hitch except I saw the oldest girl give her a look or two. We all ate lunch and the girls returned to the living room and the boys went out back to see who could hurt the other first, as boys do. I thought everything was fine, and for the most part it was. That is until about an hour later I saw Casey and Cindy going upstairs so, I followed to make sure there wasn't a problem. They went into our room, but only closed the door halfway, so, I stood outside and listened.
"Mom, I think you've been looking hotter than ever before since we moved in here, and the other kids just took it at just a change in your clothes. But I know different, and I know why you're doing it."
"And why is that honey?"
"Rocky is making you dress like that. You would never do it on your own."
"Honey, Rocky doesn't MAKE me do anything. He tells me what he likes, and what he wants, and I do it to please him because I love him."
"But he's always grabbing you butt or cupping you're boobs when he hugs or kisses you?"
"That's because he finds me sexy and wants to touch me. You do know that older people still have sex and stuff? Don't you?"
"Well yeah, but I just thought that your clothes just weren't you."
