"Ok so...do you know what dogging is?"
Chris stares at me with that wide eyed intense look of curiosity that I find so endearing, swallowing, he slowly nods before a hesitant reply, "Erm...yeah...I mean... I've seen some videos about it...you know...on the net."
I'm laid on his bed while he sits naked on the end of it. A fortnight has passed since my first pee session, we haven't done it again so far but Chris has been heavily hinting that he wants me to.
It's sunday night and although my young friend is naked I am not. I am however rather sticky between the legs, Chris's fresh spunk leaking from my bottom.
We've just finished a Mrs Taylor session and I'm dressed as her.
This time we explored not only his fetish for the strict headmistress but another quietly hidden kink, restrained women.
He did get quite excited during a previous naughty phone call when I revealed I liked to be restrained, and asked hesitantly if he could tie me up.
Well, I've been tied up before but not as tightly bound as this.
My hands and ankles were bound together then these in turn were secured to the legs of his desk, so I'm laid on my side, then a gag is applied.
This was an older fantasy of Chris's, one which he'd indulged many times. In this scenario thieves had gotten into Mrs Taylor's office and raided the safe, tying her up and leaving her on the floor for Chris to...find.
Discovering his overbearing headmistress in this most compromising position had presented the young man with a unique opportunity.
After years of being dominated by the strict miss...it was time for some payback.
Time to indulge...
Knowing the script and what was coming I'd previously lubed my back passage with KY jelly, making sure it was nice and slippery.
In his email description Chris had expressed a strong desire to explore that part of me, while I was under his control.
And so, while I struggled against my bindings and protested with muffled cries through the cloth gag, Chris lifted up my skirt, pulled my panties down and began investigating.
Using his little finger initially but then experimenting with a selection of different objects, a pencil, small torch, candle. Each object was inserted a little way then withdrawn and repeated over and over, feeding my young friend's curiosity.
It appeared he was fascinated by watching as a part of each object slowly slipped inside my tight crevice.
Once he'd satisfied his desires with the objects it was time for Mrs Taylor to feel the full humiliation of being sodomised against her will by one of her lowly students.
This act brought out Chris's darker side, his dominant alter ego, although not nearly as much as when I wet myself for him.
And while he fucked my arse deep and slow, savouring each violating stroke, Chris goaded me out loud that I was powerless to stop him.
He managed to have me twice in this manner in quick succession before my fake protests became genuine and I was quickly ungagged and let loose from the bindings, both my feet had gone numb due to the tightness.
And so now, I laid on his bed resting while answering a question Chris had asked. He was enquiring what other fantasies or secret desires I might have.
I'd thought about revealing my big age gap kink but perhaps this wasn't appropriate, especially with how he felt about old Toby.
So, I took another lesser gamble.
Continuing after he'd answered my question, "Well...that's what I'd like to do....be the center of attention at a dogging meet...have all those strangers gather around me...and use me...over and over."
Watching the look on his face quickly change from one of expectant curiosity to surprise and dare I say a touch of disgust.
Lowering his eyebrows in a frown of distaste, Chris asks, "What really?...you'd want to do that?...wouldn't you be scared?"
I can see he finds my idea quite shocking so I tone things down with a disarming grin and a reminder for my young friend that it is just a fantasy and I doubt I'd ever be brave enough.
Then to wind him up I add, "Well...I suppose I could start off slowly and work up to a big group....maybe blow a stranger or two through the open car window...you could drive me there and watch while I do it."
Predictably he takes the bait and goes all serious until I inform him that he's been had.....he's so easy.
I've always known he wouldn't be the sharing type.
But describing myself being used like this does give me an appetite for perseverance, and so I try one last time.
Asking Chris if he has any friends he can trust brings the same distasteful response, he knows instantly what I'm getting at and where the question is going.
Telling me that no he doesn't have any close friends and even if he did he wouldn't want to see them do 'that' to me.
Oh well, it was worth a try.
All this talk of sharing however, suddenly reminds me of something I've been mulling over for a little while.
It's been there at the back of my mind since hearing Rita talk about her lack of any sex life, a couple saturday's ago on one of our girls nights in.
An idea...perhaps?
Changing the subject slightly I remind Chris of the list of fantasies he showed me a while back, he nods with growing interest, "Well...can you remember that first one?...you wanted to have two women to yourself?"
Oh my, the transformation on Chris's face is so comical I can't help but grin.
Informing him quickly that he'd no need to get too excited because I hadn't changed my mind about not being attracted to other ladies, but I may have a proposition.
Chris listens avidly while I explain further, "You see I have this friend...she's called Rita...and she hasn't...well...been intimate with a man for a long time..."
As I'm explaining Chris is staring at me like a greedy dog watches his owner preparing food, and although what I'm saying is serious the look on his face is pushing me towards a giggling fit, it's all I can do to fight it back with a ghost of a grin just making it through.
Continuing, "...I hope you don't mind but I've told her about you and our affair....don't worry she's very secretive and wouldn't tell anyone...well....I had this idea that if your both willing we might be able to spend some time together....some quality time...if you know what..."
Trailing off, It's no good and I have to break out into a chuckle, Chris defensively asking what's so funny?
"Will you stop looking at me like a hungry golden retriever!"
I've stopped chuckling but still grinning, quickly joined by Chris who now realises he's been entranced by my provocative words.