DOMINATED BY MY NEPHEW PT. 4
A note from westjayne495.
Well posting in the Mind Control section seems to work as the number of views and comments are well up there. Thanks to all you regulars and welcome to the new readers.
aka Jayne
Early the next morning I had a car collecting me to take me to the airport for an eight am flight to Warsaw. After the latest massive humiliation when, I'd asked him to fuck me and he'd agreed only to then drive off after I had got ready in my bedroom, I was devastated. I had never asked a man to fuck me before, well I may have my ex a few times but he doesn't count really, and to be rejected so cruelly and thoughtlessly was terribly demeaning especially by a kid of twenty-four! On reflection, though, I worked out that it probably wasn't thoughtless at all. In fact he'd probably carefully thought it out and had decided to humiliate me even more which in his mind would bring me further under his control. And with that thinking he may well have been absolutely correct.
I didn't see Neil before leaving. I had no idea what time he came home, if indeed he had, as I had locked my door and I didn't recall him trying to come in although even though I was angry, bitterly disappointed, hurt and so humiliated I had rather hoped he might.
Whilst I was away I thought of hardly anything other than the bizarre events of that evening. The way he'd forced himself on me, the near rape, my resistance then capitulation, the finger-fuck, asking him to fuck me, him agreeing and as I got ready to receive him into my bed, him driving off to God knows where.
I'd been in Brussels, Luxembourg, Berlin and Warsaw on a quick five-day and four-night trip visiting our agencies and I got home around eight on a Friday evening feeling knackered but expectant. Expectant because during the trip on trains and planes and in hotel rooms alone I had thought about little else than my relationship with Neil, my nephew. I knew that he was bringing something out in me, something that most people would call deviant, maybe even perverted. It was clearly something I hadn't known was in me and it may have lain dormant for years but now Neil had triggered the something and the need in me. Maybe he'd sensed it or perhaps he'd created it I had no idea but, whatever he'd done he had found something about me that was vastly different to my, and most others I guessed, 'normal' sexual behaviour.
I had worked out that I wanted to please him, follow his lead and do as he directed. That in a strange and perverse way, I liked him being nasty to me or, really more I suppose, in a firm and directive way. Why, I had no idea? That, though, was accompanied by a respect and an affection that was akin to a love in some ways but very different in others. My wishes to please him extended to, but were not restricted to sex. I had come to terms with the likelihood that we would have further sexual activity and that would, most likely, extend to us making full and complete love as opposed to what were more like our current sexual skirmishes, albeit highly intense ones. Oddly, though, I realised and again didn't understand why, was that he hadn't gone that far already, after all it's what most guys want as soon as they get a woman alone on a date. He'd mentioned it that first night when I had locked my door and masturbated myself to a strong climax imagining that he was fucking me but, he hadn't tried anything further seeming to get more pleasure from directing and controlling me in other sexual ways than with full sex. That is until the evening before this trip when he had near finger-raped me as he forcibly held me face down on the floor of my family room. He clearly enjoyed and seemed to be used to using force that to me, I would have thought pre Neil, was abhorrent although, like most women I have read, I had fantasised about it occasionally when masturbating.
"Good trip?" he asked as cool as a cucumber when I walked into the kitchen.
"Not bad, a bit tiring but okay thanks," I replied starting up the stairs feeling surprised at how he was acting as if nothing had happened between us a few days ago just before I went away.
"Well it's nice to have you home," he said smiling as he followed me uninvited into the guest bedroom that I used as a dressing room. He'd started doing things like that, taking liberties, being forward and treating my home as if he owned it presumably, I thought, to show me who was the boss in our relationship and who exerted control. I had worked out on the trip that what I had thought was the near rape was simply another example of him doing that.
I dumped my carry-on wardrobe on the bed and he plonked himself down beside it. Although slightly inconvenient as it restricted me unpacking and changing my clothes, I didn't really mind as it was an example of us getting closer together which, I realised I quite liked and wanted in some ways but hated in others. Such contradictions were, I recognised, a strong feature of our burgeoning sexual relationship. However, what he did next was going a little too far and I said no to his offer to unpack my bag.
"Why not?"
"Because it's my stuff and it's personal."
"Why you got a dildo or something in there?" he asked starting to unzip my bag.
"No of course not."
"What then is it that you don't want me to see?"
"My dirty clothes."
"What your undies?"
"Yes and other things."
"Your panties and bras?"
"Yes."
"Including those I got you, did you take them with you?"
"No, of course not."
"Have you worn them yet?"
"No and don't be silly, I don't intend to."
"How many times do I have to tell you," he said gruffly as he grabbed my wrist and pulling me down beside him on the bed making my charcoal grey, pinstripe business suit skirt ride up my legs so I was almost, or maybe was, showing my panties. As my legs were tanned I hadn't bothered with tights."Mmmmm nice," he went on looking at them," as I attempted unsuccessfully to regain my modesty by trying to push my skirt down. Before I could, he went on, "Get the bag," which was beside me.
"No I'll do it later."
"Oh no you won't we'll do it now," he told me in the authoritative voice that always sent a little shiver through me that I wasn't sure was from fright or arousal. Like a meek schoolgirl reacting to her teacher's orders, I reached out and puIled the bag over my body and passed it to him as he asked, "Is it locked?"
"No."
I sat there still with my skirt up around my hips as he unzipped it and carefully removed the other suit and the dress both of which he fondled and muttered, "Mmmmm Donna Karan, nice stuff, Where's the sexy stuff then?"
Feeling rather put out and embarrassed by what he was doing I replied rather haughtily, "In the side pockets." He unzipped them and pulled out the bundle of used blouses and underwear. Picking out the panties he held them up and looked from them to me and back again. They weren't particularly sexy although there were a couple of thongs for wearing with tight skirts together with the pairs of black boyshorts and bikini panties for wearing with the dress.
"Lovely stuff Jayne, now I can imagine you in the office in your underwear," he said smiling as he held all four pairs up to his face and rubbed them over it breathing in deeply. "God your cunt and ass smell gorgeous, just as they did when I sniffed them the other night."
This was something totally new to me. I had heard of guys smelling women's underwear but had never witnessed it or been spoken to like that. Of course when Kevin and I had made love, especially earlier in our marriage there'd been moments when we'd talked dirty to each other so having Neil talk about my cunt wasn't a completely new thing to me. But it was in such circumstances as this although, that changed a little when he, still holding the panties he looked at me and said quietly, "So when am I going to see them again Aunty?"
"What, see what Neil?" I asked rather naively.
"Your cunt and that gorgeous ass."
"Probably never again," I mumbled back as what were now becoming familiar feelings of embarrassment and excitement started building up in me.
"Probably never not just never then?"
