Not Like Other Men Pt 05

This is the last part of a five-part series of stories dealing with my infatuation with a powerful man and how I fall under his spell and become his submissive. Each part will stand alone as an erotic adventure but for continuity it is suggested that you read them in numerical order.

I know that readers like to visualise the characters they read about and describing myself becomes repetitive in a series so let me describe myself here. I am 5' 7" tall and weigh 140lbs, yes a little more than I would like. I have full breasts and take a 36D cup bra. I have blonde, spiky hair that sometimes has darker streaks in it and blue eyes. Oh and also I wear glasses.

Love

Jayne

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I got to his house at seven as he had ordered. He led me into his study where there was a desk with a two-screen PC on it, an office chair and a green leather Chesterfield. A cigar was alight in an ashtray and there was a plastic cooler with a bottle of Meursault in it beside the PC.

"Put this on," he told me, handing me a beautiful, burgundy coloured, silk dressing gown.

As I was undressing he was fiddling with the computer although as I couldn't see the screen I didn't know what he was doing.

"You look good," he said looking at me in the gown the hem of which was at best mid-thigh and maybe even higher. It had no buttons and the lapels were held together by a tie at the waist which meant, of course that as I moved the lapels would gape.

I stood beside him when he sat in front of the screen, clicked a few keys and the screen was filled with the word 'literotica' repeated many times. I knew that it was a chat site as I had used it while waiting for my divorce to come through. A few more clicks and he was in a few rooms. I watched the words coming up on the screen firstly from others then those he typed.

I was absolutely amazed to see him type his username as EssexJ. I was even more amazed when I read what he had written.

'Hi Grant."

'Hi J' came back from a few users and a pm came onto the screen from 'youngDave.'

'Hello J,' I read.

'Hi Dave," Lance typed in the pm.

'I didn't think you were coming," Dave typed.

'I said I would and I have and I will as I told you.'

'Will what?'

'Cum for you.'

'And the cam J?'

'Yes and the cam.'

'You'll show on it for me as you watch me.'

Then it hit me what Lance must have done and was setting up for me now. He must have been grooming this guy pretending he was a woman, me, and now wanted me to go on cam with Dave.

'I can hardly wait,' Dave typed.

"Lance what have you done," I groaned as he slid his hand up my leg and onto my ass.

"Had some fun Jayne that you're going to complete for me."

Stupidly as it was perfectly obvious I asked. "And what's that?" as on the screen an image of the head and shoulders of a quite attractive young man appeared and a private message asked.

'With or without sound J?'

Lance typed.

'BRB couple of minutes Dave, ok?'

'Sure J take your time.'

"What do you want me to do?" I asked my mind whirring trying to work out what the hell was going on.

"I want to watch you and him masturbating."

"Lance no."

"Why not you would do it here for me if the computer wasn't on wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"So what's the difference?"

I got his point. My heart was pounding and I could feel my excitement building up at both pleasing Lance and masturbating with the young man.

"Oh I don't know," I groaned as his fingers explored my bottom.

"Sound or not?" he asked.

"I don't know.

He typed and I saw come up.

"I want to hear you cum Dave."

Picking up the keyboard he moved away so he was out of sight for the cam and said. "Get in the chair."

I saw him typing.

'I'm nearly ready Dave.'

"He's 24, good looking as I have seen photos and has an eight inch dick. He is big into older women and thinks you are fantastic looking."

"How's he know?"

"I've shown him those photos I took."

I'd forgotten that one of the times I was modelling the underwear for him he had taken a few shots on his camera.

"Lance no."

"Why not he can't save them with the site I used."

"Oh my god."

"Anyway we have agreed to meet now and to have sex so go for it Jayne."

I saw on the screen that I was saying. 'I want to see and hear you Dave so let's go.'

Lance and Dave pressed a few keys. I could see by the small image that I was onshow to Dave and by the mic without an x that sound was on.

"Oh my god J you're gorgeous, just like the photos."

I looked at the image on the screen as Dave slowly panned the cam from his face down to his bare chest.

"Thanks Dave, so are you?" I replied playing the game that Lance had set up.

There was a silence for a while as he moved around a little so that the cam went down to his waist but no further.

"How do you want to do this, Jayne?" he asked.

Naively I asked. "Do what?"

"Simple babe, fuck."

"We can't really."

"No but we can imagine fucking each other can't we?" he said letting the cam pan down further. He was naked and fully erect.

"Yes I suppose so, you mean masturbating?" I gasped as I saw his hand come into view and he stroked his penis.

"Of course just as we did last week when we couldn't see each other," he said as I looked across at Lance who simply raised his eyebrows and smiled as Dave continued. "Ok with what you see J?"

He panned outwards and stood up so I got a view of his whole body. He was rather lovely and his cock was beautiful and very inviting. I hadn't had proper sex for ages; just masturbating for Lance and what I did when alone. I have a bit of a thing for young men and Dave would fulfill most of my criteria; young but experienced, slim, toned body and a nice cock.

"Yes Dave," I said in a near whisper.

"Then J do I get to see my reward?"

"Huh?"

"You J, your body?"

I glanced at Lance who nodded quite vigorously.

"Ok Dave."

Looking right into his eyes I undid the tie at my waist and pulled the robe open exposing my breasts."

"Oh fuck yes J, yes fucking yes," he groaned his hand tightening round his cock. "Now the rest please J."

I watched him starting to pump his cock quite slowly but purposefully. He looked good doing that.

I stood up and moved away from the screen a little so that my body from my face to my knees was picked up by the cam. I pulled the robe open all the way down and shrugged it off my shoulders and down my arms. I was naked with two men ogling me, one virtually and one reality.

"Jesus wept," Dave sighed as I saw his gaze running up and down my body pretty much in time with Lance who was grinning and nodding.

The attention and particularly that from Lance made me feel great. I was becoming very aroused and determined to please the man who had set this up for us. When Lance had firstly shown what he wanted me to do I had, as I'd been on other occasions, a little annoyed. I felt he was being assumptive and that it was wrong to do things like this without my agreement. But rapidly, as what he had organised was slowly revealed I realised how wrong and inappropriate that type of thinking was. The relationship we had developed over almost the past year gave him the right as indeed I did, to do with me as he pleased. So, being assumptive, not waiting nor needing my approval and choosing activities that humiliated and demeaned me were all within his rights and I was being churlish and out of order to object. It was my place to embrace the situation and give it my all.

So, looking at and past the screen so I could see both of them I whispered.

"Do you want to fuck me Dave," as I looked into Lance's eyes.

"Yes J I do," he grunted back now pumping his cock quicker as I squeezed my tits and rolled them together.

"Tell me what you want to do to me?" I asked pulling the office chair away from the screen and sitting on it making sure from the little insert in the corner of the screen that Dave could see all of me. I opened my legs and ensured that he could see my pink wetness.

"I want your cunt J, I want to fuck your cunt?"

"This?" I asked rubbing it.

"Yes I want to get this right up it and fuck it."

"Then do it Dave, do it and do me," I groaned as I pushed two fingers up me and rubbed my clit with my thumb.

"Oh fuck yes J, yes." he moaned pumping faster and obviously getting near as, indeed, I was. "Ok J?"

"Yes I am, I am near. Make me cum Dave, please make me cum."

And then suddenly we both were. My orgasm burst over me at almost the same instant as he grunted and groaned and then shot his cum up and onto his stomach.

Lance told me to keep the Hermes dressing robe that must have been in the many hundreds of pounds price bracket making me once again, excitingly his whore as well as his slut.

*

As usual Harry took me home. It was the first time since Lance had tricked me into jacking off in the the car after telling me the windows could not be looked through from outside only for me to look back into the car and seeing my torn knickers on the floor.

I felt embarrassed but everything was the same as usual and I assumed that H had seen a lot with Lance.

Apart from my life at work and my relationship with Lance everything else in my life was rather dull and mundane. I did have a friend with benefits who I saw from time to time and, of course, there Lynn who I saw every three or four weeks for an afternoon of shame and pleasure . The sex with them was pretty good but really palled into insignificance when compared to what I was doing with Lance. One of the key and most stimulating things about that was the variety and not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Can you pop up to the agency on Sunday please Jayne?"

I had not seen Lance at a weekend for that, I assumed it was family time with his numerous young and grown up children and his twenty-eight-year-old ex model wife in his Gloucestershire farmhouse.

"What sort of time?"

"Can you come or not, does the time make any difference?" he said showing me that we were moving or had moved into our 'at play' mode.

"No, of course it doesn't and yes I can."

"Ok make it at five."

"Any special requests with dress code?"

"Nah you won't keep them on long so wear anything."

I played golf on Sunday morning and finishing around two just gave me time to have a spot of lunch with the three women, including Lynn, I played with, to go home shower and change to leave by four to drive to Covent Garden.

The agency was always dead on a Sunday so I needed my key to get into the building that as far as I could see was empty. But I was wrong as the lights were on in the downstairs foyer and when I got to the third floor where Lance and I worked I saw that they were on in the studio. That was the room where we had all the hi tech audio visual equipment that we used to watch and listen to videos of focus group interviews, ads and various stuff we had to review. There were none lit on the rest of the floor so I went to the studio, he was there.

"Hi come in and undress," were his opening words."

Cruel and insensitive as many would find them, to me they were like music. He wanted to see me, have me naked, enjoy and rule me.

I undressed for him eagerly and expectantly and stood to one side of him naked.

"You look lovely Jayne, know why you are here?"

"No Lance."

"Any idea whatsoever?"

"No none."

"Like me to tell you?"

"Yes please," I said, feeling nervous yet expectant and of course sexually aroused.

"It's nearly Christmas Jay so it's time for presents isn't it?"

"Er yes I guess so."

"I want to give you yours."

Feeling thrilled that he had been so caring to get me a present I gushed.

"Lance there was no need, there was all that underwear, the Hermes robe and the Burberry coat."

"But I have Jay, in fact I have got you two."

"Oh Lance thank you."

"Sit in one of the viewing chairs."

There were two rows of six luxurious leather cinema type seats facing the 120 inch screen. I sat in one and Lance with the remote control in his hand came and sat next to me. He dimmed the lights and momentarily I wondered whether he would put his arm around me and kiss me or maybe fondle my breasts or even finger me. In retrospect rather ridiculously I wondered whether us having sex would be one of my presents?

He dimmed the lights a little more and then the screen lit up. There was some flickering on the screen and crackling through the sound system. That stopped and was replaced by a low hum that slowly got quieter before I heard Lance's voice coming out of the speakers.

"I am very pleased that you know that Jayne so we won't have to beat around the 'will she won't she bush' will we?"

"Oh my god," slipped out of my mouth as a shot of me removing my jacket and showing my nipples making prominent bumps in my blouse.

"Like it?" Lance asked, gripping my hand as the video moved on to me unbuttoning the blouse.

At first I was alarmed that he had me on video and scared of what might happen to it, but as I slowly undressed then, still with those feelings present, more came into my mind. I felt humiliated and abused but really not in a bad way because it was what I wanted. Watching my image on the screen removing my bra and seemingly offering my breasts to him, similar emotions to those I had when I did that filled me as I sat in the chair in the studio. I wanted to do it to please him just as now I was flattered that he was showing me the video. I accepted that he was controlling and dominating me and quite happily I surrendered any objections I had to him videoing me without my permission. As the video moved onto me modelling the lovely underwear for him I recognised that I had surrendered any rights to object or rebel against him because he had requested and I had accepted that I was his. His to control and direct and to do with as he wished. And if that included making a video of me then so be it.

As the video showed me using the black vibrator to masturbate with he said.

"Lie back and do what you want to yourself Jay.

The video continued with images of me putting on the Burberry coat over my nudity, shots of me in Regents Park naked under a dress and him lifting up the skirt and pulling down the boob tube top. There were a few of us in the pub garden but they were shaky and largely out of focus other than the scene when I pulled my panties down and gave them to him.

I couldn't resist cupping and fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples as I saw myself, albeit in rather dark shots doing that in the car as it took me home that evening when Lance conned me about the car windows. It just went on and on. There were quite graphic, focused and well lit shots of me on the bed handcuffed to the headboard with arms and hands, but not the faces, touching my breasts and buttocks and sliding along my labia. There were very clear and well-focused images and sounds of his hand up my skirt in his office and of his fingers going into me and making me cum.

I couldn't resist sliding one hand down my body to find my clit as the scene in his study when I was online and the cam with Dave started. As that progressed and I watched the young man masturbate I did the same and just as I had when I was seeing him on cam I climaxed as I watched his cock explode.

"Mmmmm that was excellent Jay," he said as the video stopped and the screen was filled with a still shot of me lying on his bed with my hand between my legs and my fingers in me.

"Now for your second present, ready?"

Sitting up and removing my hands from between my legs and my breasts I replied. "Yes Lance."

"I am very pleased with you Jayne that you have not asked why I haven't played with you very much or why I haven't fucked you."

"Thank you Lance."

"You probably wondered?"

"Yes of course I did."

"And did you want me to?"

"Yes very much," I replied, my heart pounding when I thought that he might be about to make love to me as my other Christmas present.

"Well there's a very good reason for that, would you like to know it?"

I was bemused and of course wanted to know. I had often thought about it and had concluded that it was probably a medical condition, maybe something wrong with his prostate.

"Yes please if you wish to tell me."

"Not only will I tell you Jayne I will show you too."

As he said that the door to the equipment room opened. Thinking it would be a member of staff and not wanting them to see my nakedness, I panicked and got up to get my clothes.

"I hung them up," Lance said as I stood up. "But don't worry you won't need them, Eva is naked as you are."

'Eva?' I thought. 'Who the fuck is Eva?'

I looked round and there walking towards us was Lance's third wife Eva and indeed she was naked.

"Hello Jayne," the truly beautiful twenty-eight-year-old model said smiling at me.

"Er, um hi Eva," I hesitantly replied.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that lance was undoing his shirt.

"You look lovely Jayne," Eva said moving close to me and putting her hand on my arm just above my elbow as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Er, er, thank you and so do you Eva."

"It's so nice to see you again."

"Again?" I asked.

"Yes, I would recognise those breasts anywhere, they are delightful," she said running her fingertips across my nipple. But then, of course you're equally gorgeous down below aren't you."

At first I assumed that Lance must have shown her the video that he had somehow taken so I didn't say anything as she added. "And of course that awesome ass and that wonderful smell. How did the butt plug feel Jayne?"

Then it hit me. It must have been Eva who had fondled me when I was handcuffed and blindfolded as it must have been her who put the butt plug in.

Looking at Lance I saw that he was naked and erect. He smiled, took hold of one of Eva's and one of my hands and said.

"Jayne I promised Eva before we married that I would never fuck another woman unless she was present and now she is."