Part 1
Jim pulled his van up to the villa and stepped out. He'd never been called to a place like this before. A swanky mansion like this would usually have a contract with a big corporate plumbing service, not a single-man operation like his. But this was the address he'd been given over the phone--no doubt about it.
He rang the doorbell only for it to be answered by a young man in a dressing gown.
"Yo, you the plumber? Sick. C'mon in, kitchen's this way.." the young man said.
Jim frowned slightly. No way someone this young owned a place like this. Was he just the owner's son?
"Alright, mate. Jim's the name. Where's the trouble then? You said summat about a leak?" he replied.
"Yeah, it's the sink. Been dripping non-stop for days now. I'm Conrad, by the way." Jim noticed the kid fidgeting with something in his dressing gown pocket--a large device of some kind.
"These kids can't put their phones down for a second," Jim thought with a shake of his head. Then something caught his eye. "Is that a girl in her underwear?"
A young woman, wearing only a bra, peeked around the doorframe. She looked a little disheveled--gorgeous, great tits though. Sister? Girlfriend? Jim ignored her and focused on the job.
They got to the sink in the swanky kitchen and Jim knelt down and started examining the pipes.
"Yeah, this is what I was worried about. A place like this still has old galvanized steel pipes. These are going to keep leaking unless you replace the whole system. That's a huge job--could take months without a crew. You'd probably need to hire a bigger company."
"But I wanted a single-man job, that's why I called you," Conrad said.
"And why's that?" Jim said as he turned around and looked up at the teen standing over him.
"So I can do this" FLASH
Dazed by a sudden flash Jim heard a strange metallic voice resonating in his head:
"Do not panic. You will tell no one about what happens in this house. You will obey Conrad."
Jim blinked, his head buzzing. What the hell was that? The words still echoed in his mind, but oddly, he didn't feel particularly concerned. Just... hazy.
"So you can start tomorrow? Money isn't a problem" asked Conrad hopefully.
Jim shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Nah, mate, parts take at least a week. Best I can do is get back 'round in a week 'n' a bit."
Conrad's brow furrowed. "Nah fam, you'll sort that fast and be back here in a couple days, yeah?"
"Nah," Jim repeated. "It takes a week--if I order today."
Conrad stared at him, perplexed. "Touch your nose."
Without thinking, Jim's hand shot up and tapped his nose.
"Hmm, right," Conrad muttered, nodding in satisfaction. "Alright. Order the parts and come back next week."
"Right, see you later then" Jim said as he picked up his bag and left the house.
It was two and a half weeks later when Jim pulled up to the drive of Conrad's villa with all a load of piping in his van. Conrad answered the door in his dressing gown again, clearly annoyed.
"Alright, mate, I'm here to start the job," Jim said.
"Go right in, you remember where it is right?" Conrad said, trying to sound authoritative. "Oh, and kick the door frame real quick."
Jim's foot smacked into the doorframe. "Aagh!" he yelped.
Conrad smirked. "I've got things to handle. Keep out of my space, fam." With that, he disappeared through the door.
Jim started laying out his tools but heard a voice coming from the room Conrad had disappeared into. From the other room he could hear Conrad fairly clearly.
"Right queens let's start again" then a metallic voice started speaking. "You will obey Conrad."
This time the voice didn't resonate in Jim's head like before, it was clearly just Conrad's voice--altered through some kind of filter.
"
You adore Conrad. Conrad can fuck whoever he wants. While you are in this house you love to pleasure and worship cock
." The voice continued.
Jim tried not to listen, "just do the job and get paid", he reminded himself.
After a while, the strange recording ended. It was replaced by... other noises. Jim turned off the water supply and busied himself with the clanking of pipes, drowning out the sounds from the other room.
After not too long that sound stopped too and Jim heard some people leave the house. Didn't even offer me a brew," he sighed. He turned to grab some tools from his van but stopped when he saw a woman standing in the doorway.
"Hi there" the woman said, "I'm Georgiana. Conrad's gone out with my daughter and her friend and he's left me alone in my house with a strange plumber."
"Sorry, love, just doing my job. I'll try to keep it quiet." Jim said. The woman had a huge rack and seemed to be only wearing lingerie under her thin dressing gown.
"Oh, no, it's fine," she said, stepping closer. "In fact, I'm here to give you a hand. You see, when Conrad first moved in--*my* house, by the way--he was quite eager for me to be, what did he call it? His 'dommy mommy.'" She chuckled. "But then he realized he could invite my daughter's friends over for threesomes. Which is fine--
Conrad can fuck whoever he wants
--but I have my own needs. And he hasn't dealt with them since he moved in."
With a shrug, she let her dressing gown slip open, revealing her bare breasts.
Jim took a step back. "Look, ma'am, I just work here--"
Georgiana placed a finger on his lips. "I'll make sure Conrad pays you extra," she murmured, slipping a hand into his jeans. With her other hand she undid the button and without protest Jim's cock disappeared deep into her vagina.
"Fuck yeah, I've needed this" she moaned as he began thrusting.
"Oh fuck, so good" Jim moaned. It wasn't long before he was cumming in her body shuddering as she gasped in pleasure knowing she had pleasured the cock she desperately desired.
Several hours later Conrad walked as Jim was finishing the kitchen.
"That's this room done mate. When do you want me here tomorrow?" Jim asked.
"9 A.M. sharp fam" Conrad said.
It was at 10:30 when Jim pulled up on the drive the next day.
Part 2
"I don't see why we can't pay him a bit more dear, it is my money after all" Georgiana mentioned as she packed away Conrad's laundry.
"No way fam, dude's always late and actin' sus when I get back. Not payin' extra for that. Now be a good dommy mommy for me and clean this up" Conrad said, slapping her ass and pointing to a new pile of dirty laundry.
Georgiana bent down to pick up the pile of laundry. She adored Conrad, but he was undeniably bossy. On the other hand this was the most attention she was getting from men since her husband died. Having her daughter Emily's boyfriend move into their villa really was a great idea and she loved how he told her to walk around in her underwear, but now he was dictating what she was doing with her house.
Curious, she had looked up the whole 'dommy mommy' thing. It was some kind of modern BDSM dynamic--foreign to her generation. But if it was the key to swaying Conrad, she was willing to play along.
She knew about his little persuasion trick in his phone but that was coded so only he could use it. Still, she knew Conrad had a routine and would soon flash himself at night and put some sound file on to help him sleep. Hmm, maybe she had an idea. "Well good night and sweet dreams" she said as she left the room. But instead of going down the hall to her room she hid by the door.
After 15 minutes had passed she saw a sudden flash of light under the door and heard a metallic voice saying "Enter a deep, long sleep."
She snuck back in and sure enough Conrad was out like a light, his phone still in his hand. Creeping forward silently she picked up the phone and saw a list of pre recorded audio files as well as a flash button. She covered the phone with her hand and pressed the flash button, but no light appeared--only a pin request. Going back to the list of sound files she saw, the last one used was just labelled "sleep", others included names like "cantcum", "gethorney", "lovecock" and "listenobey".
"Seems fairly obvious", she thought. But would it work if he was asleep, what if he woke up and caught her? Holding her breath she pressed "gethorney".
*You are starting to get so horny you can barely control yourself
* said the metalized recording of Conrad's voice.
Georgina had heard this clip many times but since she wasn't dazed from the flash it didn't resonate in her head and affect her.
Conrad moaned in his sleep as Georgiana noticed the tent forming beneath the sheets. The sight stirred something deep inside her--*she loved to worship cock*, especially Conrad's. But could she do this on her terms? If Conrad really liked 'Dommy Mommies' surely he wouldn't mind if she gave him what he fantasied about. And if the opportunity came up to persuade him more to her point of view on a few things then there wouldn't be any harm, as long as he enjoyed himself of course.
As Conrad stirred awake, his hand immediately reached for his cock, pumping desperately. If he came now it would end the fantasy! She thought back to some of the BDSM stories she researched-- what would happen next? Acting quickly she pressed "cantcum".
*You won't be able to cum without my permission
*, the voice said.
Conrad's eyes fluttered open. His breath hitched as desperation surged through him--he couldn't stop pumping his cock. All his bravado gone in instantly in a desperate need to get off. Was he hers now? Was it that easy? Georgina pressed the "listenobey" button.
*Listen to me and obey
* the recording said.
"Stop touching your cock, you shouldn't pleasure a cock when there's a woman here to do it," Georgina said.
Conrad let go of his cock, relieved he reached out to take his phone, but instead of giving it to him Georgina opened her blouse.
*Listen to me and obey
*
