Collared Slave
Getting up from the study floor, after a deep and powerful orgasm, Nancy felt foolish and uneasy. What in hell's name had she done? In the afterglow of an orgasm, she'd promised to be Reggie's sex slave. It wasn't entirely an idle promise, as the agreement was that Reggie wouldn't take advantage of her daughter. Reggie and Wendy were eighteen, and she had a crush on him.
He was handsome and confident, which attracted Wendy, but her mother needed to put a stop to it developing. Nancy had learned the hard way how confident he was. He was self-assured enough to screw her in her own home, and to get her to promise an awful thing. Although he was her son's friend, and she was thirty-eight, he demanded she promise to be his sex slave. How could the boy do that to her?
It would have been an empty promise, except she had suffered a certain illness for several years. The obsessive compulsion disorder, locked her into honouring a promise. It meant she would have to do her utmost to keep a promise, whatever it was. Since its onset she avoided promising anything, to anyone, unless it was something small and inconsequential, like meeting for coffee. Even that caused a problem once, when she had to go to extraordinary lengths to meet the person on time.
Promising to be his sex slave had been forced out of her, while he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Of course, it wasn't possible to be a slave in the modern world, but that wouldn't stop her trying to honour the promise. In his presence with others around them, she would be nervous from having a mind in turmoil, as she had to submit to him, yet not reveal her sordid state as his sex slave.
Despite the fear of what might happen to her, a sexual excitement tingled every nerve. The boy had brought excitement to her life, which had become boring and mundane. In the past she often wished for a job to keep her mind active, and now she had one, pandering to that boy's sexual whims.
Between the blackmail, keeping him away from her daughter, and her own needs, she had little chance of fighting back. It had been nerve racking, trying to keep him under control, as well as taming her own needs. Giving into him had been an easy answer at first, and now it had to continue on a more exacting standard, having to be his obedient sex slave.
Every time Nancy was alone with him, she called him master. It was even whispered when in the same room as her family and friends. Trying to keep away from him was the only safe strategy she could think of. It was nerve racking from expecting him to creep up on her, and make demands upon her body. He was young and fit, capable of sex at any time of day and night, so she kept close to family and friends, trying to keep him at bay.
Another week and he would go home to his parents, when they returned from a vacation. Having him staying in her home was a nightmare. In the meantime she used her family and friends as a barrier between them, and it sometimes worked. Every time he was close, and she called him her master, a little more of her mind accepted the lowly position of sex slave. Especially when she whispered it in front of friends and family.
***
'We're going to the cabin for a couple of weeks, guy bonding. Me, a couple of friends, and Michael,' her husband said.
'Oh! Err, I could do the cooking for you, and the place needs cleaning,' Nancy offered.
'No, I told you last week, the place is fine, and we can cook stuff. Just us guys, that's all,' he emphasised.
'I'll be lonely here by myself,' she complained.
'You've got Reggie staying here, he'll keep you company. I think he has a crush on you anyway,' Hank laughed. 'Better look out, he'll be after your body, you know what guys are like at that age,' he added. 'Just so long as you're not pregnant when I get back, I don't mind,' he seriously said.
'What? Hank!' she said, thinking he'd found her out. 'I wouldn't do anything, that's so bad!' she complained.
'Hey! Silly! I'm kidding you, of course not. My old wife wouldn't be of interest to a kid, come on, don't be so serious, I won't be gone long,' he said, trying to cajole her out of the funk.
For a minute or two Hank thought he was in trouble, with her taking it so seriously, as she had with everyone all week. Wendy was right, she must be coming down with something.
For a moment she thought he'd discovered her awful secret, as he seemed so serious. His jokes were either mysteriously obscure, or of bad taste, which meant she had to watch him when drunk with friends at parties.
Her submissive attitude had been noticed, so she told her daughter it was a cold coming on. The guys hadn't noticed much, except she was quieter than usual and hadn't berated them for making a mess, so they didn't mention it as they were happy enough with the subdued attitude.
'We'll all be away, and you're coming down with something. We'll have to cancel,' Hank reluctantly said.
'No you go, I'll be all right. I've got pain killers, and the doctors number,' Nancy told her husband.
'You can't be left alone, it's not right. Will Reggie stay with you? I'll talk to him, no, you have to have someone look after you, so do as you are told for once,' Hank heavily told her.
Hank found Reggie in the basement playing a game, and called him upstairs.
'See, he's a good young man, dropping everything to look after you. I think he's got a soft spot for you,' Hank smiled, and brushed some hair away from her face.
That was the nearest he'd got to her for ages, even in bed.
'Reggie, while we are away, I'm leaving you in charge. This woman can be a menace, and her own worst enemy. Even if she's ill, she will carry on cleaning the house, and make herself worse. Reggie is in charge so you do as he says, hear me Nancy? Come on promise me,' Hank said.
'Well, you don't need to cosset me, I'm alright, really,' Nancy complained.
'I'm not going until you promise,' Hank told her.
'I promise to do as I'm told, now go,' Nancy told him.
'You're trying to get out of it, and I won't let you,' he said. 'Promise me, Reggie is in charge and you'll obey his instructions,' Hank said.
Nancy gasped, and gave him the look, but she saw his determination and knew he wouldn't go until she gave in. Now wasn't the time to admit she had a problem with promises, not after all these years. He was bull headed, and didn't have a clue what he was doing to her. Besides, how was this any different to what she was committed to already with the damn boy.
'I promise to obey Reggie and do as I'm told,' she relented.
Saying it in front of her husband did make a difference. She felt more deeply under Reggie's thumb, as though her husband had given her away to him.
'Reggie, if she doesn't' obey you, spank her,' Hank said, and winked at the boy.
