This is a tale of exploration, humiliation, dominance, deep connections, fate, and events one might describe as magical.
Everyone depicted in this story is over the age of 18.
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I awoke Friday morning in a disoriented haze. The effects of oversleeping weighed heavily on me as my brain sluggishly crawled to life, struggling to process where and when I was. Rolling off the side of my bed, my legs wobbled as I found my footing and I jumped slightly as I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. My surprise did not come from my nudity, as that was my usual state of sleeping, but rather from the numerous small roundish bruises on my chest and neck. "Wait, those aren't bruises," I thought.
My heart fluttered as I recalled the events of yesterday, meeting Clarissa in the park for an encounter I definitely hadn't wrapped my head around. It had gone so much farther than I expected. We had not just met up for a random sexual encounter, we had actually affirmed our feelings for one another. The events flew through my head in a picture-show of passion, from me nervously trying to hide my lack of erection, to me making her moan with pleasure on my knees, followed by her humiliating me before and after we made love.
The latter part was what I had mixed feelings about. Clarissa had seemed like a relatively polite and soft-spoken girl; her whiplash to dominance and harsh words had shaken me not just from the contrast to her usual demeanor, but also in how terrifically it had turned me on. Most guys would be crushed if their lover insulted their genitals and claimed they couldn't feel them at all during sex. I had become embarrassingly aroused by the whole event.
I looked down at my penis in the mirror. Every male has measured it at least a few times by the age of 18, and I knew that fully hard it maxed out at 4.7 inches. A bit below average but passable. When it was soft, however, it retracted to about a 1-2 inches long acorn perched above my balls, which were also a diminutive size. They rarely hung much, and if I became cold or nervous enough they were pressed all the way up against me. I hated the feeling of having body hair so I kept myself shaved all the time, often leaving me looking like a child. I took great care not to present myself in a retracted state to others.
As I stared at myself in the mirror pondering my situation, my phone dinged loudly. It was as if she knew I was thinking about her. Hype flowed through me as I searched around for my phone. I remembered leaving it charging on the side of my bed, but I found it on my dresser. Maybe I was just forgetful.
The message was longer than I expected.
"Good morning, loverboy. Yesterday was amazing, and I loved spending time with you. I notice that you're not in Algebra this morning. Did I really wear you out that bad? ;) Anyway, I have a family thing with my parents this weekend. I won't see you at the party like we planned and we probably can't talk much. But I still want you to go and have fun. Who knows, you might get lucky and disappoint some other girl!"
That was strange. Clarissa wanted me to go and get laid after yesterday? I had forgotten about the party, but I had only really wanted to go for then chance to hang out with her. It was a bunch of kids from a different school that I didn't know at some isolated lake house. Why did she want me to go alone? Again, as if she read my mind, she followed up with another message.
"Oh, just to be clear: you are definitely my boyfriend now. You don't have a choice, this is what I decided. But my mom won't let me date, so we need to keep it on the DL. Wake your ass up and get to school loser! I at least want to see you at lunch."
She stated the details our relationship so matter-of-factly, that dominant side manifesting once again. I was okay with keeping things quiet. Hell, I just wanted to be around her. Anything to make that happen. Even her small amount of bossiness in her texts had my dick throbbing. Hurriedly I dressed myself and headed into the living room.
My sister Sarah was at work, as usual. She worked as a nurse in an understaffed hospital, and as such I didn't see her much. Our parents disappeared a few years ago, leaving Sarah with a sizable inheritance and a teenage brother to take care of. Even though she didn't need to, she still worked crazy shifts at the hospital, out of either passion or addiction to work. She treated me pretty well, not too strict but she definitely found time to make sure I was acting responsibly and working hard in school. She said I could get a car when I got accepted to college, so I usually walked everywhere. Today I was hoping I'd luck out and she'd be able to take me to school.
Instead of Sarah, I found our housekeeper, Adalia. My sister had hired her last month, a cute 30-something Hispanic lady, to help with housework during the week because of Sarah's work schedule and me being at school. She insisted on wearing stereotypical maid outfits while on the job, which I honestly found exceedingly tacky, but sometimes her impressive bust poked through the top of her blouse, leaving me aching for more. I also took pleasure from the skirts that would show off her curvy legs and sometimes hint at more. Often I wondered if my sister had hired this attractive oddball to tempt her horny brother.
Adalia was not surprised to see me, nor was she irritated when I asked her to take me to school. It hadn't been the first time, and she was usually done with cleaning by noon. She grabbed her keys from the kitchen and as she turned to head toward the door, I noticed her eyes flash quickly downward in my direction and back up again before she turned the knob. It happened so fast that if I hadn't been eying her voraciously, I would never have noticed. Following her out toward her car, I self-consciously looked downward, thinking maybe my clothes had a stain on them or my shirt was on backwards.
My face flushed with heat when I remembered my erection. Had she noticed it? I had stuffed it into my jeans, so it didn't seem too noticeable, but forgot in my rush to keep it hidden. Well, nothing but her quick eye flash betrayed any knowledge of my cock being hard. At least I had done up my zipper, I thought. For some reason the idea of her accidentally seeing me exposed made my penis throb a little. I managed to calm it down on the ride over there, not wanting to walk into school with a small tent on display.
I had arrived toward the end of my last class, and my next period was aquatics class, so I decided to head to the locker room early to take the shower I had missed this morning. The room full of lockers, stand up showers, and changing benches was completely empty, like usual. My sister told me when we first moved here that the ratio of women to men in this upscale suburban town was an unusual 80 to 20, a genetic anomaly without a fully understood cause; common theories included contaminated drinking water, a rare nearly symptomless STD, and even pollen from unique foliage in the area. Regardless of the cause, I was happy to be the only one in the showers most of the time. Which is why I jumped when I heard the heavy wood door shut while I was trying to open my assigned locker.
"Oh, I didn't think anyone would be in here."
