I wouldn’t say that what happened to me had ever been expected, it came, like a good slap, out of nowhere.
My name is David. I won’t bore you with the details of my life; all you need to know is that I was an only child, back home from university one Easter break and my Aunt Susie was staying with us. I’m average height and build, nothing much to write home about and I liked it that way, I was left to get on with my studies and nobody bothered me.
University had given me however the freedom I’d needed to indulge in my own particular pleasures, the opportunity to fuel my imagination and desires. I had a thing about being punished and dominated by women and at University, where I was so anonymous, I could buy, rent, watch and read all the filthy S&M material I could get my hands on.
When I got home to my parents I had to be careful what I kept under my bed. Select magazines were brought home and secreted away, ready for nighttime reading. My bedroom was on the ground floor, out of the way. My gasps and groans weren’t heard down there, I had my own little world.
A world that was going to come crashing down about me.
Now Aunt Susie. Not Susan you understand, she liked the familiarity of the shortened version and she was, in my opinion, very attractive. Even though she was in her late thirties she was better looking than some of the students on campus. Aunt Susie was fairly tall at just under six foot, incredible legs that looked magnificent in the tight jeans she would wear around the house. My father’s sister, she’d just got divorced and was down to spend the holidays, mixing it with some business clients she had to see down our way.
My Uncle Rob? We didn’t talk about Auntie Susie’s ex.
Aunt Susie’s had shoulder length black hair, and dark green eyes. Breasts that she wasn’t afraid to make a big deal of. In short she was stunning and had naturally entered into my fantasies.
I was a little shocked when I woke up one morning to find I’d dreamed of being tied up and made to eat my Aunt’s pussy. Too caught up in the moment to think about it, I reached down and grabbed a hold of my cock. Aunt Susie stood over me in traditional dom gear. Tight leather corset, shiny thigh high PVC boots, four-inch heel at a guess. Breathing slowly and carefully she’d placed the heel of the boot onto my chest and watched me squirm with delight. I kissed the toe of the boot and she smiled. She then moved up to standing over my face and slowly, agonisingly slowly, lowered herself onto me. I dreamed of kissing, lapping and sucking at that beautiful cunt for a long, long time. I could make out a hand reach down to her clit as my tongue probed and tickled at her. As we brought her to her climax I shot my load all over myself and bed. As I pulled some of the cum from my hair I realised that something special had happened.
From that moment on it was Aunt Susie pre-occupying most of my thoughts, waking and otherwise. She must have wondered if something was up. I had become awkward at meal times, avoiding any eye contact with her, knowing that I would probably go bright red or give myself an erection that just wouldn’t quit. Over that last week I’d become quiet and withdrawn, my refuges being the bathroom or my bed. Aunt Susie was getting to me and I was beginning to wish I could get back to University, a safe place, away from the excitement and disturbance.
One Friday, around a week and half after my initial descent into my reverie, my parents had gone out early to a dinner or something and my Aunt Susie was out on client business – “Back late” she’d said.
I’d spent sometime in the guest room looking at her things. The business suits, the skirts hanging up, I’d fondled some of her underwear, resisting the temptation to wank with it for fear of an accident. I was hot and needed to relieve myself.
I picked up a magazine and handkerchief from my room and took it the lounge. I laid back in one of the armchairs, unzipped the fly on my jeans and began to masturbate. My hand pulled and tugged at my cock as I looked at the images in front of me. Spankings. Bad boys and naughty girls, getting their arses slapped by a succession of beautiful dominatrixes. My Aunt Susie entered my mind as quickly as she entered the room.
“What the hell are you doing?!” came the voice from the direction of the door. I froze initially before realising what was happening and quickly dropped the magazine and hastily tried to put my engorged prick back in my trousers. Her mouth open and expression incredulous, she walked towards me.
“Aunt Susie-“ I began, trying to stuff the already wet handkerchief into my pocket.
She kept coming forward. Aunt Susie was dressed in a black suit. A tight skirt that ended above the knee with a split in it showed off her legs. Her blouse was lower cut than usual framed by the black jacket. Her black high heels complete with wicked pointed toe and ankle strap made her taller than normal. She had dropped her bag on the floor and had now folded her arms.
“What’s going on, David?” She knew exactly what I’d been up to.
“It’s n-nothing,” I stammered. “Oh God, I’m sorry.” I went to get up, get out of there.
“Sit down!” she shouted. I froze and then slowly dropped back into the armchair. She outstretched an arm. “Show me the magazine.”
“It’s just a magazine,” I responded. I remembered thinking I should at least try some sort of defiance.
