Reina
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My name is Jack and I live in the foothills of a small town in Nebraska. It’s a busy mishmash of Amazon delivery trucks, waste management vehicles, gardeners, and other come-and-go traffic, but for the most part it’s a quiet and undisturbed area with upper middle class families of all ethnic backgrounds. I’m your garden variety 45 year old white male. I’ll be honest, I am very average-looking. I was never with the “Hot girls” in school, but I’m not ugly either. I have stayed in pretty good shape, trying to make the most of the hand I was dealt. I’m not the guy grunting in the corner of the gym lifting 500lbs, but I’m not sitting on the recumbent bike reading a book either. I run a successful drop ship apparel company from my home, so I’m not part of the mass exodus of neighbors every morning hopping into their cars and setting off to who knows what kind of jobs. I’m comfortably at home all day in my office, designing, marketing, tweaking the website, etc. Apparel vendors who visit me with their garments are part of the parade of cars every day.
My wife, Ann, is a hard-working flight attendant who is gone for two weeks at a time with the airlines. She is 40, and with all the steps she gets in while traveling, she stays in relatively good shape like me. She is not a voluptuous woman by any stretch. She has the same white skin I have and is height-weight proportionate. Alas, she does not have breasts that command a double take, nor an ass that causes men to crane their necks for a longer look, but she does have a very pretty face and stunning green eyes I can get lost in. I suppose on the grand looks scale, a couple of 6’s found each other and we are a content couple.
We have been married for 10 years, but neither of us wanted kids. That leaves a lot of left over time and money for toys, trips and whatever. But I will say the house gets a little too quiet when she is away. Our sex life is ok, but nothing to prattle on about. A couple times a week after 10 years of marriage and we are both fine. Well, at least she is. I have a lot of left over sexual energy, but I’ve learned not to push her too much. Once, after some whining and complaining on my part, she countered by saying she had to travel almost all month to make up some hours. THAT was a lonely, pent up month.
This brings me to how I got myself into my current situation. Ever since I started dating Ann, I wanted her to blow me. I love blow jobs. In fact, I cum faster from blow jobs than intercourse. Just me, I guess. Trouble is, Ann refuses to give them. She says it’s disgusting and drew a very hard line during our courtship when I tried to get her to do it. I love her, so I decided to flush the urge from my mind and just jerk off to the thought of pushing my member into her beautiful face whenever I was alone and horny. As time progressed and our routines settled in, our sex life became a serviceable part of a good relationship, but I was never able to completely flush the BJ urge from my mind.
About a year ago, a buddy of mine told me about an escort service he used. He also argued pretty convincingly that blow jobs and hand jobs did not constitute cheating…only intercourse. I’m not saying he is right. A horny man can justify just about anything as we all know. I’m sure many a happy-ending massage finished with a man convincing himself he was not cheating. So I told myself that getting a blow job from an escort was ok. Especially since it was something Ann did not like or want to do. How noble of me, right?
So here’s where I admit that for a couple years, I have been having the same escort girl over to blow me. There, I said it. I’m a fucking cheating bastard. About once a month, whenever Ann was traveling, I’d arrange for her to stop by. After the first visit, I gave her a box of t-shirt blanks and told her to carry it in with her whenever she visited so she’d look like every other apparel vendor that stops by. She did, and no one was the wiser. And let me tell you, they were the best blow jobs I have ever received in my life. Judge me if you will, but it’s the oldest profession in the world and I was gladly taking part.
Everything was great until one day as I was pulling up my pants and getting ready to say goodbye to my BJ friend, the doorbell rang. I told her, not to panic and just say,
“Thanks for letting me show you some shirts today, Jack. I’ll swing by again soon.”
I opened the door, and she spoke her line to perfection as I said thanks and goodbye and saw that it was my neighbor’s daughter, Reina, who had rung my door bell. It was no oddity for her to stop by. She often did some cleaning and odd jobs for Ann to make extra money. As a starving college student, she needed the money and Ann loved the help, since she was always traveling. A 21-year-old Hispanic girl, Reina had grown into a knockout. What is it about Hispanic women who are 21 and look 26 year old centerfolds? They develop so fast! She had all the curves Ann lacked and a smile that gleamed in contrast with her ever-tanned skin. Having just blown my load, I was thankful that I did not have the energy for sexual thoughts. I simply said,
“Hi Reina. I didn’t know you were on break from school. Ann is traveling for another week. Did you stop by to see her?”
Reina looked at me quizzically and told me in a rather judgmental tone that she was actually here to see me. I invited her in and we sat in my office.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked. As an uneasy feeling settled ever so lightly onto me.
“I was wondering what you paid that girl?”
A bolt of shock seared through me and despite my attempt to seem calm and unaffected by her brazen question, I’m sure my wide eyes and blushing face belied the turmoil beginning to stir in me. I thought to myself, She’s talking about the shirts, right? She can’t know anything else, right?. I choked back my panic and said that I didn’t buy anything today. I already had enough supplies of the shirts she was showing. Reina looked me up and down with scorn in her eyes as I sat there wondering if my answer satisfied her. There was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation before she spoke again.
“Jack, I’m not referring to you buying t-shirts from her. I’m wondering how much she got paid for blowing you. I went around back like I usually do to take care of the garden for Ann when I saw your cock in her mouth.”
My stomach was in knots. I thought I was going to throw up. Panic gripped my entire body and I couldn’t form words. Then came Reina’s guesses…$100, $200?
“How much did you pay that whore to help you cheat on Ann, you piece of shit?”
I was literally frozen. I could not speak. The judgmental scorn coming from this young woman was deserved but so surreal and unnerving. I was trying to think of something I could say to make it all go away, but there was nothing. Reina interrupted my panicked search for words with,
“Ok then. I guess I’ll just tell Ann what I saw and you can tell her how much you paid.”
“$200,” I blurted out. “I paid her $200. Please don’t tell Ann. Please. I’m so sorry. This is personal anyway. It’s between Ann and me. It’s really none of your concern.”
“None of my concern?” She quipped. “Not until I saw it. Then it became all my concern. You are not just cheating on your wife, fucker, you are cheating on my friend.”
All I could do was keep saying how sorry I was, and beg her not to tell. That it would ruin my marriage if she found out and Ann would be devastated. I kept repeating sorry, please, sorry until I broke down and tears fell from my eyes. I covered my face with my hands in shame and began to rock and back and forth in a self-soothing motion.
“Now, now,” said Reina. “You didn’t murder anyone. You are not facing the death penalty here, but you should pay a steep price for what you’ve done.”
Just then, I saw what I thought was her angle! She wanted me to buy her silence. That’s ok by me! I’d pay whatever necessary to keep her quiet. I looked up from my hands with a tear-streaked, hopeful face and asked her how much money she wanted to keep quiet.
Reina glared at me with mischievous eyes and said, “I don’t want your money, Jack. I want your dignity. I want your pride. I want your ego. I want you reduced to a point where you will never do this again.”
I asked her how I was supposed to do that and she told me that I wouldn’t be giving her those things…she would be taking them from me. And with that she stood up and walked over to my open office door and said,
“Every day until Ann gets home, I will have some things for you to do. You will do them without hesitating or I’ll tell Ann. If you bitch, whine, moan, complain or do anything other than exactly what I ask of you, then I’m telling Ann. Is that understood?”
I had let go of all but the tiniest belief that there was a way out of this. I was wondering if I should just play the he said-she said card and tell Ann it was just a vendor and Reina was mistaken. I guess she sensed the wheels turning in my head: An ability she would soon display on many occasions. Reina pulled out her phone, and without saying a word, she showed me the final moments of the video she had just taken. The bobbing brown head of hair on my lovely BJ giver paused between my legs as I orgasmed. My face was clear as day. Damn the open floor plan remodel!!
“Is that understood?” She repeated with a stern delivery.
I shook my head affirming my acquiescence and she motioned for me to get up. She told me to come to my doorway and grab my pullup bar with both hands. (I had one of those bars that wedge in the door jamb for office pullup workouts. I can stand and grab ahold of it, but I have to kick my heels up to do the exercise) I stood with both feet on the ground and my hands firmly grasping the bar. I was facing out of my office and Reina was behind me, still inside.
She told me not to let go of the bar no matter what happens and I shook my head yes. Just then, I felt her soft ample breasts brush ever so teasingly against my back as her hands landed on my hips. I then felt her breasts push into my back as she reached around to the front of my pants and undid the button and zipper. I was a riot of emotions. Instant sexual arousal from this tanned goddess touching me mixed with shame and fear from what I had been caught doing and what was going to happen next. As she started to slide my pants down, I felt my body tense and start to fight the movement.
“If you bitch, whine, moan, complain…” she whispered into my ear and I quickly relaxed my legs to allow the pants to fall around my ankles. “Nice, no underwear. I’m sure that was for your whore, but for the rest of this week you will continue to go without. Is that understood?” I nodded my consent and tried like hell to limit the blood surging into my cock. But it was too late. Reina saw the beginnings of life stirring again in my just-sucked manhood and said,
“Let’s do something to get that under control, Jack. “A little pain should do.” She told me she was going to spank me repeatedly for cheating on Ann. In between each slap I had to say, “Please don’t tell my wife.” I was flush with embarrassment and shame, but also a hint of growing arousal that only fueled the charge of blood into my dick. I was silently praying for this all to be over when the first slap of her hand stung my left ass cheek. “Please don’t tell my wife” I managed to say just before another crack of her hand landed on the same cheek. “Please don’t tell my wife.”
This continued for a growingly painful 20 slaps on my left butt cheek, then she paused. I was definitely feeling the sting of 20 slaps and rightly assumed an assault on my right ass cheek was coming next. My cock had gone limp…thankfully…I think. Next, I felt her long nails lightly grazing the burned surface of my reddened ass cheek. Up and down. Up and down. Then, like the quenching waters of an island pool, her soothing breath blew a comforting breeze over my ass cheek. I was off balance again emotionally. I had moved from partial arousal to all pain and then to very aroused. In fact, I was fully sprung. Fuck! What was this gorgeous Latina doing to me?
Reina whispered again into my ear, “Ooh, I see little Jackie likes his punishment? I guess I have to be more brutal?”
“Please no” I whispered.
“Is that a complaint?” She asked.
“I’m sorry, Reina. No. I’m not complaining.”
“Please.” She said. “Say, ‘Please continue’.”
I closed my eyes and went against everything my mind was telling me and said, “Please continue.”
“Not very convincing. We’ll have to work on that” she said as the first of 20 slaps crashed into my right butt cheek. “Please don’t tell my wife” I said repeatedly as each blow landed. Again I went limp with the pain and again I sprung to full mast as she lightly brushed my cheek with her nails and blew on my beleaguered butt. I was fully reloaded. My cock twitched with every breath and it was all I could do not to start humping the air in front of me. I stood there in my humbled and humiliated state with my ass burning and a bead of pre cum crowning on the tip of my dick. Reina walked around in front of me and just stood there looking at me with a cross between prideful accomplishment and disgust.
She broke the awkward silence. “You are just full of cum aren’t you, Jack? No wonder you get blow jobs all the time. Well, the best way to make sure you don’t call someone and cheat again is to make sure there’s no cum in your balls, right? RIGHT?!”
“I…suppose?” I said confusedly, but apparently laced with a tinge of hopefulness that she quickly extinguished.
“Oh god, don’t get any big ideas. I’m never going to fuck you or blow you.” She quipped.
That was the second time she had read my mind in 30 minutes. Despite the humiliation and shame, I wanted this young beauty. My inner male pig was at full oink. But I knew it was not going to happen…nor should it.
My thoughts were interrupted by her next instruction. “Get on your knees.”
I got to my knees with my pants still around my ankles. My raging hard on, glistening with pre cum, told Reina everything she needed to know without me saying a word.
“Start jerking it. Get another load out so I know you won’t be calling any BJ girls tonight.”
I knelt there, ass burning, dick throbbing, reduced to a puddle of horniness and compliance. I was resolved to follow the instructions of my stunningly curvaceous Latina neighbor. I was looking down and hesitating when I heard her say, “Tick tock, tick tock” as she started tapping her shoe impatiently. Almost robotically, my jerking hand moved towards my anxious cock. Like a magnet pulling a piece of metal to its natural place, my hand wrapped around my desperate member and started pumping.
“Good boy. Spread that pre cum around and let’s get that jiz out of your cheating cock.”
I stared down at my handiwork, afraid to look at the beautiful 21-year-old goddess whose instructions I was following. If I didn’t look at her, maybe I could convince myself she wasn’t there. I was getting worked up and starting to let go of my inhibitions and build towards the orgasm I desperately needed. She sensed my fear of looking at her, and stripped me of that thin veil. “Now look me in the eyes and keep stroking until you cum. Don’t take your fucking eyes off mine.”
I begrudgingly looked up at caught her gaze. She towered over me. The humiliation enveloped me and I quickly passed the point of no return. My orgasm was imminent. Staring down in triumph and disgust, she knew my arousal was about to reach its peak. Locking with my eyes she said, “Give me that cum and say, ‘Please don’t tell my wife’ over and over until all of it is milked out onto the floor.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I squeezed my cock just below the head and began my shortened pumps that opened the flood gates and emptied my balls. I don’t know how many times I said it, but I kept blurting it out in tempo with my spurts of cum: “Please…don’t…tell…my…wife. Please…don’t…tell…my…wife.”
I was riding out my post-orgasmic twitches, still staring into her eyes as instructed when she walked over and crouched down to meet me face to face. She was inches from me and staring deeply into my eyes as if searching for something that might be lingering there. If she was seeking a trace of resistance, she would not find it. I was kneeling there with my hand still on my shrinking cock, staring into her eyes blankly as I said one last time, “Please don’t tell my wife.”
She leaned in even closer, closing the distance between us to fractions of an inch. I could feel her breath on my lips as I silently offered a half-hearted prayer for her to leave. She said, “Continue to do as you are instructed and I won’t tell your wife. You may think I’m a bitch or weird or whatever, but I am trustworthy and I keep my word.” Then she closed the final thin gap between us and lightly touched her lips to mine. They remained there briefly, in a tempting prelude to a kiss, but she stood up before it could materialize. “Clean up this mess and don’t jerk off tonight or in the morning. I will be here at noon tomorrow. Have a nice lunch ready for us leave the door unlocked so I can come in without knocking. Understood?”
I nodded and managed to get out the words, “Yes, I understand” before she turned and left.
PART 2
At 9:00am my phone buzzed with a text message. It was a video from Reina and her message said, “Just in case you think about backing out. See you at noon.” I clicked play and to my shock and horror, it was a video of me getting spanked and begging her not to tell my wife. I could clearly see myself and the living room beyond me. Ann would immediately recognize it. But Reina had cleverly edited it so that only her hand could be seen crashing down on my ass. Thankfully she had only filmed it from behind and stopped it before I was brought to my knees to finish. To be honest, I was torn between following her directions and confronting her with some sort of bargain or plea. The latter ran the risk of her immediately telling Ann. The former was no guarantee everything would be left alone when Ann returned. Could I trust Reina? I glanced again at the video. As I watched, my cock began to swell and I knew right away I’d be going along for the ride and not confronting her. I was without underwear like instructed and my cock was straining at my jeans as I watched her blows land on my ass. Just then, another text from Reina popped up. “Don’t you dare touch it!” She was reading my mind again.
As noon approached…I readied a couple chicken Caesar salads. With the premix bags these days, it was a relatively simple and quick job. I didn’t know what she wanted to drink, so I had a couple choices in the fridge staying cold as I sat at the dining table waiting for her to arrive. I had the odd feeling that I was nervously awaiting a first date, but I knew in my mind it was nothing of the sort. I wanted her to be happy so all of this would go as smoothly as possible and I could get back to my life. The thought of her saying something to Ann was always going to be there, but I had no other choice than to trust her and hope for the best. I just couldn’t take another ass pounding like a got yesterday. My butt cheeks still stung.
With military precision, Reina walked through my front door at noon, sauntered over to the table and sat at the place setting I arranged for her. I stood awkwardly like guys in restaurants on dates in that “Do-we-still-stand, I’m-sorta-standing” gesture. She approached and sat, then I reseated myself as she scooched her chair in. She was so beautiful. Her radiant brown skin glowed against the white spaghetti strap sun dress she had on. It was one of those beachy numbers that clung to the body, but left enough to the imagination to drive a man crazy. I did my best not to gawk and just looked at her waiting for an instruction or something. I really wasn’t sure what to say or do.
“Eat your salad, silly. You’re going to need the nourishment,” said Reina with a teasingly stern yet sultry emphasis on the word need. Then she continued… “When I’m finished eating, clean up the kitchen and meet me in the living room.”
I we sat and ate in silence and I tried to keep my eyes on my salad, but her sheer beauty just feet away from me across the table was a siren song to my eyes. I had prepared the excuse that I was just checking if she might need anything in case she commented, but she did not. I couldn’t get my mind off the ball-draining, soul-shattering orgasm she presided over yesterday. Pain, humiliation, fear and unbridled lust had combined to create the perfect sexual storm. I had never cum like that before and I was sitting there at the emotional crossroads of wanting this to be over soon and desperately hoping she would make me cum again…and again…and again. I had already been cheating on my wife, so that line was crossed. It was only a matter of what Reina had planned. The intrigue of more was beginning to outweigh the fear of her continuing.
After I cleaned the kitchen, I went to the living room to find Reina lounging sexily on the couch and fiddling with her pone. “Take off your clothes,” she mumbled without looking at me. Her words landed with their intended effect. Not that I hadn’t already crossed an uncrossable line with her, but this seemed to be a point-of-no-return type moment. I had no idea what was in store if I took my clothes off: Perhaps she would deliver more pain and certainly humiliation was on the menu. But not taking off my clothes meant an immediate call to my wife to out me for getting blow jobs behind her back. So…off came my clothes and I stood there vulnerable, nervous, and self-conscious as she ignored me and continued frittering away on her phone.
After an awkward and embarrassing minute or two just standing there, she tossed a small paper bag on the floor in front of me and simply said, “Put it on.” I reached in a pulled out a large pink collar with black bedazzles that spelled, “JACKIE” in all caps. There were two metal loops attached in the front, on either side of my name, and two more in the back evenly placed. I swallowed nervously and I was ashamed as I hurriedly fumbled with the clasp and put it around my neck. “And these.” She said, as she tossed a second bag and busied herself looking at her phone. They were matching pink mini collars it looked like. Smaller in circumference but wider and no bedazzles. They had clasps on one end. I was trying to figure out where they went when she finally looked at me and said, “They go on your wrists…are you going to be a difficult project today, Jackie?”
“No,” I said, and fastened them to my wrists as quickly as I could. I felt like an idiot: Standing naked in my living room in front of my Latina goddess neighbor with a pink collar and “wrist cuffs” as she would later refer to them. She looked me over, sighed then stood up and came over. She walked around me, eyeing me like a tiger circling its wounded prey. She stopped behind me and lightly traced my right arm with her soft hand from the shoulder down to my wrist. She took hold of my wrist and applied just enough upward pressure for me to get the hint I should raise my arm. As I raised it, she guided my hand to the back of my head and secured the cuff to my collar where the ring on that side was. She did the same to my left arm and my body was tingling. The lightest touch from her made me quiver with lust and excitement. I was a riot of sensation and emotion: exposed, secured, excited, terrified, hopeful and confused. She had a way of effortlessly putting me in a state of aroused turmoil, and once again my cock had sprung to life. It angered me that I was so turned on by Reina’s humiliations. I had a full erection and closed my eyes to try to think it away.
“You seem a little too eager for your daily dose of humble pie. Maybe I should just leave and let you think about what kind of a man you are…and what kind of man you’d like to become. And yes, I’m using the term ‘man’ very loosely.” With that, Reina fell silent and walked around in front of me and just looked me up and down. I was red hot with embarrassment and lust. I could feel a bead of pre cum building on the head of my twitching cock. I just kept my eyes closed and wondered if the next moment would be filled with some kind of pain or whether she would simply undo my wrists and leave. “Look at me,” she said. I opened my eyes and gazed at this astonishing young bronzed goddess. Her face tilted to the side and she slowly spun around displaying herself in her clingy, beachy sun dress. “What do you think?”
“You are impossibly beautiful,” I offered. She just shook her head and smiled.
“I know that, silly man. I meant what do you think? Should I leave and let you contemplate the errors of your way, or should I stay here and reinforce your path to improvement?” The progression was subtle, but this was an escalation. If I wanted more, I would have to ask for it, not just endure it. We both already knew by my raging hardon that I wanted more. The test here was could I overcome my desires and nip this whole charade in the bud. If I said she could leave, would she? And if she did, would that be it? That would be good right? Show her that I was sorry for cheating and not indulge in whatever sweet hell she had planned. It would be the correct answer to end this as quickly as possible, but I was consumed with a lust and curiosity that drove my next words…
“I…guess…you can stay,” I weakly offered. I was ashamed of myself. I was cheating on my wife again by basically asking Reina to stay and continue with whatever she had planned. It was one thing for Reina to demand that I comply with her punishments in exchange for her silence, but asking for it was crossing a line. I was sure that she would point that out and I would be punished harshly for it, but I was in lust with this young goddess. I have never orgasmed as intensely as I did the day before under her punishing gaze. I wanted that feeling again. I needed it.
“Be very careful what you wish for, Jackie. You may not always get exactly what you want.” She had a look of budding triumph and a glare in her eyes I couldn’t quite place. Uncertainty? Anger?…Hunger? “‘I guess you can stay.’ What does that mean, Jack?” She used my actual name, instead of Jackie, and it made the conversation and situation seem less like a game and very real. “You want to be spanked some more? You like being humiliated? You are a sex addict? You don’t respect your wife? You can’t control your urges? Tell me.” Her voice was calm but with a hint of venom behind the words.
It meant all of those I think. No, I don’t think that I wanted to be spanked or humiliated. Did I? I know I wanted to blow my load and feel the intensity of the orgasm she presided over yesterday. Did I need the pain or the humiliation to reach those heights? I didn’t know. What was happening to me? All I know is my cock was at full mast, dripping with pre cum and this goddess was the reason. My confusion turned to frustration. I did not know what to say…or I couldn’t say what I knew. I suddenly blurted, “I don’t know, Reina! You are confusing me. I don’t know!” I broke down in tears and started sobbing.
“Ahhhhh. There we go,” she said. “I just love a broken and desperate man. Are you confused and frustrated? Afraid to leap into the abyss? Do you want my help? Just nod your head, my pet. I know you can’t talk when you are crying.”
I nodded. I was lost. Completely confused and consumed by a lust I had never known. My tears continued as she walked over to me and grabbed me by my raging, dripping erection. “Come with me,” she said as she pulled me by my desperate member and I walked behind her, hands still locked behind my head. She guided me to the living room window. The blinds were down and closed, but as we all know, one tug on the line and they would swing open, exposing me to any curious-eyed neighbor who glanced this way. She stood beside me, one hand on the cord that opened the blinds and one had still wrapped around my aching member. Pre cum was everywhere. I was dripping like a leaky faucet as I tried to stop sobbing and get ahold of myself.
Reina then slowly and seductively spread my pre cum all over my leaking and desperate cock and started expertly stroking it. My tears abated and my hap hazard sobs morphed into a smooth rhythm in my hips. I began matching her strengthening strokes by thrusting into her hand. I began to moan and she whispered into my ear, “I’ve brought you to the edge, my pet, but you have to do the leaping.” I was about to blow when she commanded, “Beg me to open the blinds or I’ll stop.” I was standing there naked, in front of my living room window with my hands secured behind my head by a pink collar and wrist cuffs. If she opened the blinds, I would be helplessly exposed to anyone who looked my way. It would ruin me and whatever chance my marriage had left to survive. Yet there I was, feverishly humping the hand of this goddess and chasing another monumental orgasm. I was seconds away and I did not want her to stop. I threw all caution to the wind, closed my eyes and yelled, “Please open the blinds, please open the blinds, please open the blinds!” I stopped caring about anything in the world except her hand and the intense orgasm that washed over me repeatedly. Nothing existed except her hand and my cock. I shot out a massive load of ball-draining sperm as she expertly stroked just to the lower part of the head of my cock keeping the orgasm going along without overstimulating me. As the final shudders faded away, I opened my eyes to observe the humiliation waiting for me through my window: But the blinds were still closed.
I was again confused and wondering what was going to happen. I stood there twitching in her hand as my cock began Its post-orgasmic retreat. Reina interrupted my reverie with “If you are willing to expose yourself to the world for me, you just might prove useful. But don’t worry. I have no intention of ruining you.” She unhooked my cuffs from the collar then turned and walked to the front door saying, “Keep your phone handy. I’ll send you instructions.”
PART 3
I stood there looking down at the puddle of my jizz. I was still tingling…yes, tingling…from another life-altering orgasm delivered by Reina. I was now actively participating in a sex game of sorts with the neighbor’s 21 year-old daughter. What started as punishment in exchange for her silence after she caught me getting a blow job from an escort, had begun to morph into something else. I wanted her attention…no, I was desperate for her attention. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I was falling under her spell. As I took my pink wrist cuffs and collar off, I tried to organize my thoughts about my wife, Ann, and how my new situation with Reina would affect my marriage. I loved Ann and we had a good friendship and childless marriage by choice. But she could not, nor has she ever come close, to delivering the kind of orgasms Reina had given me in past two days. Every ounce of my being was aching for her touch and I was willing to do whatever she instructed to keep her coming around.
My wife was due back Saturday from her latest travels with the airlines. It was now Wednesday and I had no idea what to do. Do I just tell her? Do I keep it a secret and hope Reina doesn’t tell? What does Reina want? I could not picture Reina and I continuing down the path we were on when my wife got home, so like I said, I was trying to organize my thoughts and imagine the path forward. At the end of the day, Reina would likely be dictating what would come to pass, but I was stressed by the unknowns.
I cleaned my jizz puddle and straightened up a bit before getting back to my office and finishing a few work items I had planned for the day. It was hard to concentrate in there, because my mind kept going back to the spanking I received and the humiliation of jerking myself off to climax in front of her. Two days had passed, but it felt like I had experienced a year of emotions. I struggled, but found enough energy to focus and finish the tasks I had set out for my work day. I was closing the books and shutting things down when my phone buzzed.
I looked to see a message from Reina: “I need to talk to you, Jackie. Make me some dinner and sit on the floor naked next to my chair. I’ll be there at 6:00pm.” Just reading her text had my exhausted, but fully satisfied cock leaping back to life. I pushed thoughts of more sexual deviance from my mind and focused on getting a nice dinner ready for her. I got some chicken in the oven, my favorite bachelor dish of lemon pepper marinade and some veggies over a bed of rice. I had learned to cook for myself over the years since my wife, Ann, was always traveling half the month as a flight attendant. Hey, anyone can bake a chicken breast and set it on top of Uncle Bens microwave rice. Too easy!
I ran upstairs and removed my clothes as the chicken baked. When everything was on her plate with a glass of water, I sat naked on the dining room floor next to her chair. I felt both ashamed and proud that I had followed her directions and completed the task she set out for me. What was I doing?! What was I becoming!? How degraded and humiliated could a man be!? I remembered the boys in school who the cute girls teased mercilessly and then for some reason the boys gladly did the homework for the cuties. Was I becoming one of them? All I could think about was placating Reina so she would continue to come around and I might possibly get…I don’t know…more of her in some way. I was becoming obsessed with her beauty. I wasn’t sure how far down the path I was, nor how far I wanted to go.
I was lost in thought when she sauntered through the front door and planted herself on the chair next to me. She dove in for a bite or two as I looked up at her from the floor hoping for a compliment. Without looking at me, she just muttered, “Suck on your thumb.” I brought my thumb to my mouth in shame. The act shot waves of embarrassment through me and I immediately hung my head as I sucked. “Head up. Eyes on me when I give you a task, understood?” I looked up at her, nodding in comprehension, and she briefly glanced down at me with a bemused but satisfied look. She continued to eat and I suffered the horror of this indignity with a growing shame inside me. But, as usual, that shame and humiliation at the hand of Reina sent a signal to my cock and it twitched back to life. A grown man, sitting naked on the floor next to his neighbor’s 21-year old Latina goddess. I had made her dinner as she instructed, I was sucking my thumb and my dick was signaling to both of us that it was ok.
She said nothing more as she ate, then surprised me by standing up and clearing her place. I was expecting to be told to do that. I was learning that nothing with Reina was predictable. “Now let’s make you a little treat for being such a good boy,” she said, as she reached into the fridge and grabbed a stick of butter. She put it in the microwave and set her plate on the floor next to me. A few remnants of her dinner were still there. She had not cleaned it off. Some rice and little pieces of chicken were scattered around messily. The microwave chimed and she retrieved the butter. What the hell snack was she making me? It had only been a few seconds, and I could see the butter was softened but not melted as she unwrapped the waxy paper and told me to get up to my knees. She scooted her plate under my now fully erect cock and said, “Butter up that eager dick of yours and cum on the plate. Don’t miss!”
I took the butter with my left hand and began spreading around on my dick. It felt so good; Slippery, warm, gooey. As my left hand quickly got me on a path to orgasm, I dutifully kept sucking the thumb on my right hand. “Hurry up, Jackie, I don’t have all night,” came Reina’s encouraging words. I humped my hand furiously and looked her in the eye until I felt the impending spurts of joy reach the tip of my dick. She looked down at me with a combination of surprise and enjoyment. I bent over and groaned loudly as I came, making sure to get it all onto the plate. Only as I squeezed the last few drops out did I realize what was happening. I was too wrapped up in the humiliation and bliss of orgasm to connect the dots. I knelt there, thumb in mouth and cum on her plate looking into her beautiful brown eyes. She tilted her head, smiled and said, “Oooooh, yummy!” I looked down at the messy plate of leftover food and my sperm then back up into her angelic face. “Think of it this way, at least you get to take your thumb out of your mouth.”
She sounded almost gleeful. To my horror, I bent down to eat my cum and her leftovers. I did not protest. I did not hesitate. I was resigned to the task and choked back any emotion that would cause me delay. I worked my way around the plate trying to get some of the tiny bits of food remaining to mix in with my pungent seed on every taste. I did not like it, it was gross, but it wasn’t going to kill me. As I worked away, she let out a talking chuckle, “Lick it clean.” She sounded positively delighted. Instead of feeling disgusted by the task, I lapped at the plate enthusiastically. I had a sense of accomplishment that I had brought some joy to her. I was happy that she was happy.
When she was satisfied that I had lapped up enough of my own cum and her leftovers, she grabbed the plate and took it to the sink to rinse it off. I stared longingly at her perfect ass as it jiggled tightly but softly under her sun dress. “Clean yourself up and meet me in the living room,” she said. I got off my aching knees and brushed past her on my way to the sink. Just the slight touch of her sun dress gliding over my skin set my body on fire. I washed my hands and tried to pull myself together as best I could before meeting her in the living room. She had taken up her usual spot on the couch and was sitting there, positively radiant, as I rounded the corner and hesitantly entered my own damn living room. “I’ll let you sit on the couch next to me. Would you like that?” I nodded yes and walked my naked body over to her and sat where she indicated with a playful pat of the cushion.
“Jack, I don’t think this is only about you trying to earn my silence any more, is it?” I shrugged and paused, then shook my head in shame. It started as a punishment from Reina but had quickly become my new obsession, a growing addiction and was invading every thought in my mind. I couldn’t really explain it, but when a man jerks himself off and eats it for a woman without hesitating, there’s more there than meets the eye. We both knew it had moved to another level and I guess we needed to talk about it. I felt that I was on that part of the river where you’re still able to paddle to the side and get out, but the current was quickening; Any further and I’d be over the falls. “It’s ok, sweetie. I know how desperately men want me and I’ve seen them go to great lengths in their attempts. No one has eaten his sperm for me before, but that’s not exactly a crime now is it,” she said as she reached out and rubbed my leg reassuringly. I felt like a kid who had done something wrong and my teacher was reassuring me because she saw potential. “You’ve been living a secret life for years now, she continued. What difference would it make if your secret life continued…shall we say…in a different direction?”
I thought about what she was saying. There she was, sitting next to me smiling. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen up close and she was telling me she wanted to continue to lead me down a sexually deviant path to who knows where. I thought about Ann. It’s true, I had been living a secret life and continuing to cheat on her wasn’t the issue. I had already made my peace with that. Reina was like some kind of highly addictive drug. I think my biggest fear was taking too many hits and not being able to quit. What then? Having a secret sex life was one thing, but losing all control to this goddess would one day ruin my marriage. There was no escaping that. And what potential danger was there to my business? I was playing with fire.
“I suppose it wouldn’t make a difference from the cheating standpoint, but I’m worried whatever you have planned will ruin my marriage.”
“What kind of marriage do you have? Is it what you always dreamed of? Are you happy and fulfilled by it? How does Ann feel about it? Would one of you be devastated if the other wanted a divorce? Or do you think there would actually be a sigh of relief? Hell, she’s gone half of every month. Who knows, maybe she’s out there flying the friendly skies with a pilot’s dick in her mouth.”
The thought of Ann cheating on me had never occurred. Male ego I guess. But Reina was right in one respect: I have no idea what she is doing or who she might be doing while she is away. Still, I know our friendship is strong. There’s no denying that. We rely on each other for certain things and we have a comfortable, safe, albeit passion-deficient marriage. I sat there pondering it all and trying to reconcile the reward with the risk. Reading my mind once more, Reina said, “Some things are worth the risk. Look at me.” I looked into her beautiful eyes and she seductively slid her sun dress off one shoulder then the other. She sat there with a playful pout and glanced down briefly at her cleavage which had been slightly exposed. My eyes instinctively followed the silent invitation to indulge in her beauty. I was locked on her ample cleavage wondering what perfect treasure might be inches from being revealed when she slowly pulled the stretchy top of her dress down another inch…then another…a slight pause…then all the way down until her perfect breasts were completely exposed to me. I stared in wonder as they heaved up and down with her breathing. I had never seen such lovely tits. Her areola were perfectly round and slightly darker in color than her ever-tanned skin. And to my amazement, her swollen, erect nipples were signaling to me that she wanted this too. I began to lean hesitantly closer to them, wanting them, hoping she was offering them to me. She said nothing as I slowly got closer and closer. I was inches away, and just when I could smell her beautiful skin, she placed her hand on my head and gently pushed me away.
“Some things need to be earned, Mr.” Her voice was kind and alluring. I felt as though I was the mouse, she was the trap and her irresistible beauty was the cheese. She pulled her dress back over her tits and adjusted them. “I take that eager look on your face as a ‘yes,’ you’d like to see where this path leads?” I looked her in the eyes and nodded my agreement. “Well then, you have two more days before Ann returns. If you can convince me you are all in, I’ll consider moving forward.”
I was scared to continue, but crushed that there was still a chance she might not. Was she bluffing? I saw her nipples. Nipples don’t lie, right? Isn’t this what she wanted? She smiled knowingly as the expression on my face belied my inner turmoil. She got up and gestured for me to stay. I followed her with my eyes as she went to the door. She stopped half way out as if she forgot something and looked back at me. In the most seductively authoritative voice I have ever heard, she said, “Remember…no touching.” Then she blew me a kiss and left.
PART 4
I had no idea how to “Prove” to Reina that I was becoming helplessly addicted to the way she treated me and the mind-numbing orgasms that came with it. She was like a crack dealer, as long as there was a high at the end of whatever she was dishing out, I was along for the ride. I was completely hooked. Fear of what she might do to me had turned to fear she might stop doing things to me. I was desperate to please her and keep her coming back. But what was I going to do about Ann? I guess cheating is cheating and I already crossed that line, but this was cheating with the neighbor’s daughter, and greatly increased the chances of the secret getting out and ending my marriage. The mere absurdity of continuing this with Reina should have been enough for me to end it. It was a dead end street to disaster, but all I wanted to do was push my foot down on the gas.
I cleaned up and went to bed. My sleep was bullied by the conflict between not wanting to hurt Ann and desperately needing Reina. The unconscious debate that raged in my head while I slept had resolved me to do whatever Reina wanted and trust that she would make everything ok. It was a leap of faith I had to take to continue down the intoxicating path with her. I was up and about and getting my day going when she burst through the door without warning. “Get over here,” she demanded, and I darted to the living room where she stood in her morning jogging clothes. “When I enter this house you will immediately hurry over to greet me and see what I need. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Reina.” I said it quickly and earnestly, hoping to win her approval.
She continued, “Take off my shoes and socks and lick my feet clean.”
I hurried to the ground and began untying her shoes and removing her socks. I was overjoyed at the opportunity to finally touch this goddess of a young woman, but I wasn’t too sure I was going to like licking her sweaty feet. It was a demeaning act, but one I happily indulged in to prove that I wanted this to continue. Once her shoes and socks were off I began licking the top of her left foot in slow, sensual movements. “You are not making love to me, you idiot, you are cleaning my feet. Quickly, I don’t have all day.” She stood there with both feet flat on the ground and I redoubled my effort to please her with strong, fast laps at the top and sides of both feet. I even crawled around behind her to lick her heels. “That’s better, now the bottoms.” She bent her left leg at the knee and I began quickly licking the entire surface of the bottom of her foot. When I finished to her satisfaction, she presented her right foot and I dutifully lapped away at it. I was in heaven. I was touching this goddess! I didn’t care how degrading it was, I was literally thrilled to be tasting her flesh and making her happy. “Not bad at all, Jackie. You have potential. But you still haven’t cleaned between my toes.” I had been avoiding that thinking it would be the smelliest part of her foot after her morning run. But I was not going to stop now. I crawled back around in front of her and looked up as she lifted her left foot towards my face. I supported her heel so she wouldn’t have to strain as she said, “A couple sucks on each to will do. I’m in a hurry. Lick in between them before moving to the next.” I took her big toe into my mouth and sucked greedily, but briefly then licked between and moved to her next toe. I repeated this to her apparent approval, as she lifted her right foot for me to continue without saying anything. As I got to her third toe and almost finished she said, “It’s like I have ten little dicks for you to suck. Aren’t you lucky?” I just nodded yes and continued my task to completion.
When I was finished, she put her socks and shoes back on and told me she did not require breakfast today. Her parents had something to talk about with her. Just the mention of her parents made my stomach turn. We did not do much together, but how could I look them in the eye the next time I saw them? I was going to have to learn to burry these feelings and put on an act or I would definitely blow it. Reina said, “I told them I’m doing a lot of thing over here in preparation for Ann’s return, so don’t get all worked up, my pet.” She called me pet. I liked that. And she was reassuring me, taking care of me, in a way, and it felt good. I liked the way she seemed in control of any situation and never stressed. “It goes without saying that you cannot touch your dick without my permission, but I wanted to reiterate that. It’s mine now. I decide when you get pleasure, is that understood?”
“Yes, Reina,” I said sadly. My cock had sprung to life again during my foot licking and I was hoping it would get some kind of attention.
“You are delightfully pathetic, you know. It’s a quality I’m actually attracted to. So be a good boy and we’ll see about tending to that desperate boner of yours later.”
I shook my head in the affirmative and a toothless smile spread across my face. She gave a sideways glance an amused chuckle as she headed for the door.
I wondered what her parents had to talk about. I was worried it was going to be, “You are spending too much time over there,” but Reina had said not to get worked up. Everything was under control. I got into my office and set about my daily routine: Answering emails, checking the web site, pushing out social media posts to drive traffic. My business was ok. I brought in about $75,000 per year, so I was able to quit the day job and actually focus full time on the clothes sales. I was generally happy with my work life, and with what Ann made as a flight attendant, we always had plenty of cash for whatever. As I worked, my mind kept drifting off to thoughts of Reina and how utterly addicted I was. She was intoxicating, terrifying, and erotic at the same time, which I’m pretty sure was exactly her intent.
Around 3:00pm a text from Reina buzzed in, “Hey, interesting talk with my folks. I’ve been on the phone with Ann, I need to speak with you.”
“Sure, what time?” I replied.
“Any time I fucking want, Jack. You just make sure you are always ready to drop what you are doing and tend to me, understood?!”
“Of course, Reina. I’m sorry.” I replied, but the text string died there. I finished up in the office and did a little in-house workout to help pass the time, then showered and changed into some house clothes: My version is cutoff shorts made from sweat pants and a loose-fitting tank top. I had become completely absorbed in waiting on Reina and time was ticking by slowly and painfully. I ached to be in her presence. It was 7:30pm and every tick of the clock was like a dart to my soul. Eventually, I flopped on the couch to watch a show and distract myself. Just when I was getting into it, the door popped open and Reina came in. I turned the TV off quickly, but not so fast that it looked like I was hiding something. I stood and greeted her, “Hello, Reina, is there anything you need?”
“Bring me a glass of white wine and sit on the floor in front of me.” I hurried off to do so and came back with her wine. She was a picture of perfection sitting there with her brown skin and perfect curves set against the white couch. I handed her the wine and sat on the ground in front of her as instructed. “So, my parents have to move…and quickly. My dad got a promotion.” My heart sank, my gut turned over inside of me. Just when I was on board for this sexual magical mystery tour, it appeared fate had intervened to save me from myself. I was confused and feeling a whirlwind of separate emotions. Sadness, relief, missed opportunity, disaster avoided…I was trying to focus on which I felt most when Reina spoke again. “Like I said, I’ve been on the phone with your wife and we had a good chat. I told her about my dad’s promotion and she said that maybe I could move into your guest room until my classes start up again. My parents are cool with it, but Ann said it’s your decision…which really means it’s my decision, doesn’t it.”
“Yes, Reina” I said with a stiffening cock and hope filling the empty pit of my stomach. “But…”
“Yes, I know…what happens with you and how do we continue your progress with Ann here,” Reina interrupted. The matter of fact way she delivered the words was both chilling and exciting. She said it contemplatively as if I weren’t even in the room. “I’m sure I’ll figure something out if I decide to move in.”
“You haven’t decided, Reina?” I asked meekly.
“Well, it’s a big task training a pet like you and I have my studies to think about. Maybe I should just find a roommate and move to campus before my next semester starts.” Her college was in Arizona. It was probably a two-hour flight and I was so consumed with the thought of being with her that it hadn’t crossed my mind she would have to move back to school at the end of summer any way. But if she moved in, we would have 2 more months to head down the rabbit hole. I was doing all the calculations in my head, and I was desperately hoping for her to decide to move in when she broke through my contemplations, “I suppose if you begged me to move in I’d consider it” came her playful words. I sensed she was liking the control she had over me and didn’t want it to end yet either.
“Please, Reina. Please move in I beg you.”
“And I suppose if you showed me how desperate you were for me to be here, I’d consider it.”
“Anything, Reina. I’ll do anything to show you. Please move in.”
“Careful, my pet, ‘anything’, is a broad brush for me to paint with.”
“Please Reina, please, what do I have to do to get you to move in?”
“I need complete control of this situation with you, me and your wife under the same roof. I can’t have you acting like an idiot, tipping her off or flat out confessing your sexual addiction to me. That’s what it is, isn’t it, Jackie? Are you addicted to me?”
“I think…yes…I don’t know, Reina. What do you want from me?” I offered desperately.
“Your complete submission, of course. I want to own you.” Her eyes bored through me and I could tell she was deadly serious. I was trembling with excitement and fear. How far would she push this and how far would I allow it to go…if I had any say in the matter?” I wasn’t sure what it all meant, I just muttered back weakly,
“Ok, Reina.”
“Not exactly the enthusiastic response I was looking for, but I think you mean it. I think you want this, but I think you are on the fence. I need you to leap head first onto my side. I want something so damaging for you that if it got out, you would be ruined. Not just your marriage. Those come and go. I want something that if it got out, your business would suffer too. Your family would disown you and your neighbors would shun you. I want leverage that keeps you moving down the path I pave for you. But you have to offer that to me. I’m not going to pull you off the fence, you must leap. You must put yourself in this predicament willingly.”
“Reina? What are you doing to me? What do you want? Why would you want to ruin me?” I semi-sobbed the words out to her delight.
“I don’t want to ruin you. I just don’t want to put a bunch of effort into this only to have you quit, run away, or try to end it on your terms. I need to have all the control, or this won’t work. You will have to trust me. The more you trust, the better it will be for you.” Then she smiled and said, “Tell me you want me to film you begging me to own you. Show me you want to lock yourself in a cage and willingly toss away the key. Give yourself to me completely. Give me that leverage and I will show you just how far the rabbit hole goes.” She had slid off her shoe and was caressing my cock to life with it over my shorts. “Get on your knees and ask me to film you, if that is what you want. Or we can stop here and I won’t move in.”
I was horrified, speechless, scared…and more turned on than I have ever been in my life. Pre cum was staining my shorts, and as I hesitantly got to my knees she saw the look of abject fear in my eyes. “Don’t be afraid, my pet. You want this. You need this. And I enjoy it. Don’t worry about Ann, I will handle the situation. You just have to trust me that I won’t ruin you unless you disobey me or try to end this before I say so. I decide when this ends, not you. Understood?”
I shook my head yes and knelt there in my shorts as she continued to tease my cock with her foot. “Now, what it’s gonna be? This may be the last decision you ever make…if you’re lucky.” She said with a flirtatious smile and a lick of her lips. I began to grind into her foot as she continued to tease my cock. “I see we have one yes vote” Reina said playfully.
“Yes. You can film me, Reina.”
“Clothes off, quickly.” Her tone quickly moved from playful to commanding and I got out of my clothes as she grabbed her phone. “I want you to give me your full name and tell me that you are doing this of your own free will. You are pledging your service to me. Giving all decision-making authority to me, and that I now own you. Use your own words but get that all in there while you stroke. When you cum, you will cum onto my foot then ask my permission to clean your mess. Understood?”
I saw what she meant by having something on me. If a video like that made its way around to my family, neighborhood web boards and social media, I would be ruined. I got back onto my knees after removing my clothes and knelt in front of her with my raging erection. It was so hard it seemed it was trying to leap off my body and be with her. I didn’t care. She had me drunk with lust and humiliation was her cocktail of choice. She held the camera up and said, “Go ahead and start. Make me proud, Jackie. I’m filming in 3…2…1…”
I began rubbing my dick slowly. I looked into the phone’s camera and somehow the knowledge I was sealing my own fate drifted to a dark, quiet corner of my mind. I was focused on my task now and I wanted to make Reina proud of me. “My name is Jack Allen Stafford, I no longer own my own cock. I am giving it to Reina. She owns me and I have given myself willingly. She is my goddess and my world. She makes all my decisions…” as I spoke the words, my body responded and my jerking quickened. I was quickly approaching an orgasm. Yes, that quickly! She had teased me twice today and I was ready to explode when she walked through the door earlier. “I’m pledging my service to Reina. She controls me. I live for her. I’m devoting myself to her happiness.” My orgasm had arrived and I yelled out as spurt after spurt of my seed landed on her beautiful foot. “REINA, REINA, REINA…I LOVE YOU!!!”
I was panting and trying to compose myself so I could finish my task to her liking. I started to lean down to eat my cum, when I remembered her instructions. “Reina, may I please clean up my mess for you?” She nodded and continued to record my actions as I leaned forward to lick my seed off her foot. Without being told, I also licked up the few drops that had slid off onto the hardwood floor. I was lost in a dizzying post-orgasmic fog as I knelt there in front of her. “Good boy.” She said slowly and clearly, still recording. “Now tell the world one more time who owns you as I zoom in.”
I waited a few seconds for her to zoom in. As I knelt there panting and still trying to regain my composure I looked at the goddess behind the lens. I was lost to her. She was perfect and if she wanted me to be her pet, so be it. I was hers. She was smiling a victorious grin and raised her eyebrows in a “Well, get on with it” gesture. I focused back on the camera, caught my breath and said in a resolved tone, “Reina owns me.”
PART 5
She was gone as quickly as she had appeared and I was left limp and defeated on my own living room floor. I regretted allowing her to film me. That was leverage I should not have given up, but the thought of her stopping her sweet torment was unbearable.
The next day she again walked through the door after her morning jog. I hurried to the living room to greet her. She was absolutely stunning in her leggings. They left nothing to the imagination and it took all my strength not to stare at her ass every chance I got. God, I wanted to touch it. It was perfectly round. It jiggled ever so slightly and gave me the impression that it was not a muscle butt, but rather the tight, soft squeezable female ass of every man’s dreams. I was dizzy with lust when she said, “I’m not staying. I’m busy today. I want you to go to the adult store on 5th and ask the girl with the red pony tail if she has a good lube for men who masturbate a lot. She’s a friend of mine, so if you don’t ask in that way she will tell me. Do what she says and buy what she tells you to buy, understood?” I said, “Yes” as she turned for the door and I watched her perfect ass sashay across my living room. She quickly spun around on her way out and caught me staring. She shook her head with a wry smile and said, “My ass should charge your eyes back rent for all the time they’ve been on it. Maybe I’ll have you spend some time down there and work it off instead. I haven’t decided.” With that, she was gone.
I hurried through my morning routine in the office and planned to head out for lunch and stop by the adult store to do as Reina had instructed. It was going to be humiliating asking that question to a complete stranger, and I was praying no one else would be around. I had never been inside the place, but I’d been by it. It’s a small brick building painted all black with sexy red lips and the words “Love Shack Adult Toys and Games” painted on it. There were only a couple cars in the parking lot when I pulled in, thank god. My heart was racing and I was extremely nervous, but after that little ass tease from Reina, I was definitely heading in. I just needed to build up the courage. I took a deep breath and left the car.
It was surprisingly well-lit on the inside. I guess I was thinking it would be dim so people wouldn’t be embarrassed walking around looking at all the stuff. There were giant dick dildos, sexy little outfits in packages, racks of movies, and a wall of little vibrator things. There were even different colored male and female torsos with buttholes, vaginas and dicks prominently displayed. As I stood just inside the doorway and tried to take it all in, my eyes found a lighted cabinet with bottles that looked like they might be lubricant so I headed that way. As far as I could tell, I was the only customer in there, and there was no sign of anyone with a red pony tail. The lube cabinet was locked, so I stood there reading the different bottles’ labels. They all started sounding the same and I was feeling a little awkward just standing there when I heard the entry bell chime. I glanced over to see some burly, leather jacket dude come strolling in confidently like he owned the place. Maybe he did. I was really hoping he wasn’t shopping for lube. If he was standing there when I asked my question, I’d be mortified. I’m not even sure I could go through with it. Thankfully, he wandered over to the movies.
I had been there about 15 minutes and was starting to wonder how this place stayed in business with its lack of customer service. Then I heard a door down the hall close and footsteps approaching. When the young lady rounded the corner I about fainted. It was her. The girl with the red pony tail. I guess a part of me was hoping this was all a prank, but that thought faded quickly as reality strode towards me. She was a white girl, maybe late 20s, wearing black leggings and a tight white blouse. She had shiny black hair pulled back tightly into a candy apple red pony tail. It reminded me somewhat of a black widow spider. Her stiletto shoes and lipstick were the same shade of red. Her breasts were very large and her cleavage was visible, but not so much that her overall appearance was slutty. In fact, she looked quite professional aside from the top button on her blouse that was holding on for dear life and straining to contain her bountiful bosom. Her long, toned legs covered the ground between us quickly where I discovered she was a good two inches taller than me in her heels. I looked at her and saw that her angelic face was highlighted with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They looked like tiny swimming pools and I was drowning in them when she spoke.
“I’m so sorry for the delay. I saw you on the monitor, but we just got a shipment of product, so I thought I’d do some inventory while you looked around.” Her voice was younger-sounding than she looked, if you know what I mean. It had a child-like quality about it, but it was mature and friendly as well. It gave her an innocent air that contrasted with her strikingly sensual good looks. “Did you need help finding something?” I woke from my reverie and was instantly sober with fear as I remembered the task at hand. I was about to ask my question, when leather jacket guy appeared out of nowhere and asked,
“Hey, when are you getting some new girl on girl movies?”
“I’m sorry, sir, this gentleman was here first. I’ll be with you in a moment.” She was instantly, yet politely in charge.
“Oh…yeah, ok,” said the cave man.
Then she looked into my soul and I could discern the slightest glint of evil pleasure dancing in her innocent eyes when she asked, “Do you have any questions for me?” I realized she knew who I was by the tone in her voice and just my luck I had to deliver my line in front of Conan.
I did my best to speak softly but clearly, “Do you have a good lube for men who masturbate a lot?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” she said.
“Do you have a good lube for men who masturbate a lot” I repeated a little louder as a half grunt, half chuckle came from the dude behind me.
She shot a look at leather jacket guy. Her eyes narrowed like a panther focusing and preparing to pounce. “Excuse me, sir? Are you laughing at my customer? That’s a form of harassment. Do I need to call security?
“No, hey…uh, whatever lady. Geez” Conan was instantly on the defensive and I felt protected by this warrior goddess. It was emasculating. I just stood there slump-shouldered as she hammered away at him.
“The new lesbian porn you want to watch will be here next week. Anything else before you go?”
There was a pause as if he was considering “Counter-punching” and dragging this out, but thankfully he thought better of it and just grunted, “Naw,” before slowly walking out. I did not turn to look. I just keep my eyes on the ground praying this horrible moment would end.
“I apologize for his rudeness and any embarrassment it may have caused you,” she said. Then she reached out and put her hand under my chin and tilted my head back up. She looked into my eyes and said, “There’s nothing wrong with masturbating…as long as you’ve been given permission.” I shuddered. Whoever this woman was, she and Reina had been talking. I was mortified. My face flushed red, I closed my eyes briefly and swallowed hard. Her fingers remained on my chin, preventing me from averting her gaze and hiding my shame. She looked at me blankly and asked, “Would you like to see our premium lubricants…for men who masturbate a lot?” Her emphasis on the second part of that sentence sent hot shards of embarrassment ripping through me. I nodded weakly as she removed her fingers from under my chin and said, “Follow me.” She spun around and headed back down the hall she came from. I stared at her perfect bubble butt for a moment then meekly followed, eyes locked on the refined sway of her posterior perfection.
She opened a door and gestured for me to enter. I did, and she followed, closing the door gently behind us. The room was dimly lit with red, glowing light that emanated from seemingly everywhere, but I couldn’t see any actual lights. My eyes adjusted and I could see chairs, tables and I guess what you’d call a stool or something. Everything was covered in black leather and had shiny rivets on it. There were cabinets all around the room and a big chair in the front. She walked over to a cabinet, waved me over and opened it. There were lots of lube bottles in there. “You should use a lube best suited to your penis” she offered. Show me what you are working with.” My eyes shot open wide and I froze momentarily, but then I remembered Reina telling me to do whatever she said and buy whatever she told me to, so I slowly unzipped my pants and worked my half-mast cock through the gap. “Good pets don’t hesitate. I see you still need practice. Is that any way to present yourself to me? Pants and underwear around your ankles.”
I unbuttoned by pants and dropped them and my underwear down to the floor around my ankles. I was standing there, exposed to this sexy stranger and my cock started springing to life. I was at 3/4 mast when she looked down and tilted her head thoughtfully. “I think one of these will do,” she said and grabbed 3 bottles from the cabinet and closed it. Which one would you like to try first, “Pussy Whipped, Totally Pussy Whipped, or Forever Pussy Whipped?” Again, humiliation tore through me as I attempted to reason which one I should choose.
“I guess, Pussy Whipped.”
“No, I don’t think so,” she said. “I think you are already Totally Pussy Whipped and it’s just a matter of time before you become Forever Pussy Whipped. Let’s start with ‘Totally’ and see what happens.” My humiliation was at its zenith. I was an object, not a man. I was standing in front of this beautiful woman with a raging erection, and I was going to masturbate for her to determine the best lube. “Over here,” she said and gestured to the large chair in front. I hobbled over there the best I could with my pants around my ankles. When we got to the chair, she placed one of the stool things in front of it, told me to get naked and sit on it. Free of my clothing, I looked at the stool thing. The only way to really sit on it was to kneel and straddle it. As I settled onto it she asked, “What do you think? Pretty comfy yes?” I agreed and she continued, “I think it would be a great addition to a Totally Pussy Whipped person’s house, yes?” I agreed, knowing that I’d have to make the purchase later.
“Ok,” she said, “Let’s give that lube a try. I see Reina’s penis is eager for attention.” The comment didn’t get passed me. Reina’s Penis: More humiliation, more blood rushing to my aching dick and I didn’t care. She squirted the lube into my hand and I started spreading it around and stroking. It felt awesome. So slippery and smooth. There was zero friction and my cock felt like it was in heaven. This was some lube! I pumped away as she stood there looking down at my antics. I hit a rhythm and started to feel the pull of the current that would take me over orgasm falls when she said, “STOP!”
“Were you really going to cum without asking? Who’s dick is that?”
“Reina’s”
“That’s right. It’s Reina’s now. Not yours. But you don’t seem to understand that, Mr.”
“I’m sorry. May I please make Reina’s dick cum? Please?”
“I don’t need your pathetic begging. If Reina’s dick is going to cum, it’s going to cum the way I want it to, understood.” I nodded. “Stand up,” she said. “Now let’s see how Forever Pussy Whipped feels.” I stood up with my hand still on my engorged cock and she said, “Let go of Reina’s property.” I released my…Reina’s…desperate member (It was hard wrapping my head around that concept). She fiddled with the stool and flipped a thing over in the center. It was like a square that spun around. Once flipped, I could see a little hole. About the diameter of a dime. She looked me over, then went to one of the cabinets and opened it. I couldn’t see inside from my angle, but she glanced over her shoulder to look at me again and said, “Beginner,” to herself. As she strolled back, to my horror, I could see a dildo in her hand. It wasn’t life like and it was short and thin. It had about a two inch protrusion on the base like a peg or something…about the diameter of a dime. I swallowed hard. I had connected the dots. Just then she bent down, showing me a full view of her perfect bubble butt and fastened the dildo to the stool so it was jutting upwards. “Now, where did I put the Forever Pussy Whipped?” she asked.
She saw it and grabbed it off the counter and squirted some on the stool dildo and rubbed it all over…slowly and sexily. When finished, she looked at me and said, “Time to take another step down the path.” She guided me over to the stool and I stood over it, one leg on either side. “Play with Reina’s penis.” I was twitching with fear and excitement as I began stroking again in earnest. I was at full mast and starting to feel my building orgasm. As I pumped away, the lady with the red pony tail gently pushed down on my shoulders and said, “You want to know what Forever Pussy Whipped feels like right? That’s the only way you will cum in my presence.” I nodded and allowed her downward pressure to guide me onto my knees. She positioned the stool so the tip of the dildo was moistly pressing against my anus then sat down in the big chair in front of me. She looked into my eyes with a serious gaze and said, “Now give yourself to Reina even more. Impale yourself on that dildo and yell, ‘Reina owns me’ when you cum until the last drop is out of you.”
As I eased down on the dildo there was a slight moment of resistance as if my anus was saying, “Oh, hell no man!” But the dildo was small and thin, and once past the initial push, I slid down onto it relatively easily. I’m not gay. I have never been attracted to men in any way. But the feeling of my ass being filled up while pumping my cock was overwhelming. I was in joyous sensory overload when she said,
“Up and down, up and down. Fill your ass, hump your hand.” I started slowly fucking my own ass as I fisted my cock furiously. The lube at both ends made everything smooth and feel incredible. As my orgasm shot through me I yelled at the top of my lungs, “REINA OWNS ME, REINA OWNS ME, REINA OWNS ME!!!” I slumped over with lube and jizz covering my hands and my ass filled with dildo as I tried to catch my breath and compose myself. There was a long silence before she spoke then all she said was, “Forever Pussy Whipped, it is.” She handed me a towel and said clean up your hands and get dressed. Leave the lube in your ass.” I did as instructed and followed her towards the door.
“One fuck-myself-for-Reina’s-entertainment stool, and a couple bottles of Forever Pussy Whipped right?”
“Yes, please.” I replied shamefully.
“Good. Meet me at the counter and I’ll ring you up.”
When I got to the counter, there were two young couples standing there with amused looks on their faces. I avoided their eyes as they stared at me with smirks and whispered to each other. I’m sure they heard my loud outburst as I came a few moments ago. The door was thin and the room was only a few steps down the hall from the register. I was further humiliated and stood there in hot shame as I waited for the girl with the red pony tail to bring my things out. Of course, after a painful 5 minutes of enduring the snickering behind me, the goddess sauntered out with my stool and lube. The lube was in a clear plastic bag for all to see. The stool was still in its used state with the lubed dildo protruding upwards. The couples behind me had mysteriously stopped snickering, but that didn’t cure the moment of my shock and shame.
As she rung me up and asked for my credit card she said, “Be sure to get this home and cleaned up right away. The lube will ruin the leather if you leave it there too long.” I nodded, unable to speak. She gave back my credit card and as I signed the receipt she said, “Thanks for stopping by”. Then, to drive the final nail into my coffin of humiliation she said, “Oh wait” and put a larger dildo into the clear bag with the lube. “Something to work up to before your next visit.” I thanked her quietly and shuffled out with my head down and my new possessions in hand.
PART 6: Coming Soon