The next morning we left with all of my clothes. I started to think that maybe I’d rent out my house, but another part of me recognized that this whole situation might end in a week or two. I really liked Andrea but I also could see what was going on. She was like my ultimate fantasy in real life. She knew I wanted to be dominated and I knew she wanted me to pay for her rent. At the time I really felt I was using her….but as if find out soon enough, I was the one being used and owned. She might have been a poor hick, but she was a lot smarter than she let on.
We pulled into her place late morning. As you may recall from chapter 1, the main house in the front was attached to the garage shop where customers cars were worked on (mostly by Ray who owned the business). Andreas spot was a little in-law type apartment in the back.
We carried my three suitcases inside. She was only 30-45 minutes away from my house so we knew we could go back anytime for more stuff. We walked into her apartment and a wave of cigarette smell hit my nose. I had forgotten what a dump this place was. Very low class. Ashtrays everywhere, and it really didn’t seem that clean.
It was a two bedroom apartment. Andrea had me use the guest room closets to store my clothes, since her room was full of her clothes.
By noon we had finished and we sat down to have a drink of water.
“Well, I guess you’re all moved in.”
“Yep! Sooooo what now?”
“Ha! I’ll tell you what now. I want you to get to work cleaning this place. I need to go over to talk to Ray about work stuff. When I come back I want to see everything nice and pretty. If you do that, you might just get lucky tonight.”
I could feel my dick start to swell against my cage. I said ok and got to work after she left. I mopped and cleaned the kitchen as thoroughly as I could. I then worked on the bathrooms. These took me 3 hours. I couldn’t believe how dirty they were. By the time I had finished up the living room she came home.
“Wow!” She seemed generally happy. She inspected each room and then said she needed to take a shower.
When she came out she wore skimpy cotton shorts and a white t-shirt and no bra.
“Come to the bedroom John. I’m giving you a reward.”
I walked in and she was standing there. She looked incredibly sexy.
“Get on the bed and lay down.” I did and she then took my clothes off and unlocked my cage. She then started to stroke my dick with two fingers.
“Are you happy to be here?” She asked.
“Ya, I am. It’s really cool that we’re going to ….mmmm….live together.” Her fingers felt so good.
“That’s good sweetie. I’m happy too. For now, I expect you to Venmo $2000 every third Friday. I don’t want to have to ask for it. This is our rent. Understand?”
“Ahhh. Yes.” I couldn’t help but moan. My dick was so hard.
She then stopped and got up.
“I want you to cum for me tonight. Your treatment is over here.” She walkd over to her dirty laundry basket. All that was in it was the outfit she had forgotten that day before taking a shower. The clothes she had packed and unpacked in, and then worked in. “You can pick any item – but only one – and hand it to me. Pick something you know will make you cum, little one.”
I saw her dirty socks, tight spandex type shorts, and thong underwear. I couldn’t decide. As I was about to reach in to choose she pushed me aside.
“Too fuckin’ slow. Next time don’t take so long.” She reached in and grabbed her socks. “Get back on the bed, in your back.”
She then laid right next to me. “Start jerking yourself.” I did. She then took her dirty sock and shoved it into my face, covering my mouth and nose.
“How do these smell? You’re such a perv. It’s gonna make this arrangement so easy. Doesn’t take much to get that cum out of your little balls. Fuckin’ perv!” She then pushed the sock hard into my mouth.
I could taste dirt but also they were still slightly damp from her sweat that day. I stroked fast and hard. She pushed harder and the smell was overwhelming. Before I knew it, cum squirted out of me and all over my chest.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I moaned.
She laughed.
“Oh my god you ARE a perv! I know you like my feet but I really didn’t think my socks would do it. Good boy.” She kissed me on the cheese. “Now clean up.”
I cleaned up, she locked me, and we slept. Laying there post orgasm I remember thinking that I’d probably have to call it all off after about a week. I mean, this was absurd. What was I? Sort of a boyfriend? I felt more like a money slave. She wasn’t even using me for sex. It was a once in a lifetime thing, so why not enjoy it? I could just leave Anytime I want the fantasy to be over.
Or so I thought. The moment I started to actually get anxiety was the next morning when I looked outside and no longer saw my jeep. As I cooked breakfast – Andrea had requested coffee and scrambled eggs, which quickly became a daily chore — I asked her about the jeep.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She said casually. “I think Ron is using it for something.”
“Ron?? I mean…that’s my car.”
“No, it’s not your car. It’s OUR car and I told him he could use it when he needed to.”
“Oh.” I guess it didn’t matter much. But I remember getting anxiety because that was my Only form of transportation if I had decided to leave.
As we sat eating breakfast we didn’t talk much. Andrea wasn’t much of a talker anyway, but she was going over bills and other paper work for the mechanical business.
“I really don’t want to be doing this job forever, I’ll tell ya that.”
“Don’t like it?”
“Fuck no. Who likes to work?” She got up and put on her sandals. “I’m going over now to get the day going.” The front “office” was basically the kitchen in the front house where Ron lived.
“After you clean up the kitchen, start on the laundry.”
The laundry? I wasn’t about to become a maid.
“What??” I asked.
“Please? Do you want a reward again?” I feel my dick in my cage.
“Well…ya.”
“Plus, what else are you doing?? I’m the one going to work. You need to help out around here.”
“But your laundry basket isn’t even full!”
“I know. I do Rons laundry too. The washinger and dryer are in the back. His laundry is Always right at the back door of his house, outside his bedroom. Grab it, wash it, and fold it. Then bring it back. I promise I’ll do something special for you tonight.”
Before I could protest, she walked out. What the fuck was I doing. As I got up, though, I started to feel horny. Maybe I’d really get something special for doing this?
I went over to the house through the back door and grabbed Ron’s large laundry basket. I got back to my new apartment and began to separate the colors from the whites. I had done a lot of laundry in college. He had the usually stuff – white t shirts, jeans, all greasy from his job. His boxer briefs made me gag. They were huge. I figured he must have a big package. As I sifted through it all I suddenly paused. Right in the middle of the pile was a womans thong and bra. What the fuck? Was this Andrea’s? First I was angry but then I remembered that it could have been anyone’s. Maybe he has a girlfriend? I sniffed them. I could have sworn they smelled like Andrea. I throw it in to wash.
It was a long boring day but eventually I folded everything and placed it back at Ron’s house. Since I was over there already I decided to walk around to the front kitchen and visit with Andrea. She seemed happy to see me.
“All done?”
“Yep! Thought I’d go hang out and watch a movie or something.”
“While I sit here and work?”
“Oh..uhhh…well what do you want me to do?”
“You can help. See these?” She pointed to a pile of payment statements. She then proceeded to show me how to enter them into a spreadsheet she had set up on an old computer. It was a desktop whichsat on the kitchen table. I figured why not and sat next to her and began inputting numbers while she took customer calls and worked on other things.
About an hour into this, Ron burst through the front door. He was very sweety and greasy from working. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and opened it. He looked at Andrea.
“Laundry done? By the way, that Ford is all done so let them Know.” Ron said.
“Ok sounds good. Yes, laundry is all done.”
“Good. I need to change my shirt.” Ron then walked out of the kitchen toward his bedroom. As I sat there I thought about how Andrea’s voice and general demeanor changed with Ron. With him she didn’t seem dominant at all. And sounded and acted like a little girl. It was weird.
Ron came back with a new t shirt on. His pecks nearly burst through the t-shirt. He looked at me.
“what’s your name? John? Go put everything in my drawers. You left it all on the cabinet. Andrea, I’m cleaning up now and I’m done for the day. Make sure you call them about that Ford before you finish up. Don’t forget.”
“I won’t! I’ll do it now. Bye Ron!”
He left and I sat there frozen. Why was he telling me what to do? I felt dumb enough just having done his fucking laundry. Before I could come to any conclusion Andrea looked at me and said,
“John! Go do it. I should have told you that he likes his stuff in his drawers once it’s folded. That’s my fault. Just go do it, quickly. Then I’ll see you back at the apartment. Ok?”
“Sure.” Her panicking made ME nervous so I went and did it. Still, I felt ridiculous. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she sounded so scared and submissive. Like the opposite of how she sounded when it was just us. In fact, as soon as she got back home she was her dominant self again. So I asked her about it.
“I don’t understand. Are you afraid of him or something?”
“No. Ron and I dated for a long time. But not any more. I’m with you. But you have to understandthat he’s my boss.”
“Ya for your job, but he seems like more than just your work boss!”
“Well, he’s also my landlord. And he’s helped me when I couldn’t pay the bills. Look, it’s complicated but I don’t want to talk about it. Did you put his laundry away in his drawers like he asked?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now go shower and I’ll give you your treatment. Then we can have supper. And shower really good. Everything.”
I followed her instructions. When I got out of the shower she told me to dry off and get on the bed on all fours, facing the wall.
She unlocked me and my dick started to get hard immediately. She stood behind me and I could tell she was putting on gloves and lub. Her hands massed my ass cheeses and then aggressive and spread them. Expposing my hole. It was embarrassing and hot as hell all at the same time. If you’ve ever allowed yourself to be this vulnerable then you know what I mean. You almost have no choice but to enter into a subspace.
“Lookat this hole.” She slowly entered her index finger. I moaned. Even just having the tip of the finger felt so good. She brought her other gloved hand around and under me and gently rubbed my dick.
“You’re so tight. It’s like you’re a virgin bitch, aren’t you? Aren’t you John? Are you a tight virgin bitch?”
“Yes!” I moaned. Her finger was up against that really tight spot. It hurt a little but then she pushed through and I gasped. It felt so fucking good.
“Should I let you cum or should I just milk you, like last time?”
“Cum! Please let me cum!” I was so horny.
“Are you going to stop asking so many fuckin’ questions or are you going to be my good obedient boyfriend? Huh?”
“I’ll be good.”
“Good.” And then she stroked me harder and I moaned. She then only used two fingers to stroke me. Very slowly. It was torture but her finger was still going in and out and felt so good I thought I might pass out.
“I’m gonna tell you something. Ron is the fuckin’ boss. Do you understand that?”
“Uhhh….yes.” I could hardly focus. I felt like I was going to cum at any moment.
“You’re mine, but what Ron says goes. He’s the boss around here.” She then pulled her finger out and stopped stroking me. I looked over at her.
“Face forward!”
“Oh…sorry.” I turned around.
“One more bullshit thing like that and you won’t cum for weeks. Face forward. Keep that ass open for me.”
I then feel something else enter my ass. It feel very big, much bigger than her finger.
“Come on. Open up for me.” I stared to breathe heavier. It was hurting. “Relax. Open up for me. We are going to push this through.” Right then and thrust it in and it moved past that tight point and closed back down. It felt painful and even more amazing than her finger all at the same time.
“Ohhhh!! My god! Oh…god….”
“Feels good don’t it?”
“Oh my god yes. What is it?”
“This is a butt plug. Now I don’t have to hold it.”She then moved to the side of the bed and began gently rubbing my dick. “Look at this little thing. No wonder you’re such a simp.”
She continued to stroke and occasionally moved the plug around. Waves of different but very good sensings went through my body.
“Ron is the boss. I want to hear you say it.”
“Ron is the boss.”
“I will do what Andrea says. But Ron is the boss.”
“I will do what you…what Andrea says. Ron is the boss.”
“That’s a good bitch. Very good.” She let go of my dick. “Don’t touch yourself until I say.”
She got up and stood closer to my face. She pulled down her shorts and took her thong off. She held it in front of my face.
“Do you want to smell this?”
“Yes!!” I I hesitated but I wanted to cum so badly. “I’m Ron’s bitch.”
“Would you wear a collar for me? Be my pet?”
“Now tell me you’re Ron’s bitch.”
“Would you wear a collar for me? Be my pet?”
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“Yes!!”
As soon as I replied she shoved the thong into my face and nose. I took huge whiffs.
“Smell my pussy, and make yourself cum like a good bitch.”
She had slept in these and hurt them all day. The smell was very strong, and I could feel some of her public hair rubbing into my nose. In about 30 seconds I came everywhere.
“Ahhh!!!” My ass squeezed the plug as I came and my legs shook. It lasted longer than ever. The plug made such a difference.
She slowly took the plug out and then told me to wash it and clean up. After that we cuddled and watched a movie. Every few minutes she’d look over at me and say “I am sooo happy!! Ron too!” And she generally was. I have to say was anxious. The whole thing felt totally out of my control. But if There’s any cure to anxiety it’s being horny.
She let me sleep that night without being locked up. It was nice but I stayed hard the entire night. I think she knew I’d have second thoughts so it was intentional.It must have been, because around 3am she woke me up. It was super dark and we whispered.
“Hi baby. I just noticed that you’re so hard! I want to give you some relief.” She gave my dick a quick hard grab.
I moved closer and rubbed up against her.
“That’s it, little one. Hump my leg.” She pulled her shirt up, exposing her beautiful tits. She cupped her right breast and brought it to my mouth. “Suck on this. Keep humping.”
I wanted to be inside of her so badly. I kept humping her leg but slowly started positing my body as if to enter her missionary.
“Oh you’re so desperate for my pussy aren’t You John?”
“Please?? Just once??” She rubbed my cheek.
“Only this once. This is our little secret, and I’m only doing it because of how good you were earlier. Remember..our secret. Otherwise we’ll both be in deep shit.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant but it had to have something to do with Ron. I didn’t care. I needed my dick inside of her. I moved betweenen her legs and shoved it in. It went in easily. She didn’t moan or make any noise. I realized it wasn’t please her at all and she was doing me a favor but I didn’t care. It felt so wet and hot. She wrapped her arms around me and I felt loved in that moment. She whispered in my ear.
“Come on sweetie. Make your little pumps!”
I tried to thrust hard into her it didn’t seem to feel like anything to her. She kept encouraging me as I humped away. I felt all over pussy hair against my stomach.
“It’s so cute watching you pump your little dicklette in me. Come on! Keep going. Cum inside of me little one. Come on, you can do it! Make your little pumps!”
I was so close. And then she said one more thing that I will never forget. It made me cum I don’t know why it was such a turn on but it was. A combination of sweet separation and fear.
“I own you, you little bitch. And so does Ron.”
“Ahhhh, ohhh!!!” I came inside of her. It was the last time I ever was inside her. She rubbed my back.
“Good job, little one. Remember it’s our secret. I’m not allowed to fuck anyone but Ron.”
I was wide awake the rest of the night.
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