Fiction: The Slave

Whispering Dom · 10-11-2019, 11:20 AM

Part 1

You walk through the door. It’s hot! You like running, but you kind of wish you hadn’t had to run this afternoon. Training for the college team is brutal at times, especially in this heat. Would have been nicer sitting by the pool.

You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and take out a soda. Feels so good gulping a few mouthfuls down. You hold the cold can to your face, oh yes, feels lovely.

“Hey Tay… What’s up?” You look around. It’s Harry.

Harry joined your household about four years back. Being an only child, your parents had decided that having another ‘youngster’ around for company would be a good idea, so Harry had been invited in as an exchange student, coming over from England. He’s a few years older than you, did a couple of years as a senior at school and was at college already when you got to your senior years. Now you are at college, and Harry has already got himself a job with some tech company. Apparently he’s good with computers…

Oh, and you hate being called Tay. It’s Taylor. Harry’s the only person who calls you that and it irritates beyond words. But you get your own back. You are pretty sure he fancies you, and you aren’t averse to teasing him, letting him get glimpses of you in various states of undress, accidentally on purpose of course. Nothings going to come of it, it’s just you using the power of your body over him.

“Oh, hi Harry. Not much, just been training. God it’s hot. What about you?”

“Yeah, not bad.”

You look at him expectantly, but he doesn’t say anything else. He seems a bit strange that way, always happy to talk to you, but never seems to say much. You shrug - whatever. At least he has a nice accent.

“Well, I’m gonna go up and take a shower. See you later…” You just can’t help yourself, can you? You get irritated with him, so you lead him on, let him know you’re going to be naked upstairs soon.

He says nothing as he watches you walk out of the kitchen, but you can feel his eyes following you.

You go to your room, close the door and strip off your clothes. Oh god that feels better, it is so hot. You lay down on your bed for a moment enjoying your nakedness. You like being naked, feels liberating and natural and you’re comfortable in your skin. It’s not like you get naked at any opportunity, but when you’re with guy you like, you’re not shy about getting your clothes off, and in the changing room at college you’re definitely not shy, quite happy to be naked around your team mates. You close your eyes and think back on your running training. You are getting strong, getting fit, and your body is definitely toning up after the winter, and the coach is pleased with you. Told you that you were almost certain to make the first team at this rate!

You get up and go to your computer, click on your email. Nothing too interesting, mainly junk. You sit down naked and open a web browser, see an article about some celebrity who’s had nude pics stolen. God, seems to happen all the time now, they must be really dumb… You google the celebrity, and there are the leaked pictures. Hmm, she has a pretty nice body, you have to admit. Her breasts are way bigger than yours, yours seem to have got smaller as you’ve got fitter! You glance down at your naked body… It’s not bad, fit and toned, still sometimes you wish you were a bit more feminine, maybe a bit more curvy, then perhaps you’d have a bit more luck finding a decent boyfriend…

It’s not that you don’t get any attention, you do, but Mr. Right definitely hasn’t shown up yet. You guess you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince, and kiss plenty of frogs you do! More than kiss with quite a few of them… You think back on some of the guys you’ve jerked off, the ones you’ve given blow jobs to, and of course, they’ve all returned the favor. You can feel your pussy tingling as you think about the sex you’ve been having, you realize your nipples are hard.

You’ve brought a fair few of them home. The parents don’t mind you having them round, but they won’t let them stay the night. Still you get to spend a few hours in your bedroom with them. Harry knows, and honestly, sometimes you feel bad, since he obviously knows you are having sex with them. You sigh, this is just getting you more turned on by the minute.

Maybe you should masturbate… Ugh, it’s just too hot, maybe in the shower…

You get up and look at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, not bad, if you say so yourself. Straight brown hair, coming down just below your shoulders (you put it in a pony tail when you run). Slim and fit, small breasts with small dark nipples which are very sensitive. A little landing strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and long, toned and strong legs. You turn around and look over your shoulder, checking out your tight, round bottom.

You sigh, wondering why it is you always seem so turned on. If it wasn’t such a nice feeling it would be torment. You go and sit at your computer again, you’ll put it to sleep and then go shower and get off. That’ll make you feel better…

You’re about to put it to sleep when a message pops up. It’s one of the Mr. Not Quite Rights, one you’d had sex with last week. He was nice, you have to admit, seemed to know what he was doing. Loved oral sex and went down on you without having to be asked. You’d been introduced to the 69 position… Amazing how you’d never actually done that before. You love sucking cock, makes you feel so powerful, so in control, and more than that, you love when they cum in your mouth - and yes, you swallow every last drop. That feeling of the cum hitting the back of your mouth and sliding down your throat is absolute proof that they liked you, and that you knew how to satisfy them.

‘Hey, what are you doing?’

‘Nothing, just come back from training.’

‘Isn’t it a bit hot for that?’

‘You’re not kidding!’

You decide to egg him on…

‘Yeah, I came home and just stripped off it’s so hot!’

Pause

‘Really?’

‘Yeah…’

‘So… You’re naked now?’

‘Yeah.’

Pause…

‘Nice…’

Pause… Oh come on, you need more of an invitation? Go on, tell me to touch myself.

Your submissive side peeks through, you love it when someone sexts with you, tells you to masturbate, tells you to do anything sexual… Even with the heat you reckon you’d enjoy it now, watching the texts appear as you pleasure yourself. That’s as far as you’ll go though, won’t go on cam, no way. Much too risky, what if they recorded you, put it up on the net like the celeb’s pictures. You shudder at the thought of what that would do to your life.

Your hands have gone to your breasts and you are gently rubbing your nipples in anticipation. You think about Mr. Not Quite Right sitting there imagining you naked, thinking about instructing you to touch yourself. You wonder whether he’s got hard thinking about you… Touching your breasts is getting you nicely turned on and you can feel yourself getting wet. You spread your legs in anticipation of the first command. ready to touch yourself.

‘Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. You know, we could grab a drink… Or something.’

Ugh. Not gonna happen is it. Fuck, and now you really are turned on and want to cum.

‘Ok, that’d be cool.’

One last try… See if he bites…

‘Look, sorry, I’ve got to go. Can’t sit around naked chatting ;). Got to get in the shower…’

You wait expectantly. Come on you think, I’m sitting here stark naked just inviting you to talk dirty to me. How can you not want to. You are rubbing your nipples again, squirming in your seat your legs spread wide. You drop one hand down to your pussy in anticipation of the instruction to touch yourself. It feels so dirty knowing there’s another person with you… Well, obviously not with you, but still… You run a finger up your lips, already partially spread, feel your arousal and moan quietly in anticipation, waiting to be told what to do…

‘Ok, think of me… :)’

You close the chat window in frustration. You sit back in your chair your legs spread, your hand slowly strokes your pussy, you are so wet. It feels good, very good… But it really is too hot. You look forlornly at your computer, imagining how it might have been, sitting like this with Mr. Not Quite Right typing at you, leaning back, spreading your legs really wide and slowly bringing yourself to orgasm knowing that he was there with you… Sort of..

You sigh. Well, shower it is then, on your own. You’ll try thinking of him, but that doesn’t usually do anything, you prefer it when they are there, typing and sexting with you, telling you exactly what to do, where to touch…

You wrap a towel around your body, and walk over to the bathroom. Harry’s door is closed, maybe he’s still downstairs. You’re kind of surprised, thought he’d probably come up to get a glimpse of you walking around half naked. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, although you do kind of like letting him get glimpses of your body, nothing too graphic, just teasing really, you know nothing will ever come of it.

10-11-2019, 11:20 AM	#1
Whispering Dom Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2019 Posts: 186	The Slave Part 1 You walk through the door. It’s hot! You like running, but you kind of wish you hadn’t had to run this afternoon. Training for the college team is brutal at times, especially in this heat. Would have been nicer sitting by the pool. You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and take out a soda. Feels so good gulping a few mouthfuls down. You hold the cold can to your face, oh yes, feels lovely. “Hey Tay… What’s up?” You look around. It’s Harry. Harry joined your household about four years back. Being an only child, your parents had decided that having another ‘youngster’ around for company would be a good idea, so Harry had been invited in as an exchange student, coming over from England. He’s a few years older than you, did a couple of years as a senior at school and was at college already when you got to your senior years. Now you are at college, and Harry has already got himself a job with some tech company. Apparently he’s good with computers… Oh, and you hate being called Tay. It’s Taylor. Harry’s the only person who calls you that and it irritates beyond words. But you get your own back. You are pretty sure he fancies you, and you aren’t averse to teasing him, letting him get glimpses of you in various states of undress, accidentally on purpose of course. Nothings going to come of it, it’s just you using the power of your body over him. “Oh, hi Harry. Not much, just been training. God it’s hot. What about you?” “Yeah, not bad.” You look at him expectantly, but he doesn’t say anything else. He seems a bit strange that way, always happy to talk to you, but never seems to say much. You shrug - whatever. At least he has a nice accent. “Well, I’m gonna go up and take a shower. See you later…” You just can’t help yourself, can you? You get irritated with him, so you lead him on, let him know you’re going to be naked upstairs soon. He says nothing as he watches you walk out of the kitchen, but you can feel his eyes following you. You go to your room, close the door and strip off your clothes. Oh god that feels better, it is so hot. You lay down on your bed for a moment enjoying your nakedness. You like being naked, feels liberating and natural and you’re comfortable in your skin. It’s not like you get naked at any opportunity, but when you’re with guy you like, you’re not shy about getting your clothes off, and in the changing room at college you’re definitely not shy, quite happy to be naked around your team mates. You close your eyes and think back on your running training. You are getting strong, getting fit, and your body is definitely toning up after the winter, and the coach is pleased with you. Told you that you were almost certain to make the first team at this rate! You get up and go to your computer, click on your email. Nothing too interesting, mainly junk. You sit down naked and open a web browser, see an article about some celebrity who’s had nude pics stolen. God, seems to happen all the time now, they must be really dumb… You google the celebrity, and there are the leaked pictures. Hmm, she has a pretty nice body, you have to admit. Her breasts are way bigger than yours, yours seem to have got smaller as you’ve got fitter! You glance down at your naked body… It’s not bad, fit and toned, still sometimes you wish you were a bit more feminine, maybe a bit more curvy, then perhaps you’d have a bit more luck finding a decent boyfriend… It’s not that you don’t get any attention, you do, but Mr. Right definitely hasn’t shown up yet. You guess you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince, and kiss plenty of frogs you do! More than kiss with quite a few of them… You think back on some of the guys you’ve jerked off, the ones you’ve given blow jobs to, and of course, they’ve all returned the favor. You can feel your pussy tingling as you think about the sex you’ve been having, you realize your nipples are hard. You’ve brought a fair few of them home. The parents don’t mind you having them round, but they won’t let them stay the night. Still you get to spend a few hours in your bedroom with them. Harry knows, and honestly, sometimes you feel bad, since he obviously knows you are having sex with them. You sigh, this is just getting you more turned on by the minute. Maybe you should masturbate… Ugh, it’s just too hot, maybe in the shower… You get up and look at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, not bad, if you say so yourself. Straight brown hair, coming down just below your shoulders (you put it in a pony tail when you run). Slim and fit, small breasts with small dark nipples which are very sensitive. A little landing strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and long, toned and strong legs. You turn around and look over your shoulder, checking out your tight, round bottom. You sigh, wondering why it is you always seem so turned on. If it wasn’t such a nice feeling it would be torment. You go and sit at your computer again, you’ll put it to sleep and then go shower and get off. That’ll make you feel better… You’re about to put it to sleep when a message pops up. It’s one of the Mr. Not Quite Rights, one you’d had sex with last week. He was nice, you have to admit, seemed to know what he was doing. Loved oral sex and went down on you without having to be asked. You’d been introduced to the 69 position… Amazing how you’d never actually done that before. You love sucking cock, makes you feel so powerful, so in control, and more than that, you love when they cum in your mouth - and yes, you swallow every last drop. That feeling of the cum hitting the back of your mouth and sliding down your throat is absolute proof that they liked you, and that you knew how to satisfy them. ‘Hey, what are you doing?’ ‘Nothing, just come back from training.’ ‘Isn’t it a bit hot for that?’ ‘You’re not kidding!’ You decide to egg him on… ‘Yeah, I came home and just stripped off it’s so hot!’ Pause ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah…’ ‘So… You’re naked now?’ ‘Yeah.’ Pause… ‘Nice…’ Pause… Oh come on, you need more of an invitation? Go on, tell me to touch myself. Your submissive side peeks through, you love it when someone sexts with you, tells you to masturbate, tells you to do anything sexual… Even with the heat you reckon you’d enjoy it now, watching the texts appear as you pleasure yourself. That’s as far as you’ll go though, won’t go on cam, no way. Much too risky, what if they recorded you, put it up on the net like the celeb’s pictures. You shudder at the thought of what that would do to your life. Your hands have gone to your breasts and you are gently rubbing your nipples in anticipation. You think about Mr. Not Quite Right sitting there imagining you naked, thinking about instructing you to touch yourself. You wonder whether he’s got hard thinking about you… Touching your breasts is getting you nicely turned on and you can feel yourself getting wet. You spread your legs in anticipation of the first command. ready to touch yourself. ‘Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. You know, we could grab a drink… Or something.’ Ugh. Not gonna happen is it. Fuck, and now you really are turned on and want to cum. ‘Ok, that’d be cool.’ One last try… See if he bites… ‘Look, sorry, I’ve got to go. Can’t sit around naked chatting ;). Got to get in the shower…’ You wait expectantly. Come on you think, I’m sitting here stark naked just inviting you to talk dirty to me. How can you not want to. You are rubbing your nipples again, squirming in your seat your legs spread wide. You drop one hand down to your pussy in anticipation of the instruction to touch yourself. It feels so dirty knowing there’s another person with you… Well, obviously not with you, but still… You run a finger up your lips, already partially spread, feel your arousal and moan quietly in anticipation, waiting to be told what to do… ‘Ok, think of me… :)’ You close the chat window in frustration. You sit back in your chair your legs spread, your hand slowly strokes your pussy, you are so wet. It feels good, very good… But it really is too hot. You look forlornly at your computer, imagining how it might have been, sitting like this with Mr. Not Quite Right typing at you, leaning back, spreading your legs really wide and slowly bringing yourself to orgasm knowing that he was there with you… Sort of.. You sigh. Well, shower it is then, on your own. You’ll try thinking of him, but that doesn’t usually do anything, you prefer it when they are there, typing and sexting with you, telling you exactly what to do, where to touch… You wrap a towel around your body, and walk over to the bathroom. Harry’s door is closed, maybe he’s still downstairs. You’re kind of surprised, thought he’d probably come up to get a glimpse of you walking around half naked. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, although you do kind of like letting him get glimpses of your body, nothing too graphic, just teasing really, you know nothing will ever come of it. Last edited by Whispering Dom; 10-11-2019 at 11:26 AM.