1. Becky's Teasing of Joey

This is a short extra story about what Becky got up to when David was out for the day with his friends playing golf. It runs alongside Chapter 5 of the first book in the David and Becky series: The Journey of David and Becky.

This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. No part of this story is written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. The characters, named and unnamed, are not based on any living or deceased persons. If you are not interested in fiction in which males, whether willingly or forced, submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.

Becky's Teasing of Joey

As soon as David was out the front door on his way to meeting his friends for golf, Becky stopped rushing around pretending to be late for work. She picked up the telephone and punched in a number.

"Hello, is that Mr Dobson? ... This is Becky Emerson ... Yes, the coast is clear so you can come over anytime ... Fine I'll see you then." She put the phone down and smiled to herself. She wasn't in any rush at all, work could wait until Monday. She had used that as an excuse so David wouldn't get suspicious about her still being at home. She'd had no intention of going into work, she had other plans. She switched on the kettle to make herself a hot drink and waited for the arrival of Mr Dobson.

It was a few days since Becky had met her personal trainer, Mark, for a day on the beach. It was a getting to know each other day in preparation for Becky using him to cuckold her husband, David. It was all in the full knowledge of David who had reluctantly agreed to the arrangement. He knew the plan, or at least some of the plan. How the plan was to be executed had not been explained to him, but Mr Dobson, a local joiner, had been hired to come in and make real the vision she had in her mind.

Half an hour later, having finished her drink, Becky responded to the outside doorbell from the top floor. She pressed the 'speak' button "Hello?"

"Mrs Emerson, it's Tony Dobson."

Becky pushed the button that released the lock on the front door, and from the intercom she heard voices and the sound of more than one person pushing through the door breathing heavily as they presumably carried stuff in.

Becky went to the apartment door, opened it, and listened to the heavy footsteps from the stairs as the same men climbed up noisily. They were carrying a large, mirrored door. One man arriving at the landing walking backwards holding one edge of the door, the other appearing moments later holding the other edge of the door. On the landing they stopped and stood the mirrored door upright.

"Mrs Emerson?" asked the older of the two men.

"Yes, I am," she answered, feeling the eyes of both him and his younger colleague looking her up and down. Something she was well used to and loved.

"We'll get back down and bring the other stuff up, will it be ok if we keep the front door open?"

"No problem, as long as you close it when you've brought all your stuff in."

She went back into the apartment thinking about the two workmen. The younger man interested her, he had looked little more than a boy, no more than twenty years old. A horny young man who she could have a bit of fun with, maybe. She smiled and went inside.

Mr Dobson and his young apprentice Joey had set up in the bedroom of Becky and David's apartment. They were just in the process of taking down the original mirrored doors from the fitted wardrobe when Becky came in with two cups of coffee and some biscuits on a tray.

Becky was feeling in a particularly cruel mood with young Joey as her target. If it worked on Mr Dobson, a short man in his fifties then all the better. Whilst waiting for them to struggle up with the doors and their tools, Becky had quickly dressed in a tight pair of grey short shorts and figure hugging matching grey T-shirt that she often used at the gym revealing the bareness of her middle. She wore a thong to maximise the round contours of her buttocks. Without a bra, her perfect breasts were clearly defined with her erect nipples obvious. It was a very warm day and the two workmen wore overalls that must have made them feel uncomfortably hot. All the better for teasing thought Becky.

She smiled shyly at Joey and offered the tray to him. Joey blushed and took it from her.

"Would you like anything else?" She continued her smile, parting her lips slightly. She could hardly keep herself from laughing at the obviously provocative question she'd come out with.

"Er, no thanks Mrs Emerson," stuttered poor Joey.

"Thanks, Mrs Emerson." Mr Dobson's answer was more confident, seemingly oblivious to Becky's attire and blatant double entendre question.

Becky turned away knowing Joey's eyes would be transfixed on her bottom. She pottered around for a few seconds on the other side of the room so he could get a good look.

"Should have this all done by mid-afternoon," said Mr Dobson taking a sip of coffee and chewing a biscuit all at the same time. "Don't envisage any problems. Must admit, don't get many requests for two way mirrors on wardrobes."

If he'd expected Becky to voluntarily give him a reason, he was going to be disappointed. All he got was a polite smile from her before she looked directly at Joey giving him a wink. Joey almost choked on a biscuit crumb.

"I'll leave you two boys to carry on." Becky turned away and walked out of the room. "If you need me, I'll be on the balcony getting in some serious sunbathing."

As she left the room, she glanced back fixing her eyes on Joey, then disappeared from his view.

The midday sun was caressing Becky's body as she lay on the sunbed on the balcony. She had removed her T shirt and shorts and lay topless on her back wearing just the skimpy thong that barely covered her sex. She had pulled the patio doors almost closed, also closing the blinds. She was thinking about the work being done and what David was going to think of her idea for the wardrobe doors when she was disturbed by a faint tap on the glass of the patio door. Picking up her sunglasses she sat up and looked around towards where the tapping was coming from.

She smiled when she caught a glimpse of Joey sheepishly trying to attract her attention without looking at her near naked body. "Hello," she called as she stood up and reached to pull open the door.

Joey stood there purple with embarrassment. Becky looked at him waiting for him to say something, but words had failed him. Becky knew his problem but pretended not to for a moment, then as if suddenly realising how naked she was, quickly apologised and turned to pick up her T shirt and shorts.

Turning away from the poor lovelorn youth, she gave him a good view of her bare bottom, exactly as planned. She quickly put on her pants and top and turned back to face him. "I'm really sorry about that, Joey is your name, isn't it?"

He nodded nervously.

"David, my husband, is always telling me off for not realising when I've been sunbathing and someone calls. Some people have had a right eyeful. I haven't embarrassed you have I, Joey?"

"No," he stuttered.

"Anyway, I'm sure a young, good looking lad like you must have seen everything by now," Becky continued the tease.

He laughed nervously, clearly too embarrassed to say that in actual fact he'd never seen a naked woman in the flesh before in his life.

"Of course not. You must have had loads of girlfriends."

He laughed nervously again saying neither yes or no.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" she continued her questions gently and sensuously.

"Nineteen."

Suddenly Mr Dobson popped his head around the curtain interrupting Becky's fun. "Has Joey said to you we're just off for lunch and we'll be back about one to finish off?" he asked cheerfully.

"Yes, well I think he was getting around to it," she answered, changing the tone of her voice.

As the older man turned away, Joey lingered for a second.

Becky smiled sexily at him. "See you later Joey, don't be late."

With a nervous grin and a barely audible grunt, Joey turned and followed his boss out.

Mr Dobson and Joey had returned promptly as they said they would. Becky, dressed again in her grey two-piece tease outfit, had welcomed them back but then resumed her near naked sunbathing on the warm, sunny balcony. After only half an hour, as she lay dreamily on the sunbed, she heard Mr Dobson call through the partly open patio doors to her.

"Just popping out for half an hour, job nearly done, I'm just leaving Joey to finish off a couple of things, I'll be back soon."

"Ok, see you later," she answered, turning onto her front and smiling wickedly to herself. She had an idea that would work perfectly if she could get her timing just right.

She waited about five minutes before pushing herself up onto her elbows and calling: "Joey!" She waited, no response. She called again, this time a little louder. "Joey!"

She heard a noise from inside then lay back down. Her heart beat a little faster as she could hear Joey approaching. Then came a light tapping on the patio door as before.

"Is that you Joey?"

"Er yes," he answered nervously.

"Come out onto the balcony, don't be shy."

She still had her eyes closed but she felt a thrill quiver through her body as she heard the patio door slide open. She could feel Joey standing there as she lay face down, naked apart from the thong she wore.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows which, arching her back enhanced the curve of her lower back towards her naked buttocks. She looked up at Joey, a little stream of sweat ran from his forehead down his cheek. The poor boy looked so hot, and she was not helping.

"Joey, I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but would you do me a big favour?"

"Depends what it is," he answered quietly. "The boss wants me to finish this off." He gestured to the room where he'd been working.

"It won't take too long," she assured him. "You see my back; I want to make sure I don't burn in this sun and it's so difficult for me to put sun screen on myself. My husband is always warning me about it, but there's not much I can do when I'm alone like this, is there?"

"You want me to do it?" Joey could hardly believe what Becky was asking him to do.

"Oh, thank you Joey, I'd be very grateful to you ... very grateful. Use that over there." She reached out an arm to point to the sun screen lotion.

As he picked it up, Becky gathered her hair and pulled it up so her back was completely uncovered for Joey.

Joey had to kneel down beside Becky as she lay on the low sunbed. He squeezed some out of the tube and let the cream drop onto Becky's back making her shiver as the cold paste touched her hot skin. Tentatively he began to smooth it across her back.

"Oh Joey, that is so nice, your hands are lovely and warm, they feel so strong." She moaned with pleasure.

"Must be the heavy work I do." Joey was still feeling embarrassed but finding it a little easier to talk.

He continued to rub the cream into her shoulders but Becky had other ideas. "Don't be shy, you can go lower, I want all of me done. You don't mind, do you?"

"Er, no, that's ok." Joey continued rubbing the cream onto Becky, moving down to her lower back. Her skin felt so smooth yet firm and his growing penis began to throb inside his heavy overalls. He could feel the wetness from his precum.

"You don't mind doing my bum do you Joey?" asked Becky sexily. "The skin is quite tender there, it can burn easily."

Joey didn't answer, he just did as Becky directed. The feel of Becky's bare buttocks was almost too much to handle. He tried to smooth the cream onto her bottom and rub it in clinically, rather than caressing and feeling the loveliness of it. Becky knew the torment he must have been going through, but rather than feeling sympathy, she was feeling elated.

"Do you think I have a nice bottom, Joey?" she asked.

"Yes, I do."

"How does it compare to your girlfriends?"

"Er, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment." Joey felt embarrassed to admit.

"I'm shocked Joey. The girls are really missing out if no-one has managed to catch you."

Becky was aware he was lingering at her buttocks and his clinical rubbing was beginning to drift into caressing.

"You're giving my bum plenty of attention Joey, don't forget the rest of me. You don't want my legs to burn do you?"

"I'm sorry," Joey said quickly and nervously, hoping his lust hadn't been found out. He moved down to her legs a little disappointed that he'd had to leave those beautiful soft buttocks. He looked at her back, bottom and legs and yearned to have a girl so beautiful. Her skin, from her neck down to her ankles glistened with the cream that he had so tenderly applied. It just made her look even more beautiful and sexy.

Becky turned over and lay on her back. "Have you finished?" she asked as he looked down at her perfectly formed breasts.

Thinking that she was prompting him to do her front he squeezed some cream onto his hands and reached for her breasts. Becky however had set him up. As his hand reached her breast, she protested with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Hey!" She pushed his hand away.

"I'm really sorry," Joey stammered, "I thought you meant ..."

"I only asked you to do my back because I couldn't reach it." She gave a cheeky giggle. "Don't worry, I'm only teasing you, but I can reach my own front."

Joey continued kneeling next to Becky not knowing what to do. He knew what he wanted to do and that was to kiss her, but Becky could sense exactly what he was thinking.

She looked into his eyes. "Do I have an effect on you Joey?" She sat up and swung her legs around onto the floor placing her legs slightly apart.

Joey was transfixed by her gaze in his kneeling position now with their heads level. "How do you mean?"

"You don't have a girlfriend at the moment, so how long is it since you've touched a woman like you've just touched me?"

Joey was very embarrassed with this question and Becky knew, especially as no answer was forthcoming..

"Have I turned you on?" Her voice was so sweet and alluring.

"A bit," he admitted.

"How much?" She had him where she wanted him, and she wasn't going to let him off the hook. "Have you got an erection?"

"Yes." The words blurted out.

"Let's see it," Becky whispered. "I said I'd be grateful to you for putting cream on my back, didn't I? Let me show you my gratitude."

Joey undid his overall as he stood up, and it dropped to the floor. His penis stood erect in his boxer shorts with a little pool of precum stretching from the head outwards in a circle. He then carefully lowered them to the floor and stood with his erect penis pointing upwards level with Becky's face.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I really have turned you on, haven't I?"

She gently touched the stem with a finger and traced a line of precum that had trickled down, back up to the head. Joey winced with pleasure. Becky noticed and thought how easily it was to please the boy who clearly had very little experience.

"Did you like me touching you like that?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Do you like this better?" she asked as she wrapped her right hand around his penis and gently and slowly pumped it.

"Oh yes!"

"I see you do." She smiled. "How about this?" She moved towards him and directed it into her mouth with her hand and sucked it deep into her mouth.

Joey's legs weakened and he swayed slightly, moaning as he closed his eyes. After a few seconds, she took her mouth away but carried on stroking with her hand.

"Tell me Joey, has a girl ever touched you like this before? Tell me the truth or I'll stop."

Joey would have admitted anything to Becky at that moment, his deepest, darkest secret. He felt totally in her power. "No."

"Poor Joey. Let's see what I can do for you then."

She took him back into her mouth and slowly began to suck him again. Knowing he wouldn't last long, Becky hoped she'd got her timing right. She didn't suck too hard or stroke too fast because she didn't want to bring him too close to the edge too soon. She could tell she had her work cut out to do what she intended as Joey was moaning as though he was getting very close, and it looked like he was going to come when suddenly, to Becky's delight, the doorbell rang. Becky let the penis drop from her mouth and she quickly stood up.

"Oh no, we've run out of time, it looks like your boss is back," she said, faking disappointment.

Joey looked at Becky with panic in his eyes. He was on the brink of coming. "But what about ..."

"There's no time, I'll have to let him in. You'd better get dressed, you'll be in so much trouble if he catches you like that when you should have been working." She placed a soothing hand on his face. "I'm so sorry Joey, I wanted it to be so nice for you." She turned away and put on her shorts and top.

"I could come back tonight," he said hopefully.

"What?" Becky looked at him as if he was insane. "With my husband here?"

"But you've left me like this."

"I'm sorry Joey," said Becky sternly. "You'll just have to be grown up about it. Now get back to finishing the doors so you don't get into any trouble."

She turned away from him, and once out of his sight, a big grin spread on her face. She went into the living room across to the intercom to speak to Mr Dobson.

By the time he had got up to the apartment, Joey was dressed and completing the work he was meant to have been doing.

Becky took off her top and shorts and went into the empty living room opening the blinds as she passed them to let more light in. She loved to be practically naked, it turned her on and she certainly felt turned on right now with teasing poor Joey. She felt a sudden sadistic desire to strip Joey naked, tie him down spread-eagled and do everything she could to tease and turn him on, bring him to the brink time after time only to deny him at the vital moment. The poor young lad had obviously never been with a girl before; he was so shy and vulnerable, at her mercy.

"Becky, you're such a bitch," she said out loud laughing as she spoke.

The work at the apartment had been finished mid-afternoon. As it turned out, Joey had most of the work done before Becky had invited him onto the balcony, so Mr Dobson was quite pleased with his apprentice after all. Becky had never done anything like this before, teasing a stranger so sadistically. She was on a sexual high at the thought of what she'd done. To do that to such a young lad, a virgin as well, how humiliated and frustrated he must have felt. She marvelled at how cruel she could be and how much pleasure she had derived from her actions. She was actually disappointed that Mr Dobson hadn't given him a telling off for not completing the work. How mean could she be?

As she surveyed the doors from the outside, it didn't seem to look much different, but when she went inside and pulled the sliding doors together, she was amazed. She could clearly see through into the bedroom only about three feet from the side of the bed. Mr Dobson stood watching Becky inspect, confidently awaiting her approval at his good work. Joey busied himself clearing away the tools into the tool box deliberately avoiding eye contact with his tormentor.

Becky stepped out of the wardrobe. "Excellent Mr Dobson, I'm very pleased with the work you've done."

Mr Dobson smiled knowing he always had satisfied customers. "I'll just pop down to the van for the invoice. Joey, you carry on tidying up here. You don't have a hoover he could use do you Mrs Emerson?"

"Yes, you get the invoice, I'll sort Joey out."

Mr Dobson went out leaving Becky and Joey alone for the first time since the teasing incident. Becky in her cruelty wanted Joey to say or do something so she could put him down again. She fetched the hoover from the cupboard making sure her movements attracted the eyes and lust of Joey.

"What do you want with see through mirrors on the wardrobe?" he asked.

"Maybe to tie you to a chair, gag you and put you in there so you can watch me fuck my husband tonight," she answered provocatively. She was getting more confident in her sadistic mood.

Joey didn't know what to say, he couldn't understand this woman. Was she joking? Was this an invite.

She suddenly laughed out loud. "You believe me, you sweet boy. Look, I'm so sorry we were interrupted before, your boss came back just at the wrong time. You were unlucky. Had he been two minutes later, you'd have got your first blow job, but don't worry it won't be long before you find someone who'll give you not just a blow job but plenty more."

"I'd still like it from you." Joey felt he could talk her round.

"Sorry, it ain't going to happen," Becky said abruptly. "You'd best get my carpet done and then you can go home for a cold shower."

Joey gave in and reluctantly did as he was told. Mr Dobson soon returned and Becky handed him some cash and Joey a sexy wink as they left. She could have sworn Joey looked about to cry as she closed the door behind him.

Becky leaned with her back to the door for a second then moved the large upright wooden chair into the bedroom. With some effort, she got it into the wardrobe and positioned it so anyone sitting on it would be in a perfect place to watch what happened on the bed. She was most satisfied with the whole day, now she had to wait up for David to see the look of surprise on his face. But more so she was desperate for tomorrow.

Becky had a long bath in the evening and afterwards did some accountancy work. When she'd finished, she had some supper, watched TV, then went to bed with a book. At midnight, David came home, he stumbled into the bedroom and expressed his surprise that Becky was still awake.

She had been waiting up for him so she could show him what she had in store for him, tomorrow.

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If readers want to know what happened the following day, just go to Chapter 5 of The Journey of David and Becky.