Charlie's Dominatrix Neighbour

Charlie

It happened when Charlie was between terms in college. He was nineteen and had thought that IT knowledge was the way forward in life, although he was now starting to have serious doubts about his abilities and motivation to complete the course.

There were more things on his mind on that day than his course, IT in general, or the privet hedge that he was pruning at the front of the small semi he lived in with his Mum, who was at work as usual during the week. The fact was that he was still, incredibly, a virgin, despite the three girlfriends that he'd had over the past several years. They had done plenty of things, of course, but hadn't gone 'all the way' and Charlie had never been one to push things in the slightest with a girl, even though he'd been left with a serious case of blue balls on more than one occasion.

Still, it was a sunny, pleasant day in May, so he set about his task cheerfully enough, trying to put the subject of his embarrassing virgin state firmly out his mind until he was disturbed by a delivery guy who had parked across the road and tried unsuccessfully to deliver a parcel to Miss Stewart's. The driver spotted Charlie and asked if he would take the parcel for her. Charlie readily agreed. It was a chance to speak to someone that he found to be completely gorgeous and sexy, despite the fact that she was at least fifteen years older than he was.

Charlie felt butterflies of excitement when, about twenty minutes later, Miss Stewart pulled onto her driveway in a new black Mercedes and climbed out of the driver's seat.

Charlie's stomach flipped. She was tall, dressed in a dark businesswoman's suit and heels at the end of long, athletic-looking legs. She had short black hair, piercing grey eyes, a slightly hawkish nose, high cheekbones and full red lips.

'Hey, Miss Stewart?' Charlie said, his voice a little high for his liking.

She turned and looked at him, smiling in a way that made her face really attractive and his stomach did yet another forward roll.

'I've got a parcel for you, here,' he managed. It was quite a large box in truth and he held it up to show her.

'Could you be a darling and bring it into the house for me, Charlie.' It wasn't a question, and the sound of his name on her lips made his heart beat all the faster. She turned and approached the front door. Charlie stumbled after her, conscious now that he had on only shorts, sliders and an LA Lakers basketball vest. He wasn't sweaty yet, there was that, as he'd only just started on the hedge, thank God.

'Could you be an absolute angel and take it upstairs for me, please?' she asked without turning around and entered her living room. The stairs were in front of him, so he walked up them, reached the landing, and saw a door that was ajar on his left hand side.

When he pushed this open, and walked inside, he froze in place, literally. The only piece of furniture was a large, wide bench in an x shape covered in black leather or plastic. There were leather cuffs at the point of each x where hands and feet could be tied up, a mirrored ceiling and mirrors the length of the main wall. On the opposite was a mounted cupboard full of whips, more restraints, dildos, what looked like clamps and implements that Charlie could not fathom in terms of what they did. They just looked like torture devices.

'I meant to say second room on the left, sweetie.'

Charlie turned around and Miss Stewart had crept into the room. She was smiling and smoking a cigarette as she looked him up and down. Charlie felt himself responding, almost against his will. He had always liked dominant women for some reason and although he didn't smoke or even vape himself, beautiful women smoking like Lady Gaga and Eva Green had always given him a twinge of desire.

'Can I ask you something, Charlie?' She said, blowing a plume of smoke in his direction. He nodded, unable to speak. Her eyes were catlike and twinkling with mischief.

'Are you a virgin? I think that maybe you are and I've noticed you looking at me in the past as though you'd like me to fuck you. Is that right?'

Charlie's penis; a traitor to his modesty, was now rising in earnest, tenting his shorts. Her eyes flicked down to it and her smile turned into a grin as his cheeks burned red.

'Yes, I am a virgin,' he croaked, finally.

'Would you like me to change that? Would you like me to fuck you?'

He nodded, robbed of speech once again.

'Good,' she said. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed. When I come back in I will be Mistress from then on and you must do as I say. Agreed?'

'Yes,' Charlie managed from a throat as dry as a desert.

He took off his clothes with trembling fingers and put them in a neat pile by the side of the bed. His cock, which had been twitching with pleasure under Miss Stewart's gaze subsided as he unveiled it to the cool air in the room. This was like a porn film, but it was real and he was more than anxious about all the Dominatrix stuff in the cupboard. What if she tied him up and whipped him or something? He wasn't into pain as far as he knew, and certainly not sexual pain, but if she wasn't bullshitting him, this could be the chance to finally lose his cherry and to a beautiful woman in the bargain. No more having to lie to his mates about some random he'd met on holiday in Spain who never actually existed; no more worrying, anxiety and embarrassment.

He lay on the bed and stared up at himself in the mirrored ceiling feeling a mixture of excitement, fear and a surreal incredulity that all this had happened in a few minutes in a supposedly mundane day in his mundane village.

It seemed like a long time before the door opened and Miss Stewart walked back in; a lithe hip-swinging swagger that said that she was firmly in charge. And oh, God! She was dressed in a black leather Basque that exhibited large, full breasts, and tapered down to her groin, black, knee-length leather boots on long, shapely legs and black leather gloves that extended to her elbows: The perfect Dominatrix.

'Voila,' she said and twirled around, giving Charlie a glimpse of her fine arse, covered in sinful,               shining leather. He was glad that he was lying down at that moment as he feared that his legs would have been hard put to support him.

And speaking of hard, his cock was already rising at the glorious sight of her, something that wasn't lost on Miss Stewart. She smiled and licked her lips, making it twitch involuntarily.

'You see, slave, I work in the city in a room bigger but not dissimilar to this one. My clients are mostly middle aged men in need of domination, but I'm not attracted to them at all. You, on the other hand are a sweet boy, young and fine but shy. I don't have sex with clients, but I want some young cock, and this will be my pleasure as well as yours.'

Charlie groaned. His dick was throbbing with need and desire. He licked dry lips.

'I think I'm going to explode, Mistress,' he said. 'And I don't want to let you down.'

She laughed, a husky pleasant sound and walked towards the cupboard. Charlie felt a sliver of fear, but when she turned around, he saw that she had plucked a cigarillo from a packet and was holding it between gloved fingers before she lit it with a silver lighter and exhaled blue smoke into the air.

'Don't worry, slave. I won't hurt you. I saw your eyes widen before when I was smoking. You like it?'

He nodded.

'I'm going to take care of you first. Then we'll fuck. ' She pointed at his cock and walked towards him.

He waited, barely breathing, as she knelt down in the space between his legs and then leather gloved fingers wrapped around his aching dick. He gasped. For a second, they held him there and when he glanced down, she took a pull on the cigarillo and blew smoke over his the head of his gleaming, throbbing penis, smiling again as she did so. He moaned helplessly.

She pulled his foreskin back and began to move her hand slowly along his shaft, up and down as the hand holding the cigarillo clamped around his balls. The warm, soft sensation of leather on his most private of parts was pure ecstasy

'Oh, God..' he spluttered, the orgasm already building sharply in his groin which was now also flooded with delicious heat.

'No God,' Miss Stewart said, 'Just me, your Goddess, pulling your lovely cock. Come for Mistress, slave. Come hard.'

The fingers slid up towards his head, moved faster, faster, and his dick, his balls, melted in her leather gloved hands as he came and shouted as he did so, cum spurting past her shoulder and onto the floor as she milked him, his mind full only of joy mixed with guilt as he came, spunk splattering everywhere; her smiling face and the hand that pumped relentlessly until he was spent and he finally let his head fall back onto the bed, panting. His girlfriends had touched him and a girl called Julie had made him cum once, but what happened just wasn't even on the same planet. He felt drained and hollowed out but in a good way.

'How was that for you?' Miss Stewart asked, the catlike look back on her face. As she spoke she lifted one gloved hand that was slick with his spunk.

'Oh, I'm sorry about that... Mistress. I'll clean it up. But it was amazing... the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me. Thank you.'

She laughed the throaty laugh again and took a drag on her cigarillo.

'You're welcome and don't worry about cleaning up, my sweet young slave. Just go next door and take a shower and I'll take care of things. There's a towel hanging up behind the door that's clean. Then you can come back in and I'm going to give you the main course.'

As spent as he was, a shiver of excitement still shook the nerve endings in Charlie's groin at those words. He rose off the bed with legs that were a little unsteady and did what he was told by going into the bathroom next door and entering a shower cubicle. He turned the shower on and adjusted the controls to his liking as he showered and washed himself clean. As he soaped his genitals, he felt the first stirrings of life in his cock again. That was the joy of being nineteen, he supposed.

Once he had dried himself, he went back into the room, brain buzzing with excitement. He saw immediately that the x shaped bed had been altered, and that the bottom x had been pushed together. Miss Stewart was reclining on it lazily, but she had removed the Basque and her magnificent breasts complete with large dark nipples drew his gaze, as did her vagina, which was shaved and swollen.

'Like what you see?'

'Yes... Mistress.'

'Good,' she said and stood up. Now lie down. I like to be on top, which might not be a surprise to you, I suppose.'

When he lay down on the bed she walked up and down on either side, bootheels clicking; examining his body properly, not rushing. A gloved hand stroked his leg, trailed across his thigh, his face, his chest and then rubbed playfully at his nipples. She avoided the place that he longed for her to touch again.

Charlie felt his body respond and that lazy smile on her face grew wider. God, she was absolutely fucking mesmerising and he was happily powerless to resist.

Suddenly she was lying on top of him, breasts pressed against his chest, his reinvigorated cock jammed against her labia as she moved her hips subtly, rubbing it on the head of his penis. Her face was inches from his and he smelled the languorous perfume of her body and breath that was fragrant with an underlying scent of tobacco which thrilled him even more somehow. Then those full red lips fastened on his and her tongue invaded his mouth, taking it prisoner as it explored his teeth and licked at his own tongue. Gloved fingers fastened in his hair and probed his face, and then he felt the other hand seize his cock as she lifted herself up slightly and impaled herself on him.

Charlie almost cried out in shock. It was warm and wet and tight; the friction on his cock already bringing the sweet promise of release. She sat up, eyes alight, gloved hands on his chest as she rode him, slowly at first. He looked up and saw her on top of him in the mirror, her lovely smooth arse moving back and forward, black booted legs flanking his own.

'You've got a lovely cock,' she breathed and moved faster on top of him so he plunged even deeper inside and this, coupled with her next words ramped up his approaching orgasm. 'And it's my cock. I own it, now.'

Her breathing was speeding up as she leant back, grabbed his hands and placed them on her magnificent breasts. His mind was in sensory overload as he fondled them and brushed the hard nipples with his fingers.

'Yes, slave... pinch them... harder.'

He did what she asked and she moaned and then pushed him back down, squeezing his nipples with the leather gloved fingers, returning the compliment, all the time fucking him harder. She lay forward and took his right nipple in her mouth; tongue swirling, lapping, biting gently then a little harder and finally sucking. More Ecstasy. It seemed that there was a nerve that extended from the nipple straight to his cock.

It was all too much. Charlie exploded inside her, and as he did, she yelped.

'Ah, fuck, yes, good boy... good slave.'

Oh, God, he was making her orgasm and at that realisation his mind went blank as he came for what seemed like five minutes inside her until she stopped moving her hips.

She bent down again and kissed him, slowly, sensuously, not so hungry this time, savouring him. Her face was flushed with what he hope was pleasure. His cock slid out of her with a plop as she climbed off and she smiled down at him. He looked back and smiled too, completely in love and certainly under her spell.

'My turn for a shower,' she said and left the room.

By the time she returned, he was dressed and she was wearing a red silk dressing gown. The boots and gloves were gone and instead she wore a normal pair of slippers. Her short hair was a wet black cap on her head but despite the changes she still looked absolutely stunning.

'Let's go and have a drink, Charlie,' she said. 'I don't know about you, but all that exercise has made me thirsty.

Charlie noticed that he was Charlie again and no longer 'slave'. He didn't care what she called him to be fair, but thought that it meant that sex was over for today, which gave him a twinge of disappointment.

She had a coffee and he had a Sprite. They sat in the living room which was tastefully decorated and talked about mundane things like his college course and her liking for sport, particularly rugby. She was really pleasant, had a playful sense of humour and seemed to be genuinely interested in him.

The only reference she made to what had just happened was when she lit up a cigarette, blew out a raft of smoke and winked at him.

'Don't get turned on,' she said, smiling in that way that instantly turned him on.

When they had finished their drinks, she stood up, meaning that it was time to leave. As he stood to join her she came forward and threw her arms around him in a hug. He inhaled her, savoured the feel of her body against his and hugged back gently.

'That was wonderful today, darling,' she breathed into his ear, changing the nerve endings in his body yet again. 'You'll never forget your first time, will you. Give me your number and I'll text you when I'm free. Perhaps we can do this kind of thing again, if you'd like to.'

He nodded mutely and then gave her his mobile number when she had her phone ready. When he got to the front door, he turned and mumbled a thank you, which was hesitant but heartfelt.

'Sweet boy,' she said and kissed him on the cheek, that catlike smile on her face again.

'Until next time.'

He walked down her driveway, floated down really, past the new Merc, his mind in a daze. When he started to cut the hedge again, some half an hour later, he wondered if he might have dreamt the whole thing. But he hadn't, the memory of losing his virginity to this beautiful, dominant woman would be with him forever.

But for now, he would wait for her text and hoped that she wanted to see him again.