Charlie's Dominatrix Neighbour Pt. 02

Charlie Part 2

A week went by after Charlie's encounter with Miss Stewart, and he hadn't received a text from her. This was hugely disappointing as he was constantly fantasising about another session in her special room and reliving what happened when he lost his virginity to her in spectacular and kinky style.

He was still between college terms and had work to catch up on before he went back in September, but he was finding concentrating on said work impossible. His mind kept going back to what happened last week; the feel of her gloved hands on his cock, her piercing eyes staring down as she rode him, her mouth on his and the soft, exploring tongue, the wonderful sensation of being inside her. He had masturbated multiple times about it all but wanted the real thing again.

He caught a rerun of Goldeneye on TV last night, a movie he hadn't watched before, and when Bond met Famke Jannsen's character, Charlie had to turn away from his mum, who was sitting on the couch next to him, to hide an almost instant erection. Famke looked eerily like Miss Stewart, apart from the longer hair and shape of her nose. In the scene she was smoking a cigar while she played cards against Bond in some high class casino. It was almost too much for Charlie. When the scene finished, he made an excuse to his mum that he was tired, went to bed and jacked himself off immediately. When he finished, he'd lay back down on his bed, spent but a little frustrated all the same. It was clear that he was absolutely obsessed with Miss Stewart now and that it probably wasn't healthy to be dreaming about kinky sex all of the time. Real life and relationships just weren't like that, were they?

He was thinking about the movie again the next morning when his mobile phone pinged with a message.

Come over now.

It was Miss Stewart. A command, no more, no less.

He replied with a thumbs up, then felt stupid until she answered with a capital letter X.

Stomach tingling in anticipation, he put on some more aftershave, thankful that he'd showered this morning (after masturbating about her again), and locked the front door as he left the house, dressed in his smartest jeans and a new button up designer shirt.

It was a pleasant sunny morning, but he barely noticed this as he walked across the road towards her front door, past the black Merc parked in the driveway and in through the slightly open front door that he closed behind him with trembling fingers.

'Come in, darling,' she said, voice husky and friendly.

His mind came back with: Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly, but he did so willingly enough, eagerly. The blinds on the front window were drawn and when he saw her sitting in her armchair, it was apparent why, and his body responded instantly.

She was wearing a red, latex nurses uniform complete with a white triangular patch and a red cross over her breasts. This ensemble ended with a short skirt exposing black suspenders at the top of her gorgeous legs and high heeled ankle length red boots. No gloves this time, but her long, painted nails sported black nail polish.

'Like what you see?' she asked.

Charlie nodded. She laughed in that sexy, playful way she had, pulled a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table next to her, lit it and took a cheek sucking drag before pluming smoke from perfect red lips.

'You look very handsome today, Charlie. I'm sure that you've been thinking about me, and I've been thinking about you, too. I'm aware that I've corrupted you a little, and while that gives me a thrill, I won't lie, submitting to someone like me can become addictive. You might not get a kick out of being with a girl with a vanilla lifestyle in the future, if you know what that means.'

'Yeah, I do,' Charlie said. 'But I don't care.' He meant it at that moment, despite his earlier misgivings. He just wanted her to be with her again, whatever the consequences.

Miss Stewart smiled and took another pull on her cigarette.

'Good, because I want to push your boundaries today, darling. Do you trust me?'

'Yes,' he said, looking greedily at her firm, supple legs and the swell of her breasts beneath the latex.

'Go upstairs then and wait for me while I finish my cigarette. Don't get undressed.'

Charlie walked upstairs and went into the room he'd visited last time. Everything appeared to be the same until he looked around and saw what looked like a dentist's chair in the corner but with extensions where he would put his legs into stirrups with straps attached to them. At the side of the chair was a small table with a tub of lubricant of some kind on it, a small cordless electric shaver and a long plastic device with a bulbous head that was attached to a lead and plug affixed to a socket above the skirting board.

Fear fluttered in his chest. What the fuck was he getting himself into? For the first time, the hot lust that he felt for Miss Stewart subsided with the anxiety he now felt at the sight of the chair and whatever the fuck that was on the table next to the shaver.

'Don't be frightened,'

Her voice made him turn, and she was there in all her full breasted long legged glory, hands on hips and giving him that hundred watt smile that made her face even more gorgeous.

'Nurse will take such good care of her young slave.'

She walked up to him, her perfume and the sheer sexual presence of her intoxicating. Her eyes captured his and he was lost all over again.

'First, before examination, I must remove your clothes.'

Her fingers quickly undid his shirt buttons, and she pulled the shirt off as he lifted his arms in compliance. She cast it onto the floor and now her fingers were roaming across his chest, nails sharp and as black as midnight, stroking the soft chest hair, flicking his nipples, rising to cup his neck and then finding his mouth, pushing two fingers inside to brush his tongue.

'Suck,' she commanded.

He did, as her other hand expertly undid his jeans and pulled his zip down before plunging inside his boxers like a velvet spider, feeling, stroking and grabbing first at his balls and then his hardening cock. He moaned and she removed her fingers.

'Oh, what do we have here?' she laughed, and then pulled his jeans down so that they pooled at his feet. Now he was standing only in his boxers, shoes and socks, an erection straining against the fabric of his shorts.

'You can take the rest off, slave and then go and sit in that chair.'

Charlie bent down awkwardly, pulled his shoes and socks off, then his jeans. He hesitated at the boxers.

Miss Stewart grinned. 'Take them off as well. You know you want to.'

Charlie did and did as she asked, noting that his cock was tingling with pleasure despite his nerves. He went up to the chair and sat down on the cool plastic. His legs naturally slid into the stirrups and now he noticed straps on the armrest too. The whisper of anxiety deepened.

But it was too late. She was already binding his ankles with the stirrup straps and his wrists quickly followed.

'Now my patient is ready for a thorough examination,' she said in that husky, sexy voice.

She walked into the space between his legs and took hold of his cock between her soft fingers, just holding it as it swelled to its maximum six inches, throbbing slightly. She ran a black nailed finger gently over the head and he shuddered, already feeling quite near to orgasm, despite masturbating this morning; his eyes devoured the sight of her, smiling as she fondled him; a vision of latex dominance, the low cut outfit emphasising her full cleavage, short black hair framing her beautiful face; the high cheekbones, slightly hawkish nose, the gorgeous lips.

'You can't cum until I tell you, slave. Remember that' she said, but only God knew how he was going to stop himself. He was helpless to resist her.

She plucked at the brown pubic hair around his balls, pinching him a little.

'I like a smooth slave, so all of this will have to go, I'm afraid.'

Miss Stewart picked up the shaver and kept his erect cock in her other hand as she switched the device on and started to trim his pubic hair. Charlie froze as the buzzing filled his ears, and he felt the metal teeth of the shaver grazing his balls and the skin around them. It didn't hurt exactly and the pressure of her fingers on his cock tightened a little as she sheared him, making it pulse harder. He didn't have that much hair, but what he did have quickly fell to the hardwood floor.

'Don't cum,' she ordered, her face stern now. Somehow it made her even more desirable.

'Oh, God, I might not be able to stop myself, Mistress... please...'

She released his cock and switched off the shaver. It twitched a couple of times and a small ooze of pre-cum escaped it, much to Charlie's embarrassment.

Miss Stewart chuckled 'Deep breaths, slave. I'm going to let you calm down for a few minutes, otherwise you might just explode and disappoint Mistress.'

Bootheels clicking, she turned and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

Several minutes passed. Charlie's cock gradually but almost reluctantly began to subside, and he took stock of his situation. The air felt cool on his groin and when he shifted slightly in his seat, the inside of his thighs rubbed against hairless balls which felt decidedly weird and when he glanced down, he was reminded of how he looked when he was pre-pubescent.

He shook his head. Here he was, strapped down in a chair waiting for Miss Stewart to do God knew what else now she had shaved him. His eyes kept straying back to the device on the table next to the shaver and what he presumed was lubricant. It was obviously powered by electricity, but what did it do? Shock him? God, this was so surreal. He was in a Dominatrix's play room across the road from his own house, tied down to a chair, waiting for this beautiful, but unpredictable Goddess to return.

A few more minutes passed and then the door opened. She came back in, approaching slowly with that hip-swinging walk, smiling at him as she looked between his legs. As she stepped back into the space between them, his flaccid member was already thickening and growing. The smile became a knowing grin. He noticed a black rubber glove in her hand.

'You're cock really loves me, slave,' she said, and the words stiffened him back to full mast. She put the glove on her left hand, reached across to the table and picked up the lubricant.

'Now you have to trust me, completely,' she said and again the sense of unease filtered back into Charlie's stomach.

'What are you going to do?'

'What are you going to do, Mistress,' she corrected, with an arched eyebrow.

'Sorry... what are you going to do... please... Mistress?'

'That's better. What I'm going to do is touch you in a place that even your mother hasn't touched before. But you have to trust me and relax, slave. If you do that, if you trust your kinky Nurse, she will give you an experience that my clients pay lots of money for, but that I will give you free of charge. Would you like that?'

Charlie hesitated. He knew that she was going to violate his arse in some way, but didn't think that she would hurt him, or hoped so, but at the end of the day she was a Dominatrix and lots of her customers liked pain. He didn't think that he did, but he also didn't want to look like a wimp in front of her, either.

'Yes... ok... please Mistress,' He answered finally.

'Good. You won't be disappointed my young slave.'

Miss Stewart plopped some lubricant on her gloved index finger and in an instant, he felt it cool on his arse as her finger rubbed slowly around his rectum. The other hand reached out and stroked his cock, which had subsided again, slowly, the black polished nails gently scratching before she took a grip of the rising cock between her fingers and pulled his foreskin back to reveal the gleaming head. As she did, the finger plunged slowly inside his rectum and Charlie tensed for a moment, panting out breath.

'Relax,' she said in a low, soothing voice. 'Don't fight me. I won't hurt you if you don't'

Charlie forced himself to relax, which was difficult with the alien feeling of her finger inside him, although she had stopped moving it for a few seconds as he composed himself. She kept it still as her other hand began to work on his cock, up and down the shaft in a languorous motion until it was rock hard again, the sight of her black polished nails gripping the head sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

She began to move the finger again, slowly at first, in tandem with what she was doing to his cock, and as she did, the feeling of discomfort gave way to a new feeling of warm rapture throbbing from his rectum and joining itself with his cock. He gasped, but this time with the feel of an orgasm mounting quickly from his balls.

'Don't cum,' she said. 'You don't have my permission,'

Charlie tried to think of something else, anything else, computers, football, ugly images of war and destruction; anything to keep the inevitable at bay.

'Look at me, slave,' she said, and when he did, she had was smiling a Famke Jannsen smile, like a cat toying with a mouse, her fingers wrapped around his pulsing cock, yanking it up and down, other arm moving as she violated his rectum, her finger sliding in and out, in and out. 'Do you like Mistress Nurse fucking your arse and wanking your cock? Do you?'

Charlie groaned, on the verge of coming. 'Yes, Mistress... I love you fucking me... but I can't stop myself coming, I can't.'

Suddenly the hand gripping his cock was removed, her finger withdrew, and his cock was left twitching in mid-air, frustrated. More pre-cum leaked down his shaft as he sank back on the chair, breathing heavily.

'Oh, Jesus,' he said. 'Please... please finish me off.'

She laughed. 'It makes me wet when slaves beg. But I need a smoke break.'

Miss Stewart took off the rubber glove and walked towards the cupboard filled with whips, dildos, clamps and other implements. She plucked out a cigarillo from the packet she'd used last time and lit it with her silver lighter.

Exhaling smoke, she walked back towards him and examined his cock, which had stopped leaking but was still twitching. She bent down towards it as she took another drag, making the tip glow red, millimetres away from the head.

'If I burnt this guy, he'd stop being so horny,' she said, blowing smoke on it as she laughed out the words. 'But I've got other plans for it.'

Miss Stewart picked up the mystery device from the table and held it up in the hand without the cigarillo.

Again, Charlie wondered what she was going to do with this thing, and his cock stopped twitching.

Then she pressed a button, and the head began to buzz and vibrate.

'This is my magic wand,' she said, and moved back between his legs. She picked up his cock with her left hand, the cigarillo still burning between her fingers, and started to run the device around and onto his balls first and then up his shaft. He grunted at the strange, but pleasant sensation as she pulled his foreskin back to reveal the gleaming tip, before pressing the large head of the device on it and rubbing it around the sensitive hole.

Charlie groaned as she continued to circle the top of his penis, the vibrations bringing him back to orgasm yet again.

'Oh, fuck,' he said.

'Don't come, yet.' She commanded, then stuck the cigarillo between those full, perfect lips, gripped his cock harder and pressed a button on the wand, making the vibrations speed up.

'Oh, no... please... I can't stop, please Mistress,' he pleaded, bucking on the chair but unable to move much because of the restraints, trying for all that he was worth to resist the explosion that was on the brink of happening.

'Not yet,' she ordered, and somehow, he resisted for a few more seconds until she switched the wand off. More precum oozed down the throbbing penis as he lay back, breathing hard, his cock head feeling a little sore and uncomfortable now. He was also frustrated, desperate to cum, but he was completely under her control.

'Time for your favourite thing,' she said and went to the cupboard again, this time returning with a pair of wrist length leather gloves. She moved in between his legs, took a pull on her cigarillo and flicked ash on his stomach.

Then she gripped his cock in her right hand and pulled his foreskin back, exhaling smoke onto the moist tip of his penis as she pumped him firmly with the leather gloved fingers. He was near orgasm yet again within a few strokes. She took another drag of the cigarillo and put her full red lips millimetres away from his penis as she jerked harder, harder.

'You want me to suck this, don't you, slave?' she grinned and blew smoke on the head as she spoke. Her velvet tongue flicked out and lapped it once, twice.

'Oh, fuck... please...' he begged.

'Cum for me, cum now for Nurse Mistress. She wants a big sperm sample from your lovely cock.'

That was it; he groaned, spurting cum as she pointed the head towards his stomach and the discomfort became a sweet ache as she emptied him of what had been swelling in his balls for what seemed like hours. He knew why the French called orgasms 'little deaths' now as he bucked and writhed in a mixture of pure pleasure and a draining sensation, her hand pumping relentlessly.

'Ohhhh... fuck...' he gasped as she pumped the last drops from him and then mercifully stopped as it began to get uncomfortable.

Again, he fell back, exhausted.

'Stay there, darling,' she said.

She left the room. He realised, dimly that this session was over. She called him darling instead of slave. It was a bit disappointing. He was hoping that they would have sex again, but truth be told, after constantly masturbating about Miss Stewart and today's little adventure, he was a quite sore now that he had ejaculated.

A few minutes later, she came in with a bowl of water, some soap and a flannel. She was in her silk dressing gown now, so that meant it was definitely over.

She untied his hands and feet, put the bowl on the little table.

'You might want to wash yourself down a bit before you get in the shower, Charlie.'

'Thanks,' he said, and she left him to it. Afterwards he had a shower, dressed and went back downstairs.

She was waiting in the living room drinking coffee, with a bottle of coke for him on the table opposite, next to an armchair.

They talked like they had last time, about local stuff and inconsequential things until it was time for Charlie to leave.

When he was standing in the corridor, she gave him a tight hug and kissed him on the cheek. He inhaled the scent of her as she did, still dizzied by her sheer sexuality.

'I'll text you soon, darling, and we'll have some more fun,' she said, smiling, a devilish twinkle in her eyes.

Then he was back out into the sunshine, brain whirling as he headed home, already waiting for the next time.