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Not So Virgin Seductress (M,f - 1st, blackmail, semi-cons,
FemDom, toys, bd)
This story is PURE FICTION and only has a basis of factual
content where the description of the teenage girl involved comes
in. This is PURE FANTASY and has not happened nor is planned to
happen. But in the realm of fantasy, ones imagination can be let
loose and that's what has happened here.
(C) tpa_fl_erotic_writer@yahoo.com
It's all mine ... so don't steal it!! :o)
The first time that I saw this girl I knew there was something
odd about her, besides her hairstyle. Chelsea was a teenage
friend of my fiancé's daughter and a frequent visitor to our
apartment. But that first day when I saw her something inside of
me just rang out "be careful around this one." Maybe it was her
Terri Nunn-style of hair. You remember her, the lead singer from
the 80's band Berlin? Blonde on top, dark at the ends? Well
Chelsea had copied this look down to the letter, even going so
far as to straighten her hair. Of course, though, she never got
the clothes right. She was a typical 90's kid, wearing t-shirts
and jeans for everything. But it was the attitude that set off
red flags in my head that first day.
As time passed, those flags didn't decrease one bit. Chelsea and
Dez, my future stepdaughter, would come back to our place after
school and hang out listening to hip-hop music in Dez's room.
Thank God for doors, because the sound of that stuff gave me a
headache and made me want to go out and shoot a cop or rape
someone. The lyrics were so violent and the music itself was
like steel knives down a chalkboard to me. But after a week or
so of coming over, I could tell that Chelsea was beginning to get
bored of the usual "toys" that Dez had to choose from and was
more interested in something a bit newer.
As for me, well I'm sort of a stay-at-home kind of guy. I work
part time as a website manager for a local store down the street
and took care of the apartment the rest of the time. Of course,
I also watched a little TV and played on my computer like any
normal person would who spent some mornings and most afternoons
at home. Each day when the two of them would come home I'd
either be watching some afternoon cartoon show, usually some kind
of anime, or I'd be engrossed in playing a computer game. Of
course the apartment would be spotless from floor to ceiling so
that when my fiancé got home things would be perfect and she'd
appreciate all the things I do around here each day.
I remember it was a Tuesday the first time that I got to actually
hear more than "Hi" from Chelsea when she and Dez came in the
door, although it started out that same way again on that day.
Both girls came home and went right into the bedroom after saying
hello and getting a can of Diet Coke from the fridge. As I sat
in my computer chair turned towards the television that's when I
heard voices that were a bit more "heightened" than the usual
teen girl banter. I heard the door open, the music blasting out
from the room and a rustling of the plastic stars that hung from
Dez's doorway like one of those old 60's style doorways covered
with the beads.
Around the corner came Chelsea looking rather pissed off with her
Coke can in hand. Then I heard the door to Dez's bedroom close
and I knew there was a fight. Chelsea came over and slumped
herself in the loveseat and started to stare off into space. I
just kept watching TV for a bit and then looked over at her
sitting there sucking down Diet Coke like someone at Happy Hour
after a bad day at work.
"Want to talk about it, Chelsea?"
She just looked over at me with a glare like I'd asked her for a
million dollars. But once I turned back towards the TV, she
spoke up.
"I'm sorry Kyle, I shouldn't have snapped off one of those death
glares at you. I'm just so pissed off at Dez right now."
I turned back towards her and focused all my attention on her as
she sat there crunching the can between her fingers. "Well, I am
a good listener and you know that from all the times you and Dee
have talked. So go ahead, I'll listen."
"Thanks, but you're watching `toons. I don't want to disturb
you."
I reached my hand across towards the arm of the couch and grabbed
at the remote, pressed the off button and then set the remote
back down. "There, now who cares about the anime. Go ahead,
Chelsea."
She just looked over at me and smiled a bit. I smiled back and
then she got herself in a more comfortable position, pulling her
legs up close to her body. "Well, I am so sick of her listening
to rap all the time! All she talks about is Eminem this and
Tu-Pac that. Why is it when I try to introduce her to something
different she just pulls this me-me-me bullshit?"
I flung my head back and tried not to laugh out loud, then shook
my head and looked back at Chelsea. "Oh my, you've got a lot to
learn about kids don't you."
"Oh, so you think we're all like that?" she said with a snarl to
her voice.
"Did I say you were a kid or teenager, Chelsea? Yes, in
chronological age you are a teen. But in mental age you're so
far above Dez it makes you look like you've graduated from
college. She's a mental midget when it comes to you."
"But how do you know so much, Kyle? I mean, about me?" she said
with a very puzzled look on her face.
"What? You don't think Dee doesn't share things with me? Oh
believe me I know all about what she knows in regards to you and
I respect you and the things you've done."
"So you know all the bad things too then?"
I sat up a bit more. "Chelsea, the past is just that. What you
did is not important to me right now. What is important is that
you came through all that and aren't going down that same road to
repeating it. I judge a person on the present, not the past."
She just smiled at me even wider and took a sip from her can,
then went back into talking again. "All I wanted was to listen
to something more pop, I guess what you'd call `alternative' and
she just went freaky."
"Well that's simple. Dez is a very self-centred person, as are
most teenagers. All that matters is the moment and what they
want. Don't give it too much concern. You're a far better gal
than she is, Chelsea." I guess my words must have sunk in,
because after that she sat up a bit more and smiled even
brighter.
After that we just sat there and watched the rest of the anime I
was originally viewing and she asked lots of questions about what
was going on and who the characters were. After a while Dez must
have become bored and came out of her room. The two of them said
they were sorry and that was the last I saw of Chelsea that day
until my fiancé got home.
For several days after that, Chelsea would come home with Dez and
say hello to me each time, coming over to talk to me for a bit.
Usually it was about school-related things like what happened
that day and who got into trouble. Dez would stick around for a
bit of the time, but usually got bored and went into her room.
Chelsea would just sit there for a while and continue talking
about whatever was on her mind.
One day, though, she came over and pulled up a chair and sat next
to me as I worked on my computer. I happened to be playing "The
SIMS," a popular simulation video game where you can create
people and control their lives, including building them homes and
even places to buy clothes. Chelsea became fascinated with
watching me play on this day. Question upon question would pour
from her mind about the characters I'd created or the homes I'd
built. She took a great interest in one home that I had in
particular, The Goth family.
The Goths were an original Maxis-added family that I moved from
one neighbourhood to another and made a lot more gothic in
nature. After all, these people had a cemetery in their
backyard! Their name alone made them sound gothic, but the
headstones just added that extra touch. So I changed their
wardrobes to be a bit darker and gothic, tore down their original
home and built a larger, more gothic-looking place for them to
live. Chelsea was totally fascinated by them and each time she
was over wanted to see me playing them.
I'd always get the same kinds of questions, like, "So why do you
like gothic people so much?" and "Why did you make this
neighbourhood?" And each time the answer was the same.
"The Goths are only one family in the `hood here. It's a
neighbourhood of `bad people' or what society labels as bad. I
really like the way some goths dress, especially the darker
colours and I especially love the way the women dress. Something
about dark clothes and dark legs is just so intriguing to me."
For about a week she sat behind me and just watched as I played
with The Goths or would work on other families in the
neighbourhood. She even laughed as I was building a set of
mobile homes on a large lot and placing railroad tracks down
along the back of the property line so make it look as though
they were from "the wrong side of the tracks."
But then one day I was working on my master design when Dez and
Chelsea arrived at home. Both of them came over to peek, like
usual, and the rest was just pure comedy. Dez started the
conversation.
"So now what are you building, Kyle?"
"I'm working on a new home for my newest character, Lady
Katherine."
"Who's Lady Katherine?" Dez asked.
"She's a lady that, well, she sort of owns people and makes them
take care of her."
Chelsea almost spit up her Diet Coke all over and started
laughing. Dez, of course, was her usual blonde self and had no
clue what that meant. "You mean she's going to own slaves like
in the old days? Are they all going to be black? Gawd Kyle
that's soooooo racist of you!"
I just shook my head and looked over at Chelsea who was busting a
gut with laughter. Dez walked back to her room and closed the
door. Being a child that hated any form of racism, even though
she constantly made comments that were negative in light towards
those of a gay lifestyle, she was totally put off by my reference
that this woman was owning people.
"Good gawd she's so dense!" Chelsea commented. "She really had
no idea what you meant, did she?"
"Oh? And you know what's going on, right?"
"Oh please, of course I do! She's a dominatrix! You're building
her a dungeon on the first floor and a living area on the second.
I could tell the moment I saw it that the first floor was going
to be a dungeon with all those dark bricks and no windows. And
when I saw how you'd begun to build the second story with windows
and such I just knew what you were doing."
"So you know all about dommes, eh? Isn't that something a bit
abnormal for a teenage girl to know, Chelsea?"
She just laughed. "Oh Kyle you're funny! You think you know so
much about kids, don't you? But then you say something like
that. Of course our generation knows about shit like this. Hell
there's even a gal that I have 3rd period science with that has a
boyfriend who's her little subby. She makes him do all kinds of
things for her."
I just sat there stunned that a teenage girl would know anything
about dominance and submission play, let alone that there was
someone actually doing it in their teen years! Chelsea just
giggled and lay her hand across my shoulder, "You'd be surprised
what some teenagers know," and with that got up and went back
into Dez's bedroom. Meanwhile I just sat there, still stunned by
what I'd just heard, and then went back to making my home in my
game.
The weekend passed and Chelsea and Dez didn't see one another,
which was pretty typical for the way things went. Then Sunday it
was time to take Dez over to her father's place so that he'd get
his time with her. For me it was a welcome relief, as having a
teenager around to have to pick up after and take care of could
be pretty stressful at times. After all, I was a bit of an anal
person and liked my home to be clean at all times. And
teenagers, well especially this one, didn't even know how to pick
up pepperoni off the kitchen floor after they'd dropped it there.
Midway through the week there was a knock on the door about
4:30pm, the same time that Dez would come home. I rushed over to
the door when I heard the knock and looked out to see Chelsea
standing there, or at least the face and hair were Chelsea's!
"Hey, Dez isn't here, Chelsea. This is her time with her father
up in Pasco County."
"Yea I know. Can I come in?" she said in a rather disturbed
voice.
"Sure, hon. Everything okay?"
She moved past me and reached around me and pushed at the door to
close it. I was stunned for a second, but closed and locked the
door behind me. Then she threw her arms around me and held onto
me. I could feel her shaking and trembling. I didn't know what
to do at this point so I just held onto her and let her shake
against me.
"I got off the bus like usual and started to walk over this way
when I saw some really weird guy following me. Since I was alone
and stuff I could only think of one thing and that was coming
here. It is okay, isn't it?" she said with a fright in her voice
I'd never heard before.
"Oh my gawd of course it is!" I pulled her a bit closer and held
her tighter as I could tell this incident really freaked her out
and she was in need of some comfort. "Look, you sit on the couch
and I'll be back."
She just about jumped out of her skin in a panic, "Where are you
going?"
"I was just thinking that I should go outside and ..." That's
when she threw herself against the door and prevented me from
leaving.
"Like hell you're going out there! I thought you said I was safe
here?" There was a lot of fear in her eyes and they were almost
to the point of tears. I just took her and pulled her back into
my arms and held her.
"You are safe. I just wanted to make sure ... well, nevermind.
Whomever it is won't be getting in here and as long as I'm in
here you're going to be safe." Chelsea seemed to feel better
after hearing all of this and pulled away slowly.
"Hey, I'm sorry for freakin' out like that and throwing myself at
you and all but ..." I stopped her from continuing and spoke up.
"Chelsea it's okay. You and anyone else are always safe here. I
know kids are all freaked after what happened to that girl in
Sarasota so I don't blame you one bit. Just go sit down and
watch whatever you want to watch, okay? I was just in the middle
of cleaning the bathroom and especially the shower ... that's why
I'm sort of ... well ... under-dressed," I said with a slight
laugh.
Usually when the kids come over I'm dressed in a shirt and
shorts, but today I didn't expect anyone and I was in the
bathroom working hard to remove the dirt and stains from the
bathroom and the shower, so I was wearing as little clothing as
possible.
"By the way, what's with the cute new look? You going `goth' on
us?" I commented as I started back towards the bedroom and
bathroom area.
"Do you like it? Yea, I sort of liked what you did with the
Goths in the game and decided to pull together some of my own
clothes and dress up like `em a bit." She twirled around like a
ballerina showing me her outfit.
"It's adorable on you! Very stylish, very modern and very hot!"
Chelsea just beamed a smile back and said thanks, then sat down
on the couch and crossed her legs very lady-like and picked up
the remote. I took one last glance at her before leaving to make
sure she was okay and that's when I wondered if maybe her new
`look' wasn't what got her into trouble. After all, there she
sat in my apartment wearing a size-too-small black t-shirt that
was really tight to her chest and accented her developing
breasts. She was also wearing a very short black skirt that hung
at about her mid-thigh area when she stood up. And her legs were
encased in larger black fishnets over top of very fine pink net
hosiery with those bulky black boots that gothic-types typically
wear. Her makeup was also a bit more radical with dark eye liner
and shadow around the eyes and her hair was a bit more `punked'
out than normal.
I didn't give it a second thought then after I looked at her that
one last time and returned to the bathroom. I closed the bedroom
door behind me, as I knew that the next part of my adventure in
cleaning was best done sans clothing. The shower that I had
sprayed just before Chelsea arrived was ready to be scrubbed now.
It was one of those big stand-up showers, so any excess clothing
would have just gotten wet and I'd have had to change after
cleaning. So as part of my bi-monthly ritual I would spray the
shower, wait about 5 minutes and then strip down to nothing and
go scrub it out and take a fast shower after to rinse down both
the shower and myself of any chemicals that had gotten on me.
As was typical, I had to leave the bathroom door open because of
the quick steam build-up that would happen if I didn't. So at
the doorway I stripped down and got in the shower and began to
scrub at the floor first on my hands and knees and then all three
walls and the doors from floor to ceiling. For some reason the
glass doors were exceptionally coated with soap scum this time
around, so I paid more attention to them than usual and it took
me longer to get things done than it normally did.
I finished up the scrubbing and then turned on the shower and
began to rinse down the walls first and then work at the door,
followed by swishing the water around on the floor to rinse it
off thoroughly. By the time I felt everything had been rinsed
good, I felt dirty myself so I picked up my sponge and soap and
took a nice hot shower afterwards.
The feel of the hot water rinsing off my sweat felt so good. I
stayed in there a bit longer than usual, paying careful attention
to my private areas as the hot water had stimulated my penis and
made it semi-hard. It felt so good that I continued the
playfulness and began to stroke myself with the soap until I was
rigid and throbbing. It felt so good to be clean, and it also
felt so good to be playing with myself in the hot water. But
rather than shoot a load there, I saved it back and didn't waste
it. Though, the temptation was very strong to just release my
hot load and get rid of that built-up stress.
I shut down the shower after rinsing thoroughly and reached out
to grab my towel. I patted myself dry all over and then wrapped
the towel around my waist and sprayed the shower walls and door
down with the fresh shower spray and climbed out. I was still
pretty well aroused after all the playfulness I'd done in the
shower and my mind was more on ways of trying to find a "release"
for it that didn't involve me having to masturbate as usual. I
stood in front of the mirror then and began to re-fix my hair. A
few minutes later I collected up the cleaner, rags and sponges
into the cleaning bucket and walked out of the bathroom and set
them down on the floor near the bedroom door. But when I turned
around I was greeted with the most unsuspecting of sights.
"Wow! I always wondered just what you looked like without so
many clothes on and I guess I am getting my answer today." It
was Chelsea's voice and she was sitting on the edge of the bed
with her legs spread a bit apart in a very provocative pose. "I
must say, watching you shower got me soooo wet inside Kyle. And
watching you play with that incredibly nice big cock of yours.
Well, I knew that I was doing the right thing today."
I just turned 5 shades of red and covered myself over with my
hands. "Ch ... Chelsea ... tell me you're joking, right? You're
just a kid!"
"Kid? Baby, I'm more woman than you've probably ever had in your
life! I am certainly more than Dee and I know what she's like,"
she said as she got up off the bed and moved towards me. My
first reaction was to try and get into the closet and find some
clothes, but instead I was finding myself in a tug-of-war with
Chelsea over my towel. She grabbed a hold of it and nearly had
it off of me. I kept protesting, but she just laughed and kept
pulling at it. Finally she let go and I pulled the towel off of
myself far more than she ever could. There I was, exposed in
every way imaginable.
"Oh yes, I do like what I see and I'm going to enjoy making you
mine, Kyle."
"Excuse me? I think you've got some serious issues going on
here," I said as I tried to re-adjust the towel around my waist.
She reached out and grabbed it from out of my hands and flung it
across the room.
"There will be no more of THAT, Kyle. I said you're going to be
mine and I meant it!" she said as she moved closer to me.
"Yea, right," was the only comeback I could think of as I turned
around and began to reach towards the closet to get myself some
clothes. I figured she'd already seen everything so why try and
be too modest anymore and just get my clothes back on. That's
when I felt her grab my right wrist and pull it behind my back,
slapping a pair of metal cuffs around my wrist and then yanking
my left arm back and securing it in the handcuffs as well before
I could even begin to struggle.
"Now, slave. I told you I was going to make you mine and I meant
it!" she said as she turned me around and looked me in the eyes.
Her hand went immediately to my balls and I felt her long pink
fingernails dig into my skin. I let out a squeal of pain as she
tightened her grip around my sack.
"Did I make myself clear? I own you. I am going to have my way
with you. And you are going to obey my every single word or the
tape in that video camera over there gets shown to both Dee and
Dez and you're out on the streets so fast it'll make your head
spin! Do I make myself clear?
"But why, Chelsea? Why are you doing this? Haven't I been kind
and decent to you? Why blackmail me? And why are you acting
like some Domme-from-Hell?" I asked.
"Quite simple, Kyle. That friend I told you about who treats her
boyfriend like a subby? She's my best friend and when I told her
about you and how hot I thought you were, she helped me to plan
this out so that my first sexual experience with a man would be
the best. I don't want a boy ... I want a man. And I have
picked you as my prey, Kyle. You will be mine!"
Her blue eyes had almost changed to a greenish-colour since I'd
seen her earlier. It was if I was looking into the soul of a
different person. She truly seemed to have changed and had even
gotten into the closet and set up the video camera that my fiancé
and I owned and had it running. She'd also gotten into the
closet and found the riding crop and Dee's assorted toy box and
had several of them out on display as if she was almost showing
me what was to come next.
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