Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2006 19:44:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: tom boyplay <tom_boyplay@yahoo.com>
Subject: Found, Sealed and Delivered Chapter Three Bisexual, Authoritarian
Submitted Oct.4, 2006
tom_boyplay@yahoo.com
This story is for adults only. If you are a minor, do not read,
get out. This story contains graphic accounts of sexual activity. ( f/m,
m/m, ff/m mm/m )
FOUND, SEALED and DELIVERED
Chapter Three
Todd watched Mavis enter her bedroom and close the door before going
into his room. Excitedly, he locked the door and quickly began taking his
clothes off throwing them every which way. Kneeling and putting his eye
to the keyhole, he watched Mavis take a robe out of the closet and toss
it on the bed. She then went to her mirrored dressing table and began
brushing her hair. Todd's hand was on his penis, lovingly carressing it
as blood was being pumped furiously through his body.
Mavis saw that the light had been blocked out of the keyhole.
"Showtime," she said quietly. slipping out of her halter top, she threw
it on the bed and then pushed her shorts down to the floor. Steping out
of them, now wearing only a pair of white thongs, she posed in front of
the mirror, as if examining her trim body. She lifted her breasts and
turned around looking back over her shoulder, checking her ass out in the
mirror, while giving Todd a frontal view of her breasts and her thong
covered mound. Slipping her fingers under the elastic band of the thong,
she slipped it down, petitely stepping out of it and throwing it too on
the bed. She was sure she heard a slight groan sound come from the
keyhole area as she rubbed her hands over her sleek legs and ass.
Taking a towel, and wrapping it around her, she opened her door and
headed for her shower.
Todd groaned as he shot several spurts of cum onto the door
separating his and Mrs. Wilkes bedrooms. He was relieved that she had not
reacted to his involuntary noise when he had cum. He was sweating and
felt dissy from watching such a beautiful woman get naked and feel
herself like that. "This is going to be so great," he thought to himself.
Quickly grabbing some tissues from a box on the dresser, he wiped up the
evidence of his ejaculation and from his cock and dropped them into the
small trash container.
While Mrs. Wilkes was showering, Todd went to his computer and went
online. He saw that Miss. Vicky too was online but away from her
computer, so he sent her an instant message letting her know he was
waiting for her. Then he went to his favorite chat room and clicked
available. A few of his friends were there and he immediately began
getting IMs asking him when he was going to be on cam. Todd explained
that he had not hooked his cam up and that he was staying with a friend
of the family while his mother was gone for a year. Everyone wanted to
know where he was and could they call him or arrange a visit with him,
but Miss. Vicky had told him to never give out his phone number or actual
address to anyone online, so he told them he could not do that. He did
tell them he was in Little Rock, Arkansas though, but none of his friends
lived very close. Todd sat naked in front of his computer as men told him
what they wanted to do with him. Some wanted to suck his monster cock
while others wanted him to suck them and a few wanted to fuck him and
make him their bitch. Todd played with his penis when he was not typing.
Todd heard the telephone ring and thought he heard Mrs. Wilkes in
her bedroom. He told the guys he would be back later and exited the chat.
He crept to the door and put his eye to the keyhole. He had to catch his
breath at the site that greeted him. Mrs. Wilkes was laying on the bed,
naked, talking on the phone. Her left hand was at her pussy and her
fingers were playing with her pubic hair as she talked. Todd was hard
again and he pressed his eye tighter to the keyhole and slowly massaged
his cock.
Mavis was looking at the mirror as she talked and could see when the
light had been blocked out. Her little voyeur was back for his adult
education class.
John Walcott had called her and wanted to know how it was going with
the boy. Mavis talked in a low tone, knowing Todd would not be able to
hear her especially since he was most likely breathing hard and blood was
pounding in both heads.
Mavis had been given John's name when she had first entered the
business. She had been an exotic dancer for a few years, when she had
discovered how easy it was to separate men from their money. Some men
would pay good money simply for the chance to be near her. She had
learned the difference between guys that just wanted to fuck her, like a
prostitute, and those that were in awe of her beauty and charms and
wanted to pay her for the chance of licking her toes, pussy or ass. She
quickly rejected the macho guys and began lavishing attention on those
who prostrated themselves before her in obvious submission. They were the
ones who would pay handsomely for her domination of them.
When an 18 year old boy had given her his weeks paycheck money to
spend a night with her, she discovered that he wanted to become her slave
and obey her whatever that might be and that he would do anything for
her. She had taken him as her slave that night and the next day had made
discrete inquires as to what his worth to others might possibly be. She
was given the name and phone number of John Walcott.
They met in his office at an adult video arcade a week later. He had
apologized for taking so long to get back to her, but he needed to check
her identity and validity out. Long ago, John had learned the value of
having a trusted private investigator on retainer, and that investigator
had returned a good background report on Mrs. Wilkes. He had liked her
immediately and had even hit on her, but she had rebuffed him in no
uncertain terms. Theirs was to be a strictly business arrangement. Still,
he liked her sense of business intelligence and that she had the guts to
engage in such a scheam that he immediately knew would make him money. He
had instructed her as to the arrangements she must make to cut the boy
off from all friends, his work, and his family. He must liquidate all his
property and give everything of value to her. She must supervise all this
so that she is never mentioned or known as a friend of his. There is to
be no coersion of the boy. He must do this willingly as a good faith act
to his mistress. If he does not accept these conditions, then Mavis was
to send him away and told to never come back. Do all of this, John had
told her, and if he accepts, we will talk money.
Mavis had left the meeting depressed. Her thoughts of easy money had
evaporated. Their was no way this kid would give his life up to willingly
enter a life of slavery. She had gone home and began researching the
subject on her computer. She became accquainted with the meaning of words
such as festishes, masochism, consensual slavery, male slaves, masters
and mistresses, and the driving force behind this culture. There was
advice and instructions on how to turn a potential submissive into a
hapless devoted slave using whatever you perceive to be their mental and
physical weakness. That weakness, if strong enough, will over ride any
good judgement and sense they have and leave them a naked, willing slave
who will give up eveything willingly. Once they have done this, it is
reasonable to cement the relationship by taking everything from them
including the clothes on their back, leaving them vulneable and dependent
on you for their care. If they are weak enough, or if you can lead them
down the road to that weakness, you will certainly become their mistress
or master.
Mavis read page after page about the art of seduction. She learned
how mere words can inflame the lust and desire of a weak male. How no
matter how old the male is, inside there is a little boy needing to be
controlled, disciplined and praised. Pages filled with instruction of
turning the submissive's life upside down, where abnormal, deviant sexual
activity can be encouraged and the subject praised for entering into
degrading, humiliationg acts .Many men and young boys wish to be girls or
shemales with cocks. Dressing in pretty silk panties and thongs, wearing
nylons and garderbelts. They dream of being on their knees, sexually
servicing their mistress or master. Homosexuallity should be considered
as a necessary goal, because of the stigman it automatically brings to
bear against family and friends. Documentation of all acts should be
preserved, through pictures, videos, signed confessions and voluntary
slave contracts to re-enforce his feeling of helplessness which needs to
descend on him quickly to avert any attempt at escaping you.
Mavis read in wonderment at things she had never considered. She
wondered, "Was it possible for a man to succumb to willing sexual
slavery?"
To be continued
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