Chapter 1:
Patience Pays Off
His father always taught
him to make a plan and then work the plan. It was advice that Paul was truly
appreciating at this moment, as he watched what his hidden camera was
recording. Barb, the woman his father had been living with, had brought home
one of her students, Joey Ferguson, for some private 'tutoring.' She was a high
school teacher, only twenty-five years old, but Joey was just eighteen. What
they were doing behind her locked bedroom door could be considered 'tutoring,'
but law enforcement might have viewed it differently.
Paul had expected her to do
something like this, especially after he had snubbed her advances toward him.
It started when his father was diagnosed with Cancer and was hospitalized. She
first tried to console him, he was eighteen at the time, but what she really
wanted had appalled him. The Cancer was diagnosed far too late, and in just a
few short months his father was gone, leaving him alone with Barb. She tried to
seduce him on numerous occasions, but his feeling that she had used his father
for his money kept him from succumbing to her attempts.
Paul never knew his mom,
she had died in childbirth, and his dad raised him alone, at least until she
arrived. Paul was fifteen when they met, dad was forty-three and she was twenty
years his junior, young enough to be his sister. He really could not blame his
dad, he had been alone for a long time and she was extremely sexy.
Despite how young his
father was when Paul was born, he still managed to make a good life for them.
He was a technical wizard, just like Paul was now, and he parlayed his
expertise into a lucrative consulting business. Before he was forty, the
business had grown so profitable, that he sold it to a large firm and partially
retired. He remained with the company as a high level consultant, who handled
major issues that only he could handle. Suffice it to say that financially they
had no concerns.
After dad passed away and
the will was read, Paul realized how his father never anticipated this
occurrence and how Barb could screw him. They did have a legal agreement, but
it only took effect if she left him, which she did not do. Now, though he was
slated to inherit his dad's estate, she had control until he was twenty-one. In
the months following his death, the way she spent money told Paul that his
inheritance was in jeopardy. Sure she kept her job, but what was occurring
right now indicated it was so she could find 'youthful' partners to seduce, not
to earn a living.
The plan he developed,
which was rapidly coming to fruition as his DVR recorded the tryst occurring in
her bedroom right now, started when he found a locked chest in the basement. It
was in a dark corner, covered with a tarp when he discovered it. Inside there
was a large assortment of restraints, whips, and sex toys. There was also a box
full of DVDs made by his father, which he confirmed after finding the hidden
camera in his dad's room, the same one he was using now.
Apparently his dad liked to
play kinky games with Barb, tying her up, flogging her, and using her in
demeaning sexual ways. At first he was shocked, but as he watched them he
started to get aroused, finally seeing a way he would be happy to use Barb
himself. He considered using the videos as blackmail, but he wanted something
stronger to coerce her cooperation. By avoiding her advances, he hoped she
would pursue another kid, which she was doing right now. Smiling as he watched
Barb mount and fuck her student, he knew it was time to introduce her to what
he intended for her.
The next day Paul was
sitting in the living room, watching an edited version of last night's
encounter in Barb's bedroom. Over the last couple of months, while he was
making preparations for today, he became an avid student of S&M. He read
DeSade and other more modern devotees of the subjugation of women, learning the
methods and protocols of training a sex slave. He wanted to take what his
father dabbled in to a level of complete and total domination, to make Barb pay
a severe price for how she tried to take advantage of him and his dad.
Barb was driving home after
school alone, actually expecting Joey to arrive later. She was proud of
herself; he would do nicely as her sex toy, she thought. She picked him because
he was cute, but an awkward social outcast, a nerd. She still had plans for
Paul, expecting to eventually seduce him and gain full control of David's
wealth.
She had resigned herself to
spending years submitting to his father's kinky desires, the things he made her
do were still hard to accept. She never warmed up to the games he played, but
to live with his money she was willing to accommodate him. His unfortunate
death was sad, but a nice little bonus in her mind. Paul's aversion to her was
understandable, but she was banking on his hormones taking control eventually.
Joey was a risk, but she needed some outlet until Paul came around.
As she drove, she rolled
her long-term plans through her mind, knowing she had a few years to see them
through. In just a month Lyssa would turn eighteen and leave her foster home.
She missed her sister and would soon have her back, still angry that she could
not liberate her sooner, even after marrying David and eliciting his help. Her
two arrests for prostitution, an occupation she plied while getting her
teaching degree, precluded her from getting custody of her sister. If David had
not shown up, she likely would have still been waiting tables and selling her
pussy to make ends meet.
Now she just had to keep
her little affair with Joey out of Paul's sight, like last night when she took him
to her room only after Paul was locked in his room, as he did every night.
Since it was Friday and Paul told her he was going away for the weekend with
friends, she was excited to have Joey ready for a weekend of sexual
exploration. She liked young men just learning their own sexuality; they were
easy to manipulate. She pulled into the driveway, hoping Paul would leave
tonight, her pussy barely satisfied as Joey barely lasted two minutes last
night. Younger men were malleable, but took time to gain enough stamina to
satisfy her lust.
She entered the house
oblivious to how all her plans were about to come crashing to a halt. She heard
moans coming from the living room and walked in to find Paul watching the TV.
When she saw what was on the screen she dropped her purse, stunned at the scene
on the set.
"What the hell is this
Paul?" she demanded, stepping between Paul and the screen.
Paul paused the video,
looked up at her and said, "Just watching you seduce Joey. How many laws did
you break doing that?" was his simple retort.
She turned and ejected the
disc from the player, snapping it in two, and then turned back to Paul. She
tried to control her anger and said, "You don't understand sweetie, I would
rather be with you, but you rejected me and I am so lonely."
Ignoring her attempt to
seduce him again, he said, "That disc isn't the only copy, there are half a
dozen other copies of the video stored in remote storage computers. Every day I
need to enter a password protected order to keep them from being sent to your
school Principal and the Chief of police. So take a seat and listen to what I
have planned for you."
That comment hit her like a
baseball bat to the face, suddenly realizing this boy was up to something
devious. She sat in a chair facing him, now terrified what his intent might be,
and she asked, "What do you want Paul?"
"You know what, that is not
the only video I have of you. My dad had a collection of discs from your time
with him before he got sick. You are a very sexy woman, especially how you were
with him," he said, smiling at the nervous woman.
That bit of news rattled
Barb more than the video of Joey, now seeing the hunger in Paul's eyes. "You
liked the games we played? I would be happy to perform for you too Paul, all
you had to do is ask," she replied, hoping her willing cooperation would
deflect his apparent intent.
"There's more to it than
that Barb, don't think that I have not noticed how you like to spend dad's
money, MY money! That is not a game, nor is what I intend for you. From here on
out you will do as I say when I say. If not I will deliver the videos, which
will cost you your job, probably send you to jail, and most importantly
disconnect you from my money," he said, the look in his eyes becoming more
sinister.
"I have decided that you
might just make a fine sex slave for me, but only under my terms. If you choose
to disobey in any way, then I will destroy your life. As far as I am concerned
you are no more than a gold digger and only your total submission to me can
help to change my mind. Now, are you ready to accept becoming my slave, or
should I send those videos out?" he finally asked.
She stared at Paul, he no
longer looked like an awkward boy and he was exuding an air of power that
surprised her. It also scared her, he was an adolescent and that meant he was
in a state of change. What if he changed his mind? Worse yet, what if he liked
this role too much? She was between a rock and a hard place, with no idea how
to scheme her way out of it.
So, in order to bide her
time, she said, "Please don't send the videos, I will do whatever you want."
"Good, now stand up and
strip for me, slowly so I can enjoy the show," he replied.
As she stood she accepted
the fact that she had no choice, she would have to abase herself to Paul. At
least for now, she thought she had a real chance of seducing him and turning
him back to her design. He was young and inexperienced sexually and her history
told her she could sway him just like all the others.
She removed her jacket and
blouse first, her 36D cup breasts barely contained by her simple white bra. She
unzipped and slid her skirt off before shimmying out of her pantyhose and
shoes, leaving her just wearing panties and bra. His look told her that he was
waiting for the rest, so she slid her arms through her bra straps, before
releasing the clasp in her cleavage and exposing her hefty tits. Then she
slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down,
letting them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them.
He looked at her naked
body, seeing it for the first time in the flesh. The videos did not do justice
to her fine form. She stood five-foot seven inches tall, with long auburn hair
that draped down to her shoulder blades. Her tits were awesome, he thought, so
large, yet firm with her pink nipples pointing upward. Her bush was a fiery
red, yet sparsely covered, her puffy sex lips clearly visible between her legs.
Oh he wanted to fuck her right here, but he remained resolved to follow his
plan through.
He handed her the phone and
said, "Call Joey and cancel your plans for this weekend, make a good excuse."
She did as she was told,
telling her boy toy that a family emergency came up and she would talk to him
next week. Standing there naked in front of Paul and talking to Joey gave her a
strange sensation, feeling like a puppet rather than a person. When she had
convinced Joey, eager for more of the fun he had last night, she hung up and
stared at Paul.
"Turn around and show me
your ass Barb," he said, taking the phone from her while enjoying the power he
felt.
She turned, feeling ashamed
and exposed under his lustful gaze, waiting for her moment. She felt that once
she gave him a good orgasm or two he would quickly fall under her spell, she
just needed to maneuver herself into that situation. She heard him stand up and
step behind her, so she jutted her ass out to rub against his crotch.
"Put your hands behind your
back," he said.
She reached behind her
back, trying to find his pants to massage his cock through them. Instead she was
surprised as he quickly locked her wrists into a pair of handcuffs. She twisted
and spun around, but her wrists were now trapped in the metal bracelets. She
stared at him, anger starting to flare up, but she fought it back, realizing
how disadvantaged she was now.
"Paul, why are you doing
this? I will do what you want, you don't need to handcuff me," she said, trying
to sound sexy and alluring.
He smiled and said, "I'm
sure you would like to get into my pants as quickly as possible, but I'm not
ready yet and neither are you. Now I have plans for you tonight, so follow me."
He walked to the basement
door and opened it, ushering her through it. He followed her down into the dark
room, having prepped it for the beginning of her training. He was smart enough
to know that he had to show her who was really the boss before he took his
pleasure. He knew she would not expect what he planned and he hoped it would
send the message he intended. At least he had two days to get her in the right
frame of mind before he sent her back to work. His plan required her to
continue with a normal outward appearance and he had devised a way to do just
that, but for tonight he was going to enjoy making her suffer.