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James Thomas had always lived in the close. He had always walked past the big house on the corner, set back further than its neighbours, with high fences and dark blinds. He had always wondered who could live in such a fearsome place. The occupant was said to have an aristocratic heritage, to keep her husband in service, to only leave her property under the light of the moon. Those insomniacs and voyeurs who had made out a silhouette in the early, quiet hours of a suburban nightscape, described a tall woman with long dark hair and a generous figure.
James Thomas was 18. He was a virgin and more than anything else this played on his mind. He had spent his formative sexual years spying on his older sister and her friends at sleepovers, spying on neighbours through half curtains. The internet did not excite him, real life did, but he was petrified of revealing his small manhood to anyone who might want to touch it. He had fooled around with girls but never had the confidence to pull down his last layer. He ached with desire and longing, but the only relief was his imagination and the bathroom sink, where he could watch his hand envelop his little penis and then wash his thick semen down the sink.
He was a quiet and compliant boy, diligent and hard-working, a loyal friend but always somehow average. He was handsome. Just shy of 6 feet, athletically built by hours of solitary weight training, and wearing a shock of light brown, some said blonde, hair. He was impeccably clean to the point of obsession.
On Saturday mornings he worked in the local newsagent. Although he lived comfortably with his parents, his father insisted he pay for his ‘social extravagances’ which did not normally stretch beyond drinks on a Friday. James Thomas was not a clubber or a drug taker, but he was more than happy to lose control with his mates at the weekend. Running slightly late, slightly flustered, just before 9, he was cantering past the house on the corner when he heard a scream emitted from its upstairs window. He paused and slowed to look. Nothing. He cantered on and heard a man screaming ‘Nooooo’ and then a muffled noise and nothing. He looked around as if for confirmation but affirmation was not coming. Conscientious as always, James Thomas felt obliged to do something. He opened the heavy rusting iron gate that he had stopped by. And taking a deep breath strode in mock confidence up to the front door. It was ajar.
James Thomas searched for a bell. Nothing came to hand except a heavy whale-shaped knocker. He lifted the beast and brought it down against the heavy oak door. A flat bang and the door opened with a creak. Looking around again, James Thomas entered.
‘Hello, anyone there? Can I help?’ James Thomas passed through the large open-plan entrance hall, turning to his left into what seemed to be a large dining room. But in place of the dining room table and chairs, stood a solitary metal high stool and a small wooden cupboard in the corner. The room was lit overhead by a large chandelier-like apparatus; dark blinds shut out the close and the world. James Thomas moved to the far end of the 15 foot room towards a far door, calling all the time in not-quite-confident bahis şirketleri intonations. Suddenly he heard the heavy front door slam behind him.
‘What on earth do you think you are doing?’ Came the question before he could turn round. It was a woman’s voice but full and velvety, and distinctly public school.
James Thomas turned to face an apparition. Maybe 10 feet in front of him stood a tall woman in her late 30s in black thigh-high boots with extraordinarily tall, thin heels. Black lace garters and suspenders bulged slightly over shapely but still slender thighs. An impossible small skirt brought his gaze to an impossibly tight corset and spilling out of these two pale milky mounds, two firm full breasts that heaved slightly with apparent recent exertion. Her face was fixed, not exactly beautiful but entirely beguiling, angular and with a full nose. Her hair was thick, sheen and cascaded around her bare shoulders and arms. She held a riding crop in her right hand across her impressive chest. James Thomas took several sharp intakes of breath and felt his eyebrows come clean off his forehead.
‘Nothing. I errr.. Heard something.’ He mumbled out and made his way, head down, towards his point of entry.
‘Not so fast, boy!’ She spat out boy with venom and spittle flew towards James Thomas’s feet. ‘You realise you are trespassing on my property?’
There was a pause. James Thomas, head down, half-shrugged.
‘I have a good mind to call the police.’ The woman spat out again, rising slightly in her heels.
James Thomas lifted his head but didn’t make eye contact. ‘I’m sorry. I’m late for work, I was only…’
He was interrupted. ‘You were only what? You were only going to steal my belongings and rape me. I know your sort and where you live! You’re in for serious reprisals! I’m phoning the police.’ She made as if to go and fetch a phone.
‘No. Please don’t. I wasn’t doing anything. I’m not worth it.’ James Thomas said hurriedly.
‘Too right you’re not worth it. Little bitch scum like you. If I don’t phone the police you are going to have to do exactly what I say.’ The woman had marched over to James Thomas raising her crop over her shoulder, he shrank back, but she merely let it leisurely rest on her bare skin. She fixed him with piercing dark eyes. They may have been brown but he was in such a state of confusion that James Thomas could not tell.
‘Yes.’ He said.
‘Exactly as I say or the police and your family will know what a thieving pervert you are!’ She seemed to rise again on her heels, taller than James just. He made fleeting eye contact and nodded. It was too late now he thought, how would he explain his situation to anyone, he ‘heard something’ sounded like nonsense.
‘Then strip!’ The crop was swiftly across her chest again.
‘Pardon?’ James Thomas shrank away. The crop came down across his left thigh. It hurt. ‘Shit,’ he said clutching his leg.
‘Now!’ Said the woman again.
James Thomas was panting and shaking and sweating. He made for his shoes first, slipping off his Converse and socks. Then went for the buckle of his jeans, and undid his belt slowly, bending double to take off his trousers clumsily bahis firmaları with quivering fingers. He paused when this was done with his trousers in his right arm. The woman gesticulated to drop them with her crop and nodded for him to continue with his shirt.
James Thomas pulled his shirt gingerly over his head. He was shaking more than ever and it was actually quite difficult.
‘You’re slim. I like that.’ Said the woman with a hint of a smile. James Thomas smiled nervously. All he had on were a pair of old grey boxer shorts. ‘They’re rather loose around the crotch aren’t they?’ said the woman. ‘Baggy even, as if there’s a lot of spare room. Show me your cock boy!’
James Thomas hesitated. This was it. This was the first time since childhood that womankind would look on his birthday form.
‘Pull them off boy. Show me your little package. Pull them down!’
Slowly and gingerly, James Thomas slid out of his boxer shorts which he left by his feet, quickly covering his genitals with his hands.
‘Hands away boy! How would you explain yourself now? Naked in a woman’s house. I think you just got yourself in more trouble. Now hands away!’ The woman stepped within 2 feet of James Thomas, he could smell her heavy sweet perfume. He pulled away his hands, folding them behind his head and looked to the ceiling. He felt as though his penis was retracting into itself with his balls, he wanted to stretch it out a little but dared not.
‘It appears,’ said the woman in grotesquely sarcastic tones, ‘that you have a very small cock boy! What use is that?’ She was right by him now. James Thomas did not reply, but felt his loins stir as this gorgeous figure hovered before his naked self.
‘What use boy?’ The crop came down on his penis and balls. He bent double.
‘None. None.’ He gushed. But he felt blood rushing to the little shrivelled piece that just jutted out above his testicles, enveloped by the sparse but gnarly pubic hair.
‘No wonder your pants were baggy. I think you would do better in a pair of panties. Don’t you? But what is this?’ As she spoke, James Thomas felt his cock grow hard, he felt it full of blood but dared not look. He was cringing.
‘You like it when you’re humiliated boy! You and your tiny wank piece!’ She grabbed hold of my cock as it stood out and squeezed hard. ‘Look I can barely see it now and I have such small lady like hands. You’re just a little boy! And what is all this fluff.’ She pulled hard on his pubic hair now. ‘And these little baby bites. You’re hung like a little baby boy.’ She now grabbed his scrotum and pulled up. Each time James Thomas writhed and blew air out of his mouth. ‘I think we need to tidy you up! Give you a boy’s haircut. Follow me or else you’re in the national newspapers!’
James Thomas could do nothing but oblige. He followed behind her grabbing a tantalising glance at her bare pale pert buttocks jutting just beneath her skirt. He walked and his hard cock bobbed and he felt like a fool but more aroused than he had ever felt.
They came to a downstairs bathroom. The woman set about running a bath. She opened a cabinet and took out latex gloves, scissors, razors, shaving foam, kaçak bahis siteleri liquid soap and a device he did not recognise. The gloves made a load, exciting smacking noise as the woman fitted them over her hands. She ordered James to stand over the toilet bowel. Putting her crop to one side, she cut away at his pubic hair, ordering him to keep his hands behind his head and eyes straight ahead. James Thomas was soft again and it was humiliating to have his small flaccid penis manhandled by a total stranger.
‘And your buttocks too. So much fluff you little boy!’ The woman began to smooth shaving foam all around his buttocks and genitals. ‘Spread your legs and lean over the toilet. Eyes ahead boy!’ She smoothed the foam between his buttocks, over his arsehole and perineum. His cock was hard again. ‘You like that boy! Having your arsehole touched. I thought as much.’
Then with expert ease she shaved away. She had stopped the bath now and within about 10 charged thrilling minutes, James Thomas was bald as his birthday suit.
‘Now in the bath. I don’t know where that dirty little cock has been or who’s been fondling that little arsehole of yours.’ James Thomas climbed in. ‘Now wash yourself all over.’ She stood back against the opposite wall. James Thomas looked to her again with confusion. ‘Eyes ahead boy!’
He cleaned himself. He was good at that. He was still hard, and the sensation of his soft smooth privates made him desperate to tug. But before he could dwell on the thought, the woman was by his side and had grabbed his hair.
‘That is mine now boy. Do not dare touch your dirty tiny little pecker in my presence. You pervert! No on all fours. Now!’ James Thomas jumped to all fours. His arse felt cold and bare and he felt embarrassed that this position made his cock look even smaller. The woman tugged his erect penis back between his legs, James Thomas drew in breath abruptly, her hands were cold but more than that he thought he would ejaculate at any moment.
‘Fit to burst hey?’ The woman said. She brought the crop down across his buttocks nearly knocking James off his perch. ‘Not yet boy. Maybe never! It’s mine now, your miniscule micro-penis! Now I’m going to clean your dirty boy’s arsehole, that is also mine!’ The woman pulled out the black bulbous contraption; she filled it with warm water and a little liquid soap.
Suddenly James Thomas felt a finger probe his tight anus. It didn’t hurt and it slipped in easily. He enjoyed the sensation and had experimented himself. His arsehole relaxed slightly. ‘You’ve done this before you filthy fuck. Definitely needs cleaning.’ She inserted a nozzle from the device into his anus and squeezed out the contents from the larger bulb at the other end. James Thomas was surprised at how pleasant the sensation of warm water in his rectum and bowels felt. She emptied the contraption then had him relieve himself over the toilet. James Thomas stole a glimpse of his captor’s cleavage as he did so; he desperately wanted to relieve his throbbing cock too. The process was repeated 2 further times and then it was back to the front room without a towel.
Shivering his cock at last sagged and he felt it shrivel to nothing. The woman smiled and stood waiting for his cock to almost disappear. Then she was in the small cupboard. She came away with what appeared to be several cords of thin rope.
‘Lean over this stool. Now!’ James Thomas obliged.
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