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.”
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