“Morning Marie,” he said, a bag over each shoulder when she opened the door.
“Morning Peter,” she said much more hesitantly.
“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” Peter asked. Marie was standing there
dressed in her usual tight fitting blue jeans and a black roll-neck jumper.
“No, why?”
“Well, I was expecting you to be dressed in something a lot sexier than this,” said
Peter.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time. Bethany played up over going to nursery and I only got
back ten minutes ago.”
“Doesn’t matter. Now, let me explain a few things,” said Peter as he sat on the
couch in her living area. The house was so small that the ground floor had the front door
open straight into the living area. From there, along one wall, the staircase led to the
upper floor and behind the living area was a kitchenette, partly screened from the main
living area.
Peter went on to explain that his visits would be three times a week. On each
visit, Marie would be expected to do whatever he wanted for about an hour and if, at the
end of the hour, she’d been a good girl then her reward would be a fucking, which might
leave her pregnant. She had to agree to go with this sequence of events for at least two
months and in the weeks when she was having her period they would continue but doing other
things.
Most of it went over Marie’s head but she agreed to Peter’s demand.
“One more thing, everything we do will be on camera, just so I am protected if you
ever decide to cry wolf or rape or anything. Finally, if you do get pregnant, or should I
say, when you get pregnant, you will not ask for any help, support and I will not claim
any rights to the child. Is that agreed?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Okay, now we’ll go through that bit again on camera. I just need a minute to set
it up and then you can read this little script I’ve prepared, just as a test. Then we’ll
get started.”
Peter opened his camera bag and pulled out the tripod, which he expertly erected.
Then he positioned the digital video camera on the tripod and plugged the power unit into
a socket on the wall.
“Ready,” he said after a couple of minutes. “Are you ready with the script? If so,
it’s time to show off some of your acclaimed acting skills.”
“I’m ready,” said Marie, turning to face the camera. With her big, brown eyes, and
dark hair flowing down either side of her face, Marie spoke without reading the script.
She was almost word perfect and Peter captured every word in a close-up shot of her face.
To her credit, Marie didn’t even falter when she said she wanted to learn to be a
submissive and was prepared to do whatever she was told to do. There was, of course, no
mention of the possible baby in the script. It surprised Marie somewhat as that was what
she wanted from this whole thing, but she guessed the script was from Peter’s perspective
so she made no comment.”
“Good,” said Peter from behind the camera. “So, let’s get started. Stand up,
please, Marie, and face the camera.”
As she stood up, Peter adjusted the camera zoom so as to get all of her body in the
shot.
“That’s good. Now, take off your jumper,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
“What?” said Marie with a genuinely surprised voice.
“I said, take off your jumper. Now that is your final warning. You must do as you
are told or we forget about the whole thing.”
Peter’s cock went from vaguely interested to rock hard as Marie lifted the hem of
the pullover and raised the whole garment over her head. Underneath she had a white blouse
on and Peter could see the white bra under that.
“And the blouse, next,” he said, in no particular rush. Marie obeyed, unbuttoning
the garment from top to bottom before sliding it back off her arms. Her pale flesh looked
cold though the room was heated. “And now, I’ll come over and join you,” said Peter,
looking up with a serious expression on his face when Marie looked as if she was going to
protest.
Peter walked up behind and to the right of where Marie was standing, sure he was
also in full view of the camera.
“Now, keep your arms by your sides and relax. I’m going to take your bra off,” he
said the last sentence softly as if not wanting the camera to pick it up.
Marie stood still as she felt the clasp behind her back being popped and then the
bra slid off her shoulders and down to her wrists, exposing her pale 38C breasts and the
dark areolas that perfectly set off her brown, leathery nipples which, for some
infuriating reason to Marie, were stiff.
“Very good,” said Peter. Already his hands were cupped under her ample breasts,
stroking her skin and then gliding his palms over her nipples. Marie made to raise her
hands to brush his away but Peter gently pulled them back into position. “Try and stand
still and keep those hands down, or I will have to tie them behind your back,” he chided
softly.
“But I’m getting aroused, I can’t help it because I feel so vulnerable, what with
the camera watching me,” said Marie.
“That’s the point. I want you to feel vulnerable and I want you to fight your
instincts to cover yourself up and protect yourself. You’re doing very well, but this is
only the beginning.”
Before Marie could respond, Peter had his hands on her waist, unbuckling the belt
round her jeans and then popping the button at the top. Instead of lowering the zip, Peter
slid a hand under the waistline and let it slide down her belly to her knickers. Using
deft fingers, he was instantly inside her knickers and travelling down over her thick
pubic hair to her crotch.
Marie gasped and involuntarily squirmed when his hand covered her labia, and she
felt angry that she was already reacting with arousal in this humiliating position. Again
her hands momentarily reached round to her front as if trying to cover up what her jeans
were already protecting, but before Peter could react she had them back by her sides.
Now, Peter had a finger in between her labia, coaxing her, coaxing the juices of
arousal to start flowing out from her vulva onto her knickers. Marie gasped as Peter’s
finger found her prominent bud, and then began circling the clitoris slowly and softly,
making Marie desire something she had not had in several years – an orgasm. After a few
minutes, Marie gasped as her orgasm flowed through her and her knees went weak. She tried
to steady herself but realised her weight was being held by the strong hand between her
legs.
“Okay, lets get those pants off before they get soaked,” said Peter, his hands once
again round her waist, the zip on he jeans down and the blue denim now being pushed down
over her firm buttocks. For a woman of her age, Peter had to admit, she was in good shape
– very good shape!
With her jeans removed and her knickers around her knees, Peter made Marie
straighten up so the camera got a good shot of her thick thatch of dark hair.
“Good,” he said turning off the camera for a moment. “Now,” he lied, “the next
thing is for hygiene. I am going to remove your pubes.”
“I’m allergic to the creams,” said Marie quickly.
“Not cream, I use a razor, it’s just as good. Now, lose those knickers and lie down
on the coffee table. I’ll move the camera and we’ll crack on.”
Marie complied, wondering what the hell Peter wanted to film this for.
“How much longer have I got to do what I’m told, before you give me what I want?”
Marie asked as Peter adjusted the tripod so the camera got more of an overhead shot of the
shaving.
“About forty five minutes,” said Peter looking at the clock on the wall. “But we’ll
add on time if you cause any undue delays.”
“Fair enough. Like this?” Marie asked as she lay back on the table, and put her
hands behind her head.
“That’s fine. Okay, this may pull a bit but I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.”
Peter turned the camera back on having checked the shot was what he wanted. Then Marie
heard a faint buzzing sound a moment before Peter knelt at the side of the table and
placed one hand firmly on her tummy. With her heart racing, Marie heard the sound of the
electric shaver as it cut into her pubes. She felt them pull as the cutter passed gently
over them.
For five minutes Peter played the shaver over her pubic mound, expertly removing
first the dense foliage and then the stubble with the fine cutter.
“That looks better,” he said at last, turning off the shaver and rubbing the flat
of his hand over the smooth skin. “Some lotion will complete the job and help with the
razor burn. I don’t think I even nicked you, not even on the folds of your cunt lips.”
Peter deliberately used those words – cunt lips – because he was looking for a reaction
from Marie.
“Please, Peter, I don’t like those words. Can’t you use nicer ones?”
“I’ll use what I want and you better get used to it. There’s worse to come, but for
now you better get used to me calling this your cunt.”
“Okay, I’ll try.” Marie was looking at the clock. Only another forty minutes to
endure and she would get her first dose of semen. She knew it was just about the right
time of the month and she hoped she’d get pregnant quickly. The thought of being sexually
abused three times a week for any length of time did not appeal to her one little bit.
“Oooohhhh, that feels cold,” she gasped as Peter started to rub the body lotion into her
freshly shaved mound and then around her cunt lips.
Then Peter adjusted the camera position to give a shot directly between her legs.
“Now, lets see what you feel like naked,” said Peter. With two fingers, he gently
parted her labia, looking appreciatively at the pink, glistening sex flesh beneath. “I do
declare you liked being shaved.”
“Not really, but it wasn’t that bad.”
“Well, your body liked being shaved. You’re quite wet down here.”
Peter slid two fingers into her vulva, feeling for her g-spot. He found it easily,
commenting to himself that her pad was at least as prominent and as large as Susan’s.
Peter stroked the pad of tissue as he had done with Susan the previous night, but Marie
did not respond other than Marie reached a second small orgasm. After a couple of minutes,
Peter withdrew his fingers.
“Okay, Marie,” he said, “tell me, have you ever had your bottom spanked?”
“No, why?” Marie immediately sounded defensive.
“Because that is the next thing we’re going to do this morning,” said Peter, as he
stood up and switched off the camera. “And then, we’ll adjourn to your bedroom,” he added
off-camera.
“So,” said Marie, sitting up on the table and looking at her freshly shaved mound,
“where are you going to spank me and please, I’ve not had this done before, so don’t be
too hard.”
“Oh, I’ll start easily enough. My main aim is to see what your pain threshold is
like.”
“It’s not that high, I don’t think. I was sent to the headmistress once when I was
at school. She gave me six on my hand with the cane. That really hurt and had me
screaming. I made sure I never did anything naughty again.”
“Fair enough. Any of your ex’s ever want to spank you?” Peter was still fiddling
with the camera but he had it turned back on so the revelatory conversation could be
recorded.
“No. I’ve never been into anything like this and I’m only doing it now because it’s
part of our agreement.”
“Quite,” said Peter who had now set the camera where he wanted it and taken up his
position on the middle of the sofa. “Okay, over my lap, young lady,” he said loudly. Marie
walked round the coffee table and bent over his knee. Peter pulled her into the position
he wanted, so her firm buttocks pointed upwards. “Now, don’t move your hands round to
cover your ass, and try not to make too much noise, we don’t want to disturb the
neighbours.”
“She’s out at work during the day, so no chance of that,” said Marie.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The strokes were not that hard, but they had Marie gasping from the surprise as
Peter’s hand started to spank her bottom, his hand connecting with each buttock on
alternating strokes. In less than two minutes, Marie’s bottom had gone from a sort of
off-white colour to a healthier pink colour and Marie was crying, real tears in her eyes.
“Okay, and now we get a bit harder. Just tell me when you can’t take any more,”
said Peter.
Slap! Slap!
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