A Game For Bobby
by Stella Fyre
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Stella Fyre
Published by Strict Publishing
International
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CHAPTER ONE
The boy was standing in the lounge looking at the women looking back at him. One of them said, “Well, David, the thing is that we now want you to strip all of your clothes off. If you have a problem carrying out this command, then you have to say the word and you will be taken back to where you were picked up.”
The boy hesitated, and the young women could see his hands were trembling. He shuffled his feet nervously, and it was obvious to all in the room that this was a command too much. His mouth opened, but it looked as if he was struggling to express his thoughts. One of the women helped him out, “It is Ok, David. Just go out into the hall and take off the clothes I gave you. I will be out shortly.”
He closed his mouth and almost ran out, closing the door behind him. The three sisters remained seated, looking at each other. The youngest spoke first. “I will take the boy home. I should be back in an hour, and then we can discuss what is to happen next.”
She rose from her chair and went into the hall. “If you come with me,” she said to the boy, “I will take you home in my car.”
That was all she said. She simply walked out to the car without waiting for him to reply, leaving him to follow. By the time the boy opened the passenger door she was already sitting in the driver’s seat and had started the engine. Nothing more was said as the woman put the car in gear and pulled away from the big house. The boy was sitting as if frozen to his seat as she manoeuvred the car up the winding hill of the drive. He watched the gates open automatically, and they passed through them out onto the main road without a word being spoken.
Without looking at the young woman driving the car, the boy blurted out, “I’m sorry that I wasted your time, Mistress.”
The young woman was about to say something, but she closed her mouth once more and the boy sat in terrified silence. It was another half an hour before they reached the town centre where she pulled the car over to the side of the road near to his house.
“Can I ask a question please?” he stuttered.
The young woman had been about to tell him just to get out, but she answered, “Yes, what is it?”
“I know that we will never see each other again, but I need to know if there will ever be repercussions for what I have done.”
“No, never. It will never be spoken of again, so you are free to go.”
“You are a very beautiful woman,” he told her, his voice sounding a little more confident but still with his nervousness clearly showing. “You are very desirable, but with all due respect you are far too powerful for me. I mean no insult by that. I wish you only the best.”
She smiled for the first time since they had left the house. “No insult taken,” she confirmed. “You speak honestly from your heart. I wish you too the very best.”
As soon as the boy had left the car, she quickly drove off back to the house.
In the lounge, the three sisters discussed the problem. “Do you think we are setting the standards too high?” asked the eldest. “We have tried so many boys, but none of them has come close. I don’t mean that we should lower our standards, but I wonder whether we should take more time over it. If, perhaps, we introduced the trials one step at a time, then we might break down the barriers gradually instead of throwing it all at them at once. We have more than enough time. That boy Andrea took home was scared shitless, and how long did he last? It was only two nights and a day before he said the Word, and that is no good to any of us.”
“How do you think we should go about it?” Petra asked. “By the way you speak, it sounds as though you have already thought it through.”
The elder sister shook her head. “I have no firm ideas in mind yet, but we cannot go on the way we are or we will soon run out of the right kind of boys in this area.”
Andrea agreed. “I think Marlene is correct, but I too am unsure how to go about this. I think it is time we retired for the night. We can talk about it more in the morning when our minds will be fresher.”
* * *
Bobby was a bit of a loner. He had a few friends, but most of the time he preferred his own company. He was tall, slightly over six foot, with blond hair that had a slight natural wave in it and that he rarely had cut short. There was a lock of hair that always fell over his right eye. His complexion was soft and clear, and teenage spots he had suffered were long gone.
In the evenings, Bobby often went to a local nightclub. He rarely spoke to anyone, although he liked to listen to the music and to watch the girls dance. He drank little, mainly because he hated the hangover he suffered the next day. As he sat watching the dancers in the nightclub, he sometimes wished he were one of them, but he was sure that he was not a very good dancer and it would be embarrassing to have the girls making fun of him even if he did not hear them do it.
Most of the people in the club were his own age or thereabouts. He knew a few of them who worked with him, but generally he was content to keep to himself.
While he sat alone and sipped at a glass of wine, several of the young men he knew came over and sat down, bringing their girlfriends with them, but it was only for a rest between dances. Soon, they were gone, leading the girls back onto the dance floor once more.
It was not that the girls did not like him. He was good looking, and many of them had shown an interest in him. Bobby, however, had no idea how best to talk to them and tended to be evasive if any of them approached him. Tonight was no different, even though to anyone else it was obvious that there were several girls present who would have loved to have spent time with him.
Bobby looked towards the bar. Most of the crowd were the usual people, there for late night drinking, but tonight there were three young women who he had seen occasionally but who, like Bobby, never seemed to want to dance even though it was clear that many of the men had asked them. They were a little older than most of the club’s regulars, not much older but with an air of maturity about them. As Bobby looked towards them, he saw that once again a young man was sent away disappointed after an unsuccessful attempt to chat to one of them.
They were beautiful. There was no doubt about it in Bobby’s mind. There clothes were indisputably sexy, but with a style about them that was very different from the blatant, cheap sexuality of so many girls in the club. They were exceptionally tall for women, around Bobby’s own height, slim but well built. Their skirts were short, yet not too short, and they wore boots to their knees. Their hair was long, two blonds and one as dark as a raven. Bobby watched them for a minute or two and then turned his attention back to the dancers.
“Hello. Are you keeping these seats for anyone? Would you mind if we use them?”
It was one of the three girls who had asked. Bobby stared up at them, answering nervously, “N… no. I am on my own and you are welcome to take them if you wish.”
People always took the chairs after a while so that they could sit with their friends at other tables. To his surprise, the three women sat down at his table, the one with the long black hair next to him and the two others opposite.
“We don’t want to take the chairs away, love,” one of the blonds opposite told him. “What’s your name?”
“Robert, but most people call me Bobby.”
The black haired girl at his side added, “No, Bobby, we don’t want to take the chairs away. We just want to sit down. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, you go right ahead,” Bobby confirmed. “I’ll not disturb your conversation.”
The girl next to him smiled and one of the blonds said, “We would not dream of leaving you out. Why is a good looking boy like you sitting here all alone anyway?”
Bobby smiled, a little sadly perhaps. “I’m quite happy here,” he told her. “I don’t dance, but I enjoy watching and listening to the music. To be honest, I’m not the greatest when it comes to chatting.”
The other blond girl said, “I think you are shy, Bobby.”
Bobby went bright red. He had no idea how to reply to that.
The girl next to him said, “That remark was uncalled for, Petra. I think you’ve embarrassed Bobby.” To his surprise, she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, and then shocking him even more by kissing him on the cheek. He felt his cheeks once more go red and he heard the other two girls giggle. His head was swimming with the scent of her expensive perfume.
One of the blonds said, “I’m Marlene. You ought to be on the dance floor with your friends.”
“As I said, I don’t dance,” Bobby told her. “I used to try a bit, but I am not very good and to be honest I always feel foolish doing some of the movements.” Then he sat bolt upright and stated, “Hey! Don’t get the wrong idea. I may not be with a girl, but I’m certainly not gay!”
They all laughed, and the black haired girl near him said, “I’m Andrea, and we didn’t think for one minute that you were. Neither are we, by the way! You just lack some self-confidence, that’s all. I’m sure you’d be a great dancer if you put your mind to it. Where do you live, Bobby? Are you local?”
“I have my own flat about a mile away. My parents bought it for me when they moved to New York. They just signed a new five-year business contract that was too good to turn down, so I won’t be seeing them for a long time. Do you live local too? Or should I not have asked you that?”
“That’s all right, Bobby. We live in a big house on the Sussex Downs. It’s a teaching academy.”
“Are you teachers then?”
“Yes, you could say that. We are Mistresses.”
Bobby’s mouth fell open. He was not sure if he had heard her correctly, but she continued:
“Let’s not talk about us. Let’s talk about you. All three of us girls think you are far more interesting. So, you don’t like dancing and you are not gay but you do like girls, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course I do. It’s just that I don’t get to talk to too many, that’s all.” Then he added, “I am sorry, that was a bit out of order. I didn’t mean to sound so sharp.”
“Don’t worry about it, Bobby. We understand you are a little defensive.”
The girls were having an intoxicating effect on Bobby. Petra looked at her watch, and said, “It’s getting late. We need to be going.”
Andréa asked him, “Do you have a phone number so we could contact you, Bobby?”
No girl had ever asked for his phone number before, and he was stunned. Bobby watched her take a card from her purse, and she wrote down the number he gave her.
“Thanks, Bobby,” she said. “It is raining outside. Would you like to come with us? We’ll drop you off at your flat.”
“Um… Yes, thank you very much.”
As the girls stood up, Bobby stood too. He was feeling a little dazed. This was moving very fast, he thought. Andrea put her arm through his as they all walked towards the exit. He heard someone say, “Bobby has pulled all three of them, the greedy little sod!”
The girls walked out with Bobby between them. He could see all his mates standing looking at him. Outside the club, the girls took him over to a black four-by-four with darkened windows. Still in a daze, Bobby sat in the back with Andrea, and at her prompting, he directed them along the coast road to his flat. Andrea put her arm around him, keeping him close to her.
It was twenty minutes before they pulled up outside his flat. Andrea asked, “Could I use your bathroom, Bobby?”
He did not even think about it. “Yes, of course you can,” he answered as he stepped out of the car. Automatically, Bobby walked around the other side of the car and opened the door for Andrea to step out.
“Why thank you, Bobby. You have very good manners!”
“Manners cost nothing, Miss Andrea. If you would follow me, I will show you the way. He opened the door to the flat and stood back to let Andrea step inside. There was no hallway. The front door opened straight onto the living room. Andrea was a little surprised to see how clean and tidy it was, which she thought unusual for a boy living on his own. Bobby told her to go through to the bedroom. “It is the door on the left of the room,” he said.
The bedroom door closed on its own behind her as Andrea went in. She took a moment to look around. The bed was modern, but had brass bedposts with ornamental floral designs between them. There were no clothes lying about and the wardrobe, the doors left slightly open, was neat and tidy.
It was a few moments later that Andrea walked back through the door and into the living room. “Thank you, Bobby. I really must go now, but it has been very nice meeting you. I’ll leave you with something until we both meet again.” She stepped closer to him, leaned towards him and then kissed him softly, her tongue pushing inside his mouth.
As she pulled away and stepped back, Bobby asked, “We will meet again Miss Andrea?”
“But of course, Bobby. Tonight has been very special, brief as it was. My sisters and I want to see you again. We like you, Bobby. I will call you before the weekend, I promise.” She said no more as she turned and left.
As the door closed, her perfume lingered. He smiled, feeling contented although suspecting that he would never hear from any of them again. He lay on his bed, his hands behind his head, and thought about what had happened that evening.
He must have fallen asleep, and awoke with a jump as the phone rang.
“Hello?
* * *
The three sisters were in the car travelling home to the academy, and Petra asked, “Well what do you make of him girls?”
“I think he is the ideal candidate for what we have in mind. Do you think he will accept the punishment side of it?”
“We will have to take it slowly. It would be a pity to lose him,” Marlene replied, and then asked, “What did you say to him, Andrea?”
“Nothing much, but did you hear how he answered me? He called me ‘Miss’. That’s unusual. He has all the makings of what we need. Respect like that without any training is rare.”
They were still talking about him when they reached the house. Andrea told her sisters, “We all know how to do this. He may be no more than little fly heading for our web but, if you’ll pardon the mixed metaphors, I can feel that he is already hooked and ready to be played. When I went into his flat I saw that he has everything ordered and neat. His bed was made. There was no dirty washing except in the bathroom wash basket, and the place is spotlessly clean. He has the perfect face and the beginnings of the right attitude. I am going to start on him tomorrow night, but I shall phone him shortly and arrange to meet him for a meal. I will offer to pay, just in case he has not got the funds of his own.”
Marlene said, “I’m going to bed. You two can stay up all night telling each other how wonderful he is, if you want!”
“You go too, Petra,” said Andrea. “I have a phone call to make.”
As the other two girls went up the stairs, Andrea picked up the phone and dialled the number on the card.
“Hello, Bobby. It’s me, Andrea. I am sorry if I woke you. It’s just that I was thinking that we enjoyed your company so much tonight and I’d love to see you again really soon. I wondered if you might be free to go for a meal with me tomorrow night? It would be my treat, so you don’t have to worry about the cost of it.
“You would? Perfect. I’ll pick you up at your flat at nine sharp. If you have a suit and tie, then please wear it. If you haven’t, then don’t worry and we’ll go somewhere that doesn’t need them.”
Andrea paused, and the tone of her voice changed. “One more thing, Bobby. I left something for you in your flat. You’ll find it under your pillow. It’s only a little something, and I hope you will not mind my little foibles. It’s an item of clothing, something I want you to wear under your trousers instead of boxers. I’ll be checking, Bobby, so don’t let me down. Now get some rest, because I want you fresh for tomorrow night.”
Andrea put the phone back on the cradle without giving him time to reply, and she smiled to herself as she imagined what he was thinking.
Bobby felt under the pillow and pulled out the garment Andrea had left there. To his astonishment, he saw that what he had in his hand was a pair of knickers, green silk ones. He lifted them up and noted immediately the smell of Andrea’s perfume that he recognised as a very expensive brand. Surely she was joking when she told him to wear the knickers under his trousers? Then he thought that she would not have gone to the lengths of telling him not to wear boxers if she did not mean what she said. What did she mean when she told him she would be checking? When would she check, and how?’ He put his hand to his head and pondered over his options, and thought, ‘I will make my mind up tomorrow while changing tomorrow.’
The following day came and went, and he was glad when he got back to the flat. Having had little sleep the night, before he set his alarm for eight, and then fell asleep.
The alarm went off, making him jump from the bed. He stripped off his clothes and went to the shower, luxuriating in the warm water for twenty minutes. Back in the bedroom, he put his shirt on first and was about to put on his boxers when he remembered what Andrea had said to him. He threw them on to the bed and then stepped over to where the knickers were lying. He picked them up, and Andrea’s perfume wafted to him, faintly now. He hesitated, and then took hold of them in both hands, stepped into them and pulled them on. They felt tight against his crotch, worse than they would have been because he had an erection, although that surprised him and he was startled to think that simply putting on Andrea’s knickers would have caused it. After putting on clean socks, he selected his brown Italian styled suit and a tie to match. Just as he had finished dressing and picked up his wallet, he heard the sound of a car horn outside. It was the four-by-four.
“Get in the car, Bobby,” Andrea told him as soon as he had walked down to where she was parked and opened the door. “We have a way to go.”
He reached for the seatbelt, but she told him to stop.
“Before we go anywhere,” she said, “I want to see what you are wearing under your trousers.”
His face went bright red, although it seemed pointless to be embarrassed. She already knew what he would be wearing, so reluctantly he unbuckled his belt and opened the waist clip, and then undid the flies.
“Don’t be shy, Bobby,” she insisted. “Push the trousers down to your knees. No one can see you through the windows. It is for my eyes only.”
Bobby complied with her command, easing his trousers down to his knees. Andrea smiled at his discomfort, and added, “Pull your shirt up so that I can get a proper look.” He did that too, closing his eyes. She leaned across, putting her fingers in the waistband and pulling it away from his skin slightly. She watched the bulge in the front become bigger and she smiled once more. As she let go of the knickers, she said, “Ok, you can pull them up. You have passed the test.” She turned back to the steering wheel, put the car into gear, and pulled away from the curb as he was still re-adjusting his clothing.
Half an hour later, they arrived at a hotel he recognised. He knew that there was a large restaurant at the rear. They both stepped out, and a boy jumped into the driving seat to park the four-by-four at the rear of the building. Andrea stood where she was and looked Bobby up and down. He asked, “Is there something wrong, Miss Andrea?”
She was slightly amused at the way he addressed her, and answered, “No, Bobby. Everything is just fine. You look very sharp.” Then she put her arm through his, saying, “We must go and eat. I booked the table and we mustn’t be late.” At the top of the steps, the doorman tipped his hat and opened the door for them to enter.
Once at the table, Bobby remained standing while the waiter helped Andrea to sit down. Once again, she noticed his good manners. Andrea ordered a bottle of wine and handed the menu to Bobby. He noticed it was in French, and asked, “Do you wish me to order, Miss Andrea?”
“Can you read French, Bobby?”
“Yes, Miss Andrea.”
“Then by all means order, and I will have whatever you are having.” She smiled towards him once more.
After Bobby had ordered the meal Andrea asked, “What made you decide to put my gift on?”
He sipped his wine, thinking carefully before he answered, “I’m not quite sure. I was about to put my boxers on when I remembered what you said about not letting you down. It was not an easy decision, because it seemed a little odd and it went against all my instincts to wear something like that. I decided that if it was what you wanted me to do and it was not going to do me any harm, then I would do it to please you. I admit that I was a little suspicious that you might just be trying to make a fool out of me, but even if you were, I had to find out.”
“How do you feel about wearing them, Bobby?”
“It’s a little bit kinky,” he smiles, “But they are not uncomfortable. I feel as though everyone in this room is looking at me because they know I’m wearing them! The silk touching my skin is making me excited. It’s a bit odd. I’m not turning queer, am I?”
Andrea laughed, and answered, “No, you’re not, Bobby. Maybe I’ll prove that to you later this evening. So? That is something to look forward to, isn’t it? Especially if you’re not gay.”
Bobby stared at her, wondering whether she was serious and if she really meant what her words implied. He said nothing, and the food soon arrived. They did not talk at all during the meal. Afterwards, when they were sipping more wine, Andrea asked him, “What are you doing tomorrow, Bobby?”
“Nothing. As it’s the start of the Bank Holiday weekend, I expect I will stay in and watch TV. There’s nothing much else to do. I could do with the rest from work. I’m finding it a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
“Good for you, Bobby. Take all the rest you can when you can.” Andrea looked at her watch. “It’s getting late. I think I’ll pay the bill and we can go back to your place for coffee. You do have coffee in the flat, don’t you Bobby?”
“Yes, of course, and I would be pleased to make you coffee, Miss Andrea. I am also going to pay this bill because I have not felt so good since before my mother left England.”
“You do you realise that the bill is going to be in three figures?”
“Yes, Miss Andrea, but my account is good for it.”
“If I had known you were going to pay for the meal, I would not have brought you to this expensive place.”
“When my mother was at home we used to eat here regularly,” he told her.
The waiter brought the machine across to the table. Bobby put his card in and pressed in the pin number. He waited for the waiter to come back with confirmation of payment and his card. He stood up and walked around the table to where Andrea was sitting, pulling the chair back as she rose from the table. She turned and smiled as she put her arm through his, and they walked out together. The car was already waiting for them at the bottom of the steps, with the car valet holding the driver’s door open for her. Bobby saw to her getting in and then went around to his side and got in himself. Andrea still was slightly amused at his attitude and good manners, which she found very surprising in a boy of his age. She was not quite sure who was seducing whom. She realised that she had to turn the tables on him, but without frightening him away. Once again he opened the door for her when they reached his flat.
Andrea sat in one of the two armchairs while Bobby made the coffee. Again she was surprised, because instead of the two cups of instant coffee she had expected, he returned with filtered coffee and brought her a tiny jug of cream on the tray beside the cup.
Bobby sat in the armchair opposite her, looking at her while she sipped her coffee. His eyes were glued to her every move, with a feeling that he could not take his eyes off her beauty.
“What are you looking at, Bobby?”
“You are a very beautiful woman, and I am unsure whether you are playing a game with me or not.”
“If I were playing a game with you, what would you do?”
“You have me under your spell and I would have to play the game just to see where this journey was going to take me. I am enjoying the ride, and I know my friends at work who saw us in the nightclub are jealous of me. Something in the back of my mind tells me that there will be some sort of payback for the privilege of knowing you and being with you, and the price will be high. That frightens me a little.”
“Then why carry on with the game?”
Bobby smiled. “Curiosity killed the cat, they say. I don’t think you will go to that extreme. However, I am prepared to throw caution to the winds and play to the bitter end. If you’ll forgive me for being so presumptuous on such a short acquaintance, Miss Andrea, being with you excites me. The suspense is almost unbearable. Your two sisters are as beautiful as you but in their own way. I think they too could be part of your game, and it is one of the aspects of the unknown that frightens me.”
Andrea smiled at him, took another sip of her coffee and put it down once more. “What would you do for me if I asked, Bobby?”
“Anything and everything, stopping just short of murder,” he smiled.
“Are you a virgin, Bobby?”
He felt his face go red and felt a little ashamed. “I…. Well…. Yes! I’m sorry, but I’m not experienced. Girls are supposed to send out signals about this kind of thing, but I haven’t a clue what the hell they are. You must think I am really thick.”
“No, I don’t, Bobby, and there is no need to be sorry.”
Andrea stood up. “Come over here, Bobby, near me.”
He stood up too, and walked the few paces to stand in front of her. She took hold of his hand and walked with him through to the bedroom.
She held him at arms length, and then let go and offered him her wrist. “I want you to undo the blouse button on my wrist, Bobby.”
He did as she asked, and she offered him her other wrist. Once that button was also undone, Andrea said, “Now, without touching my body, I want you to undo the buttons up the front. If you touch my flesh, I will dress and go home. Do you understand, Bobby?”
“Yes, Miss Andrea.”
“One other thing: from now on when we are on our own or with my two sisters, you will call me Mistress Andrea. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Andrea.”
“I am your ultimate teacher and you only answer to me. I will allow you a word, but if you ever say that word aloud, I will stop what I am doing and we will never see each other again. Do you understand that too, Bobby?”
“Yes, Mistress Andrea.”
“Now, whisper a word in my ear, one that you can remember and that you would not normally use.”
Bobby got close to her ear and did as she instructed.
“Now carry on with my blouse,” she told him.
Bobby began to unbutton her blouse, starting with the bottom where he felt safe. As he unfastened each button, he looked into her face before carrying on to the next. Once all the buttons were undone, Bobby stepped back and waited for her next command.
“Step away from me, Bobby, and then take off all your clothes except for the knickers.”
Bobby did as he was ordered. He did not rush. He made an effort to move slowly and methodically, folding each item of clothing and placing it on a chair. When he was down to only the knickers, he walked back and stood in front of her once again.
She could see the bulge in the knickers and she knew she had Bobby hooked. “Now go behind me and take my blouse off my shoulders.” She watched him in the mirror as he walked behind her, and then taking hold of the blouse either side of her neck, he gently pulled it off her back. He folded it carefully and placed it on the other chair before he returned in front of her.
He looked at her half naked body, trying not to stare. All kinds of sensations were running through his body.
“Go behind me,” she instructed. “You will find a button and a zip on my skirt. Undo them, and then remove my skirt. Remember, you are not to touch my skin.”
Behind her, he went down on one knee as she watched him in the mirror. She felt the button release the pressure of her skirt at the waist, and then the zip slid slowly down. He moved more quickly now, grading her skirt before it fell and slowly lowering it to the floor. Andrea stepped out of it, and he folded it and put it with her blouse.
As he walked back, Andrea noted he was looking up and down her body, taking in her near nakedness. She was wearing a half cup black bra with black stockings, black shoes and a matching black pair of knickers and suspender belt.
“Come to my front and get on your knees, Bobby.”
He did as she ordered. “Now take my knickers and pull them down.” She noted that his hand was shaking and he was trying to hold his breath. He got near the waistband and then quickly pulled away. He flexed his fingers, trying to stop the shaking. Once more he tried, and this time he took hold of the garment. His shaking stopped, and slowly he pulled the flimsy garment to the floor. For the first time in his young life, he could smell the sweet aroma of her sex. She lifted one foot at a time so that he could pull the knickers over her high heeled shoes. He stood up, went to the chair with her knickers and placed them almost reverently with her other clothes.
As he walked back to her, she said, “Stand where you are, Bobby.” She walked a few feet away and turned towards him. She spread her legs slightly and stood facing him. “Now, Bobby, what do you see in front of you?”
“I see Mistress Andrea semi naked, and she is very beautiful.”
“Could you love and worship my body, Bobby?”
“Yes, Mistress Andrea.”
“Then I am going to test you, but first, as you are young, I will give you some help. Come here and turn around.”
Bobby did as he was told.
“Do you trust me, Bobby?” she asked. He could feel her breath hot on his shoulders.
“Yes, Mistress Andrea.”
“Then put your hands behind your back.”
He complied, and then felt the coldness of steel around his wrists.
“Turn around and listen carefully, Bobby. You will only touch and kiss the places that I tell you to, and if you defy me then I will punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Andrea.”
She took off her bra and shoes as he stood watching, and then she walked over and lay on the bed, spread-eagled. “Now come and worship me by kissing my feet through my stockings.”
He did as he was told, and as he knelt at the side of the bed he started to kiss her right foot all over, top and bottom. He then moved to the other side and repeated the task with her other foot. She rested on the pillow, her head angles to one side and then the other to that she could watch him.
“Come up further, Bobby, and kiss my inner thighs. Only my inner thighs, Bobby.”
He kissed the top of her inner thigh, glancing at her sex and seeing that it was completely naked of pubic hair. He could smell her aroma, an almost overpowering mixture of sex and perfume. Andrea lay back in ecstasy, enjoying the sensations running through her body. He moved to the other side of the bed and started on the other inner thigh, giving it equal attention.
“Pass my sex, Bobby, and worship my belly.”
Once more he did exactly as she asked. His lips softly kissed every part of her belly. Now and again he went as low as the forbidden triangle, but he was careful not to enter it. His tongue darted in and out of her belly button, and she squirmed at the delightful sensations. His cheeks touched the lower part of her breasts and he moved away quickly lest Andrea stop him.
“You may worship my breasts, Bobby, but leave no part untouched.”
He complied with her command, starting on the left breast. His tongue touched her nipple, and he felt it rise and then go hard in his mouth. He kissed and sucked, and then teased it once more with his tongue before he went around to the other side. He could see that this nipple was not as hard as the other, and he kissed it firmly and tenderly until it was a perfect match for the other, and then kissed every part of her breast, leaving nothing out.
“Now move on to my neck.”
As he did, he noted that her eyes were now closed and her hand was gyrating gently around her sex. He kissed the side of her neck and then under her chin, and at that moment she had an orgasm.
He was still kissing the side of her neck when her eyes opened, she smiled at him, and she said, “Thank you, Bobby. You may stand up now.”
He stood, and as he did so, she stood up with him. She turned him around, undoing one side of the handcuffs.
“It is your turn now, Bobby. Come over to the bed and lie down.”
He did as she said, with no thought in his mind that he could possibly do otherwise. Andrea pushed his hands above his head and put the spare cuff through the bed rail, clipping it around his other wrist. Once she knew he was secure, she stood up once more and removed her suspender belt. He was then mildly surprised when she walked over to the bed and put it around his waist. He was about to ask why, but as his mouth opened, Andrea put her finger to hers. Standing once more, she rolled her stockings down her legs, put them on him and attached them to the suspenders, making sure that the suspender straps were fed down underneath the knickers he still wore.
The silk felt cool against his legs, and he was once again getting the strange sensations all over the lower part of his body. She put her hands either side of the knickers, and then pulled them down and off his legs. His penis sprang up like a flagpole, but there was nothing he could have done about it even if he had wanted to. Andrea smiled as she went down on her knees at the side of the bed, and she reached her hand out and gently touched the flesh of his inner thigh. He squirmed at her touch, and she decided he needed more help. From her bag, she took out two more pairs of handcuffs. He watched in dismay as she spread his legs wide and then cuffed them to the bedposts. He was now at her mercy, and in a very vulnerable position. Once again, Andrea touched his inner thigh, and once again he squirmed, but this time there was no escape. The sensation created by what she was doing was taking his breath away, and as he looked at Andrea, he noted that she was grinning at his dilemma. She then tracked past his penis and moved over his belly as he lifted up to try to stop the sensation. What she was doing was giving him pain, but at the same time it was giving him so much pleasure. She stood, and with a hand either side of his hips, she did the same there. It was impossible for him to keep still as the sensation she was creating filled his whole body.
Andrea’s hands stopped, and then one went down and took hold of his penis. He orgasmed almost immediately.
He stopped moving and he looked at her, saying, “Sorry, Mistress Andrea. I’ve let you down big time.”
She undid the cuffs on his ankles and then the ones on his wrists. When she was close to his face, she kissed him full on the mouth. Then, standing up, she said, “No, you didn’t let me down. I expected you to climax, but you are very strong and it took longer than I thought. You held back while undressing me and while you were worshiping my body. You are a good boy.”
As she was talking, she was also putting her clothes back on and the last thing was the skirt. “The underclothes that you have on now, Bobby, you will wear for me tomorrow night, plus the black knickers under your trousers. I will pick you up at eight, and be ready in casual clothes because we are going to the cinema.”
“Yes, Mistress Andrea.”
She walked over to him, saying, “Sweet dreams, and thank you for a lovely evening.”
She kissed him on the cheek, and as she walked out the door, she said, “The other two are going to love you!”
The door closed and he was alone once more. He took off the remainder of her clothes and slipped into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.
CHAPTER TWO
Andrea awoke. She washed and dressed quickly, and then made her way downstairs. Her two sisters were having breakfast in the lounge.
“Come on, tell us. How did it go? You weren’t back until late. How did he rate as a candidate for what we want?”
“Did you know he was a virgin?”
“Well, we were all virgins once,” Petra quipped.
“And after last night he’s not, you lucky bitch,” said Marlene. “What more went on? How does Bobby rate out of ten?”
“About twelve,” Andrea said with a grin, and then told them everything that had happened.
“So,” said Petra, “After telling you that he thought we were playing a game, he still complied and was willing to play? This makes the game a little more exciting. You now have his Word and he calls you Mistress Andrea. Are you sure he isn’t playing a game with you?”
“I will find out tonight when I pick him up and take him to the cinema. I want to know how far he will go if I put him on the spot.”
“What happens if he doesn’t do as you tell him?”
“He would have to say the word, and if he did that, the game would be over. He would be no good, just like the rest of the wasters we have had here. Out of the twenty, who was the longest player?”
“That one with the tattoo on his shoulder lasted almost three days,” said Petra. “But the one thing that makes Bobby different, if he told you the truth, is that he is genuinely interested in the outcome of it all. I have a feeling about him.”
“Yes, I think he just might stay the course,” said Andrea, “Just for the sheer hell of it. I am worried that we might lose him on the punishment side when you and I go away, Marlene, and we leave him to Petra for a week. I know you’ll respect the Word, Petra, but it would be a pity to lose him like that. At least we know he has it to use if he is being hurt too much.”
* * *
It was evening, and Bobby had just had a shower. As he looked at the clothes that Andrea wanted him to wear, he swore to himself.
“Bloody hell,” he said aloud, “What am I getting myself into?” He bent down and picked up the knickers, smelling them once more. Again, there was the subtle smell of her perfume. He remembered the night before, and he now knew that he was playing for higher stakes. Bowing to the inevitable, he started to put the flimsy clothes back on. He was ready by seven-thirty and was waiting for the sound of the car’s horn. It came soon enough.
Sitting in the car, he was again reaching for the seatbelt when Andrea asked, “How are you dressed, Bobby?”
“In the clothes you gave me, Mistress Andrea. Do you want to check?”
“No, Bobby. Later will do, because we don’t have much time.”
The cinema was one that Bobby had never been in before, and once inside he found it to be small with very few people. They sat near the walkway at the back and there was a young girl sitting along from them in the corner. They were waiting for the film to start when Andrea asked, “Do you still trust me, Bobby? Will you do anything I ask?”
“Yes, of course Mistress Andrea, and without question. I have given you my word.” Little did he know that a little later in the evening he would be wishing he had never made that promise.
The film started, and it was little more than a porno film and with no real story. As far as Bobby could follow, it was no more than a load of naked people trying to shag each other. They were half way through the first half when Andrea said, “I want to see your underclothes.”
Bobby’s mouth fell open and he looked at her to see if she was joking, but he could see by her expression that she meant it. He looked around at the girl sitting in the corner. From the angle she was sitting to look at the screen, she could not help but see what he was about to do. He looked back at Andrea, shrugged his shoulders, unbuckled the belt and opened his flies.
“You know the drill, Bobby. Down to your knees with your trousers.”
Now this was something he had not expected, but to refuse would be the same as saying The Word, and he did not want things to end just yet. “Bloody hell. That’s a bit over the top,” he said aloud, but once again he bowed to the inevitable and pushed his trousers down around his ankles. He looked at the girl who was now staring at him instead of at the screen.
Andrea looked, and said, “Very good, Bobby, but you did the same last night so it’s nothing new. Tonight, you can pull the knickers down and then I want to see you play with yourself. You were watching me play with myself last night, so it is only right for you to do it for me.”
‘Bloody hell,’ he was thinking. ‘This really has got to be way over the top.’ He looked around at the girl again and saw that she was still staring in his direction. He was already erect, but to be told to expose himself in full view of this girl and play with it was too much. He sat up a little and pushed the knickers down to his knees. Once again, he looked around at the girl, and once again he was wondered whether this was going to lead to all sorts of trouble. He gave a nervous laugh and, as commanded, he began to play with himself.
It was no more than two minutes later, as he still stroked his erect penis, that he heard a voice: “Excuse me. Can I get past?”
It was the girl. He had not even realised that she had moved towards him.