The Landlady's New Pet - Part One
I regained my conciousness as nimble fingers with spikey red nails tightened a leather collar about my neck, nearly choking me. As I gasped, the buxom middle aged redhead who had d**gged me, laughed and sneered down at me as she jerked the leash attached to my new collar. The motion made me attempt to lift myself, only to realise that my hands were bound behind me. Still dazed, I looked at the smiling shapely form before me, in disbelief; an obviously dominant woman in black corset, sheer black stockings covering ample thighs and slender calves which teetered on spikey black stilettos, how could this be the landlady who’s room I rented? Though the realisation of my predicament had not fully dawned, the scent of womanly arousal and the sight before me, made my cock rise to attention; made all too obvious as I was naked except for the collar. Seeing this, my redheaded captor smiled victoriously as she pulled the leash taught and brought my nose up to the crotch of her black satin panties.
“You take a good sniff; I know how you like to smell my used panties, you told me all about yourself when I d**gged you. You are mine now, and I can’t wait to parade you before the girls; I’ve told them about my new acquisition and they will all want pleasing. You will have a very sore tongue before you are allowed to sleep tonight.” My cock bobbed rigidly as willingly took in the delicious scent from the warm, moist satin camel-toe my nose was pressed against; the reality that I was now living a situation I had long fantasised over, had my cock pulsing and my arse tingling, the scent of the woman who obviously now owned me was enslavement in itself. My mind drifted back to before I’d been d**gged…
…I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves and ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour. The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being d**gged, was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the gusset displayed as though placed deliberately, stained slightly off-colour, tantalisingly soiled. Temptation was too much; I did not hesitate and sniffed at the spot where her most womanly scent would be left. My cock stiffened immediately as I inhaled the spicy feminine fragrance; the scent was intoxicating as I sampled the different aromas left by her mature pussy and beautiful womanly arsehole, the blend of the two had me wanking there and then; I had an explosive orgasm as I thought of the red haired woman, and panted through the gusset of her panties as I unloaded my balls. I thought of stealing the panties; such was the prize, but avoided the temptation. The next time I saw her, she seemed to smile differently at me. That was when she asked me if I’d like to join her for a coffee in the sitting room; that was the last clear memory I had till the leash was pulled tight…
My cock was dribbling as I continued to inhale her warm spicy pussy; she kept the leash tight as she stroked my hair, and rubbed her sex against me; god how I wanted to come. Then the doorbell rang.
“Ah! The first of my friends has arrived. You do just as you are told and I may let you have relief later; you’ll be begging for it, trust me.” She bent down and undid my wrists.
“You walk on all fours like a good boy!” She then led me down the hall to the front door; I could see the figure of a large woman through the frosted glass. My red-headed mistress smiled wickedly at me as she reached for the door handle.
“Oh, you are in for such a treat tonight.”
“You take a good sniff; I know how you like to smell my used panties, you told me all about yourself when I d**gged you. You are mine now, and I can’t wait to parade you before the girls; I’ve told them about my new acquisition and they will all want pleasing. You will have a very sore tongue before you are allowed to sleep tonight.” My cock bobbed rigidly as willingly took in the delicious scent from the warm, moist satin camel-toe my nose was pressed against; the reality that I was now living a situation I had long fantasised over, had my cock pulsing and my arse tingling, the scent of the woman who obviously now owned me was enslavement in itself. My mind drifted back to before I’d been d**gged…
…I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves and ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour. The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being d**gged, was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the gusset displayed as though placed deliberately, stained slightly off-colour, tantalisingly soiled. Temptation was too much; I did not hesitate and sniffed at the spot where her most womanly scent would be left. My cock stiffened immediately as I inhaled the spicy feminine fragrance; the scent was intoxicating as I sampled the different aromas left by her mature pussy and beautiful womanly arsehole, the blend of the two had me wanking there and then; I had an explosive orgasm as I thought of the red haired woman, and panted through the gusset of her panties as I unloaded my balls. I thought of stealing the panties; such was the prize, but avoided the temptation. The next time I saw her, she seemed to smile differently at me. That was when she asked me if I’d like to join her for a coffee in the sitting room; that was the last clear memory I had till the leash was pulled tight…
My cock was dribbling as I continued to inhale her warm spicy pussy; she kept the leash tight as she stroked my hair, and rubbed her sex against me; god how I wanted to come. Then the doorbell rang.
“Ah! The first of my friends has arrived. You do just as you are told and I may let you have relief later; you’ll be begging for it, trust me.” She bent down and undid my wrists.
“You walk on all fours like a good boy!” She then led me down the hall to the front door; I could see the figure of a large woman through the frosted glass. My red-headed mistress smiled wickedly at me as she reached for the door handle.
“Oh, you are in for such a treat tonight.”
13年前
