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My Girlfriend? - Chapter 3 free porn video
Chapter 3 My Girlfriend?
Now you need to buckle in for this one. It's a longer chapter. but oh my
word.. and then there is chapter 4. It's finished too.. and just a
chapter away. Anyway, I do hope you're enjoying this. I sure am. Let me
know how I am doing.. but this so much fun.
Knocking on the door brought back so many memories, first and only
dates. I figured Brenda would be sweet but I would be heading home by
eight or nine at the latest.
The door opened. I can only do this as an aside.
She was there, but she could not be there, there were two of her there.
Not two people but her times two. She looked so amazing; her blonde hair
framed her face with curls, brushed behind her ears, displaying earnings
that seemed to come alive with movement, but her makeup, glittering red
lipstick, her eyes so dark and deep, her cheeks alive with color. She
stood out from reality, she existed beyond my understanding and she
smiled at me.
"Hi," I said not sure if you could say it was softly, or quietly all I
can say is I felt like I walked into a different world. "You look
awesome."
"Thank you," she said quickly, "come in you have to meet my mother."
I stepped in through the door which she shut behind me and followed her
into the entrance hall. The house had more rooms than mine by a factor
of three or more. We walked by a library, a dining room, some sort of
game room, occupied by a pool table, some sort of private area with
double doors, and then finally to the back of the house and into a
garden room.
The best way to describe Brenda's mother is to say simply she is a
queen, she could not be any more beautiful, dark hair, full (is that a
good description) but well built (I could see where the Brenda got her
tits), deep brown eyes, and gorgeous smile. She sat in a red lounge
chair, the garden seeming to be growing around her.
"Mother this is Jeremy, my new boyfriend."
I, of course, heard the words, 'boyfriend' and immediately asked the
gods of confusion, what the fuck is she talking about, we just met. The
question never asked, did I want to be her boyfriend, well not asked of
course, but well answered.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," I replied trying to be as polite as possible.
"You may call me Beverly," she said standing. She walked over to me. "I
love your outfit, dear boy. But those shoes will have to go," the
inspection had begun.
"I agree with you mother, they just don't go with her cute things."
I must have heard the word "her", but I really did not react to it.
Maybe I didn't hear it like I thought I did. I just heard they didn't
like my shoes.
"Take this cute boy to your bedroom and find him something to wear that
goes better, you can't take him anywhere looking like that."
Of course, all I heard was "take him to your bedroom", the rest lost in
the wind. Her mother smiled at me again, and that took my brain for a
quick cleaning too, having both these incredible ladies just
acknowledging my existence could not have been more out of the norm.
"Come on sweetie let's find a nice pair of shoes for you to wear." She
took me by the hand pulling me out of the room.
Now I think I have said she was wearing a pair of spiked heels at the
store, that had at least a four-inch heel, and she wore them as if she
wore a pair of sneakers. This evening, the boots were white and had an
even sharper single point to the ground. We bounced up the steps, my
hand in hers, down the hall and through double doors. "This is my room,
sit on the bed and I will see what I can find."
You're probably asking, would I have worn a pair of my mother's heels,
not sure what that answer might have been but I can tell you if that had
been four-inch heels, the date would have to be in a wheelchair. Me of
course, not her.
Just a quick aside, of course, my mother suggested them as she combed
through her closet. I had declined.
After a few minutes with Brenda still out of the room, I got up and
looked around her boudoir. She actually exited the room to go look for
shoes.. in another closet? A closet, the size of another bedroom, that
later I found out only housed shoes. Her room, where I sat currently,
consisted of one wall of mirrors, on the adjoining wall, a gigantic
makeup table, with professional lights surrounding and another wall of
closets, closed tightly of course. The makeup table I had seen in movies
for when an actress adding to her makeup, impressive. Another table had
all sorts of things on it, most of the items, I had not a clue, but
several of the items resembled plastic penises (not sure if my
spellchecker ever saw that word before...LOL), with some other items that
were fatter, and again others tubular in design, again, most all rubber
items. On the other side bottles and thick tubes of creams and oils, the
lubricants were easy to pick out as they were well marked and labeled,
one had bright red print stating its name and use, "Ass Coaster Gel",
another labeled, "Bottom Fuck Slime", not my area of expertise but each
quite well noted even for the novice as to its unique purpose. It seemed
that the collection had some level of organization, as there were a
series of six drawers underneath three on each side but I did not feel
comfortable investigating them.
"I told you to sit on the bed," she said coldly, returning with a
handful of shoes, all deeply feminine, "when you are ready for a tour of
my room, I will invite you for such, do you have any questions?"
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."
"Did you open any drawers?" she walked over to the dressing table moving
one of the lubricant tubes to a slightly different position.
"No, I would not want to invade your privacy."
She fell silent for a moment, looking around the room as if checking to
see if anything had been moved. "Get back on the bed."
My immediate thoughts were self-congratulating myself for not opening a
drawer or touching anything. Not sure what the penalty might have been
assessed against me for such a violation, but to make my apologies more
sincere I followed her directions most carefully and moved quickly back
to the bed.
"I have chosen three possibilities but the choice has to be yours." She
held up the first pair, they were an open-toed sandal, beige in color,
they had straps that would connect at my ankle or a bit higher. The heel
height was minimal.
"These are rather plain but they would work with your pants quite well.
They are not my favorite."
She set the pair down on the bed in front of her and to my side. She
pulled the next pair, up to show me. I looked at them and back at her. I
was not sure if she was joking. They were definitely not in the men's
section of the store. They were a closed toe, high heel shoe, with a
small heel, small, yes but still a heel, they were shiny and black. I
could not begin to wear them.
"These are quite plain, black of course, as the saying, "black will go
with anything", they will give you a bit more height," she smiled, down
at me, her own magnificent presence making me feel even smaller. "But I
would be quite satisfied with their addition."
"But those are girl's shoes," I said in a more whine than I wanted to
express.
"So?"
At this point, the conversation on that choice was finished. She placed
these on the bed too.
"This is your last choice, my personal favorite, as you can see a
slightly higher heel, two and a half inches, they are white, with a
slight color blend."
I blurted out, "They are pink."
She stopped and looked at me. The look did not look angry, the
expression gave the clear indication of impatience. "Have you finished?"
The question came to me most directly, as I stared at the shoes, not
only were they pink, they were not exactly shoes either, they were a
boot. The laces went from the toe up the ankle and finished mid-calf.
The toe had a gold ribbon kind of thing and the laces were a brighter
pink color. Yes, pink. There was no way I was going to wear them, that
was more than final.
"Your choice, but let's make a game of it, shall we," Brenda said
arranging the three pairs on the bed.
Right then, I was more than confident that I would be wearing one of the
three out the door on our date.
"Now I am going to put a sleep mask on you and the first shoe you touch
will be your choice, are we agreed?"
I looked over at her, her enjoyment in control of this situation, of any
situation, was more than evident. I could be equally assured that my
departure would be near immediate should I decline her invitation. At
that moment, I did not want to depart, just having her this close, to be
with her, have her rich scent, the experience could not be duplicated,
and I could not fathom that kind of loss. I had no idea of the
commitment I had already made.
She opened the bedside table and pulled both a small length of rope and
a leather blindfold. The nomenclature, describing a sleep mask clearly
absent. A better and more accurate description, hard leather with a
thick strap and metal lock. The brief view of the drawer, only a second
or so, revealed a collection of items, a variety of colors and shapes,
only a few clearly identifiable through the quick glance. Each of those
were in the shape of a phallus, most lifelike, and incredibly large.
"One of each of the shoes is on the bed, here let's put on the mask, oh
and let's secure your hands so your touch is with your..mmm tongue."
The mask was put against my eyes, and the leather strap wrapped around
my head, I heard a snap. It filled in all blanks, not even a leak of
light broke through the thick leather. She turned me around and wrapped
the rope around both wrists individually and then it seemed she wrapped
the joint together, the immediacy and clearly expert practice more than
evident.
Your choices are on the bed, she pulled me to the foot and pushed me
closer. Yes, I felt unprepared and without even a semblance of control.
A loss of control? Scared? Not really, but perhaps excited, I don't
know, the newness, her control, knowledge, and her enjoyment came at me,
as shared. I smiled.
The bed can be described as big, at least a king, designated as a super
king at a later date, covered by a lush fur pelt, obviously fake but so
exotic. Now you must see this, my hands tied behind my back blindfolded
with a leather mask, and my face deep in the fur. I got to my knees and
moved forward.
"Very good Jeremy, I will tell you when you are close." Her words were
of encouragement but intensely more of control, each word sent a shiver
across my soul. This could not be any newer in any sense of measurement.
"Almost there," she said, "tongue out now, there are three single shoes,
left, right and center, decide which and I want you to just touch the
shoe, then back off." Her voice laughed, the game as she called it only
now coming to the realization, the rules of such forming as she watched
the actions unveil at her direction.
Following her commands, I choose the right side, no reason, I figured I
had a one in three chance at the first shoe, it seemed the one with the
least amount of difference, male or female. My pants, for the most part,
would cover any of them but still, the differences were more than
dramatic. I moved up the bed, and then I was at the head, fully absent
of sight, my next task in front of me involved choosing.
"You will have to get lower on your stomach now." Brenda's words of
instruction urged me to my tummy nestled in the soft fur.
I heard her words, more a command than a suggestion or a request. Tied
and blind I did not see that I had much choice. If so desired I could be
locked in a closet and forgotten, my demise on the news weeks into the
future. 'Young man found tied and blindfolded in a local home. Occupants
tell us that the young boy had been a past boyfriend but they knew not
why he decided on self-incarceration.'
I followed the directions heading for the shoe on the right side.
"Ok, that's far enough. Put out your tongue and touch the shoe, just
touch it."
The game got more serious every second. Slowly I inched and then I felt
it, leather. I had made my choice.
"Are you sure that's the one you want to wear sweetie, back up and try
again," she instructed.
I figured that I had either selected the right shoe and she wanted me to
change it to her favorite. Or I had chosen the wrong one and she was
giving me the chance to make another selection. What was I to do?
"I can choose this one, can't I?"
"Yes, of course, but do you want to choose that one. It could be the
first one I shared with you, not my choice but acceptable or my more
colorful favorite. I also like that you will be somewhat taller. Not
much but as I said that element of your physical being is not
objectionable."
I am not sure what to do I remain on the bed, inches away from my
choice.
"I tell you what, you can ask three questions and I will answer two with
the truth and one with a lie.
I recognized the logic game. But it had been years since I had played
it. I smiled as I figured I could ask the question and get an answer
that would reveal the best solution. Two honest and one lie.
"Ok," I said confidently. "Am I on the right side of the bed?"
She laughed, "Ah, I see you have played before, if I lie you know the
next two answers are true so of course, I will tell you only what you
know to be true, yes, you are on right side of the bed. One of the next
is a lie, one is the truth. Still an unknown."
I thought there was a trick if I could just remember what it might be. I
kind of remembered it was something about asking a negative question. I
also knew one question was going to be true and one false. I began
slowly, "Is the pink pair of shoes not in the other two locations."
She laughed. "I have a master of logic in my bed, so the question is
negative, so I have to make a selection on to say the truth or a lie, if
I tell you the truth you know the supposedly pink shoes are in front of
you, if I tell you a lie, then you don't know, so I will tell you a lie...
maybe," she laughed again. "But no, the pink heels are not in the other
two spots, and I so love them and so want you to wear them."
"So if I were to wear them, how would you thank me," I asked thinking
that sex might be in the picture. I also wondered if the mask would be
an additional requirement for that possibility to manifest itself.
"If you do that for me, I would be very pleased and I would ask more of
you." She loved the idea she could ask more, and I felt there was not
much she could ask that I would not make happen.
"More?" My mind spun.
"If you do that, I will ask you for more."
"What might that be?" I asked still in the mask but now on my knees.
"That remains unsaid and unknown. Your acceptance without that knowledge
is the gift you give me."
I already knew the heels were part of the outfit I wore and there would
be more. The question I asked, at least silently, the time element was
so short things were changing but she was going to be part of it? Was
that enough? The question asked but without an answer.
"That's much more improved." Brenda's mother stood walking quickly to
where Brenda had led me by the collar and chain lead attached. My height
somewhat improved by three inches. Ok ok. Yes, in a collar.
I guess we need an aside. It really was a choice, the other choice was
just not acceptable however having been put forward it does seem that it
was also on the table. She showed me both, the other was what she called
a plug, it looked not only huge but painful as she said it was to be
inserted ..yes well you know where. She even showed me the lubricant
that would be used. The other a collar, now I did not get to see it
before being attached, all I knew, a collar. By the way, did I say that
the plug was both electronic, I mean vibrated, and apparently activated
by remote control. So yes, the collar seemed the safer choice. She told
me to close my eyes and I heard a drawer open and then I felt it around
my neck, thick and heavy. I did not know the color. Then a chain was
attached, she pulled on it immediately, making sure, I guess, that it
was secure. A collar and chain, I would have never thought. The pink
boots too. But they were hidden by my pants. Mostly.
"You look quite nice dear," Brenda's mom said, "but let's show off those
pretty heels." She bent down and rolled my pants up well past the top of
the boots. "Much better."
"Thank you mother, I think he looks perfect too."
"Where will you too be going this evening?"
Of course, I had no answer, I was already wearing a collar, did I
mention it was pink, it had gold decorations it was three inches thick,
there was no way I would leave the house in such. However, the ring on
the front, also gold connected to a silver chain lead, a dog lead, and
the leather grip was held by, yes Brenda. She tugged on it while she
spoke to her mother. Nothing hard just that she spoke with her hands,
and when she moved the chain attached to my collar pulled too. Ok, I
can't explain anything right now.
"Dinner at Fat Eddies and then I told Melissa that I would stop by, she
always has a house full of interesting people, we should be back by 2."
"Here dear." She opened her wallet and handed Brenda a thick stack of
green bills, I could only see the twenties but there were probably a few
hundred dollar bills mixed in.
Her mother turned to me, her expression changed quite suddenly, "Now
sweet boy, I expect you to be respectful with my Brenda, this is a trial
only, I am very selective as to who she dates, or calls a boyfriend. I
have rules, they are strict, and she will share them with you. Do you
understand?"
I looked over at Brenda, she held the leash end to her face trying to
hold back a laugh, and she indicated with her eyes and a shake of her
head the next step to be taken would be my acceptance of her mother's
statement. The look also told me that the rules were well understood
with specific restrictions that she would strictly abide by.
"Yes ma'am, I will be most respectful and abide by your rules."
She took a step closer to me and grabbed my chin. "If I see any aspect
of disrespect or a violation of rules, you will be punished. A spanking
over my lap or worse will be in your future."
I shivered her hand remained attached to my chin, her face even closer
to mine. "I can tell that you are a sweet boy," she closed even nearer,
her scent enveloped me fully, then she kissed me.
Ok, yes another aside, she kissed me? This is Brenda's mother, the
threat that most boys apparently had posed in the past, accelerating her
actions, her strong hand on my face. My thoughts only on her words, did
she just say I would get a spanking over her lap and then the kiss. A
kiss, unlike anything I had ever experienced. Yes, my mother had kissed
me, but a cheek, top of my head, ok, yes even on the lips at times, did
that send me to another place. In truth, yes, not sure my mother knew
how sensitive that made me, tasting her lipstick, how long the kisses
lasted, seconds only but each time my personal clock said forever.
Always leaving me with a smile. But back to the kiss with Brenda's
mother, she pulled me to her, her lips open and taking me with her. She
owned me, I became her's, but the kiss deepened, her lips hot, and
demanding. She pulled me closer, she stopped a moment, and then took
hold of my collar and pulled me to her again, close to her for the
second kiss. Yes, she kissed me.
"I know you will be a good boy, don't disappoint me," she said still
holding the lead quite tightly.
The collar and leash pulled slightly, Brenda had taken the slack out and
pulled me away from her mother's attention. "Come, Jeremy, we have a
definite itinerary. I don't want to be late."
"I will see you both on your return. Have fun." Her mother walked us to
the door and we left.
Oh my... that went well. I have read it countless times and I am still
coming to grips with everything. But that's the end of chapter 3. You
have to tell me how I am doing. But the date goes on. Probably just a
first and last date. A collar?
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