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Steven's Adventure With Mrs. Remington Chapter 2 free porn video
(Authors note: Sorry for taking so long with chapter 2, life got busy
unexpectedly. Also, this chapter just kept getting longer and longer as I
wrote it so I have moved some of the content I planned to include in it
to chapter 3 to try and keep it an easily readable length. I will try to
be quicker with chapter 3! Any dommes that want to tell me off for
tardiness are welcome to, lol. Anyway, enjoy!)
To say dinner was awkward is the understatement of the century. Having
dressed me in girls clothing and then spanked me for masturbating Mrs.
Remington had ensured my first day in England had turned out nothing like
I expected. Somehow though I was happy, excited, even as I sat there with
a sore bottom. Once dinner was finished Mrs. Remington took me to the
living room and sat me down, a nervous smile on her face as she sat down
next to me on the couch.
"Steven, I want to make something very clear. If you decide you want to
walk away, everything that has happened here today will stay between the
two of us okay sweetheart?" she said, placing her hand on my knee.
I squirmed in my seat, painfully aware of the bruising on my bottom and
the tightness of the girl's jeans she had given me to wear.
"I understand Mrs. Remington. I promise I won't tell anyone either," I
replied, although I couldn't think of a single person I might actually
tell. It just seemed the right thing to say.
Mrs. Remington scooted closer to me on the couch and tilted my face
towards her. "I loved my husband Steven, very much. When he left me for
his personal trainer it broke my heart. In the last few months though
I've been reflecting on the advantages of my being divorced."
She paused and bit her lip either thinking about what to say or just
nervous perhaps. Either way I wasn't about to interrupt her. "I met
Phillip at university and was with him for years. In all that time I
suppressed certain parts of me. Mischievous, adventurous, and dare I say
it more demanding parts of me. Now that he and I are divorced though I
have wanted to explore. I didn't plan what happened today, when the
opportunity presented itself to me I simply seized it. And the thin is
Steven I don't want to go back to the old me. I can't go back."
"I think I understand Mrs. Remington," I nodded. I did, too, having
missed out on so much growing up I had wanted adventure and gone looking
for it. I couldn't go back to my old life either.
"Good. The thing is Steven that what I want is a little different than
what most people want. You've got a taste of it today of course but by no
means have you had all of it. You won't like some of what I want," said
Mrs. Remington, her voice gaining confidence as she went on.
My cheeks flushed red. "I didn't like what you did to me today Mrs.
Remington!"
She smiled and placed her hand on the crotch of the jeans, resting it
over the panties with dried cum in them I was wearing. "Maybe you didn't
like it Steven. I think part of you got excited about it and another part
of you needs it though. You may have been to shocked at first to do
anything but that excuse wore off hours ago."
I was about to protest further when she kissed me. It was a proper kiss
to, her lips meeting mine, her tongue entering into my mouth and tasting
gently. It wasn't my first kiss, that had come a few years ago from a
girl in one of my classes who felt sorry for me due to my illness. It was
the second though and it left me breathless. Mrs. Remington may have been
in her late 40's to my 19 but she was still attractive. I just wonder if
the hand she rested on my crotch could feel me go stiff.
"Now listen closely Steven because this is important. You get to choose
from 2 options. Option 1: I'll talk to some of my friends and see if
anyone has a room to rent for a few weeks, which I will pay for, so that
you can at least get to see a little of England while you are here," she
said as her hand embraced mine, squeezing it gently, "Option 2: Sticking
to our original plan, albeit with a few modifications. You can stay here
with me, do some chores in return for room and board, get tutoring from
me to help with your education, even do some sightseeing. While you are
here though you'll dress as I tell you to and obey the rules I set for
you. If you don't I will spank you and punish you in other ways. Do you
understand me Steven?"
I gulped and tried to find some words. The cheeky smirk and the twinkle
in her eye at that moment will haunt me to the day I die.
"I understand Mrs. Remington," was all I could manage.
"Good boy. I'm going to go get ready for bed while you sit here and think
about your decision. If you haven't picked when I come back I will assume
you want to go with the first option." said Mrs. Remington, kissing me
once again, this time placing her hands on my face as she did so. It
wasn't until hours later that this struck me as unusually aggressive for
a woman.
My head was a mess. Obviously, the sane thing to do would be to take
option 1 and be thankful for a free place to stay on holiday. Try as I
might though to convince myself to do just that I kept coming back to
option 2 over and over. I attempted to distract myself with a magazine
I'd half read on the plane, I tried guessing the password to Mrs.
Remington's wifi on my ipad. It didn't work though, all I could think
about was how exciting it would be to stay with Mrs. Remington. After
all, she seemed to like me and what are the chances that things would get
any worse? Besides, the belting hadn't been that bad I insisted on lying
to myself. She'd get bored with the whole dressing me in girls clothing
thing anyway.
The hour snuck away from me and before I knew it the large grandfather
clock in the corner was striking 9 pm. Taking a deep breath I resolved to
do the smart thing and tell Mrs. Remington that I wanted to stay with one
of her friends. I really believed I'd say it too.
That resolve even managed to stay with me when Mrs. Remington walked back
into the living room. Her hair was down and loose over her shoulders and
she was dressed in a beige silk nightgown that went to just below her
knee with intricate black lace around the bust. It didn't cling tightly
to her body but stuck close enough to show off her figure and caused my
jaw to hang open. I was like a deer stuck in the headlights of an
oncoming truck, totally transfixed.
She arched an eyebrow at my stare and sat down next to me. "Have you made
a decision Steven?"
I nodded and tried to speak. With a dry mouth however all that came out
was an anguished croak. I had to fight my instincts to maintain eye
contact with her, the allure of looking at her breasts so strong.
On my second attempt at speech I managed to actually say something, just
not what I had meant to say. "I..I.. I choose the second option Mrs.
Remington. I want to stay here with you, even if it means I have to
follow your rules."
She smiled and licked her lips as my whole body deflated. In my heart I
knew I'd made the right choice the moment the words left my mouth. In my
brain though? Well I knew I must be crazy. No normal guy would
voluntarily stay with the woman that spanked them and dressed them in
girls clothes. For my answer I was rewarded with a hug that thrust my
face into her bosom. I wish that hug had never ended, I was in heaven,
first with my face inadvertently between her breasts, then turned for my
head to rest on her chest.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you sweetheart," she said, "but that
is all going to have to wait till tomorrow. I think given how long you've
travelled and how much you've been awake today it's time for you to get
some sleep Steven. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. I promise
I'll be following behind you in just a few minutes."
"Yes Mrs. Remington," I yawned, physically and mentally exhausted.
Mrs. Remington stood me up, squeezing the bulge in my jeans and then
patted me on the bum as I left to go to bed. Trudging into the small
bedroom I quickly slipped off every stitch of clothing and climbed into
the warm bed. It would be inaccurate to say that I went to sleep as soon
as my head hit the pillow, it must have been close though. The only thing
I can really remember is wondering if the sound of soft moaning from next
door was real or just my imagination.
The Next Morning
I dreamt of breasts and sore bottoms and I suspect that if someone were
to watch me sleep they would have detected a faint smile throughout the
night. I had worried before arriving that being so far from home I'd
struggle to get a good nights sleep in a strange bed. I needn't have
worried as I slept through past morning and into the afternoon. The first
thing I knew was being gently shaken awake by Mrs. Remington.
I yawned and rolled over to face her, slowly growing aware of the tent my
naked body was making with my morning wood in the sheets.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead. It's nearly 12:30 in the afternoon, you've
been sleeping the day away and have so much to experience," she said
before ripping the duvet off the bed leaving me completely exposed, "I
see you were having a pleasant night's sleep at least Stephanie. I think
we are going to have to do something about your morning excitement
though."
I croaked, my mouth dry, "Yes Mrs. Remington. Do something?"
A wicked smile gripped her face, her lipstick red and bold after the
demure makeup of yesterday. With surprising force she took hold of my
cock in her well manicured hand and stood me upright.
"Come with me Stephanie, I'm going to take good care of you," she teased.
As she led me erection first through to the bathroom I noticed the bags
in the hall, noticeably that they weren't mine. I also couldn't help but
take in the delicious sight of Mrs. Remington in a pair of yoga pants
with a pattern of multi-coloured interlocking circles all over them and a
plain t-shirt. The way the yoga pants clung to her was mesmerising and
only served to make me stare. Once in the bathroom she released her grip
and giggled at the way my cock sprang up to attention.
"You remember last night how you decided you were going to stay here and
do whatever I say?" Mrs. Remington asked, her hand stroking my naked
buttock, "Is that still the case?"
I nodded and covered myself with my hands, feeling very self-aware about
my nudity. "Yes Mrs. Remington. I made my choice and I'm sticking to it."
"Good Girl Stephanie. We are going to start off with a treat today. I
want you to kneel down on the floor and stroke that silly penis of yours
until you cum," she said with a flirtatious wink.
I gasped audibly and didn't need the hand she placed on my shoulder to
get me down to my knees. She either didn't care or didn't know that from
my vantage point my eyes were level with the tightness that suggested the
hint of cameltoe. Worried about some sort of trick I slowly placed my
hand on my cock and began to rub, waiting for her to tell me off.
She seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry young lady. You aren't going to
get spanked for it this time."
I stroked faster and gripped harder. Somehow the thought of yesterday's
spanking only served to increase my arousal. "Yes Mrs. Remington, thank
you Mrs. Remington."
"Call me Ma'am in private Stephanie. It suits our relationship going
forwards better than calling me Charlotte would," she giggled before
placing a Tupperware pot down in front of me, "when you do cum though
Stephanie I want you to cum in that. If you spill so much as a drop
elsewhere you'll be in big trouble."
I looked at her wideyed and tried to imagine what she could possibly want
with my cum. "Why into the container?"
"You'll find out eventually sweetheart. For now though just think of it
as the price you have to pay to cum," replied Mrs. Remington. "Do you
need help Stephanie? I know, I'll tell you something to make this
quicker."
She bent over towards me, so that our faces were only inches apart. "Last
night I masturbated with my favourite vibrator Stephanie and I had an
orgasm the likes of which I haven't had in years."
I could feel her breath on my face, she was so close I could practically
taste her. Her words though? They drove me over the edge immediately,
causing me to erupt into the waiting container. I dread to think of the
view she must have had of my contorted face as I orgasmed. It was only
when the intense pleasure had subsided that I thought to look down and
see if I had in fact spilled anything. With a sigh of relief, I saw that
by some miracle I'd managed to land it all in the right place.
Mrs. Remington picked up the container and put a lid on it, placing it on
the bathroom counter. Then she wet a cloth under the sink and handed it
to me. "I'm impressed Stephanie. I thought you were going to make a mess.
Now you've had your treat for the day it's time for us to move on to step
2 though Stephanie. Be good and wash yourself off your willy with the
cloth."
My brain was still in its post orgasm haze so I didn't even question the
command. With a few quick wipes I was free of cum and looking up at Mrs.
Remington's predatory eyes.
"Do you trust me Stephanie?" she asked, helping me to stand upright by
offering me her hand.
I did my best to hide my shock when she reached between my thighs and
spread my legs apart.
"Yes Ma'am, I trust you." I meant it too. I'd barely known her in person
for 24 hours and yet I really did trust her despite everything she had
been doing to me. Clearly, I am insane.
She smiled and sprayed a bit of shaving foam on my genitals. "This is why
I let you have your treat sweetheart. I don't want you accidentally
getting excited when I touch you."
I gulped and spluttered as she got down on her knees, took hold of my
testicles and began to shave them methodically. What is a red-blooded
American male to do when an English rose touches his 'willy'? On the one
hand I was watching as my hair was carefully removed, first from my
balls, then from my crotch as well. On the other however she had the
greatest smile on her face and seemed to think it all highly amusing.
Before I could reach a decision, she had finished, using the cloth
herself this time to wipe me clean of the leftover cream and cut hairs. I
looked down at my cock bereft.
"Aww don't pout darling," she teased, "I tell you what, I'll make you a
deal. If you close your eyes and promise not to open them until I tell
you to, I'll take off my t-shirt and let you see me in my bra."
I quickly closed my eyes. I don't know if she was serious or if she was
just teasing. I wasn't about to take the chance and miss out though.
"Dddeal Ma'am."
Focusing on my other senses I heard a cupboard open and her perfume get
stronger as she came closer. Then I heard something confusing. There was
a distinct click of a lock being fastened. Weirdly, there was a strange
cold sensation on my flaccid penis. As if I was being encased in
something.
"There sweetheart. You can look now," exclaimed a gleeful Mrs. Remington.
I opened my eyes and saw something I couldn't comprehend. Her had was
around my penis, yet I couldn't feel it. Some weird piece of pink plastic
covering my cock, the back looped around my balls. The moment Mrs.
Remington released her grip I reached down and shook it, trying to get it
off. Whatever it was, it wouldn't budge.
Mrs. Remington kissed my cheek. "It's called a chastity tube Stephanie.
After your naughty behaviour yesterday I wanted to make sure that you
wouldn't be tempted to do anything silly like touching your little willy
without my permission.
I looked up at her with wide-eyed horror. "But... But..."
In return she shushed me and put her hand on my waist. "Stephanie.. You
want me to feel safe in my own home don't you? How can I do that if I
know a nasty cock is loose inside the house and that someone actually
thinks they are allowed to use it without my say-so?"
It wasn't what she said, it was how she said it. So sweet and reasonable
sounding it made what she had said seem sensible, normal even. "Yes
Ma'am."
"Good Girl," she murmured, "ready for your reward?"
Gulping for air I nodded eagerly, staring at her plain black t-shirt.
With a truly wicked smile she lifted it up over her head, revealing a
black nike sports bra underneath, the big white check mark nestled over
her breasts. A deliberate bounce on her part made it clear just how hard
the lycra worked to contain her breasts.
"You like looking at bras, don't you Stephanie?" she teased.
I nodded, dumbfounded by the sight before me. For it's part my cock was
doing it's very best to get erect, the awful steel cage around it keeping
it at half mast unable to be truly aroused... or pleasured. Without
conscious thought my hand drifted lower patting uselessly on the steel,
unable to stroke myself.
Smirking, she kissed me. "There, there Stephanie. If you cooperate and
behave I might let you out of your new device sometimes, Ok?"
"Yes Ma'am," I swallowed, trying to imagine what sort of a timeframe was
covered by the word 'sometimes'.
Walking past me Mrs. Remington turned on the shower till it started to
steam. "Now Stephanie. I want you to show me how good you are. There is
hair removal cream and razors with plenty of gel in the shower. I want
you to remove all the hair below your neck."
I opened my mouth to protest only to shut it again. I may have hated the
idea itself but Mrs. Remington was everything I never knew I dreamed of.
Damn her. With reluctance I got in the shower, listening to Mrs.
Remington whistle a merry tune as she walked away.
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