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The Seduction and Enslavement of Young, Innocent Eric: The Path to Total Control

I knew what I was thinking was evil. But still, I couldn't convince myselfit would be wrong, not with the excitement, sexual and otherwise, that I feltwhen I thought about it. Marion, my office assistant of nearly five yearshad just died prematurely from cancer. She had been a single, overprotective motherof a shy 16-year boy named Eric. They had had no other relatives, eventhe father, if he was even known, was long, long gone and never heard from. Whenshe had been diagnosed, Marion asked me if she would become Eric's guardianin the event she did not recover. I agreed. None of what I was thinkingabout occurred to me then, when I said yes, so I am not sure why I did. Iguess you don't say no to that kind of request when someone has just been giventhe worst news of their life. But I had agreed.

The Glint in Her Eye

I am Helen and I am 35 years old. I am rising in my profession in thebusiness world, but I never married, never really met a man I was interestedin marrying. I am career-driven and consequently do not have muchof a social life. I have a few close friends of like-minded women, butwe'll come to them in time. But now I had Eric. He was my responsibility---andmy opportunity. I decided quickly that I did not want to raise a teenager. WhatI really wanted was to utterly control another human being, preferably a malebecause it would be more satisfying, to make him my slave to everything andanything I wanted.The fact that Eric was a young male, malleable,manipulable, virginal made it doubly appealing. And the more I thoughtabout it, the more and more I wanted it.Becoming responsible forEric is what gave me the idea, his unique isolation and dependency on me. Whynot make it complete? Why shouldn't I have someone who is totally devotedto satisfying all of my sexual and domestic needs? The more I thoughtabout, the more I rationalized that in doing so Eric would lead a very usefuland productive life---for me.

I realized that to do this right I would have to start slowly, but also quicklyenough to take advantage of his emotional vulnerability. I wanted no troublefrom any outside authorities, whether that was the school, police or the boy'sfriends. Turns out, he really didn't have any of the latter, his shynessbeing an obstacle to them. But that very same shyness would be a valuable toolfor me. Eric had moved into my house about a week before Marion died,and it was when he was first there that my thoughts about the looming responsibility---andopportunity---I had took their new shape. It had started simply by thefact that I encouraged him to help out in the house and keep it clean, whichbeing the polite one that he was, he agreed readily. He also seemed abit eager to please, but that is probably not unusual in someone in his position. Hewas also a cute, decent-looking kid. His butt in particular, I noted withsatisfaction was tight and rounded. Still, few would think of him as astud. Just was well, I thought, so those types are always so fullof themselves. He was also 5'6" and 145 pounds, whereas I was 6'2" anda voluptuous 165. I towered over him in my bare feet, much less my 4" heels. Ourphysical differences made clear to me, at least, that I was definitely thestronger and that would prove both useful and, eventually, fun. I am veryfit and pretty good lucking myself. One man, whom I had dated verybriefly, called me sultry. In the beginning, though, my height reinforcedmy authority.

The Plan

The key strategy to Eric's seduction and eventual enslavement, I soon realized,was going to be his slow isolation from other people, reinforcing his dependenceon me for everything, combined with careful sexual provocation on my part. Iknow how teenage boys think. Most of their idle thoughts are about sex,and here I was quite sure Eric was no different. When we had packed uphis things from his mother's apartment, I had offered to carry a carefullytied stack of magazines he was saving, but he quickly refused and stuffed thema box he would carry. I was counting on the boy's genetically inspiredlust to carry him a good distance of the way to me. What was required,though was to severely restrict the outlets for that lust, until I was theonly one he had. The first step was to severely restrict the TV. Easyenough. The only one was in my room behind a locked center. The otherwas school. I needed to get Eric away from those nubile young girls, notbecause he was dating them---he wasn't--but when he masturbated at night, asall boys do, I didn't want images of Bambi the tart in his head. I wantedimages of me. So I told Eric that he would be privately schooled at myhome by a private tutor. The school guidance counselor agreed that thismight be beneficial for him, one-on-one education. I couldn't have agreedmore!

The selection of a tutor, because the school would check at first, was important. Irejected out of hand a number of relatively young, fresh out of college educationmajors. They wouldn't do at all. I rejected all men, of course. Thelast thing I wanted was some male role model for the boy. Finally, I settledon Mrs. Fitzpatrick, a 60-year, very heavy-set retired teacher with thick glassesand a smoker's cough. Perfect.

We settled into that routine for a few weeks. I would go to work. Ericwould be tutored at home. In the evenings, we made dinner together. ThenI started making some subtle changes. My evening casual wear got slowlymore provocative. I had hidden cameras installed in Eric's room. Icertainly need to know what he did and when he did it. I also made surethat the house was always quite warm, but his room was the warmest. Ifigured that would increase my chances of seeing what I wanted to see whenhe was in there alone.

I began to discover Eric's routine. After our dinners replete with mysubtlety revealing outfits, Eric would go to his room for 15 minutes and masturbate. Thenhe would come out and we would do normal things in the evening. Afterspending more time with me, when he went to bed, he would do so again beforefalling asleep. Once I had this figured out, I could take the first crucialstep.

I came home one night as usual. I changed. I was wearing tight blackcotton running shorts and a tight black tee-shirt, absent my bra. Mylong, athletic legs were bare and the boy was increasingly lookingat me when we were together. I wasn't a magazine or a television screen,I was live and constantly found excuses to brush up against my prey. Ericand I made and ate our dinner. After we cleaned up, he excused himselfand went to his room. I waited five minutes, very quietly walked to hisroom, and then walked in on him. There were no locks on any roomsin the house, but my own, something I explained to Eric in the beginning, butI had never made a big deal about it. Useful, now, though. He hadhis pants down, his penis was fully erect and enjoying the ministrations ofEric's hands. He, of course, was mortified, and quickly pull a sheetover his lower body. I apologized but did not leave (inwardly I was ecstaticat having arrived at the right moment). I had come in mentioning someadministrative detail of the house. He appeared almost afraid at firstof what was going to happen. This was the key moment.

"Eric, dear, don't be embarrassed. There is nothing to be ashamedof. What you're doing is perfectly natural and understandable." Imoved toward him. "I told you from the day you arrived here I wouldtake care of all your needs and protect you. I am certainly not goingto scold you." The fear started to evaporate from Eric's eyes, thoughhe was still very unsure what would or should happen next. I sat downon the bed and gently pushed him by the chest onto his back into a lying downposition. "I will help you with everything you need. I'd ratherhelp than not know." With one hand gently but firmly holding hischest down, I masturbated him with the other. A couple of times he startedto speak but I shushed him. Not knowing what to make of the situationor what to do, he simply obeyed. It was I was pleased to see his naturalreflex. When we were done, I smiled at him and then got up to leave. Thelook in his eyes betrayed a puppy-dog look of love as I exited the room.

This started to happen more often. The next day, we made dinner as usual,but Eric didn't talk much. He was, however, stealing more than the usualnumber of furtive glances at my breasts and legs. When dinner was overand we had cleaned up, Eric lingered a bit longer than usual but finally, quietlyexcused himself. His difficulty was showing quite readily. "Eric," Iasked, "would you like me to go with you?" He looked at me asif the light in his eyes had been turned on. He gave me an impish smileand replied, "Yes, Ma'am, please." I smiled back and followedhim to his room. "You need not call me 'Ma'am,' Eric. 'MissHelen' will do." Eric would always have to use a title with me. Itis just that the title would change in time.

"Yes, Miss Helen." As we entered his room, Eric looked at me. "Goahead, dear, do what you always do." He sat on the edge of the bedand laid down, lowering his shorts and underwear to just below his groin. Hispenis was a raging erection. I put one hand on his chest and held firmly. Myother hand brought him to an eruption within a minute. "Let's cleanup and go back downstairs."

"Yes, Miss Helen. Thank you."

"Your welcome, Eric." I knew he would do it again later. Butmy goal at this point wasn't to control his every movement, but just get myselfpast that bedroom door.

After several days of this routine, I was determined on a change. OnWednesday, after we entered his room, I said: "Eric, I think it wouldbe better if you undressed completely for this. There would be less riskof messing up the clothes." He seemed to hesitate for second,but then quickly complied. First his shirt came off, then his shorts andunderwear. I inhaled silently and nearly wet myself. Eric didn'thave a sculptured body, but he had almost no body hair, except at his groin. Moreimportantly, he was now naked in my presence, while I still remain fully, ifprovocatively, clothed. The power I felt in the situation excitedme as never before! My bare hand held down firmly a naked chest. Itwas a beautiful evening.

Helen's Room

After two more weeks of this, the day came for the next crucial moment. Heneed to start serving my needs. After dinner, as Eric lay naked on his bedwith my hand on his chest, I almost started to stroke him but then stopped. "Eric,have you enjoyed staying with me, you know, my taking care of you, taking careof what you need." Eric's eyes widened as if he were shocked at thequestion. "Why, yes, Miss Helen. Very much!"

"Would you say, Eric, that it would be fair of me, after all I have done,to ask you for more help in doing things that need to be done around here?" "Yes,of course, Miss Helen," he replied very eagerly. "I have needs,too, Eric, for which I would enjoy your help."

Eric's eyes widened again. "Miss Helen, I want to do whatever youwant me to do."

"Very good, Eric." I nearly came right then and there. "Whydon't we go down to my room and you can help me in a way similar to how I amhelping you. We'll take care of you, too, afterwards." He nodded. Hereached for a robe, but I stopped him. "No, dear," I smiled, "comeas you are."

Eric entered my room as if he were entering a shrine. I had never permittedhim in my room before for any reason. It was a beautifully appointed roomwith a large four poster bed. But that, posters and all, would befor later. "Turn around, Eric, I wish to change into something moreappropriate for this moment, and a young man shouldn't watch a lady change." Hedid as I asked. I took off my shirt to reveal my very ample bosom encasedin tight black lace bra, while I eyed his gorgeous behind. My bra wouldstay on. I took off my shorts and revealed black lace panties. Iput on a pair of fishnet stockings and ankle high black boots. I thensat in a large, comfortable sitting chair. "Turn around, Eric, andcome to me." The boy turned, stared, and blurted: "MissHelen, you are the most beautiful woman I have even seen." Of course,by this time I was the only woman he had seen in over month, except for poorold Mrs. Fitzpatrick, his tutor. I thought at that moment that the tutoringwould soon have to end. The old bat was no rival to me, but what she wasteaching was. I wanted Eric to have no opportunities, no prospects otherthan me. Education was independence, and there would be nothing availableto Eric but me without a high school diploma.

Eric came over, but he did look a bit confused. "Come and kneelin front of me." He did so and my juices just flowed. "Ineed you to please me, Eric, pleasure me with your mouth, here," as Ipointed to the front of my panties. "It is a most important way forany gentlemen to assist a lady. Come, take them off." Ericgently pulled my panties down over the fishnet encased legs and black shoeboots. Ashe did so, he revealed my large black bush. I had always been quite hairythere and never felt any reason to do anything about it. In light of mystature, it was probably almost as big as Eric's head. He hesitated, buthe looked more uncertain as to what to do rather than unwilling. I drew himin closer and whispered in his ear, "don't worry, just do what I tellyou." With both my hands having a firm grip on the back of hishead I guided his mouth to my folds. I showed him wear to lick, told himhow, and gave him thorough encouragement. He quickly picked it up andwe proceeded apace. After my first orgasm, I explained to Eric that womenare different from men, superior in the sense we can and need to come morethan once. As he returned to his duties, I locked my long, powerful legsbehind his back. He wasn't going anywhere even if he wanted to changehis mind.

A Virgin No More

We had spent an hour together the previous night. I had Eric work untilI had come four times and then I relieved him. We did this nightly forsome time, except for that time of the month when I couldn't. After severalmore weeks, I needed to complete the seduction to secure my control. Iwas becoming anxious to play my games with him. But I couldn't move tooquickly because those games needed to be natural extension of our relationshipand the relationship as yet as was incomplete.

"Eric," I said one morning, "I had to let Mrs. Fitzpatrickgo yesterday. From what I have seen of your work, I don't think she hasbeen doing her job very well." Eric looked ashamed but said nothingat first. (There wasn't really anything wrong with his work, of course.) Finally,he asked: "who will do it now." "I don't know and it maytake me some time to find someone suitable. In the meantime, I am goingto have to ask you to take on more responsibilities around the house. Sinceyou won't be doing much in the way of studying until I find a replacement,I expect you to fill your days making sure the work gets done and the houseruns smoothly. I will leave you a list each day of what to do. Thisis fair, don't you think?" "Oh, yes Miss Helen. I'll dowhatever you ask," Eric answered. Clearly this seemed reasonableto him.

And so he did. For another week, our routine continued, Eric kept thehouse clean, fixed things (as he had for his mother), and maintained the yard. Finally,on a Saturday late in the month, after Eric had finished his duties in my bedroom,I suggested a change. "Eric, you have worked so hard this week andwe have helped each other so well, I thought we could stay here in my bed forthe night." I took off my bra and laid beside him. "Youdeserve more than what you have been getting, don't you think?" Ericnodded slightly but the lust in his eyes and the smile on his lips were quiteemphatic. Seizing the moment, I climbed on top of him, pinned his wristswith my hand, and soon we joined. I did it quickly before either one ofus said or did something that caused us to hesitate. Eric came long beforeI was ready, but that didn't matter. We had sex repeatedly that nightand every night thereafter. Eric was still required to serve me on hisknees first, for I needed him to do that to reinforce his new stationin life as my boy-toy. Eric's seduction was complete, and he was one thepath to becoming my slave, but now I needed to accelerate that front.

Enslavement and servitude

"Eric," I said one evening after I had had several orgasmsbut Eric was still on his knees performing his duties. "Do youenjoy your life here with me?"

He looked at me, a little surprised. "Oh, Miss Helen, very much! Whydo you ask?"

"Well, Eric, it is just that while I have enjoyed our time together, Imust be frank and admit that our relationship, for me, isn't working quiteright."There was a fear in his eyes, a fear of loss, asI said this. Perfect! I thought."I have never reallyhad a conventional relationship with a man because they just didn't work forme. And our relationship is becoming so conventional." Thiswasn't really true of course. But I knew Eric's experiences with girlswas very limited if not downright nonexistent and the routines I quicklyallowed us to fall into reinforced the idea. "I need someone completelydevoted to me, Eric, someone who will do whatever I say and do it the way Isay it."

"I am completely devoted to you Miss Helen! I promise to dowhatever you say!" I knew, of course, that he meant that, but I doubthe had ever contemplated where I was intending to take him. I looked athim skeptically and said: "Really, Eric? Do you reallymean that? Because what I want Eric is total control of our every momentspent in this house, total control of everything we---you---do. For allpractical purposes, Eric you must become like a slave to me, willing to dowhat I want, when I want it, without needing a why. And failure to doso would bring consequences. For example, my first demand would be toget rid of your little pornography stash."

Eric looked mortified that I knew about that. "Oh, yes, I have alwaysknown. I have tolerated it because I understand what it is to be a teenageboy, but if we are to continue I cannot tolerate you having such distractionsfrom me. It's demeaning to me, Eric."

"I'll throw them away right now! I'll do anything for you Miss Helen. Ifyou need me to be your slave, I will be your slave!" I smiled athim. "Very well, let's do it now before we continue here." Hegot up and walked to his room. I was following closely behind. Withmy four-inch heels, I towered over Eric by a foot. I stood in his doorwaywith my arms crossed as he removed the stash from a box hidden under his bed. Hegave them to me. "Very good, Eric," and the boy was positivelybeaming, if not still a little embarrassed. "Let's go back to myroom now. When we got to my doorway, however, I stopped him. "Thingsare going to change now, Eric. Remember, you agreed." He nodded."Thefirst change is that when we are in this room, you will call me 'Mistress'or 'Mistress Helen' Is that clear?Elsewhere you may continueto call me 'Miss Helen.'I will call you whatever I like, mylittle slaveboy. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress" came his answer and my groin warmed at the firstsound of those words. "Come, slaveboy, we are going to pick up wherewe left off a few minutes ago, but with some slight changes." Hegot back on his knees by the chair and I went to my closet for the box of itemsI had been collecting over the past two months. I pulled out a thick leathercollar, a posture collar the store owner had called it. I only knew thatslaveboy Eric would look handsome in it. I put it on him and attachedthe small padlock. I then put leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles anda leather harness on his chest. I nearly came right then when I surveyedmy diminutive 16-year old slave, kneeling before. I attached a leash tohis collar. "Oh Eric, what wonderful games we will play now!" Therest of the night was spent forcing Eric to worship my boots, my legs, my groin,pretty much every inch of my body. I then tied him tightly to the fourposters of the bed. In that inescapable position, my little slave worshipedmy breasts and ate my pussy some more. I smothered him completely withmy ample frame over and over, which became another game. Eric soon realizedI could from that position smother him for real. So I began to test Eric'sability to hold his breath. The power and control I felt at those momentswas unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life! It was addictingand I knew at that moment that I would never give it up and Eric's realityhad truly changed forever.

Humiliation and Discipline

That is the way it went for the next couple of weeks. I would come homefrom work and Eric and I would prepare dinner (his cooking skills would taketime to improve). He would, of course, clean up. Then we would adjournto my bedroom where for the next four hours I would sexually subjugate Ericand rape him repeatedly. I wanted him sexually exhausted and it was commonfor us to mate three times a night (the virtues of a young slave!). Typicallyit would begin about 8:00 pm and then we would go to sleep around midnight. Inbetween my bouts of overt sexual conquest, Eric would service me in any wayI saw fit. He was required to spend long periods licking between my legs,give me massages, pedicures, manicures, brush my hair, and ready my clothesfor the morning. I often left quite early, and did not disturb the slaveboy'ssleep. I left a long list of chores and he needed the rest to do themafter our nightly bouts of entanglement. I had never been so satisfiedwith my life!

After two weeks of this, however, I wanted to go further with Eric. Hisyouthful energy allowed him to keep up with me at night and his efforts duringthe day were generally acceptable, but I wanted his total enslavement to meand to accomplish that, several more steps were required. The first wasto provide Eric with appropriate outfits in which to do his chores and, dependingon how that went, the second would establish once and for all that there wereabsolutely no limits to my authority over him, that there was truly nothingI could not do with him if I wanted.

I typically gave fewer chores to Eric on Friday, because I wanted him busieron Saturday when I was home to watch him scurrying about his tasks. Aswe were lounging in bed Saturday morning, I was fondling him in a rather possessiveway, I announced: "Eric, I think the time has come for you to wearmore appropriate clothing when you are doing your chores." Untilthat time, he had still been wearing the clothing he had brought with him fromhis previous home, which now seemed so long ago even though its was only afew months. He looked quizzical as I got up from the bed, still wearingthe black lacy underwear I had put on when we went to sleep the previous night. Ireturned and laid on the bed pink skimpy lacy woman's panties, a satin pinkcorset, white hosiery, and garters. Over top of that, he would wear awhite lacy apron and hat, just like a French maid would wear.

Eric looked mortified. "Ms. Helen, I can't wear that, I am a guy! What'smore, I won't wear it!" It was really quite cute to look at. Herewas this diminutive teenage boy, wearing nothing but a slave collar, harness,with cuffs still attached to his wrists proclaiming his masculinity to hisamazon-sized mistress!Stifling my inner laughter, I look annoyed. "You WILLwear this outfit, my little slave as befitting your place in my home." IfEric caved immediately it would tell me that there were really no barriersleft in the exercise of my will over him. But in reality, I was hopingfor some more resistance, so as to have the perfect excuse to expandthe repertoire of games I would play with my slave.

Eric obliged. He got up the bed, said only "no" andleft for his room, starting to take his accoutrements off as he went. Igave him a little head start and then charged after him, still wearing nothingmore than my sexy black underwear. I caught up to him in his room, wherehe discovered I had removed his day clothes the night before. He no longerhad anything to wear, except that which I provided to him. I grabbed hisarm. "Eric, you are making me very angry and I have no wishto be angry with you. You will come back and put your day clothes on now!" ButEric broke free from grasp, and I immediately tripped him with one of my longlegs. I dove down and started to wrestle and manhandle my young victim. Erictried to put up resistance, but I was eight inches taller, 20 pounds heavier,and in better shape. Eric could do little more than struggle pitifullyin grasp, my arms and legs became his bondage. As he continued to struggle,I said to him, "Eric maybe you think that what we have been doing togetherhas just been a game, but I assure you, it is not. You are indeed my slavein every sense of the term and I am your life! This little act of rebellionon your part will now be put down firmly. You clearly are in need of somediscipline to remind you who is in charge here and who must only obey." Ibegan to manipulate Eric's body into a spanking position on my lap as I saton the floor. Realizing what was happening, Eric screamed "NOOOOOO!!!!" Iwas quite sure that that overprotective mother of his had never laid a handon the boy. That needed to change.

Finally, I had the position I wanted. Eric's face was pressed into thecarpet with left thigh, which was on his back, my left hand twisting his behindhis back. My right thigh was underneath him, propping his delicious behindinto the air. He tried to kick with his feet, but twisting his arm harderput a stop to that. "I don't really want to do this, Eric, but clearlythis morning showed I need to take a firmer hand with you." I beganto smack his behind, slowly at first, not too hard, and rubbing his ass eroticallyin between strokes. I wanted to sexualize the discipline in the boy'smind, for it would be a part of his life now. I worked up the intensityand stopped at 25 smacks. His butt was quite red and Eric was crying. Igot up and not unlike a small child, Eric remained on the floor crying. Ipicked him up and carried him back to my room, forcing his new clothes on him. "Dowe understand each now, Eric?" Sniffing his last, he nodded. Ibent down, kissed him on the lips, licked his cheek and whispered in his ear: "Ihave always thought how sexy a MAN is in pink. Now, off you go." Hegave me an embarrassed smile, but clearly happy that he could rationalize thisas something that makes me happy.

I dressed in my tight black tee-shirt and tight cotton black shorts for therest of the day. I spent most of it relaxing and watching Eric do hischores. Watching him do work that I used to have to do in a lacy and satinpink kept me wet most of the time, as I knew it would when I got dressed. Iperiodically made sure that Eric could see the dark moisture stains on my shortsas I watched him. My house is on a very secluded lot in the country, soEric could safely do his outside chores in his outfit---minus the apron andwith pink, feminine sneakers. You don't know how good life is until you'vewatched a 16-year old male mow the lawn and trim the hedge in a pink corset,panties, stockings and garters. It was clear that the clothes Eric hadbrought with him, that were safely locked away in the trunk would last foryears to come, as they would rarely be worn again.

The Final Chapter

For the past four months Eric served me this way. On his 17th birthday,I gave my slave a chastity device. There were times when I hadto go away on business, but Eric was to have absolutely no sexual activityunless it was with me or supervised by me.He wasn't reallykeen on his present, but he did not argue for fear it would add to hisweekly discipline sessions. Yes, Eric was now spanked weekly. I wouldcatalogue his mistakes for the week and administer his punishment on Fridaynights. There wasn't usually much to spank him for, as Eric worked hard. Fromtime to time I had to make a few things up. While Eric still found thespankings painful, they were becoming erotic to him, as I had hoped. Oneday he had asked if we could recreate the first discipline session we had had. Inother words, he wanted to be chased, wrestled into submission, and then spanked. Myheart leapt with joy at his request, because that was the way I wanted to sothings, too. Our Friday night discipline sessions took on the characterof hunt, of a race between predator and prey. I would give Eric a 5-minutehead start to run and hide anywhere in the house and---in the summer when itwas still light outside---property. I would then proceed to hunt him down,physically overcome him, and then discipline him. Sometimes it would beright where he was caught, other times I took him back to out bedroom so Icould proceed instantly to fucking him.

Still, that was a bit of a digression. As I said, Eric has served mefor some time. But now it was time for him to be seen serving me. Itwas the final crucial step that would cement my control over him and ensurethat our relationship would be permanent. I was going to have two closefriends, Eileen and Heather, over for dinner. Eric would serve usall, in his domestic capacity. Whether I would have him service them sexuallyin some way remained to be seen. I wanted to see how the evening wouldgo. They certainly wouldn't be having sex with him, as the only blissof that kind Eric would ever know would be me. Still, after six monthsof intense and extensive practice, he has a very talented tongue now.

Eileen and Heather were good friends of mine from the business world. Theydidn't work for me, but rather for other firms with which mine did businessfrom time to time. They were peers. We enjoyed each other socially,but they had commented in the past few months why I had been unavailable somany times. While I did see them, usually at lunch, I hadn't explainedthat enslaving Eric was taking up literally every evening I had. Thenone Friday in a quiet restaurant at an out-of-the-way table, I explained everythingthat had transpired in the past six months.

Eileen's first response was, "My God, Helen, that isn't legal. Theboy's too young. Couldn't you have waited until he was 18 or something."

"Is that what you're concerned about, legalities? Those didn't seemto concern you when you acquired the McBraken contract last year. Besides,16 is the age of consent in this state." Eileen blushed at the referenceto a sexual indiscretion of hers in order to advance her business interests. Icontinued, "You know how most of the men we meet have no interest forme, with their gushing testosterone. The last thing I wanted was a husbandlike one of them. This is the ideal solution. I will take care ofEric forever, although I admit it wasn't exactly what Marion had in mind."

Heather hadn't said anything, but then blurted: "Are you kidding?!? Thisis great! I am envious as hell. Will you show him to us? I wishI had the same opportunity."

"That is why I suggested lunch. I want you both to come to dinnertomorrow. Eric will serve us all---in his uniform." Heatherlooked as if she were having an orgasm right there. "And Heather,as for looking for opportunities, you might want to take a closer look at theyoung man who mows your lawn. He works hard, is quiet and polite. Heis being raised by his grandmother, who is in ill health and has little timeto devote to him. Those are the key ingredients you need. He justmight respond to the concerned ministrations of a professional woman." Heathersuddenly looked lost in thought.

"In any event, tomorrow at eight."

"Have you told him, yet?" Heather asked.

"No, I'll tell him tonight. Friday's are discipline nights. Itis right the setting."

"Discipline night?" my friends queried.

"I catalogue Eric's mistakes, omissions, and inadequacies in theweek's tasks and behavior. We review them and he is given a punishmentfor each one, in the form of spankings.It is usually 10 to25 strokes with my hand, even if I have to make something up to get to 10. Itis when I am in my most dominant mood and doing my most dominating activities," Isaid. Eileen was amused, but Heather looked downright envious.

"I wish I could be there for that," Heather stated. But I justlaughed. "It is a favorite time of mine to be sure."

Later that night, my slaveboy received the consequences of his misbehaviors---15smacks over my knee. Usually I quickly bring him to an erection at thatmoment (if he doesn't already have one) and rape him. It helps to furthereroticize his discipline. Following his expectations I turnhim over and quickly sheathed his penis inside me, but before grinding himto ecstasy, I stopped to talk. "Eric," I said with theweight of my body on his groin and my hands clamped to his wrists holding himdown, "I am having two friends to dinner tomorrow. We shallprepare it together tomorrow and you shall be serving." "By 'serving'you mean..." he asked hesitantly. "Yes, Eric, you shall be inyour pink uniform and I will even provide you with an appropriate pair of shoesfor the occasion." The boy went deep red and seemed to squirm everso slightly, but simply answered "yes, Mistress." After all,what else could he say with 165 lbs of amazonian female controlling allhis movements. He did seem to wilt momentarily inside of me, but I quicklyfixed that as soon as I started moving again.

Saturday was spent preparing for the evening's dinner. Eric was quietat first, pensive, but as the day wore on he seemed to get his mind wrappedaround the idea of what was expected of him that night. He wore an olderuniform as we worked together, but would shower later and change into a new,exceptionally fine version of his pink slaveboy outfit I had purchased earlierin the week. For the preparation, I wore only my skin-tight black tee-shirt,without a bra, the black lacy panties, and fishnets stockings. I triedas much as possible to eroticize all my interactions with Eric, even when wewere doing mundane things.

It was a little before eight and Eric had cleaned up and changed into hisnew finery. I was wearing a beautiful new cocktail dress, underneath Ihad on my usual lace underwear but with my own black garters and stockings,and three-inch heeled shoes. What a sight it must have been! An amazonreaching 6'5" into the air beside a 5'6" man-boy in his pink slaveboymaid's uniform, replete tonight with pink flats. Eric was clearly nervousas I addressed him. "You will address them as Miss Eileen and MissHeather, do you understand? Do not address them unless they address you,with the exception of when you are serving." At this, the door bellrang. I made Eric answer the door. In walked Eileen and Heather,both looking wide-eyed at Eric and giggling a bit. Eric's face turnedquite red, but stuck to my rules.

"Eileen, Heather, this is Eric. He is my...charge (I had told Ericthat I would not call him a slave on front of my friends) and he will be servingus dinner tonight."

"Oh, Helen," Heather said, "he's adorable. I love hisoutfit."

"He certainly is," Eileen added. They both handed Eric theirevening jackets for him to put away.

The evening proceeded quite smoothly for a quite a while. Eric servedcocktails before the meal and we chatted amicably about work, politics, currentevents. Occasionally either Eileen or Heather would strike up a briefside conversation with Eric about his duties and how he does them, when I wasotherwise engaged with the other of them. But Eric answered correctlyand made no effort to draw it out, as was proper.

I had watched the food carefully (Eric would eventually be sent to gourmetcooking classes, but I wanted him past his 18th birthday first.) Ericserved the meal well, but nearing the end of the main course he tipped overHeather's wine glass as he attempted to refill it. He had spilledpinot noir all over her white evening dress. Heather cried out at theshock of the wetness all over her front and I was utterly livid! "Eric,you clumsy boy! Look at what you have done to Heather's dress! Go getsomething to help clean it up." Heather was making noises that itwas no big deal, but she was clearly annoyed by the situation, as I would havebeen, as I was. "Eric," I said as he came back from the kitchenwith items to clean up, "go get Heather a robe from my room, we must takesteps immediately to prevent that stain from setting. Then, I will seeyou in the kitchen." The look in my face was stern and unforgivingI am sure, because the look in Eric's face was one of fear and embarrassmentat the mess he had caused. Eric left and came back relatively quicklywith a robe for Heather. She got up from the table and excused herselfto the bathroom. Eric then headed for kitchen, which was both adjacentand in plain view of the dining room.

For five minutes I carved him a new asshole verbally. Ordering him onhis knees, berating him the mess he made, embarrassing me in front of my friends,criticizing his other quite small errors from earlier in the day---long enoughuntil I saw Heather return to the dining room in the robe. Eric's headwas downcast, but he was apologizing profusely and begging for forgiveness. AfterI had finished my tirade, I then winked at her and Eileen and said to Eric: "Notgood enough. You must be punished for such carelessness, punished hereand now." I grabbed Eric menacingly and dragged him over to a kitchenchair. The boy whimpered in fear because, other than that first night,he had never been disciplined when I was clearly so angry. But over mylap he went, down went his panties, and I started smacking. There wasno erotic rubbing between blows this time, however. This was all business. Allof this was quite deliberately in plain view of Heather and Eileen.

Eileen watched in what could be described as fascination. Heather hada shit-eating grin on her face, like a child in a candy-store. Eric received20 hard smacks on his bottom, which was still a bit sore from the previousnight's regular discipline session. He soon whimpered and cried and beggedme to stop, which I did when I said 20. "Now, you will march intothe dining room and apologize to Miss Heather and beg her forgiveness." Iwas tempted to make Eric offer Heather the opportunity to spank him, too, butquickly decided that he had just been punished for his crime, and only I shouldever physically discipline him. It would reinforce the bond between usif, after tonight, he realized that only I would ever deliver correction.

Eric walked over to Heather who had been leaning against the dining room tablewith her arms crossed, enjoying the show. Eric sank to his knees, withhis head staring at the floor, and between a few sniffles, said "PleaseMiss Heather, I am so sorry I ruined your dress. I didn't mean it;it was an accident. I was clumsy and stupid. Please, please forgiveme." Heather shot me a mischievous look, at which nodded an approvalat what I thought she had in mind. "Very well, Eric, I forgive you. Buthow will you compensate me? You have no money and it doesn't look liketo me that your clothes would fit me." Heather was by no means fat,but she was a size or two larger than Eric's diminutive frame. Eric, ifit were possible, turned even redder at this statement. "How aboutthis. Watching Miss Helen spank you has got me a bit hot and botheredand she tells me you have had six months to become an expert cunt-lapper (Helenhad always been more crude than me). Why don't you show me how sorry youare," and she parted her robe to reveal her trimmed but very blond bush.

"Wait," I said, let's retire to the sitting room for this and, todo this properly, Eric needs something first. I left and soon returnedwith Eric's collar and leash. "Put this on, Eric, and give the leashto Miss Heather." He did so and Heather pulled him by the leash onall fours to the sitting room. She settled onto the large arm chair andpulled the boy in, who indeed made my friend very happy.

"I'd like to join in on this fun," Eileen, who had been silent sincethe spanking, suddenly declared. "Why not," I answered. "We'vehad our dinner; Eric will be our dessert." And so for the next threehours, until one in the morning Eric brought the three of us many orgasms withhis tongue. And we played a good many other humiliation games with him. BothHeather and Eileen left (Heather in a borrowed outfit), saying it had beenthe best dinner party ever and they hoped we would do it again sometime soon. Itold them both we would do it regularly. Eric and I adjourned to the bedroom. Wewould clean up in the morning. He did in fact deserve a reward forthe last three hours and intended to give him one.

Epilogue

I love Eric, not quite as a lover, or a child, or a pet but something of allthree. I love him as my slave. He worships me, of course. Histotally submissive to me and his life now is one of total sexual servitudeand adoration of me. When Eric turns 18 we will be married. It willbe a quiet civil ceremony at a courthouse across the state, (where they didn'tknow I had been his guardian), ensuring his rights to my estate in the unlikelyevent something would ever happen to me. Still, having cut off every optionin life for him but me, I will need to appoint a guardian of sorts for him,even if he is an adult. For all intents and purposes, he is my property,but if something were to happen, he would be lost without a new owner. Ihave trained him in sexual and domestic slavery. He doesn't know anythingelse and I doubt he wants to do anything else anymore. Not that that matters,because that is not a choice he has anymore, or has had since the dayhe moved in with me. Perhaps Eileen or Heather would be willing?

The more important ceremony would be at home where he will formally committo a life of slavery to me. It will be just between the two of us. Ericwill wear only his leash and collar, his corset and panties. He will reada statement I will have written for him about how he love, cherish,honor, and obey me; be willing to be disciplined by me; bewilling to serve in any way that I command for the rest of his life. Iwill promise to love and cherish him, protect and take care of him; to enslave himand place him in bondage to me; to use him as I see fit for the rest ofhis life.Oh, what a glorious life I will have! Afterall, isn't this what this is all about? Me!