It Started As A Golfing Debt Ch. 05
Keywords: 05, Ch., A, Started, Golfing, As, It, Debt,
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"This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. This story involves a man & his new neighbors who win a bet while golfing and soon his life is turned upside down. It contains scenes of sexual relief for the neighbors and frustration for the storyteller "Chris". There is some domination involved as well as a bit of wrestling. In chapter 5 & 6 his sexy 19-year-old daughter joins the fun. Comments are always appreciated, but please limit those to ideas & not to just give grief. Sorry for the delay in the story -- there have been many people who enjoyed it and wanted an ending.
And now --- on with the story. I hope you will enjoy."
*Chapter 9 Unexpected visitor gets a wild welcome.*
Over the next several days I became increasingly more submissive to Karen and she began to seize more control of my life, home, and body. She convinced me that since I had $875,000.00 in securities and 401K accounts that I didn"t need that much money to survive. I was "talked" into giving her an immediate quarter million dollars. She had me bound and stretched out – while she hit me - alternating between a fraternity paddle and riding crop. I surrendered the money to her. My home – well, Dee had convinced Karen to get me to sign over the deed. I haven"t been broken down enough for that to happen yet. Of course, there is always my body. She has had some enjoyment in butt fucking me with a strap on. She got off making me sit down on an enormous greased butt plug. And she has kept me in female clothes for the week.
Karen isn"t acting cruel – she is just doing whatever it takes to get her way. She reminds me how much I ENJOY being submissive --- and how much I LOVE to be her sex slave, and our neighbors Slut. I must admit to myself that her pussy is by far a lot tastier than Dee"s. I haven"t made a fuss over her order to serve in this capacity, but
Karen and Dee had gotten me a few push up bras, half dozen panties of different colors, including one that was crotchless which alloyed my balls and dick the freedom to dangle in a crude way. They had painted my fingernails, and toenails. They pierced my ears, and my nipples. In an extremely short period of time I was reduced to a joke. I didn"t really look good as a woman – not even when they put a wig on me. I couldn"t walk in high heels, and my mannerisms were forced at best and pure male at worst. But I overheard Dee tell Karen several times – I should be punished to keep me off guard. I should be dressed in feminine attire or naked to become more malleable and controlled by my now wiser 19-year-old daughter.
My erection was nearly non-stop as she used her new power to control my ejaculation. I was bound in the new "cage bed" and frequently teased till I couldn"t stand anymore.
But the strangest thing happened the other day. I was inside the house, wearing all sorts of female clothes. I was vacuuming, and cleaning. I had on a white push up bra, and red satin panties. My whole body had been shaved the night before – and Karen had applied some cream that was supposed to help – but it seemed to make me itch even more. I was upstairs when I heard something downstairs emanating from the kitchen or family room. To be more precise, it was SOMEONE in our house. Not Tom, or Dee and certainly not Karen.
"Karen?" The caller yelled into the house. "The door was standing open --- anyone home?"
Oh my – I forgot that I had been out on the patio, and then come in through the garage. I must have left the door open. I was ridiculously dressed and couldn"t dare show my face.
I went to the stairs and heard a slightly familiar voice – Sara; one of Karen"s friends was in our house.
"Karen? Chris? Where are you guys?" She called out. "Is anyone upstairs?"
She was just at the edge of the steps – I don"t think she saw me scurry off to my unusual bedroom.
I heard her walking up the stairs.
I couldn"t think of what to do – so I hid in the closet – and slightly closed the two doors to keep me from being spotted, yet still allowed me to see most of the room.
Sara had apparently wandered into my old bedroom – the Master Suite that now belonged to the new boss of the family – Karen. I heard her exclaim "WOW!"
She must have liked the changes that Karen had made this last week. Lots of furry blankets and pillows across the bed. Safari Designs of Africa – the Sears store look that was quite popular.
A few moments later she entered my bedroom. "What the HELL Happened here?" She mumbled out loud. "PINK WALLS? What in the hell is this?" Sara walked over to the caged bed. "What is Karen up to?"
Sara looked around the room – not paying much attention to the closet or me hiding. She examined the bolts that screwed into the wood. She saw the cuffs that were tied to those bolts. She found the huge dildo that was in my ass the other night. (Thank god I cleaned it) She found one of the better (and bigger) vibrators that Karen has used to make me squirt. This was an erotic dream come true for a submissive person or a dominant ruler. Anyone in between these two extremes would not have been the least bit comfortable in this room.
Sara looked comfortable. In fact she looked around to see that no one was watching, and flicked on the vibrator – and brought it to her left breast followed by her right breast. I could see her nipples poking through her light bra and T-shirt.
Perhaps I should describe what was in front of me. Sara is Karen"s age at 19, but she doesn"t look as athletic as Karen. She has a fuller body - very large tits, and a bubble butt – that I always found attractive. As a real fair skinned strawberry blonde, she never took to getting too tan, and this summer wasn"t any different. I remember she use to tease – "that if she tans, her freckles just run together". Her hair had gotten longer since the last time I saw her. Now it was to the middle of her back. And for the first time, I saw a tattoo on the base of her back and another around her ankle. As I watched her become fascinated by the toys lying around the room I realized she had moved the vibrator to her crotch. She was buzzing the damn thing through her shorts.
Damn, I had an excellent view. I could see her whole backside and butt as she sort of swayed to some imaginary music while she rubbed the buzzing vibrator against her crotch. The full sized mirrors we had recently put into Karen"s bedroom gave me ample view of her front side too. Sara then saw another toy inside the cage on the bed. She went into the cage and checked it out. She still held the vibrator in her hand but she looked at a double plug that I know Karen had used the other night. Now lying back on the bed Sara must have wondered about the various sets of restraints all around the cage area. Some were attached to the side others to the headboard area while still a few dangled down from the roof of the cage. I watched quietly as she slid her hand into the one of the manacles hanging from the roof. She closed the Velcro band around her wrist and then yanked downward to see how much strength it withstood – testing if it would hold her.
Then as if this was a dream Sara unbuckled her shorts and spread them out of the way while she used her free arm to hold the vibrator against her sex. The girl must have been imagining what it must be like to be bound and brought to orgasm. From my vantage-point I couldn"t see her as well as before, so I let the closet door slide open just a fraction of an inch more. The first thing I noticed was the pointy eraser tips of her nipples. Sara was very excited. I realized she was slowly closing her eyes – and thrusting her crotch outward to meet the buzzing toy.
Just then – before she could cum, I heard a CLICK. Sara heard it too, for she opened her eyes wide in fear and bolted upright in the bed. She dropped the vibrator and was trying to get her shorts closed but was restricted to only one hand – and there was NO WAY those tight shorts were going to get buttoned and zipped up with only one hand. Out of my line of sight was something that made Sara afraid. I could sense the fear in her. She stammered out "I looked for you – um, the outside door was open. I called and no one answered. Then I saw what you had done to your room – and sort of --- well, got carried away."
My god – Karen must be in the room. But she didn"t say anything back to her friend.
Sara getting more embarrassed shouted out "Say something. What is all this? Are you turning into a pervert? What"s the idea of this stuff – if it"s not to be fucked with?"
Karen entered my line of sight --- "Looks like we were playing with the toys huh?" She teased her friend. "Go ahead and finish what you started"
I watched Karen come into my line of sight. Her hair was up in a bun, her tight halter shirt – didn"t halt very much, and her red shorts didn"t cover more than two inches beyond her crotch. Karen was tapping her sandal covered feet – waiting for her friend to finish playing with herself.
"Get me out of here!" Sara complained to Karen. "While you are getting me out – why don"t you begin telling me what you are doing with all this stuff."
Then Karen told Sara "I"ll let you out. And I will tell you all about what is going on this summer. But first, you have to do two things for me." She paused for an acknowledgement.
"What?" Sara curiously asked.
"Strip naked, giving me your clothes, and then make yourself cum with the big tan vibrator over there" Karen smirked pointing at the monster 14 inch industrial sized vibrator lying on the bed.
"You"re joking – right?" Sara nervously asked.
"NO. Its not like I haven"t seen you naked – and its" not like you haven"t seen me naked.
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Keywords: 05, Ch., A, Started, Golfing, As, It, Debt,