The Tenant

 

olivercromwell2004@yahoo.com

 

Bella doesn't just rent a room to young collegiate men,  She enslaves them as well.

 

 

Bella closed the door, shaking her head.  He wouldn't do and he was the third one she had rejected in the past week.  Her search for a new tenant had not gone well so far.  The problem of course was that she sooner or later slept with all her tenants and she had particular tastes.  She wanted a good looking young man of course, but more importantly she wanted one who was relatively inexperienced, preferably virginal, and with a compliant, obedient personality rather than a cocky, "I am god's gift to women" type.  She had had three of the former looking for her room to rent, with the last one intimating in the interview that he would be interested in providing some "side benefits" in exchange for a lower rent, of course.  Bella had no need for the money.  She did have need for the companionship and especially the sex, but only on her terms.

 

Bella liked sleeping with her tenants.  It was why she had bought the large house near the college in the first place.  There was always a steady supply of young men about.

 

At 43, Bella knew she still had it.  She was attractive, not gorgeous, but she had a body any red-blooded American male would want:  she was 5'11", 155lbs, but with wonderful curves, a tight butt, and while her breasts sagged ever so slightly, they were very large. 

 

Just then the phone rang.  "Hello?"

 

"Uh, hi," came the uncertain reply of a young male voice.  "My name is Christopher Stern and I was calling about possibly renting the room you have available."

 

Bella liked the sound of his voice.  It was young, soft, calm, without a hint of bravado or macho in it.  "It is still available," she replied.  "The rent is $600 a month but includes meals.  Would you like to come by and see it?"

 

"Yes, ma'am," Chris answered.  "When would be a good time?"

 

Bella loved the "yes ma'am."  It indicated the boy was polite and respectful and had been brought up properly by his mother.  Perhaps she had even been a bit overbearing, which provided just the right imprint on young men that favored the games she liked to play with them.  "How about right now?  Or do you have a previous engagement?"

 

"Uh, no,  N-now would be fine.  I can be there in about 15 minutes.  I have to walk.  I don't have a car," Chris said.

 

"That'll be fine, see you then."  Bella put down the phone.  He certainly has promise!  Hopefully he won't be fat or ugly.  She didn't need her lovers to be hunks, but they had to be at least physically appealing.  She liked the fact that he didn't have a car. It meant that he probably wasn't going out easily in the evenings.

 

When Chris arrived, Bella was not displeased with what she saw.  The boy looked young for his age, 19, and he was only a sophomore!  Usually Bella's tenants were seniors, which meant she only had them for a year or so, but if things went well, she could have this one for up to three years.  Chris was shorter than Bella in her barefeet, only 5'7".  This was bit unusual in her experience.  He wore glasses, seemed reasonably fit, although he did not work out.  His body was not overtly muscular.  Bella thought she might even have a physical advantage over this one, because her exercise regime always included some weight training.

 

"Do come in.  You must be Christopher.  Nice to meet you," Bella declared after opening her door almost exactly 15 minutes later.  She liked that he had been punctual.

 

"It's nice to meet you, too," Chris replied.  "You can just call me Chris.  Only my grandmother calls me Christopher."

 

"Certainly," Bella said.  Well, let's not waste any time.  The room is this way and if you decide you might want to rent it, we can discuss the terms in a bit more detail."

 

Both Bella and Chris walked down the hall, passing a locked door.  "That is the basement and is off limit to my tenants---lots of storage and junk down there.  Very messy.  It would be far to embarrassing to show you."  Not all of that is strictly true, Bella thought.  All of my tenants eventually spend most of their free time down there and it can get messy, it certainly can be embarassing, but that is for later.

 

Bella came to a large room with a private bathroom.  "In this house, the mastersuite is on the main level.  It is the room I rent.  You can see it is quite roomy, with a private bath.   You may also use the living room here, if you wish, but it along with the kitchen is shared by me.  As I said meals are included, if you wish, so they would be with me in any event."

 

Chris looked around and thought it looked like a good deal.  Lots of space, a nice room, private bath.  Sharing meals with the landlady might seem a bit odd, but it wouldn't be all the time.  "I would definitely like to rent it."

 

"Well," Bella said, 'let's sit down then and talk a bit.  I have a few questions for you first---you can't be too careful, you know.  And I need to explain a few basic rules of the house.  First, why as a sophomore do you want to rent off-campus housing?  Doesn't the university guarantee housing to you?"

 

Chris was a bit surprised by the question, after all, what should it matter why he wants to rent, but he answered all the same.  "Yes, it does, but the dorms are little rowdy and I haven't developed any friendships close enough that I would want to live with them.  From your perspective, you'd be pleased to know that I don't drink or smoke or do drugs and I don't have overnight guests.  I need a quiet place to work."

 

Bella thrilled at this.  No female competition or interference, no "social issues" to be worried about, and the prospect he would be spending most of his free time at the house with no one likely to come looking for him---to come interrupting.  "That does indeed sound ideal.  You preempted half the rules I was going to explain.  But let me add a few things.  Chris, I already like you, so I will make this offer now.  When you have laundry to do, you may add it to mine and I will do it for you---so long as you remain a good tenant.  Breakfast is at 7 am and dinner at 6 pm.  Miss the times and you miss the meal.  I understand that sometimes you will, but I just want to be clear on that.  The rent is due on the first of the month, with one month's security deposit.  The room is available now, if you wish or I would be willing to hold it for you until the start of term next month, for half a month's rent?"

 

"No," Chris answered, "I'll take it now.  I plan to do some reading and research before classes start, so I'll be hanging around a lot.  Is it all right if I move in this weekend?  I want to be settled early."

 

"That'll be fine."  Chris whipped out his checkbook and wrote out the necessary amount.  After Bella had closed the door behind him, she thought, yes, he would make an excellent sex slave!  The thought of tying down and dominating his lithe young body, forcing him to satisfy every one of her dark fantasies brought a fire to her groin she went upstairs to quench.

 

 

Chris Moves In and Becomes a Slave

 

Chris moved his things in that weekend and Bella wasted little time in implementing her agenda.  During the first week Bella lavished attention on Chris, complimenting his appearance and the neatness of the room.  When they met, mostly at mealtime, Bella wore increasingly provocative outfits designed to attract the attention of a young, lusting male.  By Wednesday, Chris found himself masturbating to an image of Bella before going to sleep, an act he repeated Thursday and Friday.  In his eyes, she was quite sexy and had always had a thing for older women.

 

By the end of the Saturday, the second one as Bella's tenant, Chris was preparing to sit down to dinner at 6 pm sharp.  Bella's attire was designed to appeal to a 19-year old male.  She figured that if she didn't get a reaction, the boy was asexual or gay.  She wore skin-tight black pants, with calf-high black boots, and a leopard skin print silk shirt.  It had the desired effect.  She noticed Chris looking at her repeatedly with a hunger in his eyes, a hunger she recognized all too well.  In the course of making dinner and clearing up, Bella made sure to touch Chris periodically, seemingly innocently, but knowing it would start his young blood on its way to boil.  A couple of times Bella even managed to brush her very ample bosom against Chris's back or arm, once even on his cheek when he was bent over the sink a bit and she was ostensibly reaching for something in the cabinet above him.  Her height advantage had provided that great opportunity.

 

That night, Chris could not get his mind off the sexy image of his amazonian landlady.  He masturbated twice to her imagined naked form before going to bed. 

 

At Sunday breakfast, Bella repeated much of the same behavior, except wearing a black silk nightgown, with a plush white bathrobe, which was doing only a poor job of hiding her cleavage.  By dinner, Bella felt certain she could push Chris over the edge.  He was already nearly putty in her hands.  He had walked into her trap and now she prepared the capture.

 

Bella dressed in the same outfit again, as the previous day.  She noted that Chris continued to eye her even though he thought she was not noticing.  She complimented how he looked that night and how neat he had made his room again.  It seemed like idle chatter, but Bella knew young men loved to hear themselves praised, for any reason.   Finally, as she was about to serve the food, she asked Chris to get a box of crackers from a spot in a cabinet she was sure was a bit too high for him.  Sure enough, as he strained to reach it, she walked up behind him saying, "oh, it's all right, I'll get it," essentially trapping Chris between her ripe frame and the counter.  Chris turned as she was upon him and for a moment they stared at each other, she looking down at his face and he up at hers.  He had a "deer in the headlights" look about him.  She bent down and kissed Chris deeply on the mouth.  As the kiss lingered, she put an arm around his and press on his back and used her other hand to grab gently a fistful of his hair.  Chris responded positively by slowly putting his hands on Bella's ribs.  After a long moment in this position, Bella broke the kiss gently pulling his head back by the handful of hair she had, smiled at Chris, who grinned shyly back, and then pushed his head forward again for another, and then another kiss.  She pressed her entire body against his, pinning him in place, and feeling the raging lust in his groin.

 

Finally, she asked:  "how hungry are you?"

 

Mouth dry, he gasped, "very, but not for food."  And with that, Bella undid the buttons on her shirt, letting her braless chest come into full view.

 

His eyes widening, Chris managed to say, "Bella, I, uh, I never..."

 

"Shush.  All the better.  We'll do things my way and you won't have any bad habits I will have to undo."  Bella of course was overjoyed but did not show it.

 

Chris relaxed some and Bella gently, but quite firmly guided his head to her breasts.

 

"First, rub your lips against them....now lick with the tip of your tongue...first one, then the other," Bella instructed but she was moving Chris's head when she wanted him to move.  "Now begin to suck on them in full."  And right there in the kitchen Chris took the first step down the path that would enslave him to Bella's desires.

 

After quite some time at this activity, Bella released everything but Chris's hand and drew him up to her bedroom.  The mastersuite may have been on the first floor, but Bella had redone her own room combining two into one.  It was bigger than Chris's room and had a king-sized four poster bed on it.

 

"Take off your clothes, Christopher, I want you naked before me."  If lust alone wasn't sufficient to make Chris willing to do whatever Bella wanted, the authority with which she used his full name was.  Soon David had stripped, while Bella had remained clothed, albeit with her shirt fully open.  David had of course a raging erection, sticking out in full view.  "Nice," she observed.  "Understand, however, that we do this on my terms, in my way, I always lead."  It was an understatement as Chris would learn soon enough.

 

"I understand,  I'll do anything you want," Chris blurted, though it was his lust talking more than anything else.

 

"Yes, you will, Christopher.  Now come here and take off my boots and pants for me," she said as she undid her blouse.  Underneath were nylons and garters, with her slightly trimmed pussy now fully exposed.

 

"I like to play games, Chris, sex games.  I won't hurt you," she lied, "but we'll both find them highly erotic.  Come, lay down on my lamp."  Bella sat down on the bed.

 

Chris looked confused for a second and then realized what she had said.  She planned to spank him.  He thought quickly if not that clearly.  "Uh, okay," figuring that if he could take a spanking from his mother as child, he certainly could take one now, especially in the light of the promised reward. He laid down across Bella's silk-encased legs and it felt so good, it seemed so right.  She was beautiful, experienced, in command, he felt as though he should be doing whatever she told him to do.  He wanted to please her anyway he could, not least because she was the first female ever to take a strong interest in him.  Bella placed Chris's engorged penis between her legs and clamped shut.  She grabbed one of Chris's hands, twisting it gently behind his back and at first merely cooed and rubbed his ass.  "I love your ass Christopher.  It's firm and round."  And with that she gave it a good smack, then a rub, praise for how he was doing and a further smack.  She repeated this five times, not wanting to overdue it.  When she was done, Chris bottom felt sore but not unpleasantly so.

 

"Get on the bed, Christopher, and lie down.  Stretch out your arms and legs to the posters of the bed."  Bella then tied all four of his limbs security to the posters with long, prepositioned scarves.  Chris could not get away, and could hardly even move.  Bella then sat down on his chest, his face eight inches from her exposed pussy.  "One of your primary duties, Christopher, one that you will do every single time we are together is to pleasure me with your mouth."  As Bella spoke she began to inch her bottom towards Chris's face.  Chris did not look like he was looking forward to the joining.  "Not to worry, I'll tell you what to do and you will get used it, eventually you may even crave it."  As she said those words her pussy was came to a rest against the boy's chin.  "You will first lick up and down," she said as she raised her pussy to hover a mere inch from Chris's mouth.  "Then you will push your tongue inside of me and you will not stop as I begin to grind my pussy all over your face.  Begin."  Chris did as he was told and after the first initial contact, he did not find the experience unpleasant at all, even as his saliva began to mix with Bella's juices.  For a few minutes Bella moved in rthym with Chris's tongue but as the heat in her groin grew she began to press down on Chris's face.  Chris forced his tongue inside farther and farther, sometimes struggling for breath as Bella lowered more and more of her weight on his head.  After a small shudder, Bella began to grind herself against Chris's mouth and nose, moaning and groaning louder and louder, his face now more of a dildo than anything else.  Finally Bella let out a shout as she came, her juices soaking Chris's nose, mouth, and cheeks.

 

"Not bad for a first timer, Christopher.  We'll have to practice that some more."  Bella grabbed a small towel she had brought with her when she was tying Chris down and wiped his face.  She started kissing Chris again, forcefully putting her tongue down his mouth while gently stroking his cock.  Bella knew her virgin sex toy would not last long once they mated but today, with her excitment at fresh meat, it would be long enough.  Bella slide down Chris's body and then impaled herself on his raging erection.  Chris felt as though he had entered a state of ecstasy.  It was like nothing he had ever experienced before by his own hand.  It was warm and satisfyingly deep.  Bella started a small circular motion which minimized the sensation Chris would feel, to hold him longer, but still managed to stimulate her clitoris.  Just the same within a minute or two, Bella could feel Chris's cock enlarge a tiny bit more and his back arch.  With a loud AAAAAHHHHHHH, OH GOD, Chris was a virgin no more and the trap Bella had carefully weaved over the past week closed around him once and for all.

 

After they had finished, Bella moved Chris into a position in which they were snuggling but he was resting his head on her breasts.  Chris felt excited, warm, and safe.  He had just had sex for the first time in his life and he had found it exhililatering!  "That was one of the best experiences of my life, Bella."

 

"I should think so," came Bella's quick reply.  After a short pause, she asked, "Do you want to keep doing this?"

 

"Good God yes!" Chris blurted instantly.  "I was hoping this would be more than a one time thing."

 

"Very well, Chris, but then I need to be clear about how this is going to work.  First, you still pay the rent.  Just because we are intimate with each other does not negate our business relationship."

 

Chris just nodded to this, it hadn't really occurred to him that it might.

 

"Second, understand very clearly that in all of our encounters, I will dominate.  Do you know what a dominatrix is?" Bella inquired.

 

"I've read a little about them in the odd Penthouse or Playboy," Chris answered, "but I don't know a lot about it."

 

Bella smiled inwardly at his naivete and how extra delicious this will make their relationship.  "A dominatrix, of course, is a woman who sexually dominates a man.  She controls the sexual relationship, and often other aspects as well.  She uses bondage and discipline, not unlike what we just did but more so.  I am a dominatrix, Chris.  I will always use bondage and discipline on you, the spanking for example.  Mostly because I enjoy it, but sometimes as discipline for when you displease me."

 

"I'll try not to do that!" Chris interrupted.

 

"Don't interrupt me Chris," Bella said firmly.  "Of course, you will but it will happen, it always does for one reason or another.  The intensity of our encounters will gradually rise.  Tonight I was easy on you.  I lied earlier.  If we continue, I will be hurting you, although not seriously or permanently.  But you will feel pain.  I find it extraordinarily erotic for men to suffer at my hands.  I can be a bit sadistic.  Can you accept all this?"

 

Chastened at Bella's rebuke, Chris was also scared at what he had just heard, his sexual experience limited to an :n: of one.  But he immediately realized he was even more scared by the prospect of not being able to continue on with Bella.  She was, he realized the perfect embodiment of his teenage sex fantasies of the older woman, who usually was a teacher or the mother of one of his friends.  And deep down, it felt good when she was in control.  He didn't know what he was doing anyway, but he had been turned on by her control of him, by her domination, even by her physical advantage over him.  It met some deep-seated longing he could not explain but knew was there. 

 

"Yes, I understand.  I want to be with you more, no matter what terms you set," Chris finally stated.  Bella just smiled at him.  It was all going like clockwork, better than she had ever hoped.

 

"Wonderful, for I do like you Chris.  You are wonderfully innocent and that makes you the perfect foil for my deviant mind."  Chris felt happy that somehow he made her happy.  "But as I said, it will grow more intense.  You'll have to try everything I have in mind, but I would not be immune to any pleadings from you about something you don't like.  But my favorite activities you will just have to endure no matter what.  I know, too, you will soon have school work to do.  You must do it, of course.  You must get your education, but all of your other free time will be spent with me, devoting yourself to me, worshipping the very ground I walk on.  You are the object of of my pleasure and you will be at my beck and call at all times.  And when we are in this house, you will always address me as 'Mistress.' Clear?  I know what I am doing, Chris, you will love our times together.  You're not the first young man I have turned into my sex slave."

 

Chris's mouth went dry hearing those words, but he knew there could be only one answer.  "I'm yours, Mistress."  Having tasted sex, Chris wanted it again and again and was prepared to do almost anything to get it.

 

"Yes, yes you are."  Bella then turned Chris over and climbed onto his chest.  The conversation had turned Chris rock-hard again and she did not want to waste it.  She pinned his wrists over his head, kissed him, put her large suculent breasts in his mouth, and then moved down to mount him again.

 

They woke the next morning and made love once more.  This time, though, Bella was a bit rougher with the boy.  Before they began she ordered him to stand and pulled out a black leather collar and metal leash and put it on Chris's neck.  Chris turned a bit red when she did so but did not say anything.  She tied his hands together in front of him with one of the scarves.   She had also put her boots back on, adding three more inches to her height.  At 5'7" in barefeet, Bella was now seven inches taller than Chris.  She then grabbed Chris by hair, pulled his head back so that his face looked at the ceiling and she kissed him roughly.   I like this, Bella, thought, I may have to hunt for shorter men more often the next time.  Bella then sat on the bed and yanked Chris by the leash onto it and pulled him up to her breasts, ordering him to suck on them.  He did this for 20 minutes.  Then Bella pushed Chris down to her groin, slipping the leash between and underneath her legs.  She then pulled Chris's face to her pussy and ordered him to bring her to several orgasms as she laid back on the pillows and locked her legs around Chris's back.  His still tied hands were up on her chest, which he was ordered to fondle.

 

After about another 20 minutes of that activity, Bella mounted her young slave for the third time in the last 24 hours and rather roughly rode him to an orgasm.

 

When they were done, Bella untied Chris and took off his leash.  "Come, Chris, let's shower and have breakfast."  Bella's own bathroom had an oversize shower with multiple shower heads, clearly designed for more than one person.  "You will join me in the shower because it will often be your job to wash my body."  Chris simply answered "yes mistress," but the look on his face clearly showed he was having the time of his life.  In the shower, Chris used a thick cloth and lovingly ran over every inch of Bella's body, something she very much enjoyed and she watched as Chris then cleaned himself.  Before leaving the shower, however, Bella pushed Chris to his knees and brought his mouth to her pussy once more as the warm water flowed over them both.  Only after she came did Bella turn off the water, this time leaving Chris's erection untouched.

 

And so the first full day of Chris's life as Bella's sex slave began.

 

 

The Playroom

 

For the next two weeks, Bella and Chris indulged themselves in each other.  Bella could never get enough of sexually dominating young men.  And while Chris was a virgin no more, he felt as though he wanted to make up for lost time, although the frequency and pace was of course not in his control at all.  Chris managed to get some research done, but it was in between late, long and early, long evenings in Bella's firm, controlling grip.  True to her word she had started to increase the intensity over the second week.  While he was in the house, Bella frequently required him to be naked, even if they were watching TV or eating their meals, while she always remained fully, if sexily, clothed. The spankings grew longer and harder, she started blindfolding him sometimes right before intercourse.  While tied to her bed, she started playing elaborate tease and denial games that went on for an hour or more in the middle of their love-making.  Her favorite game was keeping Chris at the brink of an orgasm with a vibrator and a glove that inflicted pain on his penis when he came too close.   Bella would shriek with delight over and over at this activity, never seeming to grow bored with it. 

 

At the end of the third week, with a weekend ahead of them and one week left before classes started and Chris would have to spend more time out of the house, Bella announced after dinner:  "I have a surprise for you."

 

"What is it, Mistress?" Chris asked.

 

"Not so fast.  Just wait."  Bella went to fetch a blindfold and handcuffs and the leash first.  After she put them on, Chris could hear the tell-tale sound of door being unlocked and opened.  "We are going down a set of carpeted stairs now, but don't worry I'll make sure your don't fall."  Down into the basement they descended, with Bella in front, leading the blinded Chris by the leash and holding onto his arm.   Once they reached the bottom, Bella took Chris a ways into the room.  She put leather cuffs on his feet and separated them by by about 18 inches, attaching them to chains anchored to the floor,  She did the same with his hands, and the same with his neck, attached it to chains coming from the floor joists over their heads.  "Here now is the surprise."  Bella took off the blindfold and Chris's eyes quickly adjusted to a room with low lighting.  What he saw genuinely frightened him.

 

As he looked around, he saw a torture chamber, a room apparently dedicated to the sexual torment of human beings.  The walls were lined with all kinds of ropes, bondage gear, hoods, whips, and many devices Chris could not begin to recognize.  Several large pieces of furniture designed to control and torture another human being, including a medieval-looking rack, an iron maiden without spikes, a padded table, some sort of padded bench-looking thing, a suspension device, a large black leather couch, a cage, and a Catherine's wheel. 

 

"Oh, God," Chris whispered wondering for the first time in three weeks what he had gotten himself into.  The look of fear was evident on Chris's face.  Bella found it cute.  Inspiring genuine fear into her young lovers was one of the moments she absolutely lived for.

 

"Relax Christopher.  I told you things would get more intense but I would not permanently hurt you.  This is my playroom.  We will spend lots of time here this week and after you start school.  This room is truly home to me.  It is where I am most comfortable and most creative.  And while it may not seem so right now, you will eventually feel the most secure here than anywhere else.  It is completely sound proof as well."

 

Chris's mouth had gone completely dry.  Fearful of what was to come, but wanting very much to please the woman he had grown to love in such a short time, all he could manage was a "yes mistress."

 

With Chris perfectly secured by his chains, Bella walked over to the closet that held her domination outfits: several pairs of high-heeled and high boots, leather pants, halters, corsets, and hats.  Changing, Bella chose her thigh-high black boots, fishnet stockings, and black front-tying corset.  It's not like she wanted any obstructions to the pleasure centers of her body.  When she walked out, Chris's penis had gone flaccid with the fear he felt but it began to stir again at the sight of Bella in her outfit.

 

"Do you like it?  It is my full dominatrix regalia."

 

"Y-yes, Mistress," Chris stuttered, as if any other answer would have been wise.  Still, she did look exquisite. 

 

"Let the fun and games begin," Bella announced.  For the rest of the evening, long into the night, they "played." 

 

Bella began with putting Chris into the Iron Maiden and re-chaining his limbs to the floor.  From there Bella tried many of her discipline implements on the poor boy, eliciting cries numerous times.  Bella would only say after the loudest cries, "I love it when you scream, Chris" or "I find welts on men attractive."  Eventually, she relented but only after ordering Chris "to beg for it.  I love it when you beg me."

 

"Please, please, Mistress, please stop whipping me," Chris would choke out. 

 

Bella was indeed ready to stop that.  Chris's penis had gone flaccid again and clearly he did not enjoy a high level of discipline.  Oh, well, she thought, he'll have to put up with that from time to time just the same.  After releasing Chris from the Iron Maiden, she forced him to his knees, putting the leash and collar back on.  "You will crawl on your hands and knees in this room unless specially told otherwise.  Come."  Bella led Chris over to the the rack.  "Get up on it and lie down, hands above your heads."  Bella strapped Chris into the rack and pulled his body taught.  Then she blew in his ear, praising him, while stroking his penis back to a full erection.  From that point Bella attached electrical devices to his penis which could dispense pain or pleasure with the flip of a switch.  She spent a lot of time playing that game, repeatedly bringing Chris to the point of orgasm and then switching the device to pain.  Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain.  And occasionally tightening the rack.  It went on for an hour.  Finally she decided to move on to activities more to Chris's liking. 

 

Bella released Chris from the rack, and cuffed his hands to his thighs. He could stand or lie down normally but do nothing with this hands.  Bella led Chris to the couch and laid down on it with Chris's face between her legs and a firm grip on the leash.  Bella made the boy perform cunninglingus for an hour or more, bringing her to repeated orgasms.  In between those delightful events, Chris was allowed to rest, but only by resting his head on her pussy, as if it were a pillow and fully breathing in her feminine scent.  Ffinally, Bella was ready for the real thing.

 

She took Chris over to the bondage table, tying him down with rope criss-crossing his body in numerous directions.  She blindfolded him, and after some breast suckling, gagged him as well.   He had never been gagged when they made love before.  In that position she teased and tormented her slave lover by licking his ears, biting his nipples, and stroking his cock.  She stopped her activities long enough to let his penis soften a bit so that he would last a little longer in her.  They would have to work on ejaculation control, she thought.  But as Bella mounted Chris's shaft, she was ready to come herself.  After all, laying underneath her was a 19-year old body, completely bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and she was fucking him silly.  The image contrasted in her mind with what the average college student was doing at that moment---or the average housewife for that matter---as she brought Chris to an explosive conclusion, with him screaming into the gag.  She then released only the gag, getting a "you're amazing, Mistress," by way of thanks.  She then covered Chris with a blanket and left him otherwise unchanged on the bondage table for the night.  She herself lied down on the couch.  She would roust her slave two more times in the middle of the night for repeat performances, each time stroking him to an erection before he woke.  The first time he woke as she was doing so.  The second time he woke having found her already grinding up and down on his rock-hard penis.  In the morning they would take a leisurely breakfast and then perhaps go out and do something to celebrate the gorgeous day(s) ahead.

 

 

Epilogue

 

As the weeks and months rolled on, Chris's enslavement to Bella grew.  Their life together was a joy to them both.  Bella's sexual appetite was essentially insatiable and at 19, Chris could easily accommodate her.  There seemed to be no end to the twisted sexual games that Bella could invent.  Many he liked, some he didn't.  But it felt so right to be so thoroughly dominated by this older yet quite sexy and demanding woman.  Even when she wasn't demanding sexual activity from Chris, he was was devoted to her.  Chris spent many hours doing his college homework, but often in Bella's presence and in the nude.  They would watch TV together occasionally.  Chris would teach Bella how to play chess.  Bella would regularly whip Chris at scrabble.  They would go out to restaurants, Bella would order for him.  When they went out to movies, Bella chose the picture.  Chris did not have many friends before he moved into Bella's house, and afterwards, none at all.  He went to class and then he went home.  Separated from extracurricular activities and the dining halls, Chris was basically a nonentity on campus and he wouldn't have changed it for the world.  When Chris's family came for the occasional visit, Bella was nothing but the gracious and matronly looking landlady---gone were her provocative outfits, securely locked was the basement door.  Neither lover gave any hint to the daily sexual adventure they lived.  For her part, Bella was growing increasingly fond of Chris---his innocence, his naivete, his inexperienced aroused, ironically, very protective feelings over her young slave, even when she put him through some agonizing torments.  She wondered how she would feel when Chris had to move on in nearly three years.  She didn't usually get so attached to her young men, but this one was different.  Chris, meanwhile, was thinking ahead:  graduate school.  A doctoral program would add six more years...