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This is a story.

If you believe it to be a work of fiction or nonfiction
is up to you!

WARNING this story contains many BAD WORDS so if you are a kiddie of someone
who is G-Rated I urge you to BEAT IT ( let me rephrase that SCRAM ) !


            My Cousin My Dominatrix

As I lay in my cage strapped down to a hard leather covered bench with a pair
of Mistresses used panties taped on over my head ( crotcth firmly under my
nose) with a very nasty pain sheath laced tightly on my hard cock (which had
not known relief for some many days now) trying to catch a few hours of much
needed rest I cannot help but reflect upon the many strange twists of fate
that has led me to become a total slave to my Mistress who so happens to be
my younger cousin by some 12 years.


For me the strands of fate which led to my current
situation as a slave started a little over 4 years ago
at one of those boring family get togethers that marks
the holidays for me when I happened by chance to run
into my cousin Sherry ( who at 5'1" and 105lbs and was
at the time in my eyes the spitting image of Pat
Benatar) who happened to be there that year and who had
at the time of that party just gone thru a messy
divorce.

Her pretty boy husband it seems (who was at the time 30 years old and 6 years
her senior) had started doing drugs bigtime and as a result not only did he
drain their joint savings account dry he had also stolen a large sum of money
( six figures ) from the investment firm he worked at to support his habit
which then had shortly led to his arrest and conviction and then to the
divorce which she told me that night had left her with nothing more than a
House which still had 14 years of a twenty year morgage on and little to pay
it with with except her small salary as a law clerk .

As the day went into night and as the party got ready to break up I saw that
Sherry (who to say the least was a little depressed) had a little to much to
drink so as I was not with a date that day( which seemed to happen to me more
and more often as the women I was interested in were not interested in me and
the women who wanted me happen to be women I hated ) and as I was looking for
an excuse to leave the party at that point and as she was obviously in no
shape to drive herself I offered to drive her home which as it happened was
not to far from my apartment building.

As we sat in my car on the long drive to her house first my eyes and then my
dick couldnt help but notice how her short skirt started to ride up her
pretty legs as we talked about first little things such as family and friends
and other small talk which it seemed to have helped her because by the time
we pulled into her driveway she finally opened up to me and the flood gates
that had held back all the sorrow and she told me all about her marriage .

An hour later as I held her in my arms in her living room some minutes after
she finished crying her eyes dry she then told me in her little girl voice
that I have come to know so well since that night that she was also very
scared that if she didnt find a way to make some more money quick the bank
was going to take the house in a couple of months and she was wondering if I
knew of anyone who was interested in buying it?

The next morning as I ate my bacon and eggs I reflected
that I was lucky to have avoided getting myself married
in over 25 years of dating women if that was typical of
what it was like nowadays.

Also as I sat there eating I couldnt help but think of Sherry's legs and how
her young firm tits felt on my chest as I held her in my arms so tightly that
night nor of the distrubing fact that all thru the minutes that I had held
her in my arms I had become so aroused by her feel and smell that my erection
( I pack a good 9 inchs when hard) was so obvious that I had no doubt she not
only knew she was causing it but it seemed to me that morning in reflection
that she even seemed to be enjoying making me hard.

Which then led me to think further about her querry about the sale of her
house and then of the idea which seemed to come from nowhere that maybe I
could afford buying it (as at the time I had a good chunk of money in the
bank) and as the house was morgaged at far below the current market value so
I figured why not.

So the next day over a cup of coffee I layed it all out for her and as she
seemed happy with my idea it was then agreed that I would take over the loan
and that as she had nowhere else to go at the time as I stongly suspected she
would stay on as my guest until she found either something better or someone
better.

After getting the papers at the bank fixed up and after paying off the
interest Sherry had in the house that was due to her and after I figured what
my job at the firm payed me for crossing I's and dotting T's it seemed
everything was going to work out fine.

Over the next few months as we lived together we mostly kept to ourselves
with her doing most of the housework and with me doing most of the yard work
on the house and the 2 acres of wooded lot that went with the house and with
us dividing the meals which best suited our talents.

What changed everything for us was when she decided one day when I was away
(doing an out of towner)to clean out a few boxes of old stuff I had fogotten
to unpack which held all of my old jackoff material which mostly consisted of
FemDom magazines and old VCR tapes and a pile of books which mostly had
Femdom themes.

When I came home that next Saturday afternoon I was shocked to say the least
to see Sherry still in her nightgown seated in the diningroom with my whole
collection spreard out before her and more shocking still to me was for me to
see her skimming thru first one book then another and another before she
stopped and looked up at me.

At which point she asked me firstoff if this was something I just fantasied
about or if I had really done anything she had read and saw and watched in my
collection she had before her.

After telling her of the visits over the years to the few dominatrix's I had
gone to and of the two failed attempts to tell former girlfriends of my
submissive desires (I thought would like to be mistresses )her eyes seemed to
take on a glow I had not seen in them before and as I finished my tale she
sat there for a few minutes before she seemed to make up her mind about
something.

It was a second or two before I realized after she started speaking that not
only didnt she think of me as somekind of pervert but that she told me she
had herself had many fantasies over the years about being treated as a Queen
and of using a man as her personal sex slave.

She also asked me if I would be interested in becoming
her first slave and as I thought about it a few seconds
I said that I would be happy to.


END of Chapter 1

Stay tuned for further Chapters

Anonymously
     ANON





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