Dominant Son-in-Law

I have been studying for a bachelor's degree in Art History. My studies were are done remotely because I had lived on a farm with my parents. on a farm.

When we had moved to the city, I had kept on remoting into classes. I am not the only one, and we form a sort of exclusive club, who never arrive physically at in class. We are a mixed group, five men and three women studying the same subject. I have heard that there are other such groups in other faculties. X [1] I suppose we ought to form a larger alliance with other groups, but there's no real incentive to do that. Our conversations are usually linked to class work, with little idle chatter about the things that might interest us.

* * *

It was had thus been quite a surprise, when Mary contacted me via cell phone late one evening. Mary is a very intelligent, hard working hard-working woman, who would happily argue against everyone in our group, if she felt feels she was is right.

We had had a serious argument earlier that day, which had ended up with just us two arguing back and forth. Eventually, the rest had demanded we take the argument off line offline.

Someone had actually said, "Get a room, you two!"

We had terminated the conversation then, and the day ended shortly thereafter with everyone signing off. Mary's last comment had been, "I still say I am right."

So it's with some surprise, when my phone pings and Mary's name pops up on the screen.

"Hey! Nice surprise!" I say, then wonder at my pleasure.

"Hi. Just to remind you that I was right."

"No you weren't, but I am glad you called. I enjoy our discussions."

Silence.

Then, she replies,

"Me too."

I lose my ability to string sentences together.

"You don't mind?"

"Uh. Ah. No. No." A really smooth response.

She laughs, softly.

"The smoothness of that response is completely overwhelming."

She waits a few seconds, then adds,

"I am glad. I thought I was making a mistake, but the fact that I can make you stutter means I wasn't wrong."

I nod, bewildered by the way this is going. I shift, uneasy, hoping she can't see the bulge her voice has triggered in my pants.

"You are quite cute but it's your intelligence that turns me on big time. I tried to keep you talking as long as possible, but Andre put a stop to that. I nearly told him I was booking a room for us then and there. Fuck. I am so horny. Is your cock hard? Please tell me it is!"

I nod, mutely.

"Let me see your cock now."

I scramble at my pants, haul my throbbing cock out,and tilt the camera so she can see the throbbing monster she has brought to life.

"Oh my God! I want it! Stroke it for me! Slowly. Don't come too soon."

I can see her hand rubbing up and down, obviously stroking her pussy. Also, I can hear the wet sounds of her masturbation and her soft moans.

"Show me!" I manage to get out.

She tilts the camera, skirt pushed high up her thighs, red panties pushed to one side, and her fingers thrusting in and out of her soaking-wet pussy. I can see a puddle of her juices on her seat.

Suddenly, the door behind her swings open and a voice shouts,

"Mary! Are you OK?"

"Ma!" Mary shouts, then the call gets cut.

I am left with a monster hard-on that rapidly flops, and also with a concern that Mary's mother had gotten involved. Mary is twenty-one-- so her mother shouldn't be barging in like that-- but still, I am concerned that we had broken some sort of family agreement that I am not aware of.

I log onto a game site to distract myself and I am well into it when my phone pinged pings again. Mary.

"My mother bursting in like that! She said she thought I was sick or injured. So she comes bursting in! And I was nearly there. So close. Did you come?"

"No. I was too concerned about you. I kinda lost it."

"Sweet!"

I mumble incoherently, realizing I had, for once, said exactly the right thing.

"Ma says sorry. And then she had the bloody cheek to say your cock looked 'Yummy!' and said I was a lucky little bitch."

We agree that a rematch tonight is not possible. We chat for a while, and then say goodnight.

I give up on the game, and head for bed, thinking that possibly remembering my conversation with Mary would help me to relieve my tensions. I had just taken myself in hand and am getting into the swing of it, when my phone pings.

I am going to ignore it, but the chance of it being Mary drives me off my bed and to my desk. I click on the screen only to find an unknown number. I pause for a moment and then decide that whoever is calling at nearly midnight deserves all they see.

I click the 'answer' button, and come face to face with what is referred to as a 'cougar'-- a rather beautiful, scantily dressed older woman. And that stops me dead in my tracks. I open and close my mouth a couple of times, and frantically try to hide my nudity.

"Hi! I am Jennifer, Mary's mother. I just called to apologize for interrupting you earlier this evening. Oh dear! I see I am interrupting again. My, but that is a pretty thing you have there. No! Do not hide it away!"

Now, I am faced with an ethical dilemma. Mary is a really interesting woman, and I really want to get up close and personal with her, but her mother is tempting me to stray. Mind you, I haven't made any commitment to Mary, so there is that. What is a randy man to do? Well come on! What would you do?

"I will only show you mine, if you show me yours." I grin and hope that the old clichéd words will keep me out of trouble, and into seeing Jennifer's cunt.

"Bad boy. And what would Mary say?" Jennifer smiles enticingly, and slides a breast out of the halter-top blouse she is almost not wearing. She starts to gently caress the nipple, which hardens immediately.

"I won't tell, if you don't." I am piling on the clichés here, but salivating at the sight of, an erect, pink nipple. I slide my chair back a bit, so that about half of my cock is exposed. "I am quite, desperate to spurt some cream and you might just be the right person to help me do that."

Jennifer smiles, like a tiger about to eat a small lamb.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes. Of course, but I need to see your pussy. Badly."

She smiles gently, raises the almost see-through skirt up to her hips, and starts brushing her fingers over her cunt.

"Let me get it all ready for you to fuck," she says, running a finger up into her mouth and then down to her pussy; the spit makes her pussy open up wet and wide, and so very pink. I just want to do like Pa does to Ma-- slide my tongue on her pussy.

"Stroke that fat cock of yours. And move back a bit, I want to see your balls."

She has obviously done this before. Every word she utters forces me closer to coming, and I am desperately clinging onto my control. I have lost the ability to speak, but Jennifer is quite happy to continue the conversation.

"Don't hold back. Pump some cream for me to see. I want to see you come!" Her hand is rubbing frantically at her pussy, and I can hear the wet noises of her pussy being rubbed.

I start to lose control, my balls start to clench and un-clench getting ready to spurt.

"Come with me!" I manage to get out.

"NO. No. You come first. If I see your cream, I will definitely come. Come into my fat, wet, aching pussy."

Her words have the desired effect, I lose all control and I spurt cum all over my chest. "Fuck!"

Jennifer smiles, takes her fingers away from her pussy and licks them slowly, lasciviously. "Next time. I couldn't leave you struggling, now could I? Next time this will be in person." And ping, she is gone.

I stare at the blank screen, confused and bewildered. "What the fuck!" is about all I can say.

* * *

I wake up late, and stumble to my desk with not too much time before classes start. I check my phone and find a text message from Mary.

Mary:> The bitch phoned you didn't she? And you came for her. Bastard. Don't talk to me today.

The day is long and stressful, Mary ignores me entirely, and I realise how much Mary makes the classes bearable. Numbly, I stagger through the day.

The class notices, too.

"Maybe getting a room wasn't a good idea?"

We both ignore the jibe and I am relieved when the day's class is over.

I sit and stare at the screen. I reach for the mouse to start a conversation with Mary, and then chicken out. I cannot bear to be ignored, disconnected, or to face her wrath. I am devastated. What to do?

I don't have an answer and the evening drags on. Slowly, late, just before I collapse and go to sleep, my phone pings.

Mary. I am reluctant to read the text message. I stare at the unopened message for a while, then finally I cannot stand it any more. I open the message.

Mary: >What? Nothing to say? No explanation. No apologies? You aren't talking to her because I have been watching her like a hawk. Cummon. Say something. Anything."

I stare at the message. What do I do? What do I say? I start a message, erase it. Start again, and erase that message.

Mary: >Fuck. Can you not spell sorry?

In a fury, I respond.

Me: >Yes, I can spell sorry, but it is totally inadequate. Meaningless. I am terrified of losing you.

Mary: >Good. Keep it that way. We will talk tomorrow

Me: >Thank you

* * *

The next morning, I am online before anyone else, and I wait impatiently for Mary to join. She is the last to join by a long, long time and I am sweating furiously by the time she does log in. The two of us, normally noisy and combative, are silent.

I don't know about Mary, but I am unable to make any sort of start to the public conversation. Eventually, it is big mouth Andre, who sets us off.

"For fuck sake you two. I can't stand the tension. Make up! Publicly or privately but we need your input. This channel is boring without you two going at each other."

I hear a background murmur, and a couple of thumbs-up icons drift up the screen. I wait for Mary to say something, and when there is still silence, I open my mouth to say I was not a paid performer--

When Mary says,

"Andre, you prick! He has his cock in my mouth and I have just had to spit it out to answer you."

There is dead silence for a few seconds, then I decide to be the gentleman.

"I do wish that were true, but alas, we are still on opposite sides of town, but give me thirty minutes and I will ensure it is true."

Mary makes a sort of gurgling sound, and Andre just bursts out laughing. We get on with the meeting and discussions, slowly getting back into the swing of it.

As the meeting breaks up, Mary says on open mike, "Dave, call me now."

My response? "Only with immediate action. Bye to the rest of you all."

I ping Mary, and she answers immediately.

"This has been the worst twenty-four hours of my life! If you ever do that with Jennifer again, I will never speak to you. Ever!"

We talk softly, gently, and slowly get back to where we were before Jennifer intervened. The last few minutes of the call are soft, romantic and gentle.

And, of course, I have an erection. I just want to get my hands on Mary. I think that she knows that, but stays coy, not flirting at all. Is she manipulating me? Possibly. Is she uncertain? Definitely. I balance on a knife edge of desire, lust and love.

Then she says, "Bye," and is gone.

I am left in the dark, uncertain what I should do next.

* * *

The next morning, I have my answer. I send a bunch of flowers to Mary's address with a short love poem attached. Then I wait. Nothing.

I join the group and Mary is there, she greets me as usual, no comment about the flowers I sent, or, for that matter, the poem.

The day drags on leaden wheels. I cannot wait for the day to end so that I can talk to Mary privately. Finally, I get my chance. I ping Mary.

"You were quiet today. No jokes, no disagreements, you were thoroughly boring."

"And you? The flowers I sent you? The poem? All just ignored?"

There is dead silence on the other side.

"Well? Someone else got his dick in your mouth?"

"Fuck you!"

"Yes please! You have no idea how much I want that?"

"And you think I don't want that, too? That I don't say your name over and over as I cum?"

"Well then, why no reaction to my flowers? My poem? I don't understand!"

"She said the flowers were from her lover. A make-up gift."

"Jennifer?"

"Yes! Your phone sex lover! Why'd you do that?"

"What? Send you flowers that your slut mother steals and then you blame me?"

"She is not a slut!"

I lose my temper, my patience and worst of all-- my hope. Hope for something special with Mary. Hope that we can make it together. I lose it all, and in a fury, I disconnect the call.

Mary tries to call. I ignore her. I sit and fume. Suddenly, from the deep dark recesses of my mind, there comes an idea, and before I can think it through, I ping Jennifer.

Now this, for someone as careful and thoughtful as me is a step into something I cannot define. I want Mary, and Jennifer is getting in my way.

"Hello sweetie! You want to play with me again?"

"No, I don't! I want Mary and you are getting in my way!"

"Oh! So masterful! You going to bend me over a table and spank me because I've been a bad girl? I would really enjoy that. Your hot, hard hand slapping my pretty little derrière? Oh, I feel quite faint at the thought."

God forgive me, but the idea of slapping her arse was a huge turn-on. I could almost see her bum cheeks turning cherry red, and I immediately start to get an erection.

"You get turned on by punishment?"

"Oh, yes. I haven't had a good strong dominant take control of me for far too long."

I think hard for a while, and decide to take a massive chance, rely on stories that I have heard and as Shakespeare once said, "I am in blood stepped in so far..." I decide to gamble everything on what might be fairy tales.

"Now listen, you slut! You will go to your room, take off your bra and panties, wear a loose top and skirt and wait for me to come and mete out your punishment. Do you hear me, slut?"

I hold my breath, close my eyes and wait for the explosion. Nothing c

happens, then a soft meek voice said,

"Yes."

In for a penny, etc.

"Yes who?"

"Yes master!"

"Good! Wait at the door for me when you are suitably dressed."

"Yes master."

I send Mary a message.

Me: >See you in 30 minutes.

I don't wait for a reply.

Thirty minutes later, I knock at the door. Jennifer opens it, and meekly steps back. I can see Mary behind her, looking confused.

"Go to the kitchen, slut."

Much to my amazement, Jennifer obediently turns and walks down the corridor past Mary and into the kitchen.

"Dave! What are you doing?" Mary is blocking my way into the kitchen.

"Making sure that we can have a chance of a decent relationship that will not be interfered with by your mother. Now please, move out of the way."

I don't wait, but step around her into the kitchen. Jennifer is standing, motionless, facing me. She is obviously aroused because her nipples are making interesting bumps under her blouse so I grab one in each hand and squeeze hard. Jennifer winces.

"Now that I have your attention, I am going to lay down the ground rules for our relationship. You indicated you wanted me as a dom, and so I am going to be your dom. I will punish you whenever and however I see fit.

"I will punish you without communicating cause or reason to you, and you will not question my judgement. You can opt out of this arrangement instantly, and at any time, by saying "'cliche'" twice. Do you agree to this arrangement?"

I wait with bated breath, knowing that it could all fall apart if she says, "No."

But then, she answers, "Yes, master!"

And I breathe a deep breath of relief.

"Lift your skirt, and bend over the table."

She bends over the table and exposes a rather beautiful, pale backside. I stroke her quivering backside, and then slap down hard --slap!--

"Oh!"

"Another sound from your mouth, and I will gag you."

I slap down hard again. Her body jerks, but she remains silent.

I continue to slap until her backside is glowing red. I pull her up, straighten her skirt, and hug her gently.

"Now. Say sorry to Mary for lying to her and stealing her flowers. Such a wicked thing to do."

She sniffles softly, and looks at Mary.

"Sorry Mary. I was wicked."

"Well done. You've been a brave girl. Now go to your room."

She turns and walks to her room, not looking back.

Mary glares defiantly at me.

"So? Now, are you going to try to spank me?"

"No. Absolutely not. You are too precious to me."

"Aw! So sweet. You do have a way with words."

"Let's continue this conversation in your bedroom."

Without a word, she takes me by the hand, leads me to her room, to her bed, and to her body.