paragon
09-20-2003, 5:46 AM
We pulled up to a very large house. She got out and pointed to the trunk of the car. I grabbed her things and followed her into the house. She pointed to a table in the foyer and I placed everything on the table. She walked into the parlor and I followed. “Sit.” She said. I sat on one of the big parlor chairs. “Do you drink?” she asked. “Sure.” I said. She left the room and came back with two glasses of ice and some type of scotch. I’m not a connoisseur of scotch but if I had to bet I’d say it was expensive stuff. I downed it quickly. “More?” she said smiling. She got me another drink. Nobody was talking and I started to feel uneasy. “You know I’m probably going to get fired for leaving.” I said. “Do you really like that job?” she asked. No. But I need money for college so I don’t go hungry and you know how expensive books are too.” I explained. “How about if I pay you to be my house boy?” She said with a smile. “House boy?” I asked. “Yes. You can stay here and help around the house. I’m widowed and I could use some help around this big ol’ house. You’d do things like yard work, washing cars, grocery shopping, cleaning…general things like that.” She said. “How long?” I asked curiously. “Until I get tired of you.” She said laughing. “Ok, what the hell. I’ll do it.” I said.
The first couple of days wear pretty routine. I mowed the grass, washed a car and a boat, did some tree pruning, cleaned the house a little, and picked up some stuff at the store. It was pretty cool. I had a nice room and a private bath and she really did give me cash each time I did something. She told me one morning that she was going to go out and have lunch with a couple of girlfriends that day. She left me a list of things to do. She left and I went to work on the list. I went upstairs to her room to clean like she had requested. I curiously looked into her huge closet. There were rows of neatly pressed suits and jackets, skirts and blouses, and to my delight along the floor were shoes. There must’ve been more than 50 pairs of high heels in every shape and description. Some looked downright deadly and were obviously made with guys like me in mind. All the shoes looked brand new. Only a couple of them showed any signs of wear and even then it was minimal. I picked up the spiked sandals I helped her with and put them on her bed. I started to look through her dresser and hit paydirt. Pantyhose and stockings galor and she had the good stuff. There were even had those famous $30 a pair pantyhose. I grabbed a pair of pantyhose and took them to the bed. I pulled out my dick and started to masturbate with her shoes and pantyhose. I don’t know how much time passed or how long she had been standing there.
“You are in so much trouble.” She said calmly. “You are going to be punished. Get up!” she commanded. I stood and started to put my pants back on. As I was pulling up my zipper she lashed out. She kicked me hard right on the nads. My world flashed in blinding pain as I fell limp and hit the floor. She lifted a foot and brought it crushing down on my head. I was out cold. I woke up naked and tied spread eagle on the floor. All around there were different whips, restraints, and evil looking devices hanging on the wall. I was scared
The first couple of days wear pretty routine. I mowed the grass, washed a car and a boat, did some tree pruning, cleaned the house a little, and picked up some stuff at the store. It was pretty cool. I had a nice room and a private bath and she really did give me cash each time I did something. She told me one morning that she was going to go out and have lunch with a couple of girlfriends that day. She left me a list of things to do. She left and I went to work on the list. I went upstairs to her room to clean like she had requested. I curiously looked into her huge closet. There were rows of neatly pressed suits and jackets, skirts and blouses, and to my delight along the floor were shoes. There must’ve been more than 50 pairs of high heels in every shape and description. Some looked downright deadly and were obviously made with guys like me in mind. All the shoes looked brand new. Only a couple of them showed any signs of wear and even then it was minimal. I picked up the spiked sandals I helped her with and put them on her bed. I started to look through her dresser and hit paydirt. Pantyhose and stockings galor and she had the good stuff. There were even had those famous $30 a pair pantyhose. I grabbed a pair of pantyhose and took them to the bed. I pulled out my dick and started to masturbate with her shoes and pantyhose. I don’t know how much time passed or how long she had been standing there.
“You are in so much trouble.” She said calmly. “You are going to be punished. Get up!” she commanded. I stood and started to put my pants back on. As I was pulling up my zipper she lashed out. She kicked me hard right on the nads. My world flashed in blinding pain as I fell limp and hit the floor. She lifted a foot and brought it crushing down on my head. I was out cold. I woke up naked and tied spread eagle on the floor. All around there were different whips, restraints, and evil looking devices hanging on the wall. I was scared