The beginning of Mistress Victoria

Part 5: Meeting her Slave Brian

July 24, 1993, was the worst day of my life; the day my husband John died. I grieved terribly for weeks. One morning I was in the back yard crying, and the young neighbour boy, Brian came over to see if I was okay, I looked at him, and he seemed so sweet and innocent.

“I am fine, just a bit sad,“ I said quietly.

"I saw the ambulance and police. I am very sorry about your husband,” he said warmly.

“Thank you,” I said, as my voice wavered.

“If you want to talk to someone, I’m a good listener,“ he said as he started to turn away.

“Brian,“ I called out, “I would like to talk, would you like to come in for some lemonade?”

He smiled and nodded and followed me inside.

Brian sat at the kitchen table as I made him lemonade. I am not sure what came over me, but I started to sob.  Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I warm feeling came over my entire body. I turned and saw his reassuring smile. Without thinking, I squeezed him tightly; it felt so good to be hugged.

He was young, maybe seventeen, but it felt so good to be held, and I was so lonely. I looked at him in his blue eyes and kissed him passionately on the mouth. I grabbed his hand and pulled it under my sweater to my breast. He squeezed it roughly. I moaned. I pulled my shirt over my head exposing my ample breasts to him. 

 I pushed his head down to my breasts.

“Suck on my nipples,“ I ordered.

 He was very innocent, and it felt terrific. 

“Bite them!” I told him, breathlessly.

He bit them and looked up at me.

I lifted my skirt and sat on the counter, pulling his face toward my pussy.

“Lick me, tongue my pussy,” I ordered.

He was very inexperienced but very enthusiastic. I told him to lick my asshole, and he never hesitated. I started to cum violently; I think he thought he was hurting me. He watched me until the spasms subsided. He was so cute and young, kneeling in front of me. I straightened my hair and moved off the counter.

I told him in a motherly tone, “Take off your clothes and show me your body and your cock.”

He obediently did as he was told. He had a nice sized circumcised cock with perfect round balls. I reached over and grabbed his cock and balls. I led him into the living room. I sat in my leather reading chair and looked at the skinny young boy with his very hard cock standing before me.

“I want you to masturbate for me, but not cum until I tell you. Do you understand?” I asked.

“Yes Miss,” he told me with a lustful smile.

He stood before me and slowly started to stroke his cock. I brought my feet up and began to play with my wet pussy. He was mesmerised as my fingers danced around my sensitive clit. He was breathing heavier. I knew it was hard for a teenage boy to hold back his cum. I could see he was struggling and it turned me on even more, cumming twice, as I watched him fight his urges.

Almost an hour had passed, and tears were rolling down his flushed face. I loved it. I grabbed a wine glass and brought it to the edge of his cock.

“Is it painful not to cum?” I asked as I rubbed my fingers across his nipples.

“Yes, Miss, “ He stammered.

“Would you like to cum?” I teased.

“Yes!” he whispered.