Grandma likes it tough 1.
Grandma likes it tough.
Copyright©2016 – Niteowluk2003.
Chapter 1.
It was some six years after TX Enterprises (for those who don’t Know about TX Enterprises and the fantasy to reality scheme, please read the stories entitled, “the Idea”) ceased to be, that out of the blue I received quite a lengthy email from a woman I did not know. This occurred only because I had never stopped the mail forwarding from the now defunct company to my own personal email account. I read the email in full, before replying telling her that TX had gone overseas and as far as I knew, it was no longer filming fantasies of any kind. Basically the email laid out her idea of her fantasy which boiled down to her being bound in a certain way and then used as the authorative person saw fit.
I admit the email struck a chord with me as it involved a submissive bondage scenario and being an Alpha male it peeked my interest so to speak. As many readers will be aware I have trained and subdued many sub missives in my life and am always up for a challenge and so I decided to offer her the chance to experience her fantasy but stressed that I could not offer a guarantee that the finished film would be of any use or of any great quality. I should point out right now that instead of using the more versatile digital camcorders, as we used to do, I would have to be using IP cameras which although they would be statically positioned, at least they would be HD quality output. Not wanting to mislead the woman in any way I also pointed out that as I would be doing this alone I could not offer manoeuvrability of cameras.
I sent the email and waited; I discovered later that within twenty minutes of me sending the email, she had replied with just two words “Yes Please!” I must confess I had been busy with normal day to day things so I had not checked my email until late that night before retiring to bed so it was around 11.30 pm. Her email had been time dated at 1:30 pm and her email contained an attachment to it which when I opened it, it revealed a naked photograph of the woman with her contact details, by that I mean she included her address and phone numbers. I thought this was risky to say the least for I could have been a serial murderer or something.
At 9.00am the next morning there were three emails from the woman literally begging for me to go with her fantasy as soon as possible; so I rang her and arranged to meet, A. as a chance to break the ice and B. as a chance to display my trust worthiness. The day dragged for me, so I dreaded to think how it must have dragged for a woman so desperate to have her fantasy become reality and I cursed at making the meeting time 4 pm. However eventually the time crept around to time I needed to leave and I quickly made my way to the agreed coffee shop. I arrived at 3.45pm and was surprised to see her already sat at a table, I moved over to her and asked, “Alice?” she responded with a nod and said, “Niteowluk2003 I suppose!” It was my turn to nod and I sat opposite her and she seemed to blush slightly. “Would you like a coffee?” I enquired. “No not really if I am honest I have been here since 2 pm and I am awash with coffee and may need to dash off to the loo!” she replied.
I ordered my own coffee and suddenly Alice started to rise and began excusing herself, saying I told you so, I need the loo now! I looked at her sternly and said, “sit down!” my voice was just above a whisper as I continued, “you will only get up when I tell you to get up and as for going to the loo you need to ask me nicely before trying to go there!”
Instantly Alice sat down, crossed her legs and began fidgeting whilst I assumed the need for the loo increased. She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together, her face seemed to blush a deeper red and again I assumed she was trying to think of the correct way to ask for permission to leave the table and go to the loo. Finally in desperation she quietly said, “Master may your worthless slut be allowed to excuse herself and go relieve herself in the toilet?”
“There are a few things you need to know before I allow you to do this!” I said taking my time as I spoke, “Firstly you will address me at all times as Sir, secondly you may go to the loo but you may not remove or displace your panties until you have finished pissing and only then may you finally remove them and bring your panties back to me, in your mouth before sitting back down and removing them in order to present them to me! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir! It is crystal clear and I am happy to obey you to the letter!” she answered. I then gave permission for her to leave the table and as she disappeared in quite a hurried walk my coffee arrived and I asked the staff member for a plastic tumbler full of ice. He looked at me perplexed until I explained that my companion had a slight sprain to her ankle and the ice was to reduce the swelling a bit! He smiled as if he knew that it was a lie but agreed to bring me the ice as requested. He returned with the plastic tumbler full of ice and placed it where Alice had been seated. Ten long minutes then passed, when a flustered Alice appeared and walked steadily to the table. Sitting down and now hoping no one was looking in her direction she opened her mouth and pulled out her panties. I was surprised for instead of, what I call passion killer big bloomers, she wore more modern panties a slim cut panties. The sort a younger more clothes conscious woman would wear, and they were a pair half way between the French knickers and a g String.
Placing the wet panties in my hand she sat waiting further instructions. I placed the panties in my pocket and just above a whisper I said “Firstly take a piece of the ice and run it slowly up your thigh before popping it inside your horny cunt, my little slut!” Alice looked at me and then scanned the room before taking the top piece of ice and by the look on her face I could image the feelings going through right now; as she ran the ice cube up her thigh and then closing her eyes she slid her hand between her legs and I could tell that she was about to press the ice into her cunt. When she had finished I told her to now take the whole tumbler and place between her legs and up tight against her cunt.
For the next twenty minutes whilst I drank my coffee we made small talk, mainly about some of the themes of the fantasy to reality videos I had been involved in making. When I drained my coffee cup I told her we were leaving and she should adjust the tumbler so as not to spill any as she walked out the shop. Outside in an alley I told her to lift her skirt and open her legs. She seemed to panic as she hurriedly asked about the tumbler, I said forget the tumbler for it had served its purpose and I had no further use for it.
Alice took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it up until it was pressed against her large almost floppy tits; then she opened her legs and was taken aback by the cold splash of water which hit her lower legs as the tumbler hit the ground. I made her remain until I had checked her cunt; it was smoothly shaved and sliding a finger inside her cunt lips I felt the rapidly diminishing coldness of the melting ice cube. Finally I told her to replace her skirt and follow me. As I turned round to leave the alley Alice was right by my side until I told her in a stern voice, you will walk ten paces behind me at all times. Only if I give you instructions that this would change will you not be ten paces behind your Lord and Master.
As we walked I kept asking for guidance to her home and willingly Alice always answered dutifully and with the maximum of respect for her superior Master. As we approached her road I told her to now hurry ahead and wait for me outside her front door. Poor Alice must had thought hundreds of horrible thoughts as to why I had changed the system and sent her on ahead. I could imagine her standing waiting nervously beside her front door, half expecting me to make her undress in full view of the street or worse.
She visibly relaxed when I ordered her to open the door and wait inside for me. I entered her house and opened the first door on my right, which turned out to be a small coat room about 2 foot deep by three foot wide. I thought I will remember that it may come in useful later. Next to this door was another door which led into the kitchen and the third door on the opposite side of the stairs was the living room. I walked into the living room and looked around noting that the sofa was useless as far as DBSM was concerned it was one of those big leather soft types, you know the kind it takes ten minutes to stop sinking in to it. The rest of the furniture was of little use either although the TV was quite a large flat screen affair. I imagined tying Alice to a chair and making her watch hours of sexy porn whilst being bound and gagged so as to be unable to play with herself.
Leaving the living room I crossed into the kitchen and things were looking up for there was clearly an old fashioned heavy duty dining table serving as additional work top space and three stout oak chairs with high backs tucked neatly under the edges of the table. Through the rear kitchen door I could see a tree in the middle of the garden and several rose bushes around the tree trunk, again my mind ran overtime thinking of scenarios of pleasure for Alice. I walked to this door and checked whether the garden was overlooked or not and thankfully it was only overlooked by the up stair windows of one house.
Now I ordered Alice to show me upstairs; and the first room she showed me was clearly her bedroom, unfortunately it contained a divan style bed and apart from needing major modification to be of use in her fantasy, it served little purpose. The next room was much better for it had a single bed which had a wooden frame and had small stiles top and bottom and it would be quite easy to utilise this bed to tie her down and even stretch her legs apart. The third bedroom was not being used as a bed room but more like a home gym and Alice was keen to explain it was her son’s equipment but he had gone off to college before getting married and now had no room for it at his home. I was impressed that it had an exercise cycle and a bench lift so it would be really useful for Alice’s fantasy.
I commanded Alice to join me down in the kitchen, and without waiting for her response I made my way downstairs. I had just sat down at the table when Alice entered the kitchen and she was just about to sit down when I scowled at her. Instantly she knew better than to sit without permission. I told her to get a pen and some paper for we were going to make a shopping list for her fantasy.
