DOMINATED BY MY NEPHEW PT. 5

Over the next few weeks I saw and, more to the point, felt the other side of Neil. The thinking, considerate, loving and highly sex-charged side of him. I also learned that he wasn't really that experienced or adept at actually making love. By that I mean he was brilliant at creating highly erotic situations, had amazing recovery powers and fantastic stamina and was quite good at fucking but left quite a lot to be desired at the more subtle side of making love. However, the youthful, enthusiastic and sexually almost insatiable side of him was wonderful, made up for any deficiencies in his technique and gave me the incentive to react to that and to him by demonstrating similar traits. As I became somewhat of an addict for the firm, taught youthfulness of his body so I also gave him little tips. And as I started to understand the attraction I'd read, and some friends had told me about of young men so I coached and guided him. As I started to become used to being with a man who was hard again almost as soon as he'd softened a little, one who was able to cum again within half an hour of the first time and one having the stamina to cum four, five and even six times in a night, or day, so I returned his tributes with the sort of sexual education only an older woman can provide. Following that wonderful near all-night and the next day session, we thrilled and enjoyed each other to the full and at the same time taught each other.

"No not as hard as that," I told him when he squeezed my breasts too firmly.

"Don't pinch my nipples so tightly Neil, that hurts."

"Yes there, right there," I advised and encouraged him as his fingers fumbled around the lips of my pussy. "It's best right alongside my clit Neil, not on it," I whispered adding, "Don't suck my tits so hard those love bites take ages to disappear," I told him as I stroked his head whilst I lay with my back against the headboard, my legs wide open, my knees drawn up and Neil's head between my thighs as he muttered, "Why the fuck do you think I give them to you then?"

"Take your time darling, don't hurry, don't rush just enjoy my body and love my breasts and pussy." With advice and encouragement like that he became a much better lover and as he did the thought of being alone with him for the next few weeks made me shudder with the sheer sexual expectancy of what we might happen between us.

Now he was becoming able to combine, gentleness, patience and consideration with his incredible stamina and sexual energy and could switch from his controlling, directing and dominant manner to a loving and caring man, he was turning into a very formidable lover indeed. "Or", as I mumbled, through mouthfuls of his cock that I was sucking, "You're my sex machine Neil."

I was teaching him as he was teaching me and we were both quick learners. He started being more subtle with his lovemaking, He stroked my full breasts rather than grabbed them, pinched my nipples nicely as opposed to squeezing them painfully, caressed my pussy lips and clit instead of rubbing them. He became more patient taking his time to fully arouse me before entering me. After I explained at some length about the difference between a man's and a woman's climaxes he held me and cuddled me after he'd cum while I was still tingling and shaking with the aftermath of mine.

After that bizarre time when I showed him my boobs and the later time when I sat with my panties off and legs drawn up and open as he ogled my pussy, things between us changed quite considerably. There were numerous events, some quite big and important and others smaller and less significant but each in their own ways had a bearing on how our relationship was changing and developing. Whilst with him I was enjoying, well not exactly enjoying, more experiencing I guess, something new. Something I'd never known, a relationship that was vastly different to any I'd ever had before. When not with him perhaps travelling around Europe, in my hotel rooms or when at work I thought about it a lot. I could see what was happening to us and how our relationship was changing. At first, mostly during the couple of weeks after my boob flashing evening, I worried about it as I tried to understand it. I couldn't get my head around how I could be such a different woman at work as I was when with him. In the former role I was determined, confident and probably a bit pushy and controlling. With Neil, my twenty-four-year-old nephew, I lacked confidence, was quite diffident and unsure and, overall, I was quite weak willed and, I realised slightly scaring myself as I used a sexually oriented term, submissive with him. But there was more for, more importantly, I was sexually open to his advances.

After those first quite amazing times when he 'broke me in,' Neil kept the pressure on me and when I was home and not travelling he slowly took me further and further down the path of, I suppose, depravity from which he gained so much pleasure and I got more excitement than I could ever have imagined.

Amongst other unusual and new things to me were the texts he had started sending to me when I was travelling or at the agency where I worked in London. They were usually short, to the point and full of sexual remarks and innuendos such as.

Actually yer tits aren't too bad.

They feel lovely, better than they look.

As for that ass it's lovely naked.

Has it ever been spanked Jay?

Would you lie me to spank that lovely round ass Aunty?

Has it been fucked much?

Did Uncle Kevin fuck you up there?

The texting had started with some flirty but innocent stuff which amused and annoyed me in about equal measures. It was after some strong pressure from Neil that I had, rather stupidly, started replying that the content became more basic and his points dirtier. At first, I ignored them but his persistence made me reply by at first just telling him to stop which he completely ignored. So I thought that the lesser of the two evils and in some ways giving me a slight element of control was to enter into the banter with him. In all truthfulness after a while I began to quite enjoy it and started looking forward to receiving the messages. I didn't think I would but as the messages became ruder, dirtier and more sexual explicit so I got a bigger buzz from them and my replies. Also I realised that, in any case, I couldn't stop him for more and more he was controlling me and the nature of our relationship.

Tell me what underwear you're wearing.

So how did it feel getting your tits out for me that first time?

When did you decide you wanted me to fuck you

Showing my yr tits that first time turned you on didn't it?

You liked me playing with them didn't you?

Did you want me to fuck you that time I went out, did you fuck yrself?

Can I suck your nipples tonight Jayne.

When we spoke about it I got comments from him like, "Does it turn you on reading them with all your advertising mates around."

Obviously I lied as I replied with, "Don't be ridiculous, I don't really read them, I just skim them when no one's around."

Then, after that time he'd taken photographs of me he started sending them to me. I nearly fell off my chair the first time it happened. I was in my office sitting at my desk with a few guys sitting on the sofas in the meeting area when my phone buzzed telling me it was a message from Neil. I opened it expecting to read something only to see a photo of my opened legs and wet, very pink pussy. I immediately deleted it and struggled on with the meeting.

I wasn't aware that Amazon or any of the courier companies delivered on Sundays so I was surprised when one called late morning a couple of weeks after our sensational night of sex and gave me a small parcel that weighed hardly anything. Taking it into the kitchen puzzling over what it could be as I couldn't remember ordering anything, I assumed it was a work thing and left it on the table as I finished my toast and orange juice.

"Not going to open it?" Neil asked as he tucked into the full English breakfast cum brunch he'd cooked himself. We'd agreed when he first moved in that mostly we'd look after our own meals as I wasn't into cooking as I hardly did my own let alone his.

"I will when I've finished," I told him picking up the parcel. Taking care not to break my nails, I struggled it open and was amazed to find two pairs of bras and panties, inside, one scarlet and the other a bright, garish pink. "What the hell?" I said holding them up and inspecting them, "Bloody hell they're crotchless," I went on looking at him. He was smiling so I asked, "Is this anything to do with you?"

"Might be," he grinned, "Going to model them for me?"

"Not in a million years," I mumbled seeing that in addition to the knickers having the gussets cut out the bras were no more than quarter cups and would leave the areolas and nipple bare.

"Why did you waste your money on something that'll never be worn and you'll never see me in?"

Grinning like a Cheshire cat he replied rather smarmily, "I didn't."

"What, didn't what?"

"Waste my money."

"I can assure you that you did as I won't wear them."

"Well you should."

"Why?"

"Two reasons."

"Which are?" I asked feeling curious and a little aroused still holding the overtly sexy underwear and imagining wearing it.

"Well you paid for them not me?"

"What, how come?"

"I ordered it on your card."

"You what, bloody hell Neil that's theft."

"No it isn't as you've got what you bought."

"How do you know my card details?"

"I heard you giving it when you paid for something on the phone the other day."

"And you remembered the number and expiry stuff?" I asked feeling rather impressed.

"Yes."

"How?"

"I just can, give me any number up to twelve or fifteen digits and I'll recall it easily."

"Not now and what was the second reason?"

"Because you'll want to see yourself in them and oh there's a third, you'll want to please me."

"In your dreams," I retorted not feeling confident that he was wrong about the first two reasons.

Although we now had long moments, sometimes all nights or days, where we were like real lovers, Neil still had the need to revert to his controlling and dominating self. In some ways, though, that may have been partially down to me as I also changed. He had found this new side of me that needed to be directed, was willing to be submissive and revelled in being humiliated and abused. We really are, I was deciding, an unusual and quite odd blend of personalities especially as they are overlaid by the large age difference and family relationship with the attitudes, sexual abilities and behavioural patterns they bring to the party.

My first reaction to the parcel and his message was to ignore them but I had tried that before with something he'd suggested and all I got was a series of insults and orders.

"Like the contents?" he asked.

"No, of course I don't."

"Better get to like them quickly then."

"Why?'

''Cos I want you to put them on now and wear them all day tomorrow at the agency."

"And if I don't?" I replied knowing that I was 'chancing my arm' as he hated being challenged when he was in one of his domineering moods.

That's not an option."

"Yes it is.

"It fucking well isn't cos if you don't do it I'll come up to your office and do it for you in that neat little bathroom where you jerk off."

Our relationship had been moving towards this sort of threat since we had become lovers, well our version of those. He'd become more controlling, more directive, vulgar and ruder yet, when that mood passed he was more caring and loving towards me. And I'd gone along with it. I still had no real idea why I got such a buzz out of him dominating and humiliating me but I did and I had stopped trying to analyse the reasons why I was happy to be his submissive. I had even welcomed and enjoyed in a perverse way some of the things he did that hurt me, slapping my bare breasts and pussy, pinching and pulling my nipples, tugging my hair and giving me vicious-looking love bites on my breasts, stomach and inner thighs that prevented me using the pool and steam room at the gym.

The thought of having meetings and one-to-ones with my colleagues and clients wearing the garish and rather vulgar 'stripper's gear,' as I thought of it was, in the cold light of day sitting at my kitchen table, ridiculous. But I knew that if I refused I would get messages and phone calls from him all day so I told him that I would do it thinking he'd never know but then he threw me a bit when he messaged.

"And be wearing them when you get home as I'll undress you to check.'

So, thinking up a quick change of plan, I thought I'll change into them just before leaving the office; I was fortunate in having my own shower room in my office at the agency where I could change. Knowing that would mean travelling home on the tube wearing the tarty garments did actually give me a little thrill but he blew that plan out the window as well.

"And when you've got them on take a pic and send it to me," he told me adding and do that on the hour every hour, got it?"

'Fuck,' I thought realising that, as usual, he'd outthought me as he had when I had tried to stop him marking me with such visible love bites. At first he'd restricted them to my breasts which had stopped me using the pool or steam room and sauna at the gym but he'd moved on with his targets so that I had them on my inner thighs and bum cheeks as well. It really was a very weird situation meeting clients or people I worked with carrying the fierce looking, pink marks.

As I was getting ready for work the next day he came into my bedroom rather incongruously knocking politely on my unlocked door before entering. I was sitting at my dressing table in just a dressing gown finishing my make up so as he came in I slipped my glasses on. He sat on my bed and stared at me before saying, "Which are you going to wear, the scarlet or the pink."

"Which would you prefer?" I asked.

"Not fussed, either way," he replied as I stood up and undid the tie on the gown. It fell open and exposed most of my boobs and, of course my pubic thatch. I was half hoping that he'd want sex and that we could do that and avoid wearing the underwear but as usual, he was one step ahead of me with another suggestion or, in this case, order. "Actually just get dressed without the undies."

"What I can wear my usual stuff?"

"No you wear nothing but take my gear with you and I'll tell you what to wear when you get there."

"What go on the tube without underwear?"

"Yes."

"I can't do that?"

"Of course you can, nobody'll know, apart for the perves that might touch you up and feel there's no knickers under your skirt."

"Don't be daft they don't do that."

"Really? I do."

"Oh fuck off you're the perve then," I told him smiling.

"Spot on, so go on put on one of those sexy suits and blouses and off you go but don't get too horny on the tube.

As it happens it was rather exciting being on the tube without wearing any bra or panties. But as I travelled I was getting text messages from Neil.

'Had that gorgeous ass without panties squeezed yet?

'Bet those big old tits were all over the place when you walked along the platform weren't they?'

'Go into that little bathroom when you get there?' he messaged as the tube train was approaching Leicester Square. And then as I was leaving the tube I nearly got myself into trouble as I opened another message from him and it was that photo of my open thighs and wet pussy.

I knew that the only way to stop the barrage of messages once I was in the agency was to do as he asked so I told my PA to hold my calls and not let anyone into the office for half an hour as I was going to have a power nap, something she was used to. I took the panties and bra into my shower room and locked the door behind me, just in case. I was in fairly casual but on-trend clothes of black leather blouson, rather tight trousers and a man's style, white silk shirt, black holdup stockings and four-inch heels, also black.

I removed the blouse and stockings, hung them up and naked apart from the holdups and heels pulled the ghastly coloured underwear out of my brief case. I was about to put it on then, having an idea, I stopped and got my phone. Taking a few selfies full-length and a couple topless, I smiled to myself as I sent them to him before looking at my naked self in the mirror. He was right that my tits did sag a bit and my mumtum, from not being strict enough with my body after my second child and now having too many business lunches, dinners and travel food, bulged more than I liked so I resolved to sort that out. I got the ghastly coloured underwear out of the wrapping and inspected them more closely.

They were actually made of quite good quality material. The panties were lacy and see through in a bikini style and when I pulled them up my legs and got them in place the edges of the slit in the crotch sort of cuddled or, more fondled I suppose, the lips of my pussy. It was not really an unpleasant sensation and far nicer than going commando in denim jeans as he'd made me do a couple of times recently. I slipped into the bra and looked at myself in the mirror swivelling around a few times. The panties had nothing on the lacy back to hide any of my bum so the crease in it was highly visible making me think, 'Just right for a stripper.'

My frontal view was even more revealing and stripperish as, although there were patches of darker material on the front my thatch of hairs and the start of my lips were quite visible. But, of course, it was up top where the underwear set came into its own. It was pretty supportive so the quarter cups pushed my boobs up into a position that I knew Neil would like as he'd told me several times that I should have job done to pert them up. The bra covered hardly any of my boobs, no part of my areola and naturally, none of either nipple which, I was surprised to see were hard. As I took more photos for him knowing that my phone would time them I wondered what he would think and do and that, together with the view of my hardened nipples, gave me quite a thrill and momentarily I contemplated masturbating but glancing at my watch I saw that time was against me so slipped back into my leather pants and Ralph shirt and reverted to being the ad agency executive I usually was in this room.

"Okay, now push the fucking things down," Neil said taking his hand out of the zipper in my leather trousers after he'd picked me up at the tube station around seven as I was on my way home from work later that day.

"Why?" I asked knowing full well that he wanted to see the crotchless knickers.

"Not really your business," he replied sliding his hand into my shirt that he'd unbuttoned a few minutes earlier to look at the other part of the underwear set he'd bought me with my card, the quarter-cup bra.

"Come on Neil, don't be daft of course it's my business."

"Why, just because I want you to take your pants down?"

"Look, you've driven us to a fairly, but not completely secluded spot in broad daylight not far from my home and you ask....." I was saying as he interrupted.

"Er no Jayne tell, not ask, get things right," he muttered squeezing my near bare in the quarter-cup bra breast rather too hard making me gasp.

"Okay you've told me to push my trousers down but won't tell me why? Why not?"

"Fuck it, okay two reasons. Firstly, I want to see those knickers so come on push them down."

"And second?"

"What?"

"The second reason?" I reminded him, "You said there were two."

"Oh right," he replied sounding quite flippant as he went on with. "I'm going to fuck you."

"What here, now?"

"Yes, right here and now so get them down or I'll pull them down, take them off and throw them out the fucking window."