House Slut - S01 E42

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House Slut - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

After they arrived home and went inside, Tegan shed her dress then went to bed. The night had exhausted her and she was grateful that she had not had to face Brandon and Sam, who had apparently gone to bed while she and Angus were out. She still wondered if there would be any pangs of jealousy, speculation about what occurred on their outing, and whether either of the other men would seek to replicate it. She rose late the next morning and as far as she was aware, was not disturbed while she slept in. After a light breakfast of muesli with almond milk she attended to some yoga and pelvic exercises. Her thoughts constantly drifted back to the previous night. Before she might have tried to reconcile her wanton behavior in some way but now she accepted it as part of who she was which made it a lot easier to meditate on. Knowing what she really wanted out of this life she’d chosen for herself was doing wonders for her anxiety around it.

After her exercises she took inventory of the bags of purchases she’d hurriedly stashed in her closet the night before. There were a few objects she didn’t remember selecting, perhaps she’d picked them up by accident in her delirium. Not only were there a couple of outfits as well as range of restraints, whipping objects and other odds and ends, she had apparently picked up a couple of vibrators, impressive higher end looking ones with a range of features, the kind she would probably never had bought for herself under normal circumstances. Maybe Angus slipped those in for his own amusement, for a future one-girl show that sometimes served as entertainment in the household. Resisting the urge to take some of the toys for a test drive, she unpacked everything and organized it while she formulated her plans.



Brandon arrived home shortly after lunch, his morning classes over and apparently the afternoon off. When he came through the front door he was startled to find Tegan standing in the centre of the living room, the blinds shuttered blocking out most of the natural light from outside. She was dressed in a tight red corset with matching elbow-length gloves, a masquerade ball styled half-mask that covered her face from the nose up, black stockings and red vinyl heels. The corset didn’t cover her chest but pushed up her modest bust, making her nipples peek out over the top of the half-cups. She was also, apart from the stockings and shoes, naked from the hips down, her intimidating visage not reduced in the slightest by the fact her fiery bush was on display. Brandon set his bag down slowly, as if afraid of making any sudden movements.

“Um…” he started, and Tegan cracked a riding crop against her palm, making a satisfying leather on leather slap despite the fact both products were fake.

“Silence, worm!” Tegan bellowed, forcing her voice an octave or two deeper than usual in the hopes it would sound domineering, rather than accidentally masculine. When Brandon said nothing further she pointed the crop at him. “Disrobe.” She ordered.

Brandon began to comply, kicking off his shoes and socks, stripping off his t-shirt and removed his jeans until he was clad only his in boxer-briefs. Tegan waggled the crop at his underwear “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“T, I wanted to tell you….” Brandon began to object but Tegan cut him off again.

“I said silence! Lose the underwear. You don’t want me to have to say it a third time.” Brandon again complied and Tegan pointed the crop at the floor in front of her.

“Now come here, hands on your head.” She ordered, her voice gentler, waiting as he approached. When he was standing before he she ran the tip of the crop down his chest, lightly tapping his flaccid member then circling around behind him, running the crop down his back and playfully tapping his ass. She leaned in behind him to whisper in his ear.

“Our safeword is ‘Morocco’. Repeat it.”

“Morocco” Brandon parroted. Tegan circled back in front of him, placing the tip of the crop under his chin.

“Very good.”

“Tegan, I really…” Brandon began but Tegan placed the tip of the crop to his lips.

“I know what you are going to tell me Brandon. You spoke with Yeong. You have a date with her. You are concerned about being unfaithful. Just nod if I’m correct.”

Brandon nodded.

“That is why,” Tegan continued “I am doing this now, before your date. We can have that discussion later. If you do not wish to proceed on those terms, say the safeword.”

Brandon seemed hesitant but ultimately remained silent. When it as clear he was done thinking about it Tegan nodded and turned away, walking over to the polished dining table where a few of her recent purchases were spread out. She returned with the crop tucked under her arm with a set of padded leather cuffs, a silicon cockring.

“Hold this” she instructed, holding the ring up to his mouth. Without hesitation Brandon opened his mouth and took the ring gently in his teeth. Tegan circled behind him again then took down his arms from on his head, pulling them behind him where she fastened the cuffs, pulling the straps tight. She returned to his front and took the ring from his mouth and placed it in her own to coat it in her own saliva. Glancing down. He was, perhaps unsurprisingly, starting to grow hard. In her heels she was about his height so she interlaced her feet with hers and pulled herself bodily against him, trapping his cock between her thighs and griding her shaved lower lips against the top of his shaft, biting his earlobe as she felt his body respond to her touch. aFter rubbing herself against him a few more moments she stepped back then took the cockring from her mouth before gently easing it over his shaft, using both hands to push it down to the base, causing Brandon to grunt softly. It fit snugly but not tightly, which seemed to be about right. She grasped his cock gently in one hand and gave it a few light strokes to encourage it along, gently kissing his cheek before she stepped back again to survey her handiwork. She took the crop from under her arm and traced it down the side of his neck and pushed down on his shoulder.

“Kneel.” She commanded, pushing down with the crop as he carefully sank to his knees, then she unwound a strip of fabric from her wrist and placed the crop between his teeth, which he obligingly held for her. She stood close to him, her crotch level with his eyes.

“Take one last look, Brandon.” She said coolly “One last good look at the pussy that’s been taking care of all your needs.” It was perhaps a meaningless taunt – even if he wanted to remain faithful, however long his courting of Yeong lasted, he’d probably still see her naked around the house on a daily basis. But she was going to enjoy teasing him; that was the whole point. She draped a thigh over his shoulder, pushing her slit in his face, letting him smell her sex as she began to wind the strip of fabric around his head as a makeshift blindfold. After making a few passes with the cloth she knotted it behind his head then stepped back again. His dick was now mostly erect. She had read the point of the ring was to reduce bloodflow out, making his erections harder and last longer, and she assumed it was working as intended. She took the crop from between Brandon’s teeth and tapped him under the chin with it.

“Stand up.” She ran the tip of the crop down his chest again then used it to idly push his erection around. Sufficiently amused she turned back to the table and took up a tube of lube, drizzling a small amount on her gloved fingers before turning back to Brandon and taking his cock in her hand, watching him squirm as she smeared the gel all over his shaft and started stroking him with a loose fist at a casual pace, a lazy, slippery handjob, feeling his cock swell in her hand. She hoped that the ring wasn’t making things uncomfortable for him. She leaned in close and whispered as she jerked him off.