'Educating Andi' (closed to AndreaSubbie)

"Excuse me," Andrea put down her again-empty glass and stood, quickly leaving the room.

She hurried clumsily all the way to the top of the house to get her tablet. Then deciding that she needed to be comfortable, peeled off her satin trousers and slid a pair of light green leggings on, replacing her blouse with a sleeveless wide neck white t shirt that was always falling off one shoulder or the other.

With tablet in hand she made her way quickly but carefully back downstairs and knocked on Adrian's sitting room door, turning on the tablet and opening emails.
 
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"Excuse me,"

As she left, her voice some what neutral, he wasn't sure whether he had upset her with his vague offer, or whether was just leaving the room for another reason.

He stood up and recharged their glasses, taking the now empty bottle into the kitchen, and placed it in the recycling bin. As he was feeding the dish washer, he heard her come down stairs, and knock on the door. By the time he had looked up and turned his head, she was no where to be seen.

He sensed some releif in that she had returned relatively promptly. He carrie don loading the dishwasher, and only when was it turned on, did he return to the living room.

He walked in and saw her on the sofa, and her change in attire. He saw her wide scoop neck top, exposing her shoulder and white bra strap, and he noticed her light greeen leggings.

"A change of attire Andrea, a rather relaxed style I see." he offered smiling. "It suits you"

He returned to his chair, and chose another Pink Floyd album, before reaching for his glass - she was engrossed typing on her tablet.
 
Andrea pressed 'send' and looked up just as Adrian returned to his living room, carrying two glasses of wine.

She grinned up at him, taking her glass (how much had she drunk tonight?)

"Ok, I've registered as LodgerGirl, and emailed you the details ... and since I'm new to this, I'm going to say No Limits in the roleplay. Is that ok?"

Putting her tablet down, she picked up her wine and took another appreciative sip.
 
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"Ok, I've registered as LodgerGirl, and emailed you the details ... and since I'm new to this, I'm going to say No Limits in the roleplay. Is that ok?"

"Sounds good....." he paused.

"It will take me a while to develop my character... but the scenario, do you have any ideas? I was contemplating a friend's daughter simply wanting the new smart phone but because she is tied into a contract or lack of money she cant afford it?

He looked at her, her shapely legs emphasised by the light green leggings, and her top exposing the flesh of her shoulder before she pulled the sleeve up; forcing the top to became taught across her breasts.
 
"Sure, I like your idea, so I'll play a teenage girl - i'm sure I can think back a few years!" And she grinned at Adrian.

"I'm going to have a look at what other people have written, to get an idea ... oh look, I'm getting messages!"

Andrea spent the next few minutes engrossed, replying to most messages, and dipping into stories, especially ones with pictures, the t shirt repeatedly falling off her shoulder.

"Wow! Well if I wasn't open minded before, I am now! People are so graphic! ... hey, we could do some pictures for our story ... but leave faces out? Or hidden?"
 
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"Or another story option Andrea?"

As she looked up he continued.

"As your profilelname is Lodger-girl, we could role play the rent proposal?"

She was clearly having fun exploring the forum, it is a huge site, and Adrian rarely ventures outside a couple of the topics, purely to help him manage his time on it.

"So what do you think? The lodger and the unusual proposal? or the friend's daughter?"

The more he thought of the idea, of bribing her into his bed, the more he found it arousing, incredibly so.
 
"Whichever you like, but I was thinking we could keep the rent slut until I'm better at roleplay?"

Andrea threw out the 'slut' word to see how he took it. It might be a lot of fun to play the slut in roleplay, where its safe, not real.

She waited for Adrian to do his thing with his ipad, looking forward to seeing it all on the big screen.

Drinking more wine, she decided to just leave the t shirt off her right shoulder ... after all, she had a bra on.
 
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"Whichever you like, but I was thinking we could keep the rent slut until I'm better at roleplay?"

"Slut eh? One thing I cant envisage you being is a slut. But maybe we should keep that option for real life? Afterall, I am sure yuwould love to save six month's rent Andrea?"

His voice was slightly cold, sharp, the sort of voice that gets attention.
 
"Yes, Sir"

The words just slipped out. What did they mean? Was she agreeing to be his rent slut for six months rent relief? Or was she just acknowledging his commanding tone?

Whatever it was, they weren't doing the rent story on line.

So what were they doing, she wondered? Presumably the friends daughter one. And was he cross with her? Had she somehow gone too far?

Andrea just hung her head until he gave a hint about what was happening?
 
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Adrian met her eyes with his own; some what taken aback.

He wasn't sure whether she had agreed to his proposition. Neither was he sure that she was calling him Sir in s Ds manner. 'No it cant be' he thought to himself, she would call me Master. She had also drank the best part of a bottle of wine on her own, and it was still quite early approaching 21:30. So she would not be totally sober.

It really would be totally unfair to make her agree to anything in her current state, or his for that matter; as they were both under the influence.

"Andrea....?" he asked as he inhaled deeply... "Would you consider yourself to be Dominant sexually, or are you more submissive?"


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Adrian's question suggested that he wasn't cross with her.

Sighing with relief, Andrea looked up at him from under a still-lowered face.

"Oh, I'm not very dominant; I'm not good at taking the initiative in relationships ..."

She wondered how much she should admit. After all, it was still the first day in their Landlord / lodger relationship!

Although she wanted to give the impression of sexual niavety, Andrea had come across the terms 'Dominant' and 'submissive', and was well aware that she was very much a sexual submissive. But ... she didn't want to identify herself as a 'sub', certainly not just yet.
 
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"Oh, I'm not very dominant; I'm not good at taking the initiative in relationships ..."

He just nodded his head as she spoke, and then as she finished, allowed a moment of peace between them, just the sound of Pink Floyd filling the room.

"Well you used a submissive term of sorts, that is why I asked." he offered, watching her, her bare shoulder on display.

"Anyway I will write my opening post and email it to you before I start the story, assuming you still wish to?"

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"Oh yes, I really do want to!" Andrea replied, and realised that she was also quite pleased that Adrian had mentioned her 'submissive' comment, glad that it was now aired between them.

"I suppose I did use a 'submissive' term," she added as if talking to herself, them to him, "and what about you, Adrian, are you sexually Dominant?"

Andrea tried to make her question sound casual, but she was actually quite anxious, hoping for an emphatic, Dominant, initiative-taking confirmation.
 
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"I suppose I did use a 'submissive' term," she added as if talking to herself, them to him, "and what about you, Adrian, are you sexually Dominant?"

He listened attentively and then stared at her as his mind appreciated, or tried to appreciate what she was saying.

Was she offerin gher self to him as a submissive if he was that way inclined? he wondered. He thought of how she refilled their glasses.

Standing, he reached for a large floor cushion, and as he returned to his leather electric reclining armchair, he placed the cushion on the floor to his left.
 
Andrea's eyes followed Adrian as he placed the cushion, and then sat.

Part of her applauded the wordless simplicity of the dramatic and overt answer he had just given, if a girl was open enough to read it.

Part of her was terrified of the consequences.

Andrea had never been in a D/s relationship, and had never even consideres it. Sure, many of her fantasies revolved around being dominated sexually, but not by a Dom, just by a dominant guy.

She stared at the cushion, was drawn to it ... could she resist its pull?

She wouldn't be actually agreeing to anything, it was just a move to a different place to sit, wasn't it?

Without appearing to make up her mind, Andrea got up from the sofa, walked softly to the cushion ready to sink onto it cross legged, and looking to Adrian asked, "may I?"

Receiving his permission, she sank gracefully onto the cushion, effectively now sitting beside but below him, on the floor to his left.
 
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Adrian saw her look at him and the cushion as she clearly was debating whether to move or not. After a few minutes of deliberation, Andrea stood up, exposing her legs in her light green leggings, her top still off her shoulder exposing her bra strap. She hesitantly walked over to the cushion looking alternatively between him and the cushion.

He wasn't sure why he had done what he did. He was more of an Alpha male, an assertive dominant male rather than a Master, a Dom. But he had been intrigued at times, but never progressed; after all he was a switch. He loved tie and tease as both the agressor and the victim.

"May I?"

Her question caught him of guard as he looked at her, her eyes, expression very sheepish.

"You may, if you so desire to Andrea..."

He sipped his wine.

"Why else would I offer it to you?"

He watched her sit, cross legged in front of him.

"You may kneel or lean against the chair if it makes my potential pet more comfortable....."

As he finished speaking, he reached out and stroked her hair as if she was a cat.


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"Mmmm ....,"

Oh, fuck! Was she actually purring? What was going on inside her, she wondered.

Was it just the amount of wine she'd had? Or was it like the saying said, 'in vino veritas' ... her mild inebriation just revealing the truth?

And what was it about Adrian's calling her his 'potential pet' that had so aroused her?

And yet, here she was, leaning into his chair, not only allowing her landlord to stroke her hair like she was some kitty cat, but letting him demean her by calling her his 'potential' pet; 'pet' was bad enough, but 'potential'? Did she have to pass some test to be worthy?

But there was no doubting how her unconscious mind and her body were reacting. She was enormously turned on, not least by his demeaning, condescending, patronising tone, and her nipples were tingling uncomfortably in her bra, her tummy was in a state of butterflies, and she was hot between her legs.

Hoping Adrian couldn't see, Andrea adjusted her bra to give herself a moment's relief.
 
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Adrian watched her as he pondered what had happened, and what may happen. He was attracted to Andrea, and also found her intrguiing, but she was also young enough to be his daughter. But rather than repulse him, that added to the intrguie.

'I wonder if she is bi?' he asked him self. 'Does she swallow?' his mind was full of questions.

She seemed slightly unsettled but leant into him quite happily, though he noticed her adjusting her bra.

An idea sprung to mind.

"Why don't you remove your bra Andrea if you are uncomfortable?" As he finished speaking, he rand a finger from her hair down her neck onto her exposed shoulder.

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Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!

It seemed like Adrian picked up on everything she did or said!

His fingers slowly caressing down her neck and onto the exposed bare skin of her shoulder made her shiver, but it was a nice, a delicious shiver.

"Remove my bra?" She repeated, liking hearing her voice say those words in front of him. "I suppose this is my home too, and if you want me to be comfortable?" Looking up at him, eyebrows raised, seeking his approval.

Kneeling up from being cross-legged, Andrea reached behind her back under her sweater and unhooked her bra before deftly slipping it out her sleeves and over her arms, then pulling it free from under the front of her loose top.

There was now nothing between the fabric of her pale knit and her engorged, sensitive nipples. Every scrape of the wool on them was like an exquisite torment, making them stand up hard like 1cm long pencil erasers, and she knew her areolas were swollen and puffy.

What to do with the still-warm bra? She wanted to give it to Adrian, as an offering ... but that seemed too forward, so instead she hung it over the arm of his chair nearest her.

Still kneeling, she again leaned into the side of his chair, hoping to feel his hand again caressing her hair.
 
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He saw her blush slighty he thought as he suggested removing her bra. Caressing her skin, made her shiver he sensed as he ran his finger along her soft silk like flesh.

She turned her head slightly to face him, and seemed to nod, look for him some form of approval. He wasn't sure, but to him that was what it seemed like.

He just nodded.

She knelt, and moments later, in what seemed a well practiced move, she removed her bra from under her top, revealing very little to him, other than the the actual bra itself when she placed it on the sofa. Whilst he was no expert, it seemed to him, to be a standard T-shirt style bra, with a hint of elegance, but more utilitarian rather than sexual.

But then she wasn't dressed to seduce him.

She settled down, remaining kneeling.

He smiled and reached out and caressed her cheek, before returning to stroking her hair.

"Feeling more comfortable Andrea?"

He sipped his wine as their eyes met, making him smile.

"So how much exeriecne do you have being submissive my potential pet? What would you want from a Master eh?? Ive had girlfriends, fuck buddies who had submissive traits, but I will admit I have never been involved in a true Ds relationship.... Not that is wha tI am offering" he interjected.

"Nor am I dismissing it. It would have to develop between us over time"
 
Ok, so he's not proposing a full D/s relationship ... not yet.

Did that mean they were just flirting? Just talking? Just getting comfortable?

In which case, she wasn't his pet!

And much to her surprise, that disappointed Andrea; and yet his hand on her cheek, and stroking her hair was so nice. Sigh ...

"I've never been in a D/s relationship, but I guess in all my fantasies I take a submissive role ..." she hesitated, wondering how much she should admit.

"I've no idea what i'd want from my Master, never having thought about it, but being 'petted' is definitely on the list!" Looking up at Adrian and grinning.

Of course, she meant 'being treated as a pet', and didn't think how ambiguous her reply was
 
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Adrian listened to Andrea's response to his question about what she was looking for from a potential Master.

"I've no idea what i'd want from my Master, never having thought about it, but being 'petted' is definitely on the list!"

"Being Petted my alluring lodger? Now that sounds intriguing." Hi eyes met hers before he glanced down as he leant forward, moving his fingers back to cup her cheek, to ensure she was focussed on him by preventing her cheek from moving. His lips were close as he looked down and saw the cleavage of her breasts as they hung naturally under her woollen top.

"MMmmmmm Andrea your breasts are rather enticing..." as he ran a finger down her chin, and neck towards her cleavage, but stopping at the neckline of her jumper. His voice was soft, some how sensual as he spoke quietly, but then his lips were close to her face.

"So my possible pet to be.... what is on your mind now? How aroused are you? Is your cunt dying to be touched, to be pleasured? I know my cock is......"


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Andrea blushed at his sudden use of such crude and explicit sexual language. She wasn't quite ready for it, but had been enjoying the highly charged flirting loaded with future sexual promise.

But his touch and his tone were very seductive, and she so wanted to carry on being stroked like a pet.

Perhaps she should turn down the heat a little, and avoid a direct answer?

"I was wondering if you'd like to try the story for now? On the web site?"

She didn't look up, afraid that Adrian might guess what she's thinking, that he'd know that her nipples were full and swollen, and that she was wanting to rub her thighs together ...

One step at a time, she promised herself, one step at a time
 
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Adrian smiled as he looked deep into he eyes as he listened intently

"I was wondering if you'd like to try the story for now? On the web site?"

His hands were still caressing her facial features, moving from her cheeks to her lips and down her neck, caressing that erogenous zone at the base of a female's neck.

"Well I will need to think about my character and well to be honest I am not in the right frame of mine..."

He paused sipping his wine as he probed her lips slightly with his finger as his finger tip parted her lips.

"Besides who needs cyber sex when we the real thing seems to be lingering?"


As he finished speaking, he removed his finger, briefly nibbling on her lower lip.
 
Andrea wasn't sure how to respond.

It wasn't exactly that she wanted sex, though if she were in her room right now she would be masturbating gently but insistently, rubbing her juices liberally around, teasing her nipples ...

No, it was more she craved being Dominated, and if Adrian wanted to uee her for sex .., that was ok ...

So she let him nibble on her lip, offering no resistance.
 
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