Looking for a dominant male to RP this scenario...

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I'm your barely 18 y/o (male) babysitter. Unbeknownst to me you had a hidden camera in the house and caught me trying on a pair of your wife's panties. You say nothing at the time, but started to plan. When vacation time comes you told me that you'd need me to babysit for the week up at the cottage. Your wife and kids supposedly went to the cottage first and you gave me a ride up afterward. But when we get there...no wife and kids (they went vacationing elsewhere)...just you and I. You tell me what you saw me do on the camera, and that you have plans for me to be your girlfriend for the week.

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Andy Brown was looking forward to the next few days. His wife and kids had gone to visit her sister and her kids. He planned to go up to the cottage for a few days by himself. There was a golf course nearby; the cottage was in a secluded spot on a lake. Plenty of time for golf and plenty of time just to relax.

And then - he discovered the neighbor who watched their boys on occasion trying on his wife's panties. Convincing him to join them for a week at the cottage was an easy sell - enjoy the cottage with the family and get paid for it. The kid jumped at the chance.

Here they were, Andy and the unsuspecting teen on their way to the cottage, with a few extra pairs of panties in my suitcase just for you!!
 
When Mr. Brown had offered to hire Steve to babysit up at the family cottage for their week vacation he jumped at the chance! All things considered, Mr. Brown was a real ass hole, as was his son, but Steve never let on how much he disliked Mr. Brown. This would be a great vacation!
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I forced myself to sleep most of the drive in order to avoid too much conversation with Mr. Brown. But eventually, as webarred the cottage I awoke and Mr. Brown said we were almost there. A few minutes later we pulled into the wooded drive. When the cottage was in sight I frowned. He said his wife and kids were already up at the cottage, but I didn't seeher car anywhere...
 
Stopping in front of the cottage, "Come on in. Your bedroom is upstairs on the left. Take your suitcase up there. Joey's room is on the right. Our bedroom is here on the first floor."

I toss my suitcase on the bed in the master, open it and take out a pair of my wife's panties and wait in the living room for you to come back down.

As you come back down, I see the questioning look on your face, realizing that my wife and Joey are not here. Getting right to it, I toss my wife's panties to you. "Put them on. I know you like to wear them; I have the video at home to prove it. So, Steve . .. or shall I call you Stevie, you are going to be my little girl for the week."
 
I immediately recognize the panties and it feels like the bottom dropped out of my stomach. I can feel myself break out in a cold sweat, and I know that my facial expression is betting me. Nevertheless, I begin babbling...

"I...I...don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Brown...I've never....what's...I don't..."

I'm speechless.
 
"Shut the fuck up, Stevie. Do I need to show you the videos I have from our bedroom at home . . the ones that show you looking thru my wife's dresser drawers and picking out some panties, including the pair you are holding right now. Then trying them on and rubbing your cock thru the material . . . I bet you probably went home and shot a load of cum just thinking about her panties. Now strip and put them on."
 
You can see my mind contemplating the facts...

"Then...then what, Mr. Brown? OK, you caught me...and I'm really sorry...and it will never happen again...I...so...if I put these on then what? Will you just...can you just not say anything and let it go? I promise..."
 
"I don't think you are in much of a position to bargain, Stevie. Who do you want me to refrain from telling? My wife . . . your parents . . . the cops?"

I can see that you are really wondering just what will happen this week . . . you slept all the way up here. You have no fucking idea where you are or how to even get back to town.

"Let's face it, Stevie . . . you are mine for the week, and what I say goes. Understood? And by the way . . . for the rest of the week, you will refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. Is that clear?"

"Now strip . . . here and now . . . and get your panties on!"
 
My heart sinks...defeated...

I contemplate for a moment, knowing I'm caught. I slowly remove my feet from the sandals I'm wearing and move them to the side with my foot. Next I remove my t-shirt. I pause...then in one motion I pull down my shorts and boxers. You can tell I'm feeling completely defenseless standing naked before you. I take the panties...and slowly pull them on...
 
"OK, Stevie, turn slowly around, hands over your head. Let me see just what kind of a body my little girl has." Watching you pivot slowly, your hard cock straining against the material of the panties . . . wondering if your nipples are getting hard too . .

This is going to be a fun week . . 6 more days . . . and a virgin to break in!!
 
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I'm completely embarrassed, but I obey your command. Inside my feelings are torn...I'm trying to suppress the thrill of wearing panties...with the ass hole next door watching me, no less. My mind is racing...What does he have in mind???
 
"Stevie, my little girl . . . I can tell by that hard clit in your panties that you are liking this, even if you don't want to admit it. You no longer have a cock, that is a girly clit between your legs now. And as much as you don't like me, and I know that, you are mine now . . . to do with as I please for the rest of the week."

I can see your clit straining even more at the material . . . you are so fucking hard right now. What to do next . . . so many choices!!
 
A shiver goes through my body as I realize what a powerful position you are in...as opposed to my position. I look downat myself standing in a pair of your wife's panties. It's a complete contradiction...I look down at my rock hard clit straining...and my wild pubic hair bushing out the sides of the panties...I look at you with a helpless look on my face...
 
It has been a busy couple of days - getting the wife and Joey off to her sister's yesterday, getting everything ready to come up here for a week . .

"Stevie, I am going to take a shower. I want you to bring in the bags from the Jeep and put them in the kitchen. You are to wear only your panties; you may put your sandals on."

"After you have done that, come into my bathroom. Don't waste anytime. Any undue delay in submitting to my demands will result in punishment."
 
I look out the door. The distance to the car is not terribly far, and I know that no neighbors would be able to see, but the psychology of running outside in panties is unsettling...especially since I know this will require at least two trips! Nevertheless, I do my best to mentally prepare myself...then I quickly had out the door toward the car. I feel like I never moved with such haste in my life...and it really did require two trips. By the time I get all the luggage out of the car, into three house, and put into the rooms I'm breathing hard, and really sweating. I take a few moments to catch my breath...

Then, being mindful of how long this was taking, I head down to the bathroom, slowly open the door, and step in...
 
Hearing you enter the bathroom . . . both by the opening of the door and your breathing from running in and out of the house. We have a large ceiling-to-floor shower in our cottage, sufficiently roomy for two adults. My wife and I have had plenty of shower fun here.

"Keep you panties on, but join me in the shower, Steffi. . . (changing you from Stevie to Steffi)

As you step in, I keep my back to you, but can feel your eyes scanning up and down my body, probably wondering just what my dick looks like . . .
 
As I step into the shower I feel the hot water sting my skin. The panties I'm wearing become instantly soaked and look semi-translucent. I wipe my hand across my face to rinse off some of the sweat. Meanwhile, I can't believe this is happening to me. I make sure to keep my distance so as not to touch you. Being that your back is toward me I have a fleeting thought that maybe somehow I could get the upper hand....

But then I look down at the panties I'm wearing, the fact that while I'm tall, I'm also thin and not all that string either...my confidence falters and I do nothing but stand in the hot shower behind you with my head bowed...
 
Turning around to ace you, my cock still soft, I hand you the shower gel, "OK, Steffi, I need to cock and balls washed. Start at my neck, down my chest and belly, then my cock and balls. Show me what a soft touch my little girl has."
 
With a trembling hand I take the shower gel from you and then grab a shower puff. I slowly squeeze some gel into it and work it into a lather. Starting at your neck I gently scrub in small circles, working my way downward. I can see you gloating...thoroughly enjoying the sensation. I keep working my way downward, trying to find ways to stall the inevitable. Finally I realize that, not only can I not stall any longer, but a strange curiosity surfaces in me. Despite the fact that I hate your guts...I've never touched another cock...

With one hand I reach gently under your balls and lift them up...I squeeze shower gel on the whole mass...then gently begin scrubbing your meat stick...
 
"Take a good look, Steffi . . . you are going to become really good friends with him over the next few days." My cock is still soft, but under your soft caresses and rubbing with the shower gel, I do start getting a little hard, which I can see you eyes widen when it starts standing straight out in front of me.

Pre-cum starts to form on the head; I'm sure you know what that means. "Go ahead, Steffi, wipe off the head with your finger." I see you start to pull back; I grab the back of your head with my hand and hold you right there . . . eyes right in front of a hard cock that you are going to service this week.
 
My heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement! I extend my index finger and bring it to the tip of your cock. Then I very carefully wipe it with an upward motion. The precum comes off onto my fingertip and as I draw it away a characteristic strand forms before breaking under the water.

I look up at your imposing figure. You don't have to say a word...I know what you expect me to do. I open my mouth, insert the tip of my finger and suck off the precum...it's salty, and slippery on my tongue...I feel the blood surge into my clit.
 
Realizing that you are probably struggling with some "pain" in your balls and, therefore, unable to focus on what I will be expecting from you over the few hours and days, I look down at you. "Stand up, Steffi and remove your panties."

As you start to stand, I stroke my cock a bit, sliding my fist from my body to the head and back again, the surface slick from the pre-cum and shower gel. "Tell me honestly, Steffi, do you need to cum?" I know you do, but I am testing your ability to be truthful at all times!!
 
I feel myself blush and all at once realize just how aroused I am. Even so, I think to myself that as long as I'm hard like this I still retain some sort of masculinity. If I cum it will go limp and only serve to emphasize who is who in this situation. I wish I had more control over my body...but I don't!

"Yes, master," you hear me say in a soft tone.
 
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