lovescoldmetal
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- Sep 21, 2010
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Starts with a memory trigger - passing a house, overhearing a phrase, seeing a picture.
Which leads me to recall my summer job before leaving for university. I already cleaned for two of the older ladies in the village and one of them introduced me to the retired schoolmaster and suggested he could do with a bit of a hand.
Indeed he could - the house is absolutely crammed with stuff and, under his supervision, I set about cleaning and sorting, room by room. Gradually I become comfortable with him and his eccentric ways.
As I reach the back study I get a bit of a shock when I start to find pictures. Nothing too extreme at first, just a few upskirt shots but he notices my discomfiture which leads him to explain the term "voyeur" to me. Thus he allays my fears that he intends me any harm and gives me a little insight into those who enjoy watching.
Feeling reassured I see little harm in his request that I come wearing a white blouse. And that I clean wearing it with the top button open (finding a little extra in my pay packet). Once I have acceded to this request it seems churlish to refuse to wear the short grey pinafore dress he buys for me.
The story proceeds step by step in such a fashion. Each little "suggestion" he makes sounding oh so reasonable when he makes it, until I would no more think of refusing than bite off my own hand. I confess to being aroused by the fact that I know he is looking at my white panties. Even more aroused two days later when he wants me to take them off. Breathless and excited on the afternoon he makes me shave my pubic hair in front of him.
And so it goes. My limits are pushed further and further as he introduces me to harder pornography, never touching me but always watching. Where it ends is up to the writer.
But turns full circle to that memory flashback mentioned at the beginning of the story. Leaving a fond recollection of him and the part he played in making me the woman I am today.
Any takers??
Which leads me to recall my summer job before leaving for university. I already cleaned for two of the older ladies in the village and one of them introduced me to the retired schoolmaster and suggested he could do with a bit of a hand.
Indeed he could - the house is absolutely crammed with stuff and, under his supervision, I set about cleaning and sorting, room by room. Gradually I become comfortable with him and his eccentric ways.
As I reach the back study I get a bit of a shock when I start to find pictures. Nothing too extreme at first, just a few upskirt shots but he notices my discomfiture which leads him to explain the term "voyeur" to me. Thus he allays my fears that he intends me any harm and gives me a little insight into those who enjoy watching.
Feeling reassured I see little harm in his request that I come wearing a white blouse. And that I clean wearing it with the top button open (finding a little extra in my pay packet). Once I have acceded to this request it seems churlish to refuse to wear the short grey pinafore dress he buys for me.
The story proceeds step by step in such a fashion. Each little "suggestion" he makes sounding oh so reasonable when he makes it, until I would no more think of refusing than bite off my own hand. I confess to being aroused by the fact that I know he is looking at my white panties. Even more aroused two days later when he wants me to take them off. Breathless and excited on the afternoon he makes me shave my pubic hair in front of him.
And so it goes. My limits are pushed further and further as he introduces me to harder pornography, never touching me but always watching. Where it ends is up to the writer.
But turns full circle to that memory flashback mentioned at the beginning of the story. Leaving a fond recollection of him and the part he played in making me the woman I am today.
Any takers??
