Slowly turning into her cuckold domestic servant

[hellomynameis3579]

I catch you, looking as sexy as ever in your casual high shorts and flip-flops resting on the chair opposite you, a glow of sweat from the hot, humid summer air on this Friday evening. Me, David, I'm just returning back to my basement apartment under yours after a Friday day shift at the local grocery store. I'm tired and a bit of a loner, so I don't have any plans for this weekend. After all, I'm a 23-year-old who just graduated a bachelor's program in computer science this past Spring, and most of the people I would see throughout school have moved back to their hometown.

I have an intense crush on you, although I can tell you're at least a decade older and are much further along in every way: career, wealth, confidence, social skills, and, I assume, dating life, based on things I hear happening above my ceiling. I can't help but fantasize about being with you, despite my inexperience as a barely-non-virgin. I'm not ugly by any means, but I'm just not suave or confident in myself, like I see alot of the more "alpha" guys I went to university with.

I have to walk by you to get to the door to my basement apartment, but notice you sitting there drinking a beer, seemingly no plans for the night. I just give a little glance to you and say "Hey there", desperately hoping you can read my mind and invite me to hang out with you for the evening.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane Tennant stared out of the window. It was Friday evening and she'd allowed herself a rare beer to celebrate the end of another working week. Jane tried to look after her body with plenty of exercise and a healthy diet, but she wasn't obsessed, so alcohol every now and again was fine

As she sat looking out of the window, she saw her tenant, Mike pass by on the way to his basement apartment. Jane knew Mike had the hots for her. Whenever they met he always had that eager puppy look about him. Almost to the point of wetting himself with excitement.

Mike was way too young for her but, as it happened, she was in need of a hand shifting some equipment that Saturday morning and she wasn’t above playing him for some free labour.

Jane was a trained sports’ therapist, she’d been to college and everything. In her twenties she’d worked with football teams and individual athletes but now, in her thirties she ran a small sports injury clinic, serving the local community mainly.

When her grandparents had died they’d left her some money and she’d decided to buy an old town house, converting half of it into a working space and using the other half to live in. Things had gone well at first but then Covid had come along. The virus had nearly killed her business and Jane had done everything she could to keep it from going under.

She'd rented out the basement of her house for a start which had brought in much needed cash. The other thing she'd done was become an only fans model. Careful not to show her face, Jane took pictures and videos of herself and displayed them on the site. She was petite without much in the way of breasts however although she did have a tight little body which appealed to some.

At first she didn’t do that well though, until she began inserting dildos into her orifices and filming it. She narrated how it felt as she took the dildos inside her and there seemed to be a market for that. Over time the dildos got larger and larger, the contrast against her petite body making them seem bigger. At that point the much needed money began to roll in and she survived Covid, in fact it proved very lucrative. But over time the market had become saturated and while she still made money it wasn’t as much these days. She needed a new angle if she was going to continue.

Before Mike had the chance to disappear into his apartment Jane got up and lifting the window, shouted.

“Mike, are you free tomorrow morning by any chance? I need some help moving a new treatment table upstairs.”

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of Jane’s voice. He had been lost in his own thoughts, the mundane rhythm of his daily routine broken by the sudden promise of spending time with the woman he had been quietly crushing on since moving into her basement apartment. His mind raced with images of her toned legs, the way she carried herself with confidence, and the gentle lilt of her laugh that seemed to echo through the floorboards above.

Despite the shame it would bring him to admit, Mike has masturbated many times to fantasies involving Jane. He was a frequent peruser of femdom porn, and loved to watch men at the behest of beautiful women. He loved to watch them worship the ground they walk on, acting as their ottoman, or being forced to clean their toilet with a toothbrush. There's one video where she even makes him brush his teeth after with it, which Mike fondly remembers. Mike has inserted Jane into these types of fantasies many times.

Despite his inexperience with women, Mike knew that he was smitten with Jane. The mere thought of being near her, even under the guise of helping with some heavy lifting, was enough to stir a whirlwind of excitement in his stomach.

He had grown up in a small town, shy and often overlooked, which had led to a rather sparse dating history. His few encounters had been awkward and unfulfilling, leaving him with a deep-seated insecurity about his ability to charm anyone, let alone someone as seemingly unattainable as Jane.

Yet, here she was, asking for his help. He quickly composed himself, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “Yeah, I should be able to help you out. What time do you need me?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane could tell Mike was blushing as he agreed to help. He seemed so painfully embarrassed around her. She wondered if he was the same with all girls

"How about ten thirty?" she suggested. "Don't worry if you're late though. Any time is good."

On Saturday Jane got up early and went out for a run . She ran most days in the morning, before it got too hot. After showering she put on the oversized shirt that she used as a robe. It had belonged to an ex body builder boyfriend. He'd always liked seeing her in it, especially when she bent over, as it only just covered her backside. Then she went down to the kitchen and made some breakfast.

As she sat with her coffee, juice and muesli, Jane perused the stats on her Only Fans page. Her subscriptions were slipping and she knew she needed to work harder at her social media links, directing prospective subscribers to her site. It was easy to see how it could be a full time job for some influencers and Jane knew she wasn't that tech savvy.

Time must have slipped by as she considered her options because the next thing she knew was Mike knocking at the front door.

Without giving much thought to her state of dress, she got up and opened the front door to him

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike's heart thudded in his chest as he saw Jane standing in the doorway. The early morning light painted her in a soft glow, and the oversized shirt she wore, hugging her tightly in some places and leaving others to the imagination, did little to hide her athletic figure. She looked radiant despite the simplicity of her attire, and Mike's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He felt his cheeks warm up as he took in the sight of her.

He had masturbated last night to some femdom porn, his usual, watching a naked submissive man, likely a bit older than Mike himself, laying on the ground parallel to a couch. A beautiful petite women, who looked about the same age and coincidentally, or not - like Jane, sat on the couch with one foot on the submissive man's cock, another on his face. Simultaneously, she was stroking the cock of a clearly more physically imposing man sitting beside her. The most humiliating part of the video was when the man on the couch brought his foot to the submissive man's mouth, and he pathetically worshipped the bottom of his soles. He seemed resigned to his place.

He couldn't help but envision Jane as the woman on the couch and himself on the floor.

Clearing his throat, he managed to mumble a greeting. "Hi, Jane. You look... I mean, you're up early." He quickly averted his gaze, focusing instead on the task at hand. "So, where's this table you need help with?"

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane couldn't help chuckling silently to herself at Mike's obvious discomfort and a devilish though crossed her mind as she bent down to pick up her running shoes. She bent over just enough to give him a glimpse of the tops of her thighs without letting him see all of the goods.

"I'll just go and change," she offered. "Make yourself a coffee if you want."

Upstairs in her bedroom, Jane took off her shirt then thought about what to wear. Since she was going to be moving stuff she decided on a pair of old running leggings and a tee shirt. Then she found some old trainers and walked back into the kitchen and began to explain to Mike what needed doing.

In order to accommodate her business, Jane had converted the original downstairs living room into a therapy room. The adjacent kitchen diner had been made over too and now served the dual purpose of a kitchen and reception area.

Jane's personal space was on the upper floor of the house, providing a convenient sound barrier between her and her lodger in the basement. It consisted of her main bedroom, a second bedroom that now served as a living room and a third bedroom which was a study/den. The den was where she filmed most of her only fans videos. She'd bought a couple of cameras and some lights and, these along with her toys, were all stored in there.

Jane had ordered a new steel and aluminium therapy table to replace the old wooden one she'd used in the therapy room since setting up the business. It had cost a fortune and weighed a ton but it was super comfortable seemed to be infinitely adjustable. She now needed to locate this in the space currently occupied by her old wooden table, but, as he hoped to sell the wooden table, she needed to disassemble it then move it up the stairs to the den and store it in there until she could put it on ebay or gumtree.

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving the floor as he listened to Jane's instructions. He felt like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of being near her, even if it was just to help with manual labor.

He followed her into the therapy room, the air thick with the scent of liniment and the faint aroma of clean sweat from the countless athletes she had treated over the months. The room was sparse but functional, with various pieces of equipment neatly arranged along the walls. The old wooden table in the center looked sturdy and well-used, a stark contrast to the gleaming new one that was still in its packaging, leaning against the far wall.

Mike took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as Jane began explaining the process of disassembling the old table. She moved with a grace that seemed at odds with the physicality of the task ahead, her toned arms flexing slightly as she pointed out the bolts and screws that needed removing. He nodded along, his eyes lingering on the smooth curves of her body, the way her leggings hugged the firm muscles of her thighs and the way her shirt stretched slightly as she gestured. He knew he should be paying more attention to her instructions, but his thoughts kept straying to his secret late-night viewing habits, to the way those women in the videos moved with such authority.

With trembling hands, he began to unscrew the bolts, his mind racing with thoughts of her strong, capable hands touching the same spots. Each twist of the screwdriver was a silent prayer that she wouldn't catch him ogling, that she wouldn't realize the depth of his infatuation. As they worked, the room grew warmer, and the sweat began to bead on his forehead. He was acutely aware of her proximity, the heat of her body so close to his.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane was aware of Mike eyeing her up but it didn’t bother her. Try being the only woman in a male locker room if you wanted to experience true ogling. She’d been there many times administering pain relief to athletes. Some had tried to hit on her while she was working and while she’d dated a few out of work, she’d had to protect her reputation when she was being paid. Otherwise she’d have been a laughing stock.

She felt sorry for Mike in a way though, it looked like he didn’t get too much contact with actual women. But then hadn’t he done something like computer studies at college. That would explain it. They were all nerds weren’t they. Some didn’t even realise that women existed. Mike didn’t seem to be one of them though. He seemed painfully aware that women existed he was just unable to interact with them.

When they’d disassembled the bench they carried the parts upstairs into the den. Jane led the way but as she walked into the room she realised she’d left the cameras and lights on stands and the lid to her dildo box open.

When she noticed the lid she rushed to close it, hoping that Mike hadn’t noticed anything. She knew she was blushing afterwards and felt the need to explain.

“This is where I do my instructional videos for rehabilitation exercises,” she tried to say. “I make them for clients and I'm trying to post a series on you tube, although I’m not great with technology.”

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike felt his face grow hot as he caught a glimpse of the open dildo box and the professional-grade cameras on stands. He knew that his cheeks were flaming red and that there was no way he could feign ignorance now. He stumbled over his words, trying to find something, anything to say to diffuse the tension that had suddenly filled the room like a balloon ready to pop.

"Oh, right," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "That's...that's pretty cool." He quickly averted his gaze to the wooden table parts in his hands, trying to focus on the task at hand. Inside, his mind was racing with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts, but he knew better than to voice them. He had to keep it together; he couldn't let her know just how much she affected him.

He carefully placed the wooden pieces in the corner of the room. "Um, where do you want me to put these?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't bring it up again.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane showed Mike where to put the remainder of the bench and then afterwards they went back downstairs. It had been an awkward moment for everyone concerned. However much she wanted to believe otherwise Mike must have seen the dildos before she'd had a chance to close the lid. She couldn't help wondering what he must have made of them or for that matter whether he even knew what they were. Then that got her thinking about whether he watched porn or not.

With the old table gone, with Mike's help they managed to manhandle the new table into position. Then they stripped off its protective packaging and Jane stood back to admire her new acquisition. It looked good and certainly an improvement on the old table. She climbed up onto it to try it out. First she lay on her tummy then she turned over and lay on her back.

"Pretty good," she declared. "I hope my clients appreciate it."

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment that Jane had seemingly ignored the awkward moment in the den. He was relieved that she hadn't called him out on it, but at the same time, he was disappointed that he hadn't had the courage to be honest about what he'd seen. He was painfully aware of his own inexperience, and he knew that being so obviously flustered around her wasn't helping his cause.

As Jane climbed onto the table and began to test it out, Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of desire. The way she lay there, stretching out on the cool, gleaming surface, was like watching a goddess recline on an altar. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Her body looked so perfect in that moment, the contours of her form begging to be traced by his gaze. Especially after the..."incident"...he couldn't help but sexualize her as she lay there.

"I'm sure they'll appreciate the upgrade! Not that the wooden one was bad..." he said shyly, not sure of what to input in the wake of what had happened.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane knew Mike was staring at her and she couldn't help over emphasizing her movement slightly, just for effect. For a moment she wondered what he would have done had she invited him to touch her. Probably creamed his pants she thought. She toyed with finding out but decided against it. Mike was a nice young man. He didn't deserve to be humiliated for her amusement especially after he'd spent the last hour and a half helping her out.

"Well, thanks for your help Mike," she told him getting up from the new table. "Honestly, I don't know what i would have done if you hadn't been around. I owe you one."

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike felt a flicker of hope when Jane mentioned owing him one. He hadn't been expecting any kind of payment for his assistance, but if it meant more opportunities to be near her, he'd take it. His heart raced as he imagined what she means by "owing him one", and what kind of favors she might ask of him in the future.

Of course, Mike was far too submissive and a push-over to ask for anything in return, and would continue helping Jane with anything she asked just to remain in her orbit.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that!" He suggested, although in a manner that betrayed that he never would. If it wasn't already clear, Jane could pretty much call Mike to help her with anything and he will never so much as ask for a thank you.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

On Saturday night, Jane went out with a group of friends for a drink. They were a mixed bunch but most of them had sport as a common interest, some brought their partners along. Some, like Jane, came alone. It was almost inevitable that Steve would be there however, just like it was almost inevitable that he and Jane would hook up. Steve was the previous owner of Jane’s shirt/gown and for a while the two of them had dated. But it had fizzled out and now they were just good friends and occasional fuck buddies.

Steve had been in the army but was now a bodybuilder, personal trainer and a reasonably successful male model. His body was a mass of tattoos which gave him a bit of a menacing look. He also had the largest cock Jane had ever experienced, which after playing with the dildos for her site, she’d come to appreciate. Steve was also the only man who knew about Jane’s only fans site. He’d helped to set it up and had even taken some of the videos of her. More than once she’d asked him to do some boy girl videos with her but he’d refused, worried that somebody might recognise his tattoos.

As they lay on the bed after sex that night, Jane recounted the story of Mike and the open box of dildos to Steve.

“Sounds like a bit of a pussy,” Steve told her.

“I think you’re right,” she replied then added. “I also think he may have a bit of a crush on me too. He goes all red when looks at me and when I lay back on the new couch today he didn’t know where to look.”

“Geek,” Steve chuckled.

“While we’re talking about dildos. Would you do some more filming of me? It’s better when the camera moves about. I’ll make it worth your while,” she giggled.

In truth there were plenty of girls who were ready to make it worth Steve's while but Steve had a soft spot for Jane

“Sure, let me know when,” he replied.

On Sunday morning Jane sat in Steve’s lap in the kitchen with a coffee in her hand dressed in his shirt. The sex had been good and they probably had one last fuck in them before Steve left. Under the shirt Steve fingered her pussy which was driving Jane wild but then, as they sat canoodling, she saw Mike out of the window and said

“That’s the guy I was telling you about,”

Steve got up and yelled through the window

“Hey Mike, come on up for a coffee.”

“Steve, what are you doing?” Jane laughed

“Just checking out your new admirer,” he chuckled.

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike was on his way to his old school campus, wanting to use their 3D printer on his day off, but he made a split-second decision to follow Steve's voice. It was not what he was expecting from Jane's windows, but any excuse to enter her world was welcome.

When Mike entered, he could quickly tell that Steve was not a client by both of their outfits. The smell of sex was also obvious to most, but Mike wasn't experienced enough to catch onto that.

"Hey Mike, the name is Steve! Jane told me all about you! Care for a coffee? A friend of Jane's is a friend of mine," Steve offered a handshake.

"Umm...sure, thank you," Mike shook Steve's oversized hand, and glanced over to Jane, confused and looking for answers.

"How do you take your coffee?" Steve asked.

"Just a bit of cream please" Mike answered.

Steve got the attention of Jane as he caught her eye, but made sure Mike couldn't see him. After pouring the cream in, Steve used his fingers - the same ones he had just used to finger Jane - to stir the coffee.

"There you are, mate" as he handed the coffee to Mike.

"Thanks Steve," Mike responded as he took the coffee and took an initial sip, oblivious to what he's drinking. Steve smirks to himself and eyes Jane as he watches Mike drink the coffee.

"So how do you two know eachother?" Mike asks.

"Old friends!" Steve answers back quickly. He is the complete opposite of Mike in terms of everything: confidence, physique, and social acuity. The contrast between the two couldn't be more stark when they converse. Mike is seemingly afraid to share so much as an opinion, while Steve would tell you your opinion is wrong.

"Let's just say Jane and I know eachother very well. Maybe she would care to explain more. Don't want to be in the dog house, you know what I mean, mate?" Steve says jokingly to Mike. He's enjoying putting Jane in this uncomfortable position.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Although Jane could see that Steve was being a bit of a dick, she couldn't help being attracted to the Alphas of this world. She watched as he stirred Mike's coffee with the finger he'd had up her only moments earlier and chuckled to herself because it was Steve that had done it. Steve was one of the cool kids and Jane had always sided with the cool kids, even if it meant being cruel to the uncool kids.

"How do you know each other?" Mike asks

Let's just say Jane and I know each other very well. Maybe she would care to explain more..." Steve replies.

"I work for a charity that helps mentally impaired people lead fulfilling lives in the community. I'm Steve's outreach worker," Jane laughed.

Steve slapped her backside hard causing Jane to squeal before revealing the truth.

"Steve and I used to date," Jane explains. "Nowadays we're just friends with benefits,".

"Truth is, Mikey, she can't get enough of my enormous dick," Steve laughs.

Steve pulls Jane back into his lap and as he does her shirt rides up exposing a neatly trimmed bush. Steve reaches down and toys with her pussy.

"Who'd have thought you could fit such big things into such a sweet, eh Mike?" Steve asks. "But after seeing her toys I'm guessing you already know that."

Despite being put on display, Jane can't help enjoying Steve's attention and rather than being embarrassed she laughs at his words.

"Steve you're embarrassing poor Mike," she jokes, while secretly enjoying the discomfort of one of the uncool kids

 

[hellomynameis3579]

Mike is immediately embarrassed and doesn't know what to do. He feels like a goldfish swimming with sharks, far out of his depths.

He takes a quick glance at Jane's pussy when Steve reveals it and looks away in a split second, feeling like he's intruding, even though clearly Steve is the one causing this whole uncomfortable situation.

"I'll just head out..." Mike barely mumbles out while starting to stand up.

"Oh Mike, I'm sorry, sorry mate! Don't go now, where are my manners?" Steve stands up and walks towards Mike. While Steve isn't standing between him and the door, it's clear that Steve can get his way and will not "allow" Mike to leave.

Steve reaches out his hand - the same one he just used on Jane - to shake Mike's hand. Although Mike is embarrassed, he doesn't know how to handle the situation and simply reaches his hand out.

"Want to smell it?"

Mike is completely flustered, not knowing what to say in response, and looking to Jane for an answer.

"Oh, don't be shy now. You've already tasted it, anyways," Steve says, glancing over to Mike's coffee mug.

Mike is completely dumbfounded, and looks back and forth between Steve and Jane, looking for an answer but not knowing what to do. He's frozen, and feels like he's about to get sucked into a situation he was not expecting.