Not Your Little Boy Anymore

This picture could probably bring up multiple fantasy lines. Here’s what it pulled out of my head.

She hadn’t been invited to the graduation party. June, his mother, knew there was some kind of connection between her young son and Angie, the woman next door. She’d moved in beside the single mother and her son when Tommy was a freshman.  At first things were fine. Tommy was simply the gangly kid next door that mowed her grass and did other odd jobs around house for extra cash.

After a few years things changed. He began to struggle keeping eye contact with her, his eyes were always drifting to her boobs, not that she could blame him. After all she knew she has some really nice boobs. She also caught him staring at her whenever she was out sunbathing in her bikini.

One day he was so distracted by watching her he accidently blew a bunch of grass into the pool. Angie yelled at him,

“Tommy! Watch what you’re doing! Damn it! I just paid to have that pool cleaned yesterday! I ought to bend you over my knee and spank your ass!”

Tommy looked horrified and instantly got an erection which only embarrassed him further. Angie found his erection very enlightening. Tommy let go of the mower and dashed for home. Angie mulled over Tommy’s reaction. Was it just an inopportune erection, or was there something deeper at work here. She’d never considered sex with him. He was much too young and while she and June weren’t friends she did respect her and would not take advantage of her son. Besides, she was pretty sure he had no idea she had a penis.

A week went by and the grass was starting to get tall so she texted Tommy and asked him to come over so they could talk it out. He agreed and a few minutes later was sitting on her couch. She was wearing a short black skirt, stockings, heals and a button up blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. Angie figured if he got another erection with her dressed like this he was just a normal red blooded boy.

“Thanks for coming Tommy. I’m sorry I yelled at you last week. I was all stressed out about work. More iced tea?” She leaned down to give him a good look down the front of her blouse as she served him. No erection. Interesting. Now to try theory two. “But I was also pretty upset. It costs a lot of money to get that pool cleaned and when you blow grass into it the very next day I feel like I should be allowed to be angry and even spank you!” She said this sternly and was instantly rewarded with his hard on. His hand went to his crotch to try to hide it. “I think you’ve been a bad, bad boy Tommy.” She stood right infront of him, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, looking down on him sternly. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”

Tommy squirmed in his seat for a moment then made to duck past her for the door.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” He did. “TURN AROUND!” Again he followed orders, with both of his hands covering his aching appendage. His face was glowing with euphoric humiliation. Angie had her answer. He was incredibly turned on and her control was complete. She feels a familiar thrill of power surge through her as their rolls solidify. “You will be graduating soon and by that time you will be an adult. I will punish you then. But until that time we will go on as if nothing has changed and I will torture you with words and visions. Only in your actual punishment will you find release. Do we understand each other?”

Tommy nodded and for the rest of the school year she ordered him around her house. She was stern, demanding, aggressive and everything he desired. She would wear her lacy things around the house and a bikini when outside. She would get close to him, close enough to smell her and never touch him. She built up how she was going to punish him, make him hers and take control in ways he couldn’t imagine. Tommy had a constant erection whenever he was near her.

There were two weeks left in the school year when June showed up on Angie’s front step one afternoon.

“Tommy won’t be working for you anymore. I’m not sure what’s been going on between you two, but it has to stop. He needs to focus on his life. Not you. He’s my little boy and I want him to be successful and go to college and meet a nice girl, get married and have some babies. You’re not part of that picture. So it’s over. Understand?” Angie smiled a genuinely compassionate smile.

“I never meant to be a distraction to Tommy and I’m sorry if I have been. If that is your wish, I will honor it. However I want you to tell him it’s your choice. I don’t want him to think it’s coming from me. Deal?”

June nodded and stomped back home.

Two weeks later Tommy graduated and there was a big party at his house. Lots of family and friends came by to visit. As the party was winding down June noticed that Tommy was missing. She looked through the house and couldn’t find him anywhere. Suddenly she knew where he was. June dashed out of the house and jogged over to Angie’s. She knocked on the door and rang the bell several times, but no one answered. She tired the knob and the door swung open. Deeper in the home she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. She marched into the family room and found Angie and Tommy going at it, but she was confused. Uncertainly she said,

“Tommy?!” Angie looked back over her shoulder as she was at last punishing Tommy and said,

“I guess he’s not your little boy anymore.”

Top Girls: Rare but out there.

My stories frequently depict very dominant scenes. Strong top girls taking the men they want and not caring about anything else. I love to write these stories.  They set my mind free from the everyday hum drum, allowing me to explore a world that I want to visit, even if I am not sure I want to live there.

Top girls take my breath away. The more beautiful they are the more I stand in awe of how they can make a guy feel. I am sure that if I ever met my muse, Foxy Angel, or any of the the other amazing tops that grace adult entertainment I would be completely tongue tied. Stammering out how beautiful she is while shivering in my skin, sure in the knowledge that she could spread my legs and take me places I have only ever dreamed about.

I read in chat rooms that there are no true tops out there. The ones that do top are only doing it for the money. I wonder if that is true? Is it a simple case of economics? As soon as there is enough money in the bank for that last big surgery will they walk through that hospital door and knock those last dusty bits of maleness from their pumps? Maybe. If you spend your whole life dreaming of having wings to fly and the doctor tells you he can make it happen, are you going to continue riding around in a plane? Doubtful.

But I don’t buy into that chat room BS that its all about the money. If that were the case wouldn’t more girls take the final cut as soon as possible? Okay, so I can hear the cynics out there saying their just riding the gravy train till time and gravity forces them into the station. I’m sure some are doing exactly that, which is no different than a pro athlete milking his talent to the end so who can blame them?

I think there are changes just over the horizon. To my eye there are more top girls out there than ever before and finding their work on the internet is easier than ever. They are still rare and special, but not unicorn rare, more like eagle rare. Which means that you can find them if you know where to look.  I believe there are girls out there who have realized being a beautiful top is to be worshiped. Guys are begging and pleading you to take them and make them your own. If you are a top girl, whether all the time or just when it suits you, I would encourage you to embrace it. Be that Eagle so many guys are searching for and know what it is to be worshiped.