Watch What You Say
Chapter 1: The Conversation

Copyright© 2015 by Clansman

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Conversation - BDSM, Spanking. Fem Dom. Masturbation Sex. High school pupil gets his wish and attracts the attention of the girl who fills his fantasies. Though he does so, it comes at a cost. Is he willing to pay it. Yes he is , but he finds out the price is higher than he expected as her friends and others get involved

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Mind Control   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Mother   BDSM   FemaleDom   Spanking   Light Bond   Humiliation   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Water Sports  

We were fifth year high school students and pals. It was Saturday morning and we were sitting in a local café we liked. It wasn't Starbucks or Costa. It was run by an Italian family. They must have originally come from there, sometime in the distant past. It was just known locally as Izzy's.

We liked it because it was divided into booths. These comfortably seated six. You could squeeze in eight at a push. We liked it because the booths gave you the illusion of privacy. I say illusion, because this story will show that's all it was. The day this began, six of us boys had gathered and we were discussing our favorite topic. Yes, you are right, because you have probably guessed it was girls.

Maybe I should tell you a bit about myself before we go any further. My name is Bill Stuart. I am an 'A' student and I have two close friends, Paul and Pete. Although we went to different local primary schools, we met before high school. We were members of the same martial art school.

Now in our fourth year of high school, the three of us had long ago achieved black belt status. This was generally known, for our rather small local high school has less than five hundred pupils. This was especially true since it was the only secondary school in the town. So secrets were difficult to keep.

I said we were discussing girls. More properly, I should have said, we were discussing one girl, Sheila Fraser. Her Father was probably the wealthiest businessman in the county. He ran a big engineering company and several other businesses, including a haulage company. As a result, many of our pupils' parents worked for him.

My parents didn't because my mum is a primary teacher and my dad is the local butcher. This was handy, because I have a Saturday job working in the shop. This means I have a small, but steady income. I have been saving this since I am now in the fifth year I am now over seventeen and a half and I have just passed my driving test. With my dad's help, I hope to be able to afford a car. He has sort of promised if I save enough, he will make a contribution.

Anyway, to get back to Sheila Fraser and the discussion we had about her. She was a wet dream walking. Lovely red gold hair, at least 'c' but probably 'd' cup breasts. She has a trim waist, a beautiful ass, and long shapely legs. If all of us were being honest, I think we would confess she was a dominant figure in our masturbation fantasies. Alas, that was as close as any of us could hope to get in having our way with her. We generally regarded her as a snooty bitch.

"You know!" Paul said, "Even if one of us achieved the feat of marrying her, I bet she is so frigid, she would probably regard sex as a duty. It would be indulged in only to maintain the family line.

"Either that or she would be controlling bitch, who only dished out her favors as a reward for pleasing her. You would find yourself under control and your life dictated by her whims," Pete chipped in

"Yeah, one would be a right pussy whipped subservient male. She would be a woman who thought she was doing you a favor just by letting you into her presence." Paul added.

"Fuck that for a game of soldiers," John exclaimed, "Especially if she's as hoity-toity as her behavior suggests. Even the two girls she has as pals seem to be treated as lesser mortals. I bet they only put up with it because of who she is."

I laughed, "Come on guys, give her a break. Yeah, she acts like she knows her status in the community. Yeah, she seems to like controlling her situation and seems very reserved. She might, however, turn out to be right firecracker with the right kind of guy. You never know, that red hair might be a sign of fiery passion just waiting to be released."

"Huh! Fat chance man," Paul argued, "More likely, that same red hair might just mean a fiery temper. This means you'll have to watch your step if you displeased her."

"I bet she would want you fawning over her, just like the small group of girls she lets into her company. She would want to control your every move if you wanted any favors. Who wants a girl like that?" John asked.

We had nearly finished our drinks so I decided to close the discussion with a bit of honesty on my part.

"You can all say what you like, but I think, to go with that red hair, there is a really passionate nature just waiting to be released. If I got to be the one who had the chance to find out, she could control me any time. Not just any time either, but forever if she wanted it."

"You know, for a karate black belt, you can be a right pussy sometimes," Paul declared

"For a wet dream walking like her, I am more than willing to be pussy whipped. I bet I wouldn't be the only one either," I said as I stood up to go.

That got me a lot of derisive cries as we all got ready to leave.

"Despite your derision," I told them in my most haughty manner, " I still think she would worth it, pussy whipped or not."

That got me more hoots of derision we separated. Paul and Pete, lived near me, so we headed off in the same direction.

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