Chapter 2: First Date

Tawny’s drive home was filled with conflicting emotions. She stopped for a bite to eat and started trying to make sense of what had happened. In the course of one afternoon, her life had been turned upside down. On one hand, she had agreed to become the property of the person who had been so cruel to her son. But on the other, part of her felt an excitement at the prospect of being taken by such an imposing figure. She couldn’t help but feel conflicted as she drove towards her uncertain future.

When the woman had shaken hands with Samson, she had felt his hand clutch hers in a strong, confident grip. Tawny’s body trembled when she remembered the sound of his voice as he whispered his intentions in her ear. “He was going to enjoy her.”

Tawny shuddered at the thought. It was strange how his anger turned into lust so quickly, but she was unable to deny the truth of it. She knew that she would be hard pressed to deny the strong, powerful man whatever he had in mind for her.

The sun was dipping on the horizon and streetlights had started to glow around her. Tawny’s mind drifted as she wondered what Samson’s intentions would be. Would he demand a quickie? Would he want to do it in public? Her mind raced as she thought about what was in store for her.

Her son was safe, but what else would she have to do to keep him free of harm? She did not want to think about it but her more primal self was sending erotic imagery non-stop since making the agreement with the bully.

She felt her cheeks redden at the thought. She knew at some level that it would be sick to enjoy the attentions of the man that has caused her son no end of anguish, but it was the truth. Her body was reacting to the idea of having sex with such a powerful, imposing man. It was thrilling and erotic, even if it felt wrong.

She could feel the warmth of arousal between her legs. She could feel her excitement growing as she approached her house. She wondered if her son was waiting for her on the front porch, but she figured he was probably in his room. Tawny was just about to pull up into the driveway, but she stopped in her tracks.

She looked up and saw the silhouette of a man in front of the house. Her heart pounded as she realized that the man was Samson. She looked around frantically trying to find an avenue of escape but there was nowhere to go. She knew that she was cornered.

Tawny took a deep breath as she steeled herself to talk to Samson. The gang leader simply waited patiently outside the front door. She did not think she would have to pay on her end of the deal so soon.

“Samson, I ... What are you-?”

“I had to make sure I knew where you live. Are you going to invite me in or are you going to just stand here in front of your house?” Samson asked.

“Oh, yeah, here come in.” Tawny said looking up at the mountain of man as she slid meekly past the man brushing against his hard muscles as she did so.

Tawny showed the gang leader her house giving him a tour of her entire house including Daniel’s room. When Samson ordered her to follow him to her bedroom, she thought it was for sex. In truth she might have preferred sex than what Samson did do. The gang leader methodically went through all her clothing. He made the her get a trash bag and throw away all clothing that had zero sex appeal. In other words she had to get rid of her most comfortable clothes. All shoes with under 4” heels were tossed drastically reducing her inventory of footwear. Every pair of panty hose was thrown in the trash bag, leaving her with just a handful of stockings. All her plain bras were tossed.

Tawny felt so violated as she was slowly made to only have clothing that was attractive.

A shiver of anticipation passed through Tawny’s body as Samson spoke, declaring that he wanted her to feel the eyes of every man undressing her as if they owned her, and for her to understand the full extent of his control. His final demand seemed to hang in the air like an unstoppable force, “I expect you to enthusiastically follow my orders.”

Two days later,

For two days Tawny woke up with anxiety of a call that had not come. The only break from this feeling was the news that her son had not been accosted the past two days. He even said that Samson apologized to him for being so mean to him. The gang leader did not mention the arrangement Tawny had with him. He only mentioned his mother came to visit him and she was willing to help him see the opportunity of helping a gentleman such as himself.

Two days of tense anticipation and hanging dread had passed, with only the reassurance that her son was safe. Then as Tawny was stepping out to her car, a chill ran up her spine when she saw the text message. It read: “Your house 40 minutes naked and on your knees.” The words seemed to reach into her soul, confirming what she already knew; this would be their agreement, and the first step was going to be unbearable. Terror coursed through her veins and lodging itself in her heart.

The instructions were clear - she had forty minutes to make it home, strip and assume the position on her knees. All the apprehension she had experienced over the past two days came crashing down around her in a wave of dread, as she understood the implications of the message; this was the first step in their arrangement. She knew there was no going back now.

Thirty-Five minutes later...

Tawny cursed the heels she was forced to wear, feeling like heavy chains that slowed her every move. She fumbled with her keys before finally unlocking the door and kicking off her heels. As she looked at the clock that counted down her time limit, igniting a wave of anxiety within her, Tawny quickly fought with the fabric of her skirt until it unraveled from around her body. With only minutes left, she barely had enough time to unclasp her bra and slip out of the thin stockings that were now clawing at her legs. With each piece of clothing that hit the floor, Tawny’s heart pounded faster and faster as if in preparation for an impending storm. Just then, Samson opened the door and his imposing figure cast a shadowy silhouette over the room. Her eyes met his but all words disappeared from her tongue.

“Damn if that is not the sexiest sight.” Samson said grinning ear to ear. The man slowly walked right in front of the kneeling mother until his crotch was directly near eye level.

“Now for the next part. Greet me properly bitch.” Samson ordered without the slightest hint of foreplay.

Tawny looked up confused on the command from her son’s bully, her bully too now, if she thought about it.

“Damn slut I thought you said you were educated. Unzip my pants take my dick out and greet me properly, you dumb slut.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Tawny reached up and opened the zipper of the man’s pants revealing the bulge inside. Tawny felt her pussy quiver as she reached in to pull the hard swollen member out. She leaned her head back to look up at the man’s face and giving him a coy little smirk, “Greet you properly, like this?” she said, as she mocked him.