Chapter 2: Jeff Takes Charge

I shivered and my pussy released a surge of fluid. I may even have had a little orgasm. All from four little words: My fantasy begins now.

For months I had been contemplating this, and now I was committed. Could I go through with it? Could Jeff? I loved Jeff like a brother, but we would now start a whole new relationship. I just signed my body over to him. I gave him carte blanche. I know he is my best friend; that he loves me. I know that he is a thoughtful person, not prone to irrationality. However I just handed him the keys to my body.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I realized that Jeff owned my body. In all likelihood he would be fucking me in just moments!

"Stand up," Jeff said.

I stood up in front of him, and Jeff signaled that I should turn around. I turned in front of him as he appeared to evaluate my body. Then he pointed to the corner of my room and said, "Go stand over there with your nose touching the corner of your room."

My mouth dropped open. He was sending me to the corner like he was punishing me. He didn't ask me to take my clothes off or give him a blowjob; he just sent me to the corner like a naughty girl! I went to the corner and pressed up against it as he instructed. I heard Jeff leave the room, and about five minutes later I heard him come back. Then I heard him going through my drawers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Did you tell me that you would do everything that I asked of you?" Jeff asked in a harsh voice.

"Yes," I responded.

"And having offered to let me put your head in the toilet while a dog fucks you and my sister pisses on you pretty much makes you a filthy, skanky slut, doesn't it?" he asked.

"I guess," I said in a quiet voice.

"And given that you are such a filthy slut, I can punish you any way that I see fit, right?" he demanded.

"Yes," I replied.

"Then press your trashy body against that wall and keep your dirty mouth shut!" he yelled.

I pressed harder against the wall, tears dripping from my eyes. It had started already! He has lost respect for me. Then I realized something else. There was a large wet spot on the front of my jeans!

"Ho, ho!" he said. "What have we here?" He had been going through my drawers. It sounded like he was removing items, and now I heard a familiar buzzing noise. He had found my vibrator! He turned it off and I heard him throw it on my bed. I heard him moving around a lot for the next ten minutes as I kept my body pressed into the corner.

"I have a few questions for you," Jeff said. "First, tell me what you've done in your life, sexually."