Things were strained between Del and Nancy after he got home from school, not only because she had broken off their burgeoning romance, but also due to his concern about Helena's text that contained picture evidence of him and his married landlady having sex. What did Helena want from him? he wondered.
After dinner, he headed over to Helena's house at 6 PM, as ordered. The strawberry blonde answered the door, as usual, with a menacing grin on her pretty face. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and sweatpants today. "Right on time, slave."
Del stared at her. Slave?
"Get in here." He stepped in and she closed and locked the door behind him. "Ohh, now that you're here, I don't know what to make you do first."
"What are your plans for that pic?" he asked her.
"Nuttin'," she replied, "as long as you do what I say, obvs."
"And if I don't do what you say?"
She sighed. "It gets sent to Nancy's husband, and terrible things happen. You ready to stop talking now?"
"Nancy's a good person, Helena; she doesn't deserve this."
She stepped forward, the top of her head coming only as high as his chin. Del hadn't realized how short she actually was. "She's a cheating whore, and her husband deserves to know, don't you think?"
He bit his tongue and scowled, realizing that yelling wouldn't help the situation.
She turned back away from him. "Okay, so the pics are saved to my cloud, and I even printed 'em out, in case you're good enough at computers to hack my account."
Del sighed...Helena had prepared well. "What do you want me to do?"
She bounced, her B-cups bobbling about in her shirt. "Ooh, I was hoping I'd be inspired when you got here, but now...too many options, and I can't decide on any! Oh, I know..." She pulled out her phone and started typing. "I joined a Viewdit group for masters and slaves earlier today, so I'll ask them what I should have you do. Hmm..."
Blip! Blip! Blip!
Her eyes lit up and she laughed, "Ha, awesome! C'mon up to Mom's room." He followed her up the ornate staircase to Trista's bedroom. "Sit on the bed."
She rummaged through her mother's wardrobes and grabbed some things. "Wait here..." She went into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, she came out, still wearing the t-shirt, but now she had garters with dark, thigh-high nylon stockings on instead of her sweatpants. She dropped her phone onto the side table, climbed onto the bed, and nibbled her lower lip, reminding Del of her mother. Sitting at the head of the bed, she spread her legs and he could see that she also had some lacy black panties on.
She extended one long, slim leg. "Suck on my toes."
He blinked. She had been wearing Chucks when he came in, so her feet were probably sweaty.
She frowned and reached for her phone. "How disappointing."
Del grabbed her dainty, stocking-covered foot and shoved the toes into his mouth, grimacing as he started to suck on them.
"Mmm..." she sighed, smiled, and started typing again. A few minutes later, she said, "Dang, this person really likes nylons. Do you like my legs, Del? You can stop sucking."
He let go of her toes. Despite the degradation of the act, his cock was getting hard. "Yes, you have gorgeous legs, Helena."
"Just like my Mom's?"
He considered. "Hers are gorgeous too."
She was watching him very closely now. "Which do you prefer?"
He didn't know how he should answer.
"Be honest...I won't get mad."
"Your mom's are more toned; she works hard to keep in shape. You're naturally slim, so you don't need to work out. Sorry, I think toned is better than slim."
"Hm, I see...take out your cock."
"Uh..."
