"Watch out for Boots!"
"Oh shit!"
The cat screeched as my nephew stepped on its tail, running between his legs. He tripped and dropped the dresser he was carrying into my bedroom, it's contents spilling wildly onto the floor.
"Sorry aunt Keri, I didn't see him there."
I was a bit shocked no one came to see what the loud thud was, but the family Christmas party downstairs was as raucous as ever. My family was a big one, and our parties tended to get wild enough we've had neighbors complain before.
"It's OK Sam, you couldn't have seen him with that big thing in your hands."
Sure enough the dresser was a large one, but my sister's son has always been an athletic boy, his 6'1 frame lean and muscled even as a boy, something his recent time in the Marines had only amplified. He was a handsome slab of muscle these days, on leave for the holiday. When I had mentioned to him I was thinking about moving the dresser out of the guest room, he had simply lifted it up; and asked where I wanted it.
I saw a confused look on his face and followed his gaze to the items scattered on the floor. My stomach nearly fell out of my chest when I saw my toys, they had been in the bottom drawer, which had fallen out completely and were all over my bedroom floor. I could see him look over each item: arm binders, a ring gag, several vibrators, 2 anal plugs, coconut oil, and a 6" glass dildo.
"Wow aunt Keri, you and uncle Bobby must have a lot of fun together."
He looked up and must have seen the look of shame on my face. I was so embarrassed, which was also having the effect of turning me on, but even more so I needed to tell someone.
"It's not for uncle Bobby."
I stammered quietly, I was nearly shaking with embarrassment. I sat on the bed and looked at him. The look in his eyes was mostly concern for me, but there was a twinge of something else in his eyes. He was looking at me with a hunger, like a cat looking at a mouse.
"Your uncle is a busy man, he hardly has time for me, running his firm, and he's a drinker, you know that as much as anyone in our family. Even when he comes home, he's generally deep into a bottle soon after."
"Who are they for then?"
His question was a bit forceful, his voice calm but firm, I felt immediately compelled to tell him. The warmth growing inside me.
"I met a man online, he told me to get them. I use them on myself while he watches on the computer."
"My aunt is a cam slut!?!"
I moistened further hearing him say that to me, I wanted him to call me more names. Suddenly I was very aware of how big and powerful he was compared to me. He was a mountain, He could do anything he wanted to me and I would be powerless to stop him.
"Have you fucked this man?"
"No, he just watches me on the webcam, and tells me what to do."
I was desperate to ease his sudden anger, more than that though, I needed his approval. He looked at me sitting there on the bed. His face red with anger, his eyes blazing into mine, when suddenly it cleared. He composed himself, stood a bit taller then took my hand in his chin and raised my face to his.
"So you like to be told what to do, then you will do what I say. Or I'll let our whole family know just what a deviant whore you are."
It wasn't a question, I knew from his tone. I was so turned on, even his threat of telling moistened me further. I attempted to shake my head yes, but his hand held my chin firmly.
"Yes, I will do what you say."
"On your knees."
He said it quietly, but firmly I knew I was only to comply. I moved off the bed, sinking to my knees. Scared, but also excited beyond belief, was this really happening? My skirt slid up as i kneeled in front of him. My white cotton blouse was damp with perspiration, my breathing practically a pant. He left me there on my knees, walking slowly around me. I could feel his eyes track over every inch of me. At 5'5, 130, I was tiny compared to him, my body, toned from hours in the gym, I was especially proud of my ass that thousands of squats had molded, my tits a nice 34DD, if a bit saggy these days still drew eyes when i went out, strained at the fabric of my blouse.
He stopped in front of me, looking down at me. I was his to command, his plaything. I felt nearly naked despite being fully clothed, and unable to move, as if I were nailed to the floor. He went over to the toys and scooped them all up. He placed them on the bed, sorting them into categories, ignoring me behind him. I felt nearly ready to explode, despite him not even touching me yet.
His hand landed on my shoulder, his touch nearly causing me to jump in excitement. He had the glass dildo in his other hand, he waved it in front of my face.
"Open your mouth."
