The next morning I awakened remembering the events of the night before and thought about how I should proceed. Looking at the cum sticking to me with still more of it crusting on my sheets and feeling the hardness of my cock, I decided to abandon my trout fishing plan which could take days to fully implement.
In my mind, I knew Aunt Madge had a submissive nature or perhaps I only wished she did. At any rate, it was obvious she was very horny and I was sure this was mostly due to her apparently not having been with a man for quite some time. However, I was not quite as confident about my ability to make her surrender to me as I had been last night. I was sure the wine had emboldened me and as much as it had lowered Aunt Madge's inhibitions. My dilemma was how to proceed with her. Well, that could wait until after I had cleaned myself up and gotten ready for the day.
While I was in the shower, I kept thinking of how to move forward with Aunt Madge. After all, we would both have to see each other every day and right or wrong there was a very strong and undeniable attraction of each of us for the other. Suddenly, a thought swept over me like a wave in the ocean washing me to the shore. If I wanted her to yield herself to me and submit to my wishes and desires then I would have to assert myself as her dominant male. How would I do that?
I knew I would have to condition her to taking directions from me, following them immediately and performing each task to perfection. Was she submissive enough to be conditioned quickly or would I have to lead her slowly into it? In order to discover that, I would have to see how she reacted this morning when I went downstairs for breakfast. She might just pretend she was very drunk last night and didn't remember anything that had happened. I finished in the bathroom and wrapped a towel around my waist. I had not bothered to put on my robe to simply walk across the hall from my bedroom to the bathroom and back.
As I stepped into the hall, my aunt had just reached the top of the stairs apparently on her way up to her bedroom and probably to avoid an early morning "awkward moment" with me. She was wearing a very short navy blue satin robe which clung to her shapely body.
"Good morning, Michael I was coming to wake you up. Breakfast is almost ready," she said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Madge," I greeted her with a smile noting I had been incorrect about her reason for coming upstairs, "Did you sleep well?"
"No," she replied in a somewhat pouty voice, "someone locked their bedroom door last night."
It was now or never I thought as I spread my arms inviting her to come and hug me.
"Come here, Madge," I said softly.
Without the slightest hint of hesitation, she rushed into my arms and kissed me fully on the lips and pressed her body firmly against me which indicated to me this might, indeed, work out very well.
"Damn! I wanted so badly to sleep with you last night and wake up with you this morning. If I'm acting like a horny and wanton slut, it is because I am. Michael, you're hot and sexy and I'm so horny I'm ready to explode so if it's wrong for me to think and act this way, I really don't care," she said sounding completely sure of herself.
"Madge, keep on acting like a slut. At this moment you are my slut and I am going to ravage you hungry wanton pussy," I said boldly as I scooped her petite body into my arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom.
She was not struggling rather she was kicking her feet with joy, giggling like a school girl and almost screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Darling, carry your worthless, horny little slut to her own bed and make her your woman! I don't care what either of us said last night about waiting, I want you to fuck me NOW!"
When I got to the bed, I tossed her unceremoniously onto it and commanded in a very stern tone of voice, "Strip bitch!"
She flashed me a beaming smile as she quickly shed her robe to completely reveal her exquisite body to my hungry and eager eyes and replied, "Yes, Sir!"
I was already naked since the towel I had wrapped around my waist had fallen off somewhere between the bathroom and Madge's bed. My cock was fully erect and pointing directly at her as though it was a lance being carried by a medieval knight at a jousting contest.
I looked straight into her big, beautiful brown eyes which were now glazed with lust and said, "There will be no foreplay. I have no interest in your pleasure. If you cum, good. If you don't, that's just too bad. Right now you are my slut and my fuck toy. It is your duty to make me cum. Oh, by the way, I am not going to pull out when I come. You will take my seed inside your womb and thank me for putting it there. If you get pregnant, we will deal with that later," I said with full authority.
"Please, Sir! I want... No, I need you to cum inside my womb. My body is for your pleasure. Use me as you wish," she moaned passionately.
That was the second time she had called me "Sir" which, once again, made me think something was very fishy about all of this. She was acting as if she was a trained submissive. She had told me I would be only her second lover. I was certain that had Uncle Bob been her Dom they would not have gotten a divorce. He would have merely brought in the other girl and Madge would have accepted it.
I really did not know a great deal about the D/s lifestyle but I had read about it quite extensively on the internet. As a result of that reading, I had developed some personal ideas about how I would live it given the opportunity. That thought, however, could wait until later. Right now, I had that opportunity and I intended to exploit it to its fullest by cumming inside Madge's fertile womb and filling it with my young and potent sperm. I hoped she was either not ovulating or was or using some form of birth control. I had meant what I said about dealing with her what we would do if she was to get pregnant.
I had told her there would be no foreplay and there would be none. I really didn't care whether she had an orgasm or not. I would savor the aroma and taste the nectar of her body some other time and give her numerous multiple and exquisite orgasms but this was not that time.
Fortunately, the juices of pussy were already flowing like a river. I took her immediately by driving my throbbing cock fully inside with the first powerful thrust of my hips and I did not waste any time or try to prolong my orgasm. I simply used her as the slut she claimed to be. When I was sated, I told her to fetch my breakfast serve it to me on a tray and if what she had cooked earlier was cold or I did not like it she was to throw it out and cook something fresh for me. Either she was going to be my sub or she was not and at that moment I really did not care which choice she made. I had just used her as nothing more than a cum bucket. If she wanted to be anything more than that, she would have to earn the priviledge.
Madge smiled at me and said, "Thank you, Sir. I will hurry." She did not even pick up her robe as she departed for the kitchen.
Upon hearing those words, I instantly decided to raise the bar.
"Talana," I called out just as she reached the door.
She stopped, turned around and looked at me inquisitively.
"Talana is your new name and if you are a very good girl today I may decide to give you pleasure and permit you to cum later," I told her leaving no room for disagreement.
"Thank you, Sir. This girl appreciates that her master has chosen to give her a name and she shall do her very best to please you and not just so you will give her pleasure because your pleasure is her only concern," she replied with what appeared to be a genuinely grateful smile and dashed through the open doorway.
