Nasty Tales 09: Mr Red

This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy.

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NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red

The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing.

"I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said.

"Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed.

"What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body.

"Have I been a bad servant?" Lynn asked, genuine worry in her voice.

"No, quite the opposite. You have brought more pleasure to this house than this house has seen in decades. But, alas, it's better to finish while you're ahead," Mr Williamson said with some melancholy in his voice.

Then he went on, "However, I won't leave you hanging. I have a lucrative proposal."

"What is it, sir?" Lynn wondered.

"I'll explain it to you later. Right now, I have the urge to savor you one last time," Mr Williamson said and slowly bowed his head towards her crotch.

Later that night, in her room, Lynn pondered Mr Williamson's proposal. He had an acquaintance who was apparently searching for someone like her to become his, well, as Mr Williamson had put it: "for the lack of better words, his slave and slut". But, would Lynn be up for it? She had been originally a maid for her first master, Mr Alucar, but their relationship had gradually developed to a sexual one. A couple of years after that, she had been employed as a maid by the Williamsons. Eventually, the son of the family, Tom, had blackmailed her into becoming a slut for him and his friends. She was humiliated and obliged to exhibit and offer her body. It could be too much for anyone. Yet, Lynn couldn't deny her feelings: a part of her that was growing louder by the day wanted to be controlled.

One source of Lynn's mixed feelings was Mr Williamson. As a punishment of one of Tom's games, Lynn had been tied up naked in the bedroom of the older master. When he had found their big-titted maid there, naked and kept on the edge by a slowly buzzing vibrator, Lynn had truly discovered that also the older master desired her. Mr Williamson had practically confiscated her from his son and had used her in intimate bondage games as often as he got the chance - that is - as often as his wife was not at home. Unlike his son, Mr Williamson, with his gray hair and mustache, with his slender fingers and endless patience, was a true gentleman compared to his son. He had always made sure he didn't hurt her and that she also could get pleasure from their games. Lynn had always been left with a post-orgasmic bliss after their sessions.

But now, Lynn had to make some decisions. Firstly, the proposal truly was lucrative, almost a year's worth of salary in a month! Secondly, she had her family to consider. Her younger brother had recently fallen ill and she could use the money to support her family. Thirdly, Mr Williamson had said she could meet his acquaintance before making her decision. Lynn's mind was set. She had nothing to lose: she could meet this person and then make her decision.

Lynn was nervous. She was sitting alone in a lodge of a posh restaurant where she had been led by a pompous waiter. As per client's wishes, she was wearing a stylish yet sexy little black dress, matching black heels and light make-up. She was fidgeting with her glass of mineral water nervously. All she knew of her prospective employer was that he was called "Mr Red", and she doubted that was even his real name.

When Mr Red appeared, Lynn discovered there was nothing red about him. At first, he looked like any other businessman in his sleek gray suit, clean-shaven, his dark blonde hair neatly parted on the side. He was roughly ten years her senior, most likely in his early thirties. Yet, it didn't take long before Lynn noticed that he was the kind of man she could have imagined as her boyfriend. He had the most captivating light-blue eyes and as soon he opened his mouth, she was nearly hypnotized by his calm, confident voice.

"You must be Lynn. I didn't know much about you beforehand, but now I'm glad I came to meet you today. You can call me 'Mr Red' or 'sir'," Mr Red said gently just as the waiter brought them some cocktails.

Lynn, a bit flustered, replied, "Yes, s-sir."

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit overwhelming, but I'm on a tight schedule and I'd like to start by telling you a bit about the contract itself. Is that alright with you?" Mr. Red asked with a business-like tone.

"Yes, of course, sir," Lynn replied hastily.

"Well, as you can probably guess, I'm a busy man running a business and sometimes I just need to unwind and forget it all. I also have some - preferences, and that's why I'm looking for a submissive woman suitable for my tastes as an employee. I assume you might have an idea what being a submissive might entail?" Mr Red asked, locking his eyes with hers.

"Yes, sir," Lynn replied, bowing her head and averting her eyes from his as she was suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.

Mr Red went on in his business-like tone, "What I'm offering is a year-long contract with a salary level that Mr Williamson has already informed you about. After one year there is a possibility of a renewal if both parties agree. The employee will get her own apartment in the capital and she will have some added benefits such as her own personal assistant. How does that sound?"

"It sounds good, sir," Lynn replied even though she wondered what he meant by a "personal assistant".

"From my point of view, what I require are availability and absolute obedience. If I please, I choose what the employee wears, what she eats and how she acts. The job also requires some personal sacrifices as I don't approve of any other close social relationships, except that you can keep in touch with your family. The ridiculously high salary should cover for that, though," Mr Red said the last sentence as much to himself as to Lynn.

Lynn could suddenly well imagine what kind of hard-boiled businessman the man sitting opposite of her truly was. During his monologue she had also paid attention to some other characteristics of his such as his strong hands and good posture that hinted that despite his demanding line of work he kept himself fit.

"Would you be willing to accept these conditions?" Mr Red asked, crossing his fingers and fixing his gaze in her eyes.

"Yes, sir," Lynn replied, this time keeping her eyes on his.

"I'm pleased to hear that. Now, I'd like to ask you some questions and I apologize in advance that they are quite - personal," Mr Red went on.

"Firstly, could you please stand up, move next to the table and slowly spin around a couple of times?"

"Uhm, yes, sir," Lynn replied.

Slowly, she did as she was told, spinning around a few times. Suddenly, she was uncomfortably conscious of how short her black dress actually was and how tightly it hugged her figure.

"I have to say I like what I see even much more than I expected. Sorry to be so straightforward, but I assume your breasts are natural ones? And you are not wearing any push-up bras or similar?

"No, sir, they've always been - like this," Lynn replied, blushing slightly.

Mr Red mumbled something that sounded like an approval and went on, "You can sit down. Now where were we... Oh yes, as I mentioned, I have some preferences and I'm sure you can imagine what some of them are. However, I'd like to ask you a specific question: are you willing to do role-play?"

"Sir, I'm sorry. I'm not sure what that means," Lynn replied, a bit confused.

"Practically it means adult play. You act like someone else, a character, maybe even wear a costume and naturally, there's some sex involved," replied Mr Red.

"Oh, I have never really done anything like that, but I think it's alright with me," Lynn replied, her heart beating fast for some reason.

"I'm actually happy to hear that. It could be better if you don't have previous experience on that," Mr Red said and for the first time, he smiled.

"Then, one last question, and I wish for an honest answer: do you enjoy being a slut?" Mr Red asked bluntly, that previous smile completely gone from his face.

Without any hesitation Lynn replied, "Yes, sir, I enjoy serving and offering myself."

Mr Red chuckled a bit in low voice and said, "Good answer. I think this contract could work out. If you agree, we can shake on it and you can start in a fortnight."

Without a word, Lynn shook her future master's hand.

-two weeks later-

Lynn was standing at the main railway station, looking around in awe. She had never been to the capital of Brutopidia, a large gray city dotted with a few green parks and a channel that cut across the city. She was supposed to be picked up by Mr Red's assistant, but no-one had approached her so far.

Lynn sat on a nearby bench. She was glad that she had been able to visit her family for almost two weeks, but while she had enjoyed her time there, she had also felt distracted. All she could think about was the smart-dressed man with light-blue eyes. Could a person fall for someone after only meeting them once? Lynn wasn't sure.

Lynn's thoughts were distracted by a soft, mellow voice that addressed her, "Miss? Are you Lynn by any

chance?"

Lynn turned towards the speaker. It was a small, lean bald man dressed in loose gray clothes. He looked like a monk that had just come from a tai chi class. The man seemed to be in his fifties and he had small, friendly eyes. Lynn nodded.

The man chuckled, "I kind of guessed it was you. It's nice to meet you, Lynn. I'm your assistant Ambrosius and I shall look after you."

"Er, thank you," Lynn replied, not quite knowing what would be an appropriate reply. So far, everything had been completely different from what she had imagined.

"Without any further ado, let's take a taxi to your apartment," Ambrosius suggested.

After a 20-minute ride they arrived in front of a tall building. Lynn guessed the apartment complex must be at least 20 stories high. They took an elevator to the top floor. Ambrosius opened a door. Lynn gasped.

The apartment had an amazing view all over the city through large windows. Lynn walked around, checking every room. The apartment had a spacious living room with an attached kitchen, a bedroom with a large queen bed, a well-equipped bathroom with a jacuzzi and a sauna and a small room that seemed to be some sort of office with a computer and a large screen. The apartment wasn't the largest Lynn had seen and it was sparsely decorated in comparison to many, but everything screamed of good taste and money.

"I hope you like it, miss," Ambrosius said and looked at her expectantly.

Despite her resolution to act in a professional manner, Lynn squealed, "Yes!!"

"I'm happy to hear that as I've picked most of the decorations. Anyway, you are scheduled to have a private video chat with Mr Red in five minutes. Let's not let him wait," said Ambrosius and gestured towards the office.

Lynn's heart was beating fast as she was waiting for Mr Red to join the conversation. As she saw him appear on the screen, she felt like her heart was beating out of her chest.

"Lynn, I'm so happy to see you. Welcome," Mr Red said with a smile that was maybe more professional than warm. He seemed to be sitting in somewhere that looked like a top-floor office.

"Thank you, master," Lynn replied eagerly.

"I'm sorry that this will be short, but once again I'm really busy. I just wanted to let you know that you are free to get to know the city. Mr Ambrosius will help you settle in, and by the way, don't worry about him, he's happily engaged with his boyfriend," Mr Red said, smiling.

Feeling a bit shy, Lynn smiled back, and Mr Red went on, "I'll be awfully busy for a week or so. So, in the meantime, I hope you will use your monthly credit to buy some nice things and also, if it's not too much of a hassle, you could maintain your fitness level by going to the gym."

"Yes, I will do whatever the master wishes," Lynn confirmed, looking at him admiringly.

"Good, just do not lose any weight, if you know what I mean," said Mr Red and winked mischievously.

"Yes, s-sir!" Lynn replied, smiling.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. Mr Ambrosius will lead you the way, so to speak. But, Lynn, remember, I'm really looking forward to meeting you on a more intimate level... Until then," Mr Red smiled and his face vanished from the screen.

The next week passed in a blur. Mostly accompanied by Ambrosius, Lynn went shopping for pretty clothes, sexy dresses and fancy shoes. Based on his tips, she went to a hair and beauty salon and joined the local gym. She dined in fancy restaurants with him. Even to her own surprise, she discovered Ambrosius was good company and they got along amazingly well. It was as if he was her best girlfriend, even though from the outside he was a mellow-looking fifty-year old man.

Lynn had been so busy that she barely had time to think about Mr Red. However, late at night as she was laying in her bed, she thought about her master and how their first meeting would be. She thought about his eyes, his face, his hands and his voice, but also imagined how his hands would feel over her naked body and what kind of scent he had. By that time, her hands moved to squeeze her breasts and over to her pantiless crotch.

However, Lynn was also plagued by insecurities at night. She wasn't stupid. She realized Mr Red must have a wife, maybe even children. She was just a minor part of his busy life. She felt jealous.

Finally, after over a week, Lynn was sitting in front of the computer screen again. Her face lit up as Mr Red appeared on the screen. He seemed to be sitting in a small home office.

"Hello, Lynn. How have you been?" Mr Red said with a friendly smile on his face.

"Really good, master. I'm so happy to be here," Lynn replied with a wide smile on her face.

"Look, Lynn, I'm kind of in a hurry, so I'm going to be brief. You just listen to me and answer to my questions, alright?"

"Yes, sir," Lynn replied.

Mr Red tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a smile that could melt ice caps.

Then he looked at her inspectingly and asked, "Lynn, have you been masturbating?"

"Yes, sir."

"How often?"

"Every day, sir," Lynn replied, as honest as always.

"What have you been thinking about?" asked Mr Red teasingly.

"You, master, about you and - and about having sex with you," Lynn replied, averting her eyes.

"That's pleasant to hear. But, from now on, you will only touch yourself when allowed to do so, is that clear?" Mr Red asked, suddenly stern.

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Anyway, now I have some instructions for you - for our upcoming holiday."

I A bumpy ride

Lynn stepped out of a taxi. She had agreed to meet Mr Red at a bus station even though she thought the choice of location was uncharacteristic of him. But this time was different anyway. They wouldn't be themselves. This would be their first role-play. Mr Red had told her so.

"There you are, babe!" Mr Red greeted her.

He looked horrible. He was wearing a blue and orange Hawaiian T-shirt that was painful to the eyes, beige shorts and sandals (thankfully without socks). But the thing that really topped it off was his hair that was parted in the middle. This minor alteration made him look like a complete jerk.

"Babe, you look terrific! Let's go inside the bus, everyone else is already there," Mr Red said, smiling at her.

Lynn followed Mr Red inside a well-equipped tourist bus. As he led her towards the back, she could see people staring at her. Most people on the bus were couples, and she could see the men ogling her while their wives looked at her with disgust. Some wives even elbowed their spouses for not being able to take their eyes off her.

It was no wonder the husbands got distracted. Following Mr Red's instructions, Lynn was wearing a tacky light peach-colored T-shirt that had a picture of a palm tree and a text "Tropical paradise" as a print. The shirt was so short it showed her belly button and the thin material made her braless state obvious. The pink, loose shorts she was wearing only matched the shirt in terms of tackiness. She wore light make-up with light pink lip gloss and her nails were pink as well. Luckily, Mr Red hadn't required her to wear pigtails, but in addition to her outfit the ponytail she wore high on her head made her look a few years younger than she was. In short, she really looked the part; a 18-year-old bimbo gold digger.

Mr Red chose them seats towards the back. The bus was only half-full and no-one was sitting near them. In less than five minutes, the motor roared to life, a mic crackled and the driver introduced himself, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm your driver Jeff and welcome to the Ted's Travel Tours. We are looking into a 2,5 hour drive on the bumpy roads towards Isla la Fortuna. Unfortunately, due to tight schedule, there is no possibility to stop, but fortunately, this bus is well-equipped with an effective ventilating system and a WC in the middle of the vehicle. We also offer cold soft drinks free of charge plus there is a sick bag in the pocket of your front seat in case the uneven ride takes the best of you. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. Once again, welcome on board and hope you enjoy the trip!"

They had been on the road for about 20 minutes. After a short drive on the freeway, the bus had indeed turned to a bumpy dirt road. Lynn was feeling uncomfortable. The rough ride made her braless breasts bounce uncomfortably. Also, the ventilating system was indeed effective, the cool air making her nipples clearly stand out, stretching through the thin fabric. If Lynn had been herself, she would have crossed her arms over her chest, but she knew in her role as "babe", a dumb bimbo acting completely oblivious about her sexiness, she would have to keep her thinly veiled breasts in the full view. And, in any case, she wanted to make the master happy.

Mr Red had focused on his phone for the duration of the journey so far. Finally, he put the phone away, wrapped his arm around Lynn's shoulders, leaned towards her and whispered, "Babe, you look so sexy."

Playing the part, Lynn replied with a coy voice, "You too, babe."

Mr Red started to massage her shoulder softly and, as if he was doing it inadvertently, slowly slid his hand over her breast. He kissed her neck and nape while his fingers started to stroke her nipple with a sense of an ownership. Lynn drew a sharp breath. It had been a week since she had masturbated and since then she had followed the master's instructions of not doing so without permission. She felt she was very much in heat already.

Yet, one thing bothered Lynn and she leaned towards Mr Red to tell him in a low voice, "Babe, that man is watching us."

Lynn had noticed a roughly 60-year-old, beer-bellied fat man with a big mustache sitting next to his thin wife on the opposite side of the bus two rows in front of them as soon as she had stepped on the bus. He had stared at her when she had walked past him. After that, he had turned to ogle her from his aisle seat at regular intervals, especially after his wife had fallen asleep shortly after the bus had taken off. Now, he didn't even bother turning back, but was following their actions with an intense gaze.