Chapter 1 - tom

“Have a safe journey home,” Tamara smiled, seeing Tom off at the bus station. She gave the guy a little peck on the cheek and a cheeky squeeze on his skinny rear. It was a very tame goodbye, considering the weekend they had just spent together; yet another one where Tom had practically been begging to come down and see her.

“Can I stay with you next weekend as well?” Tom asked, already turned on by the prospect.

“We’ll see…” Tamara grinned, enjoying how easily she could keep stringing Tom along. The pair had met on an app for those who were into dominance and submission. Over the years, Tamara had met many guys who were into being dominated by her. She had the perfect look, being athletic and naturally beautiful, with an undeniable strength in the way she carried herself. But, despite all of those men she’d been with over the years, she’d never met anyone who got off at submitting to her, quite like Tom did.

At just twenty-two, Tom was quite considerably younger than she was. Tall and skinny, like a drainpipe, he was also pretty good-looking. A college graduate and already employed in a good profession, the guy would have made a good match for any other young professional girl around his age. In the blink of an eye, Tamara could map out a life for him: marriage, kids, a pretty house in the suburbs and driving some large, expensive car around. Any woman would have counted herself lucky to have him. But Tom was also kinky; seriously kinky! Each weekend that he stayed over, Tamara could sense the boy straying further and further away from the typical path for a man of his nature. She could tie him up, order him around, or degrade the him as much as she wanted. She could leave him for hours and still see him maintain that hard-on the entire time; the thing was bomb-proof! But they also got along pretty well and, if Tamara was being honest, she genuinely liked the guy. A fifteen year age gap was quite something though. How long would it be until Tom found someone else? That was why she had adopted the strategy of treating him mean and keeping him keen.

“I hope you don’t mind, but…” Tom began a couple of weeks later, after an especially erotic session that had kept them both entertained for the last three hours. “I’ve put in for a transfer to the city. I thought, if I lived here, I might be able to see you some more?”

Tamara played it cool, despite the delight that she felt. “Oh yeah?” she almost grumbled ungratefully. “You think you’re just going to be hanging around my apartment every evening, do you?”

“Well, I just… I find being here so…” he stumbled, trying to find the words to express himself.

“Look, you’re a nice guy. But, trust me, you don’t want to get too attached to me,” Tamara stated honestly. “I’m not a good girl,” she grinned with a charm that she knew Tom would love. “Guys who get too close to women like me. Well… they don’t always come out of it all that well.”

Tom’s faced flushed with arousal. He loved that Tamara was such a bad girl; he always had. “But… that’s exactly what I want!” he breathed, his immortal manhood suddenly surging once more. “I want a girl who can own me entirely! A woman I can submit to, forever! I want that woman to be you. If you’ll have me?”

Tamara gave a bemused huff of laughter. “I don’t know…” she pretended to consider. “I mean, having you around costs me a fortune in food. You eat like a fucking pig!” She wasn’t lying. At twenty-two, Tom was one of those young guys who could eat whatever he wanted and never seem to put on even the tiniest bit of fat. It was a trait that Tamara had been paying particular attention to during the last couple of weekends; feeling a kink she had never explored, suddenly screaming for her attention.

“Maybe I am a pig!” Tom shot back, always finding any insult sexy.

Tamara’s mind whirred into life. Perhaps Tom was the guy she could finally explore this interest with…