I’ve Had Young And Now I Want...

by Anonymous on Oct 17, 2020 at 1:27 PM

My first landlady, when I was eighteen, was a grim-looking stereotypical pioneer school-marm type, probably about fifty. I thought she looked at me covertly, with a predatory manner, and one time I tied myself to my bed, all but a slip-knot for one wrist, then banged on the floor with a broom handle, letting the slip-knot go to my wrist, while still holding onto the rod...when she came upstairs and knocked then opened the door, I said "Sorry, Ma'am.. I seem to have got myself into a little trouble! Could you help me please?" Poker-faced, she came near, and studied my naked body, as utterly vulnerable as it was,, then perched on the edge of the bed, and seized my swollen testicles in an iron grip, and twisted and squeezed them until groans emerged from between my gritted teeth.
When the cold, bony fingers began sliding up and down my shaft, making it reach its full eight inches, she enquired sarcastically "This what you meant by 'help?' - everything has its price, and your rent just increased by 50%...or you can leave my home...if you stay, you WILL learn to pleasure me, with this, and with your tongue...thirty seconds....twenty...ten..."
I stayed, for nearly three years.....