Stepmom: Chapter 2
Copyright 2007 by The Timid Freshman
When Joel comes home from school, dominating stepmother Dana sets the new house 
rules.

Joel walked slowly towards his front door, his mind reeling with confusing and 
contradictory emotions.  His feelings seemed to be battling each other; anger and 
arousal, dread and excitement, all mingling with abject humiliation.  His 
new stepmother, Dana, had completely shamed him, sexually assaulting him in the 
bathroom that morning before school.  And now he was getting ready to face her 
again, too afraid of her to disobey her command to come straight home after 
school.

The only thing he could think to do was to appeal to his father.  Surely when he 
learned what Dana had done, how he had treated her son, he would be outraged.  
They were sure to divorce, and Joel would never have to see this awful (yet 
increasingly sexy, he realized suddenly, disgusted with himself) woman again.

Swallowing hard, he finally reached the door.  His hand shook with trepidation as 
he reached for the handle.

The door opened inward before he even had a chance to touch it.  Dana was 
standing there, coldly glaring at him, her expression unreadable.  She had 
changed out of the sundress she had been wearing when she had jacked him off into 
the sink, and was now wrapped in an equally colorful kimono, the bright patterns 
at odds with her icy demeanor.  Her hair, however, pulled back tightly away from 
her face, seemed completely appropriate.

"You," she said, simply but firmly.  "Den.  Now."

Finding himself unable to look into her eyes, he bowed his head and nodded 
wordlessly, slipping past her and crossing through the living room into the den.  
He sat down nervously on the couch, biding his time.  Was his father home yet?  
How soon would he be able to tell him what Dana had done to him? 

A few minutes later, Dana entered the room, sizing Joel up.  He sat silently on 
the couch, staring at the floor, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap.  "Get 
your hands out of your lap," she snapped.  "Are you touching yourself again?"

"No!" he answered, automatically bringing his hands to his side.

"Don't address me like that, Joel," she sneered, unwrapping the kimono and 
letting it flutter softly to the floor.  Joel's eyes widened when he saw what she 
was wearing underneath.

She had on an assortment of black lingerie, with what appeared to be a sort of 
bodice that was barely containing her practically heaving bosom.  Startled, Joel 
could hardly remove his gaze from her ample breasts in order to take in her 
thigh-high black stockings, connected to her black panties by tight black garters.

Joel spent only an instant taking all of this in, and he had barely had a chance 
to register or process what he was seeing before Dana had planted her foot 
squarely between his thighs, her heel resting on the couch, her toes pressing 
into his crotch.  Astonished, Joel stared at her foot.

"Look at me!" she commanded.  Frightened, he looked her in the eyes.  "You will 
not say, 'no,' to me," she continued.  "You will say, 'no, ma'am,' or 'yes, ma'am.'  
Is that understood?"

Joel nodded his head blankly.  Leaning forward, Dana increased the pressure on 
his crotch, her toes beginning to make his balls very uncomfortable.  "I said, is 
that understood?" she repeated.

"Yes, ma'am!" he answered painfully.  She nodded succinctly and took the pressure 
off, but kept her toes on his crotch, pressing just hard enough to let him know 
that she was ready to punish him again if he gave her the wrong answer.

In spite of all of this, Joel finally managed to find his voice again.  He took a 
deep breath, steeling his nerves.  "You can't do this to me," he muttered.

"What's that, honey?" she answered, amusement registering in her voice.  "I 
didn't quite catch that."

"I said you can't do this to me," he said louder.  Dragging up more courage, he 
added, "My dad won't let you."

Dana laughed.  "Your father?" she said, amused.  "I wouldn't count on it."  She 
turned and looked towards the hallway, where her bedroom was.  "Sweetie," she 
called over her shoulder.  "Could you come in here, please?"

Joel stared at her, bewildered.  What was her game?  Was his father actually home, 
or was she just playing with him?  And then his eyes widened with horror as he 
beheld the most terrifying sight he had witnessed that day.

His father was crawling into the den on his hands and knees, staring at the floor.  
As Joel looked on in shocked amazement, he crawled to Dana, and stooping lower, 
kissed the foot that was planted on the floor.  "You called, mistress?" he said.

"Yes, my slave," she answered, matter-of-factly, as casually as if they were 
discussing what to have for dinner.  "Let me ask you something.  Joel here 
believes I am being too hard on him.  What do you think?"

Joel’s father seemed to be fighting an inner conflict; his face was contorted 
with humiliation and fear.  Finally, without so much as even acknowledging his 
son's presence, he answered resignedly, "Mistress knows best."

"Thank you, dear," she said simply.  "You may return to your cage now."

"Dad!" Joel called out softly, but his father paid him no mind, crawling out of 
the room the way he came.  When he had vanished from view, Dana called his 
attention back to herself by lightly pressing on his crotch, her toes rubbing 
back and forth on the surface of his jeans.  

"As you can see, your father has no qualms with my methods of discipline," she 
said cruelly.  "And by the way, I don't believe I'm being too hard on you at all.  
Quite the contrary," she added, shifting her foot over and looking bemusedly at 
the growing bulge in his pants, "it looks like you're the one who's being too 
hard."

Joel looked down at his crotch and became suddenly aware of his growing erection.  
Her foot-fondling of his nether regions, combined with the incredibly arousing 
sight of her voluptuous, lingerie-clothed body, had stirred in his pants a desire 
that he could not control.  He became filled with despair.  Seeing his father, 
the strongest man in his life, reduced to a quivering, crawling whelp was just 
too much for him.  Dana was just too strong, he realized.  He was beginning to 
lose all hope of ever standing up to her, even as his penis was only beginning to 
stand up for her.

"Get up," she said suddenly, removing her foot and backing away from the couch.  
Joel obeyed meekly.  What else could he do?

"Take off your pants," she ordered.  Joel slowly moved his hands to his waistband, 
and then hesitated.  "Now!" she snapped.

Frightened by the sternness in her voice, he complied, unbuttoning and unzipping 
them, letting them fall to the floor.  "Now the underwear," she said, clearly 
enjoying this.

Joel gulped and complied, his heart pounding.  His erection was at maximum 
strength, and stood completely exposed to his stepmother.

"Have a seat," she said softly.

Joel sat back down, his body a bundle of nerves, his hands shaking.  Without a 
word, Dana sat down next to him, and his pulse pounded.  She turned towards him, 
and took his chin in her right hand, steering her eyes towards her.  With her 
left hand she played absent-mindedly with the back of his neck.  They were very 
close now.  Joel was trembling all over.

"I've been thinking about what I told you this morning," she said.  She paused 
for a moment, and then continued.  "I may have been a bit too hasty.  Teenage 
boys are, after all, filled with hormones.  Coursing through your body, building 
up pressure....begging for release," she finished, whispering.  "You desire 
release even now, don't you?  Don’t lie to me."  She leaned in closer, her face 
inches from his.

Joel nodded, tears glistening in his eyes.  "Yes, ma'am," he answered.

"I can be very stern," she went on, and then smiled.  "But I can also be 
merciful." Without warning she took his erect penis in her right hand and began 
caressing it very gently with her fingertips.

Joel involuntarily gasped.  It was the most pleasurable sensation he had ever 
experienced.  His entire body, which had moments ago been shaking in fear, now 
shook in pleasure as Dana expertly played his instrument, her fingers dancing 
lightly and tantalizingly up and down the shaft and over the head.  His eyes 
began to wander downwards, as if to verify that what he was experiencing was real.

"Look at me," she said again, suddenly, and his eyes snapped back up to hers.  
She stared deeply into his eyes, never looking away.  She was beginning to 
alternate her caresses with gentle strokes, very slowly and gradually increasing 
the sensation.  Her rough manipulation of him that morning was nothing compared 
to this; this was ecstasy, pure and simple.  Pleasure overwhelmed everything; it 
overwhelmed anger, it overwhelmed fear.  He was completely under her control, 
putty in her hands.

"This one's free," she smiled, squeezing his cock, stroking him more firmly.  "A
little taste, so you can understand the benefits of serving me.  You'll have to 
earn the next one, though, sweetheart.  I want my kitchen completely cleaned, top 
to bottom.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, his voice a rasping whisper.

She leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his ear.  "From now on, you're going 
to obey me unquestionably, Joel,” she whispered.  “Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."  Her stroking was increasing in speed; her hand was wrapped around 
his cock, squeezing it tightly.

"I am your stepmother, and I expect absolute respect and obedience.  Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said a third time, louder now, his voice ringing through the 
room, and suddenly he was ejaculating, his cum shooting a foot in the air, waves 
of intense pleasure wracking his entire body, caught in the throes of the best 
orgasm he had ever had.

Several smaller spurts followed his initial volley, and Dana gave his penis a 
gentle stroke for each one.  Finally, he sat panting on the couch, the world 
coming back into focus.  He became aware of the sweat that slicked his back and 
behind.  He became aware of the semen that had landed on his thighs.  And just as 
quickly, everything else came thundering back--the fear, the humiliation and the 
shame.  The anger, however, seemed to be fading, and his defiance was nearly gone.  
Dana's domination was nearly complete.

Dana sat back, once again looking Joel in the eyes.  He was too terrified to look 
away.  “From now on,” she stated authoritatively, still holding his erect penis 
in her hand, “you are only allowed to have an orgasm with my express permission.  
If I find out—and I will find out, Joel—if I find out that you’ve been 
masturbating at all, then you will be severely punished.”  Joel nodded his head 
meekly.  “Oh, and Joel?” she added, letting go of his cock and taking hold of his 
balls.  She gave them a squeeze, and added in a threatening voice, “You have yet 
to experience the full force of my punishment.  I don’t think you want to test me,
all right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he gasped, and Dana let go of his balls.

"Clean yourself up," she said in a business-like tone, getting up off the couch 
and retrieving her kimono.  "And when you're finished, clean my kitchen."

Joel heard himself saying, "Yes, ma'am," automatically this time, and he knew 
that he had no other option than to obey.  Dana was now in almost absolute 
control of her new stepson.