1

Yvonne leans out of the window of her apartment in Paris and looks at the many people walking through the street, chatting, laughing or in search of something. She loves to see the world from that point of view. However, today she loves it much more than usually, as she knows what is happening behind her, in the living room of her apartment.

Fabian is on the couch, and Yvonne perfectly knows that he is certainly looking at her, embarrassed, as he all the time is when he watches her.

Fabian has just said that he has fallen in love with her. He is nice, but not the man that Yvonne likes. He is a 41 y.o. professor, a shy intellectual very often blushing when Yvonne casts her eyes on him. To have sex, she prefers well-built boys never over 28, the age when, she sadly discovered, male sexual strength starts declining. She is beautifully 53, proud of seeing powerfully built and sexually gifted young boys losing their minds for her.

What to do with Fabian, then? Aside from sexual young supporters, Yvonne needs servants to enjoy her life. She likes sex, but she also loves submitting men to her beauty, seducing and accompanying them in places where they have never been and are scared of. She enjoy provoking and humiliating them, and sensually persuade them to give her gifts that increase her beauty and class, while they stare at her ruined by their fascination. She has dark long hair and a body that might belong to a 35, slim but soft where it counts, in her breast and boom. The men who have fallen with her have all the time said that walking is what makes her tremendously sexy, and she agrees, especially when she is in the city and watches herself in a mirror or glass.

Now Yvonne can see the reflection of the professor’s face on the glass of the window. As she supposed, he is totally enchanted by her and infinitely nervous. Yvonne feels his sight on her, and sees his mounting desire just between his legs. Fabian’s eyes are running along Yvonne’s gorgeous straight, dark hair, then her neck and down to her partially nude back. She wears a yellow silk sarong only covering the lower part of her back and beautifully contrasting her sun-tanned skin. The sarong is damned short, and Fabian’s eyes and mind are lost on Yvonne’s bum, rounded and florid, partly caressed by the yellow silk of the sarong, partly naked. She smiles while seeing on the window’s glass the lost face of the intellectual. These are the situations that make her shiver with pleasure all over her gorgeous body. He is braised to the right point, she perfidiously thinks.

Suddenly, she turns and looks at the man, directly. She knows that he can not keep eye contact with her for more than three seconds. And in fact, he blushes and looks elsewhere, embarrassed. Five minutes before, he had told her “I love you”, romantically and ridiculously at the same time. While they were chatting on the couch, he had suddenly kneed at her feet. Yvonne had laughed but he hadn’t stopped. “I love you” he had repeated three times. She had caressed his head: “Fabian, that’s nice of you…” Then, she had stood up and leant on the window. Why? Because she had learnt that men’s desire grows in absence. Each time a man had demonstrated to be crazy for her, Yvonne had noticed that his craziness would multiply if she wouldn’t call him for weeks, reject his invitations, make him wait. So, while Fabian was demonstrating his craziness for her, looking at her desperately, she wondered to move away from him, also just a couple of meters. She wanted to expand his craziness, to see the extreme point where to lead the man.

Now she stands in front of him, smiles and gets rid of her sarong in an instant, only remaining with a yellow bikini only covering a minimum part of her body.

“Oh Yvonne, you’re so beautiful…”

“Thanks — she says smiling watching him from above, thanks to the stiletto sandal she wears – If you don’t have an heart attack now — she says piercing his eyes — you will live for another one hundred years…”

“I…would… marry you”, he says stammering.

Yvonne bursts out laughing: “And would you also have sex with me?”

“Sure!”

“Are you crazy? Oh my gooood…”

“Sorry, but I love you!” says Fabian almost angry.

“Fabian, do you have an idea of what kinds of men I have sex with?”

“Yes, I saw your boyfriend at the party…”

“Marcus… Oh, forget him, I want something new…”

“Did you dump him?” asked Fabian hopefully?

“Yes, but for a better boy… Not for an old professor. I want to have perfect sex. Can you guarantee it?”

“Actually…”

“Fabian, I want to be sencere with you, what you can do for me is to serve me at your best”.

“Perhaps you like more a man like Serge, I’ve seen at the party that he chatted you up…”

“Oh, Serge has wooed me for years, he has the same chances as you…”

“That’s good news for me, I was so jealous of him…”

“And Serge is jealous of you! He told me yesterday! You two are so stupid… You will never have me in the way you hope, but only as servants. And now, take your clothes off”.

Fabian is surprised: “Must I…?”

“Totally naked, on your knees.”

“But…” After a couple of words, the man executes her order.

“Totally naked”, Yvonne says while he still wears his underpants.

After a small hesitation, Fabian takes his underpants off.

Yvonne looks at his cock and laughs: “Is it a cock or a little shrimp?”

He looks at her embarrassed and she sits on the sofa: “Come here, little shrimp, lie down in front of me…”

When Fabian is at her feet, she starts touching his cock with her stiletto, also stinging his thigh and smiling when Fabian moans. “Please… It’s painful!”

“I know, I do it just for it…” Now Yvonne’s caresses follow the entire length of Fabian’s cock: “Sometimes fishermen capture the shrimps with their weapons…” Fabian is terrified and sweats. Yvonne thinks that Fabian’s penis is not small at all, but that it’s so funny telling a man that his cock is short…She also notices that his cock is getting hard.

“I see you appreciate my stiletto’s caresses”

“I appreciate you, actually…”

She presses his cock under her sandal and Fabian gets terrified: “Noooo, please…”

“Fabian, no man has left this house damaged, don’t worry. And you have a safe word, banana. As you say so, I stop. But really you want to displease me?” she adds sweetly and not moving away her foot from his penis.

“No, ok… but please, not harder than this”.

“We will see…” she says freeing the man and caressing him on the chest. “Your first time was not bad. Now stand up, this house needs cleaning. In the kitchen you’ll find every kind of soap, sponges etc. Do your best and make me happy. I will go out with a new candidate, Mike, 23. He is a water polo player. Your friend Serge introduced him to me at the party”.

“And Serge is not jealous of him?”

“Sure”.

“And why did he introduce him to you?”

“You will learn my methods of persuasion…”

Fabian shivers and Yvonne laughs.

“Scrap the idea of a wedding with me dressed in white and your friends envying you forever. Caress the idea of being my servant for the rest of your life”, Yvonne sweetly whispers to him: “I divide men into servants and stallions. Guess which category you belong to… For now, clean this house. If when I come back it’s really clean, you will be rewarded in some way I’ll decide. Otherwise, some soaps you will use to clean the house are seriously corrosive… and tenderly spreading them on some parts of a male body can hurt, you know how much?”

“I’ve never cleaned a house”, says Fabian.

“You will learn, just imagining what will happen to you if the house is not as cleaned as I want. Before cleaning, however, I need some advice from a man who loves me on how to dress to meet the boy this evening.”

Fabian is recalcitrant: “This is humiliating for me, I would like to be the boy…”

“You’re not, accept your destiny. If you don’t want to suggest how to dress, feel free to decline. Go out of this house and never see me again. Do you want this? If remain you will continue to see me smile, sensually walk, whisper to you sexy things, and you will be part of my world. Otherwise…”

After a couple of minutes, Yvonne, wearing the same yellow bikini, and Fabian, still naked, are in front of Yvonne’s walk-in wardrobe. She tries a couple of dresses without being fully persuaded. Fabian is impressed by the number of dresses and shoes that are there. “It’s a city of clothes”, he says.

Yvonne smiles: “Yes, I love all of them. Many are gifts from admirers, enamoured men, servants… others have been bought by me, with their money! – she says laughing — If you happen to buy something for me, you’re welcome!”

While searching the wardrobe, Fabian takes out a long, red, silk dress. “What about it? This might fit your shape very well…”

Yvonne asks: “Are you sure?” Then, she tries it and look at herself in the mirror. She is frankly wonderful, and Fabian for an instant would like her to be ugly, to forget her and free from that chain.

“You’re right, Fabian… It fits me quite well. How did you grasp it? Perhaps your shrimp told you…”

He blushes again and she teases him: “Please, stop blushing! You know what fits me, it’s a strong plus for you.”

Yvonne adds golden earrings, bracelets and a wonderful necklace and very sexy red stiletto sandals. She is pleased to see how enchanting she is in the mirror. “Do you like me?” she whispers to Fabian.

“I love and adore you”, he says, and want to remain here to suffer for all of your vexations”.

“That’s the best thing I can hear from you before going out with a boy. I will feel more self-confident and will seduce him”.

Someone rings at the door. “Oh, it’s Mike, I have to go”.

From the half-closed door, Fabian sees Yvonne walk slowly to the entrance door, and finds her wonderful. She moves her body on the high heels in a very classy way, walking slowly and moving her ass hypnotically. She opens the door and lets Mike in. He is really well-built, with large shoulders, strong biceps and athletic legs. Yvonne is clearly attracted to him, smiles while looking at the boy very sensually and hugs him a couple of times, caressing his muscles. In the end, Fabian sees Yvonne wear a nice coat and leaving along with Mike.

2

Yvonne comes back home around 11.00pm. Fabian has just finished cleaning home and having a shower. She takes her coat off remaining in the beautiful red dress.

“Did Mike like your outfit?”

“Yes! – she answer radiantly – He was so nice, gallant… a very gentleman. He took me to a quite good restaurant… He is not that rich, so probably will save money in the next weeks, poor man. I appreciate his efforts for me. For more expensive gifts and restaurants I have my servants… And what about you? I see this house soooo clean!! Good boy…”

She is really amazed by the cleanness and scent that every corner emanates. She hugs Fabian affectionately: “If your first cleaning is so good, the next ones will be better… You have a future in this house, Fabian, you have great value for me, and you will be rewarded, if you all the time obey like today…”

Fabian smiles shyly and nods, he is now understanding his role and appreciates it.

“Did you enjoy the first task as a servant?”

“Actually what I enjoyed was not cleaning, but making you happy…”

“Good boy… – she says caressing his cheek — I prepare for night, and when I’m ready you will massage my feet and, I haven’t decided yet… perhaps other parts of my body. And listen to me, your cock is not a shrimp, is of good measure. But I enjoy humiliating men like you, sometimes…”

Fabian is glowing. “Thank you Yvonne!! Or shall I say Mistress Yvonne?”

“Like you prefer.. What is essential is that you serve me the best way you can, all the time”.

After 20 or 30 minutes, Yvonne enters the bedroom wearing a wonderful black silk outfit, consisting in a bra, panties and nightgown which make her absolutely stunning. Fabian doesn’t hide his admiration and remains speechless for some time, just staring at her blankly. She understands and laughs at him. “Have you lost your voice”? she asks sexily.

“You… are so…”

“Ohhh, you like my lingerie, I imagine. A gift from a servant who, after more than twenty years, still obeys me and continuously sends gifts like this… You should take it as an example to follow.”

“I like you as I’ve never liked any living being…”

“Thank you very much, but this does not exempt you from massaging my feet…”

She stretches out on the bed and tells Fabian to sit at her feet. Then, offhandedly, she puts her feet just on Fabian’s balls, with a certain energy.

“Ouuuch!” says Fabian bowing his head on his chest.

“Be careful… never trust me completely!” Yvonne says amused. “And now begin, if this is the first time you massage feet, do the same as cleaning house…”

“No, actually I attended a course…”, Fabian says starting massaging Yvonne’s foot. And she immediately realises that the course was a good one. His fingers, in fact, started pressing Yvonne’s foot in the right places. Fabian’s touch was incredibly effective in relaxing the foot of her Mistress.

“Ohhh Fabian, you probably are a boring lover, but certainly you’re a surprising servant. Believe me, this must be your life” The man goes on and Yvonne adds: “I’m your future, no one else…”.

After a couple of minutes, Fabian finishes with the first foot and starts massaging the second. Yvonne lets fall the first foot freely and again hits the balls of the unfortunate servant. She laughs, he screams but without saying anything, he starts with the second foot.

Yvonne is happy with him and decides to reward him. She puts off her nightgown, turns offering her shoulder to the masseuse and says: “You’re gaining room in my heart, boy… Massage every part of my legs, accurately avoid my butt and regenerate my back, neck and head…”

Fabian is so happy that he cannot hide his joy: “Many thanks Mistress Yvonne, I will obey you forever”!

“Begin with this night, and do your best. Remember, I told you not to touch my butt. If you touch it, I will take the corrosive soap and put it where you know”.

“Don’t worry Yvonne, I won’t cheat you”.

“You’re very good at massaging, so probably at a certain point I will fall asleep. Don’t wake me up, stop massaging and go to sleep, either on the couch or here, on the floor, it’s up to you. Tomorrow morning don’t wake me up, or your balls will ache for weeks. When I wake up naturally, immediately go to the bar at the corner of the street, buy my breakfast and bring it to me. They know what I like, ask for Jean, one of the barmen, he perfectly knows…”

Fabian nods and starts massaging at his best. Yvonne feels every muscle of her legs perfectly relaxed by the man’s fingers. She has found a new servant, and this gives her a huge amount of pleasure and pride. And also Mike, as a stallion, promises to be great. She is relaxed and sleepy, and hardly feels Fabian’s fingers fairly avoiding her butt and going through her back.

“Good slave…” she whispers. Fabian sees her lips sensually moving and gets hard. She notices it: “The shrimp is moving…” she says pinching the penis of her servant sweetly. He mumbles and laughs together. Yvonne now fantasises about all the tortures she might impose on Fabian in the future. What a wonderful life, she thinks. Then she falls asleep, perfectly relaxed and spoiled by her new servant.

Fabian understands that he has to stop. He carefully goes out of the bed without waking Yvonne up, turns the lights off and crouches down on the floor, close to Yvonne’s bed and body. “This is my place”, he thinks, and falls asleep happily.