Submitting to my Nephew – Part 3 (Recovery and Future Plans)
This series is a figment of my imagination. All characters mentioned in the story are fictional and are created for entertainment purposes. Please don’t mail me asking for my details. Review emails are appreciated. I am Sarah, and this is a story of how I submitted myself to my distant 20-year-old nephew, Alan. Sorry for the delay in posting the next part. I have been busy with some personal things this year. I’ll make sure that the next parts keep on coming at regular intervals. Thank you for showering all the appreciation and love on my previous stories. Hope you like this one too. Chapter 3: Alan let me rest for some time on his bed until I regained consciousness. He also took care of me and my body like a husband would of his wife. He cleaned me, bathed me, fed me and applied ointment on my body over the bruises. My face was all red and bruised up by the brutal slaps, which I didn’t mind at all. I made sure that Alan knew about my consent. He rubbed the ointment all over my face and made sure I was healed before he bruised me up all over again. “Aunt, I hope you didn’t mind the brutal assault I did on you,” he said with a caring tone. I couldn’t believe he was the same guy who slapped me so hard and made me scream until my lungs came out just a few hours ago. “Not at all, son. I meant what I said earlier, and if this is the aftercare I’ll receive after every session, I’m more than happy to do it again. Next time, don’t hold back and continue what you did today,” I said. We both kissed each other like a couple. I was all naked on his bed, and I didn’t mind that at all. I cuddled Alan tightly, and he, too, responded in the same way. “So tell me, Aunt, what are your hard limits?” he asked me. “Umm, nothing as such, except for shit-play. I’m fine with anything,” I said “So you mean tomorrow, if I throw you naked between a group of 10 people, you’d be okay to get fucked by these 10 people?” He asked very casually. “If I’m being honest, YES. I don’t mind following your commands as long as you make sure of my safety. Also, if you don’t know, your Aunt likes to feast on pussies from time to time, so you can make your evil mind plan something around it,” I said naughtily. I pressed my finger on his head, enacting to think. “You are opening all new possibilities for me to keep you on your toes,” saying this, he placed his finger on my swollen clit. “You are the Master of this house now. Your wish is my command, and I’ll do everything I can to fulfil it,” I said and kissed my nephew like I would kiss any of my lovers. We cuddled for some time, and then Alan ordered food from the nearby Chinese corner. When the delivery guy buzzed, he gave me a see-through lingerie to wear and ordered me to collect the parcel. Like a shameless slut, I walked half-naked in front of a stranger and fulfilled my Master’s command. The delivery guy’s eyes popped out of his socket as he saw up and down my body. He made sure he captured my body in his brain until I shut the door on his face. This was a unique experience for me as I had never done anything as such before in my life. “Aunt, do you mind if I invite my girlfriend here next week?” Alan asked me “Baby, I just now told you that you are the Master of this house now, you can invite whoever you want to. Just out of curiosity, does your girlfriend know that you are an animal in bed?” I asked “Who do you think I practised all of this before?” He asked and gave me an evil smile “Anyway, we had our fun for a year, but now she is looking to be dominant. I’m not submissive, so I’m thinking, what if I involve you? We both dominate the shit out of your body,” he said and pulled me closed by pulling my netted panties. “That sounds fun. I couldn’t wait to taste my Mistress’s pussy,” I said and licked my lips with my tongue seductively. “That’s like my good little slut,” Alan said, and we both kissed each other. Alan was 16 years younger than me. But he held such a dominant position that no one would believe I was the older one in our Master-Slave relationship. Alan made me kneel between his legs under the dining table. He had his dinner, and then he fed me the leftovers from his used plate. That night, we both slept in my bedroom, which was also the Master Bedroom of my penthouse. Alan applied some ointment over my pussy. My pussy healed completely by the next morning, and the swelling also disappeared. He gave me a pill, which I swallowed without asking any questions. It was a painkiller, I believe, that gave me a good sleep and made sure I was back to normal by morning. The next morning was a Sunday. By the time I woke up, Alan was already up, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I woke up and looked at my body in the mirror. The bruises from slaps and Alan’s bites were looking amazing over my body. My face was still a bit bruised up, but the pill was doing its job. Alan had made sure to slap me at the right spots so that no bone of mine was hurt. It was only the skin that suffered. I walked down to the kitchen, still naked from last night. I saw Alan preparing an omelette, wearing nothing but an apron. He looked so hot that my pussy started getting wet at the very instant. Alan and I spent the entire Sunday cuddling and kissing around the house. He made sure I was fully recovered before he assaulted my body again. The only rule I had to follow was to stay naked in the house. He didn’t allow me to wear a single piece of fabric over my body. I, too, was enjoying the thrill. The entire week went by and Alan was with his college and didn’t give me much attention. However, he made sure that I obeyed his order to stay naked in the house. My wounds healed after 2-3 days, and the bruises were not that visible. Finally, it was Friday eve, and I knew Alan would be unleashing his beast tonight.