As the real estate agent for the vacant property, it was Aleah’s job to hold an inspection on the Saturday for prospective tenants, even though it was a long weekend and no one would turn up.

After standing around the empty house, wasting her time with absolutely no visitors, she was about to pack up, when someone *did* arrive – a tall, dark-haired man with a trim salt-and-pepper beard.

“Are you here for the house?” she asked, kicking herself even as she said it, because what else could he be here for?

He smiled, as if at an inner joke. “I was,” he said. “But I think I like the decorations better.”

She blushed, and avoided eye contact, making a show of packing up her briefcase and documents. “Well, the inspection timeslot is over,” she said.

“Sit on the couch there for a moment,” he said, pointing at one of the few items of furniture the previous tenants had left.

She dithered. She could push him out the door, and lock up – but what would a few more minutes cost? She sat, nervously.

The man stood in front of her. The difference in their heights made Aleah feel strange and awkward.

“What’s your name, girl?” he asked her.

“Aleah,” she said.

“I’m going to tell you to do something, Aleah,” he said. “And you don’t have to do it, and if you don’t do it I’m going to walk out the door and not trouble you again. And I’m not going to apply for this house, and whether you obey me or not won’t change that.”

“What do you want?” she asked. This felt surreal. Seated, her eyes were level with the man’s groin. He towered over her.

“I’m going to tell you to do something, and you’re not going to do it because you’re threatened, and you’re not going to do it because you’re obliged. You’re going to do it because it will make you feel good to obey, do you understand?”

“I don’t….” she said, confused.

“Aleah,” he said, sharply, and she fell silent and looked up at him with big, nervous eyes.

“Yes?” she said in a small voice.

“Show me your tits,” he said.

She went bright red. She was embarrassed not because his request was crude – but because she instantly, immediately knew she was going to obey. His tone was so confident, and commanding, that she just wanted to let him take control of her. She didn’t feel threatened or unsafe. She felt like she was being given an opportunity.

An opportunity to be happy.

Slowly, she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pulled down the front bodice, and lifted her breasts out into view. She was blushing, yes – as she should be, exposing herself to a man whose name she didn’t even know – but her nipples were rock hard, and it wasn’t even cold. And she no longer wanted to avert her gaze. Instead she looked up at him, scanning his face for what she desperately wanted to see – approval.

He smiled. “Good girl,” he said.

Aleah melted.

“Does it make you feel good to obey, Aleah?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, in a small voice.

“Does it make you wet to expose your tits, Aleah?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said again.

“I didn’t come here expecting to fuck you, Aleah,” said the man, “but I think I want to rape you. How do you feel about that?”

She tried to answer, but couldn’t form coherent words. All that came out was a little mewl of desire.

“I’m going to leave you,” said the man, “and drive to the local shops to buy condoms. If you don’t want to be raped, you can leave while I’m gone. I’ll give you plenty of time.”

Aleah whimpered. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want this wonderful, unexpected discovery of how good it felt to submit to end.

“But if I come back, Aleah,” said the man, “then I expect to find the front door of this house wide open. I expect to find you naked, in the front hallway, on all fours, facing away from the door so you can’t see if anyone is looking at you. And I expect your ass to be pointed towards me, and your cunt to be wet and ready to be fucked. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said, and then added, without being asked, “sir.”

“Good girl,” he said again. And, without any further words, he turned and left.

As soon as he left, Aleah scrambled to get undressed. She was so eager she actually ripped her dress – she’d have to drive home afterwards half-naked, but she didn’t care. She practically ran to the front hallway, opened the door as wide as it would go, and got down on all fours like a dog, presenting her ass visibly to the public street.

Her cunt had never been this wet in her life. Her brain was nothing but a pink cloud of desire. She knew that no matter what happened with this man, she would need this in her life – the feeling of being controlled, and dominated, and vulnerable.

She felt tears in her eyes. She was literally crying with gratitude to the anonymous man, for unlocking this desire within her.

She pushed her ass up, and her tits down against the cold tile of the hallway and, as patiently as she could, she waited to be raped.


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