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Jake had had some hope that the girls would stay for dinner, but Amy’s father wanted her home, and Daniela had some chore to do that her brother had apparently neglected, and Madison had some errand of her own.
He could have kept Gwen – heck, he could have kept Gwen nude, and made her suck his dick all night, if he’d wanted to – but it was weird having her around byself, with her combination of servile obedience and naked hatred.
Jake’s mother had hinted that she had some understanding of what Jake had done to Gwen, and further hinted that she approved – but that didn’t mean Jake was prepared to eat dinner with his mother while a fuckslave knelt at his feet.
With that in mind, he sent Gwen home – and now that all his “friends” had left, his mother popped her head in to ask if Jake could pick up some supplies from the corner store for dinner.
Jake actually liked visiting the corner store – because Emily worked there.
Emily, who had been the victim of one of Jake’s first uncontrolled, unethical Leashings.
She was alone at the cashier when Jake walked in – and she immediately jumped, and blushed, at the very sight of him.
Seeing that there were no other customers in the store, Jake walked directly over to her, and pointedly directed his gaze towards her large, appealing tits.
“Do you like my tits, sir?” asked Emily. Her face was bright red – and as Jake watched, her nipples began to harden within her blouse, visibly pressing against the material.
“Yes, Emily,” he said. “They’re very slutty.”
She made a small, audible gasp of arousal, and Jake smiled.
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He’d talked to Madison about this, only a few days ago. At that point he’d been trying to avoid going to the corner store at all.
“Good grief, Jake,” sighed Madison, exasperated. “You can’t just avoid the girl for the rest of your life. Where are you going to buy milk? Are you going to walk to the next suburb?”
Jake had, honestly, been waiting for his mother to go shopping at the supermarket on weekends.
“But it’s weird,” he said. “Every time I go there, she calls me sir and asks me if I like her tits.”
“Why does she do that?” asked Madison.
“Because I told her to,” said Jake. “After I Leashed her.”
Madison just looked at him.
“What?” said Jake.
“Run that through your head again, Jake,” said Madison. “What were the words you just said?”
“I told her to call me sir,” he said, “and to ask me if I liked her tits, after I Leashed her.”
Madison kept looking at him.
Jake thought for a moment.
“After I Leashed her,” he said again. “After.”
“Right,” said Madison. “And what Leash did you give her again?”
“Ah… I connected ‘shame’ and ‘submission’ and ‘arousal’, I think,” he said.
“So you didn’t magically mind control her to call you sir?” asked Madison.
Jake made a face. “No,” he said.
“So why is she doing that, Jake?” asked Madison.
“Because… it makes her aroused,” said Jake. “But the only reason it makes her aroused is the Leash.”
“But she could choose not to, right?” said Madison. “I mean, masturbating is fun for you, but you don’t do it in public, do you?” She paused, and added, hopefully, “Right?”
“No, of course I don’t,” said Jake. “But I thought you said it was wrong to make use of a non-consenting Leash.”
“I don’t think you’re using it, Jake,” said Madison. “Yes, you shouldn’t have done it. But you’ve worked pretty hard on being better. And she’s still stuck with the Leash, and you can’t remove it for her. It sounds like she’s initiating these interactions with you, because she wants the pleasure they bring. It’s up to you whether you give her that pleasure, or deny it.”
“You really don’t mind?” he asked.
“I think it’s about time you cared less about what I mind,” said Madison, “and more about what you personally think is right.”
She paused, and then added, “But I think it’s ridiculous you made her ashamed of her tits. That girl has nothing to be ashamed of in relation to those boobs.”
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“Do you like calling me ‘sir’, Emily?” Jake asked the cashier.
Her blush deepened. She didn’t know how to answer.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop,” said Jake. “In fact, I won’t let you, unless you tell me clearly that you want to do it. Not just want – need.”
Her lip quivered. She wasn’t prepared for this.
“This isn’t a trick, Emily,” said Jake. “I’m serious. I don’t want to comment on your big slutty tits and have you call me ‘sir’ unless that’s something you need. You have to say it, if you want it.”
He looked at her, giving her time to decide. Had he wagered too much on this?
But the truth was, he was fine if she didn’t want it. He had four girls hanging on his every word already. It was fun to make the busty girl blush, but it was no real loss if it stopped, and it would certainly remove his sense of guilt.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Yes, sir,” said Emily, quickly, as though she had been holding her breath and it was now escaping in a rush. “Yes, sir, I need to call you sir. I need you to… to tell me if my tits are pretty.”
She looked down at the counter, unwilling to make eye contact.
Jake smiled.
“Do you want me to take it further, Emily?” he asked. “You’re allowed to say no.”
It took her another moment to decide, but when she did there was no doubt in her voice.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Good girl,” said Jake. “Take off your panties and put them on the counter there, where I can see them. You’re not allowed to put them back on until I leave the store. From now on, I want you to always take them off and put them on the counter when I come in here, unless I’m in the company of my mother.”
“Yes, sir,” said Emily. Her voice was shaking a little now, but she bent a little, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties down her legs. When they were off, she placed them on the counter. They were white cotton.
“Good girl,” said Jake.
His cock was hard – but he had no intention of telling Emily that.
Instead, he turned to do his shopping, leaving Emily alone, blushing, with her panties in full view next to the register.
It took Jake about ten minutes to find what he wanted in the store – but as he was returning, he heard the shop doorbell ring, and when he reached the counter he saw someone else standing there.
It was a woman, tall and buxom, with dark red hair. She wore high heels and a tight sweater, stretched across her generous bosom, and she looked vaguely familiar to Jake.
It took him only a moment to place her.
It was Madison’s mother – Jake’s aunt – Natasha Calderay.
“Why, hello, Jake,” she said, smiling broadly. “What a pleasant surprise to run into you! I’ve been hearing so much about you from Madison lately!”
Jake tried desperately – and unsuccessfully – not to blush. His cock was still hard – and behind Mrs Calderay, Emily’s panties were still lying on the counter. To make it worse, Natasha’s sweater was very suggestive of the titflesh beneath it.
He probed lightly – almost instinctively – with the Leash. But Natasha Calderay’s mind was behind the same impenetrable shield of confidence that normally protected Madison. And yet – there was something beneath it. Something unusual.
Madison had said the Leash ran in the family, and that her family had used the Leash to defeat Jake’s father. Did Natasha have the same power as Madison and Jake? Was that what Jake was sensing?
He hoped his own shields were as strong as Madison’s. He’d been working on that, with Madison’s help – but he felt far from fully confident right now, and the last thing he needed was for Madison’s mother to see that he was sexually aroused while thinking about her tits.
“Uh, hello, Aunt Natasha,” said Jake, awkwardly. “It’s good to see you.”
“I understand you and Madison have become very close lately, Jake,” said Natasha. “I’m glad to see it.”
Jake felt lost in this conversation. How much had Madison told her mother? Did Natasha know Jake had the Leash? Did she know about the project to break the Cat Clique? Did she maybe even know that Madison had shown Jake her tits, and kissed him, and…
He had to assume she didn’t.
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess now that I’m older we have more things to talk about. We’re getting on pretty well.
“You certainly have grown up,” said Natasha.
And… was Jake crazy? Or was she eyeing him up, running her eyes up his body, lingering on his crotch and chest?
Surely not. That was just Jake’s cock, messing with his thinking. He was an idiot, starting an erotic situation at a store, where just anyone – including aunts – could walk in while he was still worked up.
“Uh, I should probably pay for these and get home,” said Jake. He moved quickly past Natasha to the register, and dumped his purchases on the counter – strategically hiding Emily’s panties from view as he did so.
Emily – also blushing – quickly scanned them.
“That will be twenty dollars and thirty cents, sir,” she said, in a quiet voice.
Natasha heard it.
“Sir?” she said. “You certainly are commanding respect with the young ladies, Jake.”
And then she stepped towards him, and – out of sight of Emily – placed one hand firmly on Jake’s ass.
And squeezed.
Jake’s eyes went wide, and he jumped.
“Uh, sure,” he said to Emily, and quickly scanned his mother’s credit card across the EFTPOS, as Emily scooped his purchases into a grocery bag. He took the bag from Emily, and pulled away from the counter – and from Natasha – as quickly as he could.
But Natasha followed, basically pinning Jake up against the wall near the exit doors.
“Why the hurry, Jake?” she said. “It’s not like we see each other often.”
“Uh…” said Jake. He didn’t understand what was happening here. Had Madison’s mother – his aunt – really groped his ass? Despite everything, Jake’s cock was still hard, and Natasha’s large tits, attractively displayed in her sweater, were close to his chest now.
“We should fix that,” said Natasha. “Why don’t you come around for dinner on the weekend, Jake? You can have dinner with the family. It’ll be a nice chance to catch up.”
Jake looked for help to Emily, but she was steadfastly looking away, embarrassed.
“Uh, I think I might be busy…” Jake attempted, but Natasha wasn’t having it.
“No, you’re not,” she said decisively. “You’ll come around for dinner on Saturday night.”
And as she said this, Jake jumped again – because she had just put one hand on his groin. Her palm was massaging his cock through his pants, and then her fingers were curling around it as best as she could through the fabric, squeezing it.
“I think you’ll find I’m a very good host, Jake,” she said. “I think you’ll like visiting.”
It was all Jake could do not to groan, as his aunt began to basically pump his dick through his pants, right here in the corner store.
“Say you’ll come, Jake,” said Natasha. “You know you want to.”
Jake was very much afraid he was going to do exactly that.
“This Saturday,” said Natasha. “Are we agreed?”
“Yes…” gasped Jake. “Yes. This Saturday.”
“Good boy,” said Natasha. “Or should I say… thank you, sir?”
And with that, she smiled, and released his cock, and stepped back.
“I’ll see you on Saturday, Jake,” she said. “Six pm sharp.”
Jake had no reply. He just stared at her, his eyes wide – and then, clutching his grocery bag to his chest, he fled from the store, with one thought on his mind:
What the fuck had just happened?
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