“Mia, it’s okay,” I repeated. “I’m a bit sore and still a bit shocked, but I’m honestly okay.”
“Well, I’m going to make it up to you,” Mia said firmly. “I’m coming to your place tonight, Matt. I know you don’t like me knowing too much about you, but I don’t care. I’m coming over. I’m going to bring us dinner, and then after that, I’m going to take off all your clothes. I’m gonna strip you naked and check on your body where you’ve been hurt…I’ll be your own personal nurse.”
“That’s not really necessary, Mia,” I laughed. “But I do like the sound of it…”
“Good! I also want to talk to you about doing a few other things too,” Mia whispered. “There’s something I need to talk to you about…it’s about us. It’s something big, and I’m not talking about that giant sausage dangling between your legs.”
“Okay, Mia,” I laughed, always amused by the multitude of peculiar references the cheeky schoolgirl made about my penis. “Come over at seven. I’ll be waiting. I’m looking forward to seeing you.”
I gave the beautiful teen my address, and then quickly tidied up my apartment. I put the dishes away, stowed all my laundry, made the bed, vacuumed, and carefully tidied my stack of vintage Playboy magazines, which I cheekily kept on my lounge room coffee table.
I considered jerking off so I’d last a bit longer if Mia gave me another hand job, but I was way too tired.
Ms. Chabrol’s evening of sexual domination had exhausted me completely.
I’d slept most of the day, so I killed the time until Mia’s arrival by showering, lazing on the couch, and listening to a couple of reality TV star and radio host Abbie Chatfield’s very amusing podcasts.
Mia St. Clair arrived at my apartment right on seven, and I excitedly and very happily buzzed her in.
I’d smartened myself up in a pair of jeans and a black-and-red checked, short-sleeved, button-up shirt.
My longish brown hair was neatly slicked back and I didn’t hold off on the cologne and deodorant.
“Hi Matt,” Mia smiled when I opened the door. “I can’t believe I’m in your apartment. I’m actually at Matt’s place!”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I’d previously seen Mia dressed casually in her school uniform, or denim shorts and singlet, and the aforementioned very sexy bikini.
She’d looked fresh and youthful, totally free of makeup, and utterly beautiful. On this night, however, Mia looked like a young woman.
Her long, sandy brown hair looked like it had been recently styled, and she was wearing subtle make-up, with deep red lipstick, a little mascara, and alluring eyeshadow.
She wore a tight fitting, shoulder-revealing black mini-dress which showed off her long, lithe legs and slim, straight-up-and-down figure.
It was teamed with a pair of stylish black high-heel shoes and a mid-size mesh black handbag.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “Mia, you look absolutely amazing! You are stunning! You look even more beautiful than you usually do! You look like a model!”
“Thanks…I wanted to make an effort for you, Matt…after what you went through for all of us,” Mia smiled and held up a large brown paper bag, obviously filled with food. “Let’s eat, and then you can get naked.”
“Yes, miss,” I joked. “Come on in.”
I quickly showed Mia around, lit some candles, and then we sat down for a delicious meal of Thai food washed down with a couple of glasses of white wine. We chatted freely and easily, and I asked after Mia’s best friend, Iris.
“Iris is doing great,” Mia smiled. “She’s actually got a boyfriend now. Julian’s a bit older, like you…he’s 23. He’s cute and nice. He works as a barman. They haven’t had actual sex yet, but Iris lets him lick her vadge and she sucks him off too. They’re having a good time. She’s still got a soft spot for you though, Matt. She talks about your massive hanger all the time.”
“That’s very sweet,” I smiled. “Iris is great. Julian’s a lucky guy…I hope he knows that.”
Mia also pressed me for all the gruesome details about what Ms. Chabrol had done to me the previous night.
I was totally up front, taking the fascinated and horrified teen through the whole sordid evening.
Mia shook her head and frowned through most of it, particularly when I detailed my pegging.
“I can’t believe Ms. Chabrol did that to you,” Mia cringed. “That is so weird…going up your bum like that with a dildo. I didn’t even know that was a thing. She’s gross.”
We finished our food, and continued to chat while I rinsed the dishes and packed away the discarded packages and containers from our meal.
Mia looked at me from the dining room table, and comically and sexily sucked on her right index finger.
“Oh, well, that’s dinner done,” Mia giggled. “That means it’s time for you to model your birthday suit for me.”
“Oh, my god,” I laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yep,” Mia smiled. “Strip, Matt…nice and slow. I won’t make you dance like a big-dick stripper, but put on a show for me…just like the first day we met at the bay. Take it slow, baby.”
“Okay, okay,” I laughed, and moved into the middle of the lounge room. “My god, this is so embarrassing…I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. I’ve never been naked in front of a girl before. Don’t laugh.”
“That’s hilarious,” Mia giggled at my very obvious joke. “Get your gear off!”
I looked at Mia and attempted a sexy smile. I slowly undid the buttons of my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. I tossed it onto the sofa.
My bare torso glistened in the soft light of the lounge room, slicked with sweat from my increasing excitement.
“Oh, my god,” Mia gasped, but this time, it wasn’t in response to my muscled chest and shredded abs. “Oh, no…”
My bare torso was covered in welts and bruises from where I’d been lashed with the leather belt and struck continually by Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol.
My waxed body wasn’t its usual smooth, toned, unblemished self, and Mia was shocked.
“That French bitch,” Mia scowled. “Look at what she’s done to your beautiful body…that psycho! That bitch…”
I kicked off my trainers and then ripped my socks off quickly. I pushed them aside with my foot, and then slowly undid my belt.
I sexily pulled open the button of my jeans, and then slid the zipper down at a glacial pace. Mia smiled, but I saw a tear rolling down her cheek.
With Mia watching my every move intently, I slowly slid my jeans down over my thighs, let them drop to my ankles, and then clumsily pulled them off over my bare feet. I tossed them on top of my shirt on the sofa.
“That’s it, big boy,” Mia whooped, obviously adjusting to the sight of my injuries. “Get those pants off! This is when it gets really good!”
I was nervous with anticipation. I loved getting naked for women, and I knew that Mia loved checking me out. I now stood in front of the beautiful teen in just my fitted Calvin Klein trunks.
At this sight, Mia let out a cheeky whistle and slowly clapped her hands together. She looked me up and down again and again, checking out every inch of my muscled body, obviously still a little perturbed by my bruises and welts.
Her eyes settled comically on the enormous bulge in the strained crotch of my underwear.