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Uncovering a Small-Time Family Member: Isabelle

A child uncovers her relative's real sexual potential.

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May 2, 2024
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Discovering My Cousin Isabelle
Discovering My Cousin Isabelle

Uncovering a Small-Time Family Member: Isabelle

My relative Isabelle inhabits London. She holds jobs as both a model and a therapist who focuses on sexual issues during her free time.

Isabelle has served as my secret sexual role model for years. We'd only ever cross paths in person twice; however, we maintained frequent online conversations and exchanged the occasional handwritten note. This alteration occurred last summer, when I had the opportunity to spend ample time with her - a spell that afforded me a glimpse into her fascinating, alluring, and erotic inner realm.

As a girl, my sexual journey experienced numerous setbacks. My initial encounters with boys were insubstantial and unfulfilling, leaving me with a determination to safeguard myself and gain a comprehensive understanding of intimacy. When I made this pledge, Isabelle's name popped into my mind.

Though only three years senior, Isabelle illustrated a mature personality and appeared decades beyond her years when compared to classmates.

The summer I attained adulthood was monumental, and I intended to make it memorable. I'd squirreled away funds for about a year, and once mom granted permission to travel abroad, it was a no-brainer that my destination would be London. I craved Isabelle's guidance on sexual matters. I trusted her intuition about what she might advise, plus my long-cherished curiosity regarding her modeling and daydream occupations.

Upon arrival, Isabelle orchestrated my airport pickup and then transported me to a charming cafe to solidify our acquaintance and establish rapport.

Isabelle's beauty filled me with admiration as soon as we met face-to-face for the first time. She looked even more stunning and alluring than I recalled.

"I'm a sex therapist, more or less," she declared minutes after our lunch culminated.

"But in your messages, I've relayed so much about you," I informed her with a veiled reference to her sex work.

"That's true," she conceded. "I do offer a specific form of therapy occasionally, yet it's not the totality of what I do."

"Your modeling, then?" I inquired, hoping to contain my enthusiasm.

"I do model," she continued with a slight smile. "And it's financially fruitful, but it's the evenings when I enact my preferred vocation that generate significant income."

I was eager to find out more about her secretive work. "What's that?" I asked, fully prepared to listen, no matter how explicit her answers could be.

Isabelle fidgeted and instructed me to move closer. "When did you inform your mother of the reasoning behind this trip?" she questioned.

"I divulged that I needed to experience the world while I still could," I admitted in genuine honesty.

"But genuinely, what do you want to see?"

"Your world," I said with utter sincerity.

"I'm a mistress," she divulged with utter composure, "and I assist gentlemen in learning submission and obedience within their sexual experiences."

I paled at her explanation. Isabelle's culture and sophistication had previously stunned me. Her confessions pushed the boundaries of my upbringing in a small town.

Isabelle discerned my internal turmoil and posited that I also required an exploration of my power. The bond between us was undeniably strong, and even though I denied my sexual desires, they persisted within me.

She remarked that I seemed similarly poised at the cusp of my own sexual epiphany. As she spoke, her accounts aroused me further.

She disclosed a client's voyeuristic fantasy, in which he desired control from a young woman monitoring his situation. She then proposed my participation in this couple's forthcoming session.

The thought of it overwhelmed me - it heightened my arousal even more than any fantasy in my prior experiences. As Isabelle unveiled additional details about her mysterious lifestyle, my body began to burn. By the time our conversation ended, I accepted her invitation, unable to consider refusal.

After only two days, I embarked on a novel sexual journey, submerging myself in the world of erotic domination.

Isabelle's dungeon, as she termed it, was an erotic expanse of red and black lit by a mere handful of heavily scented candles and plunged into darkness elsewhere. My fantasies had no parallel to this place.

The air was thick with flowing silks, long mirrors, shackles of different types, and a solitary chain suspended from the ceiling in the middle.

The anticipation grew as she led me through, describing each item and the rules of her domain. Bit by bit, I started to feel an electric current running through my body, my mind awhirl with ideas I'd never even contemplated just a few days ago.

As we strolled along and heard her explain the inner workings of her world, my desire for Isabelle began to intensify.

The sudden impulse to touch and be touched by Isabelle was consuming me.

Before we reached her private quarters, Isabelle asked if I was genuinely prepared for this experience. When she asked, I couldn't help but show my enthusiasm in my eyes.

She had taken me shopping earlier, and as we got ready for her session with a client, she helped me get dressed.

I was adorned in a brief, tartan skirt with white nylons, black stilettos, and a lush, red, push-up bra that accentuated my breasts in a way that sent thrills even up my spine. Over the bra, I wore a sheer, sleeveless blouse that Isabelle ensured was undone a few buttons low enough to reveal the top of the bra.

As she fine-tuned my appearance, my body began to react to her touch. In the beginning, I was uneasy, as she was my cousin - a very close one at that. But something deep inside me wished this never ended.

I tried feigning indifference, yet inside, I couldn't contain my delight.

My experience was unlike any before, the sensations I felt coursing through me like none I'd ever experienced. Part of me was ashamed, but as her hands lingered on the outfit, the more I craved it.

I was dressed and stationed in a dark corner facing the door.

"Just remember," she instructed me, "not a word. Feel free to move about as you please, but make no error - you mustn't let him hear your voice."

As she said it, she unbuttoned my blouse even lower; her fingertips left a warm imprint on the fabric that seeped through to my breasts.

With a final peck on my cheek, she vanished.

I'd been informed of how these sessions were conducted, but it made no difference. The electrifying sensations racing through me were incredibly enticing.

I lingered my hand on the bra's spot touched by Isabelle. Her warmth still lingered on the material.

The door opened, and in walked a naked man, adorned with just a black collar and mask. Isabelle guided him by the hand.

He was average in height and appearance, but his body struck me as handsome. His care for himself showed in his well-tended manhood, which hung softly.

Isabelle led him to the center of the room and clipped the hanging chain to the collar.

"Is she really here?" he inquired.

"Silence," Isabelle commanded as she reprimanded him. "Be aware that she's young, and this must always be kept in mind."

"Yes, Mistress," he mumbled submissively.

I took note of Isabelle's actions: she glided over to him, gently stroking his chest and arms, gazing first at his body and then at me.

"She seems quite intrigued by you," Isabelle said, her mouth near his ear, her gaze alternating between me and him.

I flushed, grateful for the darkness. Despite the situation, I knew my feelings for her were more than obvious.

My eyes were glued to Isabelle's movements, captivated by the man's nude body. Her hands slid down his back, awakening his limp penis. As she traced her fingers over his back, it stiffened and grew in size.

"Now, name your submission," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," he said in a breath.

In the shadows I was, watching her interact with the man as he stood rooted to the spot.

I let my fingers wander around the bra that was recently touched by her fingers. The warm sensation lingered.

Isabelle continued speaking softly to her client.

"Commend me, please," she said.

"Yes, Mistress, you have my complete submission," he said.

I watched his erection engorge under her touch. Ultimately, it all came down to this; either cowering in fear or achieving completion.

I fondled my chest and was overwhelmed with desire as I felt my own body stir.

In the darkness, my hands moved down the front of my body and roamed my breasts through the bra. As I ran my fingers through my skirt, provoking my arousal, Isabelle must have noticed.

She spanked the naked man harder.

Again, his body reacted violently.

"Are you eager to please me?" Isabelle inquired.

"Yes, Mistress," he bellowed.

In that moment, I felt a new kind of desire. As I watched the interaction between them, I instinctively began to caress myself.

I watched Isabelle jerk him around again, this time with a little more force. Each impact caused his body to leap forward, tightening his stiff cock.

"Confirm your submission," she directed.

"Yes, Mistress," he yelled.

In the shadows, my heart was pounding, my entire body pulsating with intense arousal. Black, tightening shackles hung around his neck, one hand tied to the chain, the other bound to his penis.

The connection between Isabelle and her client was potent; their energy pulsed through the room. And there I was, standing in the corner, witnessing the finest performance I'd ever experienced.

I found myself staring at Isabelle, her gaze locked with mine. Her lips curled into a smile and her body pressed against a naked man's backside. His erection stood at attention, but his hands were chained and helpless to touch himself.

"You like being punished, don't you, pet?" she purred, caressing him.

"Yes, Mistress," he moaned in reply.

Isabelle motioned for me to move closer, so I obediently walked toward the duo, my eyes darting between Isabelle's and the man's arousal.

"Someone is witnessing your punishment," she informed him as I stepped nearer. I could feel my heart pounding, both in fear and excitement.

"Isabelle," she murmured in my ear, still rubbing herself against the man's stiff penis. "Our new guest is watching you."

In response, the man groaned. I couldn't help but linger on his naked form, taking in every detail—from his muscular arms to the burgeoning erection tied to the back of his thighs.

As I drew closer, I caught sight of my own reflection in his determined eyes. I swallowed hard.

I gingerly reached up, my fingers sliding under my skirt. I tried not to think about what I was doing, only that I was witnessing a fantasy come to life.

"Let her see what you're worth," Isabelle whispered, her fingers now gliding faster up and down his shaft.

In response, I slid my fingers over my damp pussy lips, feeling a growing wetness between my thighs.

"Your pleasure has a spectator," Isabelle told the captive man in a hushed tone. "She wants you to finish in front of her."

His moans filled the room, his muscles tensing as he fought not to cum.

My eyes flicked between his convulsing body and Isabelle's strong fingers, stroking him with obvious pleasure.

"Our guest wants to see you explode," Isabelle declared before sending her hands flying up and down the length of his gleaming shaft.

I waited with bated breath, my fingers delving deeper into my pussy. The thrill of connection with the two of them was overwhelming.

The captive man's body shuddered, releasing his final ecstasy. Stream after stream of hot cum splattered onto the floor.

As the final pulses of pleasure left him, his cock went limp in Isabelle's hands.

My own fingers came away wet. I licked them in astonishment, savoring their dampness as if it were a testament to Isabelle's power.

I turned to face Isabelle, the man's spent body still in my peripheral.

My eyes admired her—firm thighs, the pink of her skin contrasting against the black of her latex gloves, his cum drying between her fingers.

She slowly released him from his bonds.

My gaze lingered on the remnants of that moment, appreciating the sight left before me: the large puddle of cum, the empty chains, and, most importantly, the large pool of saliva building up between her fingers.

"Cum on my face," I moaned once more, feeling dizzy.

Isabelle removed her gloves and faced me. Her calm look gave away nothing as she stared into my eyes.

As the scene changed, she gently untied the mask from his face.

I was still half-hidden in darkness when I felt her drag him out of the playroom by his arm.

As I stood, still feeling the lingering excitement from earlier, I realized that not only did Isabelle know the essence of administering sensuality, but I now felt that I could achieve the same for myself.

I had felt an opening I hadn't known existed—a tangible connection with something dark and delicious. There'd been a hint of shyness before, but now my body felt empowered.

My heart raced as Isabelle returned, her steps faint as she entered the room again.

"How did you enjoy it?" she asked, taking my hand. "Are you interested in learning more?"

I swallowed hard before admitting my pleasure and craving for more.

She approached me calmly, as if reading me.

"We've only just scratched the surface of what I can teach you," she whispered, her thumb caressing my chin before independent escort she took a firm grip on my jaw, looking me in the eyes with a reserved power.

I felt both an overwhelming confidence and an endless excitement for the path ahead.

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