[R–18] [Bonus Chapter] 21: Chapter 21 — A Submissive Grandma.
[R–18] [Bonus Chapter] And to compensate me for the punishment—which left me feeling frustrated and harboring a bit of resentment towards her that I will admit I did have a little bit of, even though I understood she did it because I wasn’t listening to them and was overworking myself without rest—still, emotions are something that couldn’t be controlled.
And any man who is obviously not a masochist would mentally have an aversion to what she did, even if his body felt overwhelming pleasure from it.
No matter what, it would hurt a man’s pride to be treated like that, though she found a way to make me forget my resentment towards her, which I was subconsciously holding in my heart.
She picked up on my feelings very easily; even I didn’t know that I was subconsciously avoiding her, unhappy and angry at her.
After my alchemy studies, some days after the punishment and me treating her a little differently, when I opened the doors to my room, Grandma was there waiting for me inside.
I was stunned, looking at her as she was wearing a maid uniform that was incredibly erotic.
It showed the upper portion of her breasts fully, only starting to cover her tits from her nipples downwards.
It was tied with strings holding it from the back, and her shoulders were bare.
Her side boobs were also visible, and it trailed down to her abdomen, covering it before going downwards, though the sides of her waist were visible, revealing her toned midsection.
The maid uniform had a miniskirt that fell just to her upper thighs, and if she bent even a little, her panties would be visible.
Her thighs were clad in sheer black stockings.
She was there in a servant’s uniform, kneeling in front of me inside my room.
As I was too stunned to speak, she, with a misty gaze and a huge blush on her cheeks, put both her arms in front of her legs and performed a perfect dogeza or kowtow, saying in a trembling voice.
“This lowly slave greets Master.” I woke up from my reverie at the sound of her voice.
She, a divine Immortal, was there kneeling and kowtowing to me, treating herself like a servant.
I immediately knew why and rushed forward to lift her up, as all the little bit of bad feelings I had towards her melted instantly, seeing her putting all her pride and dignity down for me, just to make me forget my resentment and treat her as I used to.
What was my pride and ego in front of her status as the Deity of Infinity, yet here she was on her knees before me.
“What are you doing, Grandma!?” I said angrily.
As I held her in my arms, she had a pleading look in her eyes as she said.
“Apologizing, Master.” “Stop calling me Master, Grandma.
And if you want my forgiveness, I already forgive you.
I really don’t have any more bad feelings…” I replied to her with a stern voice.
“Really?
That you won’t treat me any differently from before again?
Right?
You won’t avoid me, right?” She asked in a hopeful voice.
To this, I released a gentle sigh and, with softened eyes, replied, “Yes.
Forgive me for doing that.
I will not avoid you and will treat you just like before.” Her face broke out in a beautiful smile, and then, with lust-filled eyes, she pulled me towards the bed.
“I still want to compensate you, my love.
So for tonight, you will be my master and can command me to do anything you want,” she said with a voice filled with anticipation.
Her words hung in the air, a sultry promise that made my already hard cock twitch with anticipation.
She saw my reaction and a slow, seductive smile spread across her lips.
With a grace that was both submissive and commanding, she slid from my arms and sank to her knees on the plush carpet beside the bed.
“Then first let me Pleasure, Master,” she murmured, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
“Iet this slave prepare you.” Before I could respond, her delicate hands were on my belt, her fingers working with practiced efficiency.
She lowered my trousers, and my cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking with anticipation.
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with lust, and slowly leaned forward.
“May I?” she asked, though it was less a question and more a formality.
Without waiting for an answer, she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my head before taking me deeper.
She sucked me with an almost religious fervor, her hands cupping my balls, her moans vibrating along my length.
It was a wet, messy blowjob, designed to please and worship, and I was lost in the sensation.
Just as I felt myself getting close to the edge, she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.
“Not yet, Master,” she said with a wicked grin.
“This slave has more to offer.” I was just getting PTSD when I saw….
Her rising gracefully and crawling onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours in the center of the mattress.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her expression a perfect blend of submission and invitation.
“This slave has saved her most precious place for you, Master,” she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
“A place no one has ever touched.
Will you claim it?” My breath hitched in my throat.
Her ass was perfect—round, firm, and begging to be touched.
I could see the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus, a dark, forbidden entrance that promised unimaginable pleasure.
I climbed onto the bed behind her, my hands caressing her cheeks, reveling in their softness.
“Are you sure, Grandma?” I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.
“Call me your slave tonight,” she corrected me, though there was no anger in her tone, only a deep, submissive need.
“And yes, Master.
I am sure.
I want you to take me there.
I want to give you my anal virginity as a sign of my complete submission to you.” Her words were all the encouragement I needed.
I spat on my hand, coating my fingers before gently probing her tight entrance.
She gasped at the contact, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into my touch.
I worked one finger inside her, then another, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
She moaned and pushed back against my hand, her body eager for more.
“Please, Master,” she begged.
“I’m ready.
Take me now.” I positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock pressing against her tight entrance.
I could feel her trembling with anticipation, her body a canvas of nervous energy and raw desire.
With a slow, steady pressure, I pushed forward, breaching her tight ring of muscle.
She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as I slid deeper into her ass.
It was tighter than anything I had ever felt, a hot, velvety grip that threatened to send me over the edge right then and there.
I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to my size, my hands resting on her hips.
“More,” she moaned, her voice strained with effort.
“Don’t stop, Master.
Fuck your slave’s ass.” I needed no further encouragement.
I began to move, slowly at first, then faster, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight hole, the sounds of our bodies coming together, the feeling of her hot, tight ass gripping me—it was almost too much to bear.
I raised my hand and brought it down on her cheek with a sharp smack.
She cried out, her body arching in pleasure, her ass clenching around my cock.
I did it again, and again, leaving red handprints on her pale skin, each slap met with a moan of encouragement.
“You like that, don’t you, slave?” I growled, my voice rough with lust.
“You like it when I spank your ass while I fuck it.” “Yes, Master,” she cried out, her voice ragged.
“I love it.
I love everything you do to me.
Please, don’t stop.” I reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.
The change in angle allowed me to go even deeper, and she screamed in pleasure, her body convulsing around me.
I could feel her getting close, her muscles tensing, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.
“Cum for me, slave,” I commanded, my voice harsh and demanding.
“Cum with my cock in your ass.” With a loud cry, she came, her body shaking uncontrollably, her ass clamping down on my cock like a vise.
The feeling was too much, and with a final, deep thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and came, filling her ass with my hot, thick seed.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged and uneven.
I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as we both came down from our high.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, her voice soft and content.
“For claiming your slave’s most precious gift.” And after that we continued in many different Positions.
After the satisfying night, I kissed her forehead, my heart filled with a love and affection that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
“The pleasure was all mine, my love,” I replied, my voice gentle and tender.
“All mine.” ….