Helping Out Mum's Friend

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Brett Simmons had little luck with women. At 21, he was still an awkward kid around women. His one real relationship with a girl was in his last year at college. That only lasted a few months and ended when she went off with one of his so-called friends at a party. He was in that stage of life where he was trying to figure out what he was doing with his life, and still living at home and working part-time at a local hardware store.

He was lying on his bed reading when his mum knocked on the door.

"Yep, come in."

"Hey Brett love, what are you up to?" His mum asked.

"Nothing much, just reading," He replied.

"Anything interesting?"

"Just one of Dad's old books, James Herbert's The Rats," He said, smiling.

His dad had passed away suddenly five years previously. He was an avid reader of pulp horror books and had left quite a collection behind. His mum didn't have the heart to throw them out and was pleased to see that Brett was reading them. His mum had recently started dating again and was seeing a guy regularly. Brett had met him several times and thought he seemed decent.

"So what do you need, mum?" Brett asked.

Sitting beside him on the bed, she told him she had just had a call from Audrey. Audrey used to live next door and was his mum's best friend.

"Ok, and ...?" He asked.

"Well," His mum replied, "She was asking what you were up to and whether I thought you would mind going up to help sort out some of her mum's things and help with a few things around the house. So what do you think? Can you help her out?"

"Mum!" He exclaimed, "She lives miles away."

"I know, hun, but she's all alone now. "

Audrey used to live next door until her mum passed away last year and left her a cottage in Dorset. At 36, he considered her the archetypal spinster. She treated him like a small child with big hugs whenever he saw her, and she tended to boss him around a little. She always dressed frumpish, too. It always seemed to be in grays or tweeds. He thought maybe she was gay, but Mum had never mentioned it, so he didn't ask.

"I don't know, Mum, I'll have to clear it with Tom at work. How long does she need help?"

She patted him on the leg. "Well... She said it might be a few weeks, as there was quite a lot that needed doing around the cottage. "

"Mum, you know I'm trying to pay off some of my college bills; I can't just give up my job for a few weeks."

" Well, yes, I did explain that to Audrey," His mum replied, "She said that she would cover it and give you a little spending money on top."

Audrey had been left a sizable amount when her mum had passed away, as well as the cottage, so he knew she could afford to pay him.

A week later, he was on the train from historic Rochester, in Kent, to the island of Portland, Dorset, a four-hour trip with a change at Waterloo ending in Weymouth. Audrey would meet him at the end of the journey. Then, it was another 45-minute car ride to her home in Portland.

He walked out of the station, looking around for Audrey; she was nowhere to be found. He waited a few minutes and was just about to call when a Mini Cooper, complete with Union Jack roof, came speeding up and stopped at the curbside just before him.

The electric passenger window slid down, "Sorry I'm late," Shouted Audrey through the car," Traffic's a bitch today. Put your bag in the back and jump in."

She was dressed in her usual tweed suit, and Brett smiled to himself. She hugged him and kissed him wetly on the cheek, which made him rub it when she was back concentrating on driving. They chatted and caught up on things on the drive. She was very touchy-feely as she spoke. She was touching his leg now and then. The combination of her touching his upper thigh and her heady perfume made him blush a little as a guilty erection started to grow in his tight jeans.

It was around 6 pm, and Audrey said she didn't feel like cooking, so they stopped at a local fish and chip shop before arriving at her two-story cottage. It used to be a farmhouse, but the land had long ago been sold off in parcels to developers. Luckily, the original owners had kept enough land for the cottage to stand by itself.

After eating the fish and chips, which were some of the best Brett had ever eaten,

Audrey showed him to his room. He unpacked his bag and jumped in the shower. He enjoyed washing the grunge from his trip away. As he soaped himself, his hand wandered to his groin. He stroked his soft penis to an erection as he thought of Audrey's perfume and the feel of her hand high up on his thighs. He knew these were inappropriate thoughts, but he didn't care as it felt so good. Even the idea of that wet kiss on his cheek seemed erotic as he pumped his erection harder and harder. He leaned against the wall with one arm and pumped away with the other. He felt himself coming to the point of no return when...

"Brett, dear!" He heard Audrey call. " I've just brought you some towels."

He let go of himself, embarrassed. Had she seen him through the Shower curtain, could she tell what he was doing?

"Er, thank you," he stammered, "Just leave them by the sink; I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok! See you downstairs". And she was gone.

He looked down at his twitching dick. He watched it wilt as the little beads of pre cum were washed off with the shower water. He was too embarrassed to finish things off.

He dried himself off, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs and found Audrey in the lounge. He was shocked to see how she was dressed. Gone were the drab grays and tweed. Her hair was down around her shoulders and shone with life. She wore a wine-red negligee made of silk that fit her curves perfectly. It was tied loosely with a thin belt, and he could see more red wine-colored silk beneath. Her legs were covered in darker red thigh-high stockings, and on her feet were a pair of heeled Maribou slippers, also in red. She was drinking a glass of wine with a bottle and another glass on the small coffee table.

He stood there like a fool, open-mouthed. He felt his cock straining in his shorts. She patted the cushion beside her on the couch.

"Come sit with me so we can catch up."

He couldn't believe what he saw; he sat down in a daze, glancing at her perfectly made-up face. He had never known her to wear any makeup before, yet here she was with smoky eyes, a slight blush on her cheeks, and full, blood-red lips. She smiled up at him as he sat beside her. He hoped that his growing erection wouldn't show in his shorts.

"Wine?" She asked.

"Er, yeah, sure," he answered.

He smelled her perfume; it was different from the one she had on earlier. Stronger, headier, and "God damned it." He thought, a whole lot sexier.

She handed him the spare glass and filled it. Picking up her glass and touching the rim of his, she nodded and took a drink. He followed suit, taking a bigger gulp than he should have.

Leaning back into the corner of the couch, she looked at him with a mischievous smile and asked.

"You have a girlfriend, yet, or a boyfriend?"

He blushed a little, embarrassed by her question.

"Girlfriend, and no, not at the moment," he answered.

"Really, I'd have thought you would be fighting them off."

She smiled, kicked her shoe off, and gently rubbed her leg up and down his calf. She smiled behind her glass as she saw how uncomfortable she was making him.

"Well, you know how it is," He said with much more bravado than he felt.

"No, what do you mean?" She was enjoying making him squirm and trying to hide his obviously growing erection.

"I've been busy with work and stuff."

"What kind of stuff is that?" She lifted both of her feet onto his lap. "Can you give these a rub for me?" She asked, not giving him a chance to answer her original question.

"Er, ok, no problem." He tried to act cool as he put his wine glass down. He took a deep breath as the heel of one of her feet rubbed against his cock.

"So, you were telling me what you were doing to prevent you from getting a girlfriend..ooh, that feels good." She said as he started rubbing her feet.

"Studying mainly and playing games online a little."

"Online, eh?" She teased; What else were you looking at online?"

She gently rubbed his now obvious erection with her foot and smiled to herself as he closed his eyes.

"Did you finish? She asked

"Finish what?"

"You know you would give me a much better foot and leg rub if you were kneeling on the floor, with me sitting up. Would you do that for me?"

He was confused; she asked him questions and then changed the subject before he could answer.

"Er. Ok, I guess," he replied.

She lifted her feet and swiveled around on the couch.

"You are such a good boy," she told him. "Why don't you just kneel here?" She said, tapping the floor with her foot.

He slipped from the couch and knelt between her legs. His face turned bright red as he caught a glimpse of her wine-red panties. His embarrassment wasn't lost on his host as she offered him her foot.

He took it and gently started rubbing her foot and ankle. She sighed as he stroked her calf.

Her spare foot casually found its way between his kneeling legs to find his erection. He closed his eyes as the pleasure washed over him. He knew he should move, but it felt so good.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as she asked him.

"So, did you finish?"

He was confused again.

"Finish what?' He asked.

"You know, silly, what you were doing in the shower."

His face was now bright red, and she relished every part of his awkwardness. She rubbed him harder with her foot.

"From what I can feel here," she continued, " It seems that you didn't, or am I mistaken?"

He just held her calf as she continued to rub him. He opened his eyes to see her smiling at him.

"I didn't tell you to stop rubbing my leg, did I?" She asked him.

"Nnno, sorry," he stammered and tried to concentrate on massaging Audrey's calf muscle. A task that was becoming more difficult the more she rubbed him.

"Were you thinking of me, you naughty boy?" Shed teased, "Were you thinking about me touching you, stroking you, maybe kissing you?"

She slid her foot lower between his legs and rubbed it forward and back between his legs. It felt so good on his ball beneath his shorts.

"Why don't you stand for me, boy?"

He looked at her dumbly.

She tapped his balls with her foot. "Stand up," she instructed, more firmly.

His mind was in a whirl; he wasn't sure what was happening. He felt like he was about to burst. He hesitantly stood up, automatically putting his hand over the huge tentpole in his shorts. She tapped his hands away.

"MM, what's this?" she asked as she rubbed her fingers around the pre cum stain in his shorts. "It seems you're leaking a little."

He sighed as she stroked the outline of his cock.

"Take your shirt off, please?" She asked in a way that made it clear it wasn't a request.

Again, he looked at her dumbly, and he suddenly almost doubled up in pain as she grabbed his balls and squeezed.

"Please do not keep making me ask you twice, Brett; just simply do it, nod if you understand."

He nodded quickly.

"Good, now get your shirt off."

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and stood with it in his hand. She took it from him and threw it on the couch before standing up. She circled him, stroking his chest and his neck and then the back of his shoulders.

"Not bad, not bad at all," she whispered. Circling again, she kissed his neck and chest lightly. "We are going to have so much fun, you naughty boy. You are making me all wet."

His face was bright crimson. He heard a slick noise behind him as she pulled the cord from her negligee. She gently pulled his wrist behind his back, and the same with the other one. He felt the cord bite into his skin as she tied it tightly around his wrists, locking them in that position. She faced him and kissed him again, this time a full-on kiss with her hands pulling his head into her. He moaned as her hand went down his shorts and pulled him free. She pulled hard on his erection to use it as a leash.

"Come with me, " she told him.

He could do nothing but follow. Audrey led him to a door off the downstairs hallway, she opened the door and turned on the light. He wasn't sure what he was seeing. It was larger than he expected; it turned out to be 2 rooms knocked into one. There were various items strewn around the rooms. There were a few unusual Leather pieces, some racking, some unusual wooden objects, and a heady smell of rubber.

Audrey led him to the center of the mess. She stroked his cock a few times and kissed him again on the lips. She let go and went over to one of the cabinets, opened the door, and pulled Something off one of the shelves. It looked to Brett like some thick belt. She smiled and walked behind him. His hands felt the silk of her nightie as she passed the belt around him, pulled it tight, and buckled it at his back. She then untied his hands, took one wrist, and secured it to the belt with an attached leather manacle; she followed with the other wrist.

"Good boy," she told him while stroking his back.

She went back to the cabinet to retrieve more items. Another set of manacles with a short chain between them for his ankles, a thick leather collar, and a couple of other things he couldn't see. She stroked and kissed his body as she went about securing the leather items to his body, continually telling him how good he was being.

"Mm, we had better do something about this, don't you think?" She asked him, cupping his balls in her hand.

He moaned as she stroked it gently with her fingers. She spread the pre cum around its exposed head. She slid down his body onto her knees. Looking up at him, she took his cock in both her hands and kissed the head as she pulled the skin back. His knees nearly buckled. He had never been sucked before. She slid him slowly into her mouth, curling her tongue around the head and glans as she took it all in her mouth. She started slowly, moving up and down, fluctuating the pressure of her lips and tongue. Her hand cupped his balls and massaged them gently. His head went back as far as the collar would allow. She was moving faster now, sucking hungrily. His body tensed. She felt the pulse as he exploded into her mouth. He cried out in pleasure, and she took as much as she could without swallowing. After removing her mouth, she pumped his cock a few more times to empty his balls.

Once satisfied, she stood, took his chin in her hand, and opened his mouth. She kissed him full on the lips, depositing the contents of his cock into his mouth. Pulling away, she forced his mouth shut to ensure he swallowed everything.

He was in shock with pleasure. He didn't even notice Audrey attaching something else to the belt. She buckled two small straps to the front and reached between his legs. She pulled tight, and he felt his softening cock being crushed in on itself; she did something at the back. He looked down and saw that a small cup of black leather was covering his cock and balls.

"There," she told him. That's better, isn't it? Have anything to say to me?"

"Thank you, that was wonderful."

"Yes, it was; I think from now on, you should call me Ms. Audrey or Mistress when you talk to me; what do you think?"

" Er, ok, yes, Ms. Audrey."

"Good boy, now let me explain a few things. Do you know what a Dominatrix is, or have you heard of Female Domination?"

"I think I read about Female Domination in a magazine once,"

"Well, ok, Well, I'm a Dominatrix, and I pursue a life of Female Domination, which means that to me, men and boys like yourself are put on this earth for one thing and one thing only. That is to serve me and ladies like me. When living in Rochester, I used to have what we like to call a playroom or sometimes a dungeon. It was very well equipped. Most of the stuff you see around here comes from that house. I need your help with this, setting all this up how it should be."

Brett looked around, unsure what to say. He wasn't sure what he was getting into.

Ms. Audrey continued. "Tomorrow, a friend of mine will be coming to help us out for a while. You will address her as Ms. Cindy. Is that understood"?

"Er, yes, Ms Audrey."

"Now, I think it's time you paid me back a little for the treat I gave you earlier; come with me, boy," She instructed, attaching a leash to the collar.

He hobbled behind her. The best he could. She led him back into the lounge. She sat on one of the chairs and had him kneel between her legs.

"Have you ever serviced a lady with your tongue before, Brett?"

"No, Ms Audrey."

"Don't worry too much; you will get lots of practice. "

She pulled his head between her spread legs.

"Take a nice big sniff of my panties first; you will be able to tell how much you have excited me....MM, that's it, put your nose right in there,... that's it, now lick and suck. I want to feel you suck me through my panties...MMM, that's it, good boy, now kiss my panties like you're kissing a mouth..'

Brett was struggling to stay on his knees. It was awkward to balance the way his arms were behind his back.

She pulled her panties aside.

"Now lick me, boy, get your tongue right in there.. That's it, good, good, yessss. Keep doing that ....Emmm. Now suck... oohhhh yessss, That's it."

She pulled his hair and forced his head against her pussy, and she exploded against his mouth.

He held him against her, feeling his panting breath against her throbbing clit. She lessened her grip on his hair and rubbed his head.

"Not bad, boy, not bad at all for your first time. A little more practice and you'll be something we can all be proud of.," she told him.

Brett wasn't sure what to think of that comment, but it didn't stop him from feeling some pride for having pleased her. He wasn't left too much time to think. She gently pushed him away from her and stood up, then told him to stand up, too. She grabbed hold of the tight leather cup covering his cock and balls and was pleased to feel a firmness there as he tried to erect in the confined space. She removed the chains between his ankles and took hold of the leash.

He was led upstairs, past his room, to the main bedroom, where Ms. Audrey slept. A king-sized bed dominated the room; there was a small ensuite bathroom to one side and a walk-in closet on the other. The most interesting and disturbing piece of furniture was the large dog cage at the foot of the bed.

She had him kneel at the side of the bed while she walked into her closet. She threw a couple of things on the bed.

"Look up at me, boy," she ordered.

He looked up as ordered.

"You've been very good up to now, and I'm very pleased, but you have to know what will happen if you disobey me or any of my guests. You understand that this is for your own good. Now stand up for me."

He struggled to stand, which was awkward, with his hands fastened as they were. Everything went dark as she slid a blindfold over his eyes. A gentle push on his back, and he was bent over the bed.

"I wish I could tell you that this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, but that simply is not the case. I am going to give you ten swipes with a horse riding crop. Please bear in mind that this is one of my more gentle punishment tools. Don't be afraid to cry out; you don't have to prove how brave you are."

She released his arms and told him to stretch them out in front of him. His heart was beating fast, and he was beginning to sweat. He knew he could stand and was strong enough to stop her, but something in him was preventing that from happening. Somehow, this excited him. The proof was in the painfully crushed erection in the leather cup.

He jumped and yelped as the first blow fell squarely on his exposed backside. Each blow seemed to get harder, and his yelps got louder. He moved his hands back to cover his burning arse after the faith blow, only to receive a stinging whack between his shoulders and was ordered to put them back. By the tenth blow, he was sobbing and sore.

Ms. Audrey gently laid the crop on his back and told him to stay put. She went to the bathroom and came back with a tube of cooling cream, which she applied to the welts on his butt.

"There, isn't that better?" She whispered. "You were such a good boy; well done."

She continued to rub the soothing cream into his butt. As he calmed down, he felt his cock try and push its way out of its leather prison. Without a word, she pulled his arms back behind him, fastened them to the belt, and then had him stand.

"Now you've gone and got me all excited again, you naughty boy." She teased.

He looked on as she stripped off the silk top sheet from her bed. She rubbed her hands on his chest, then leaned in against him. She kissed his neck, and he could feel her breast pushing against him. There was a hot wetness as she parted her legs slightly and brushed against his thigh.

"What do you think we should do about that? Eh, Mr.?" She whispered huskily as she pulled his head down to her breast.

She guided his mouth to her nipple and instructed him to suck. She went on to teach him to lick and gently nip and pull the nipple with his teeth. She repeated it all with the other breast.

She was breathing heavily as she pushed him down to his knees and pulled his face between her legs. He started to lick instinctively as she ground herself against him.

Cool air rushed around his face as she pulled away. She turned and presented her sizable backside to him and pulled his head forward.

"Kiss it like you love it, boy; show Ms. Audrey how grateful you are to her for taking all this time to train you."

He did just that. He kissed and licked like he couldn't get enough. She bent over the bed and pulled her cheeks apart. He shuffled forward on his knees as she pulled on the leash.

"Get your tongue in there, nice and deep; make it all wet for me," She gasped. " Oooh yeah, that's good, fuck my ass with your tongue."

His tongue and cheeks were aching when she pushed him away. She was breathing heavily. Out of nowhere, she slapped his face. He was shocked but didn't say anything. She took something else from the bed and told him to open his mouth. He did as instructed, and something was shoved in his mouth, reaching halfway down his throat. Then, a strap was fastened tightly around the back of his head. The blindfold was pulled off. The first thing he noticed was a black protrusion that appeared to be sticking out of his mouth.

Ms. Audrey took something out of the wrapper, held the protrusion, and rolled a rubber down its length. Although he had never seen anything like this before, it became apparent that he had a dildo sticking out of his mouth. Ms Audrey climbed up onto the bed and knelt in front of him, and pulled the leash forward so that the dildo was at her butt. She pulled apart her cheeks and pushed backward. She moaned as the false cock forced its way past her tight sphincter. She pulled on the leash and cried out in pleasure as it entered her ass fully.

"Fuck my ass, boy, Fuck it now," She ordered as her other hand explored her soaking pussy.

It was awkward for Brett, but he put all his effort into using his head to guide the cock in and out. They found a rhythm, and Ms Audrey moaned as she pushed against him. She screamed as the combination of her fingers and the phallic invader brought her to the point of no return.

She fell flat on the bed, bringing Brett down with her. She moaned into the quilt.

"Fuck that was good." She sighed.

She gingerly removed the cock from her ass, turned over, unrolled the rubber, and tossed it on the bedside cabinet. Almost without a beat, she pulled Brett's head down and forced the penis gag into her swollen pussy. She grabbed the back of his head, and, in a lying crouching position, she ground herself hard against him. His neck and jaw were screaming out in pain as she thrust herself upon him. Soon, her juices flooded out as she rode another orgasm. Eyes screwed tight as she shuddered with pleasure. She finally let go of his head and lay there smiling as the mental orgasm, brought on by the thought of this young man, helpless and at her mercy, washed over her.

Brett felt her feet on his shoulder as she pushed him off, and he gently slid back down onto his knees with his head resting on the side of the bed to gain some relief from his aching muscles.

They were both silent, lost in their thoughts as their bodies returned to earth.

Eventually, Ms Audrey got off the bed, unbuckled the gag, and removed it. He opened and closed his mouth to stretch his jaw.

"Up, we have to get ready for bed; you have a busy day tomorrow," She told him.

She could see he was struggling, so she helped him,

"Thank you, Ms. Audrey."

She smiled at him before leading him to the bathroom. She then undid a buckle at his back, and the cup came loose, hanging from the two straps on the front.

"You need to pee before bed; you won't get the chance later." She told him.

He looked down at his semi-hard cock and said, "I'm not sure if I can." He stood with his legs apart over the toilet and hoped his aim was good.

"What are you doing, boy? Nobody stands and pees in this house; I do not want you splashing stuff everywhere. You will sit whenever you use the toilet. Is that understood? She asked him forcefully.

"Yes, Ms. Audrey, sorry!"

She turned him around, lifted the hanging cup, and had him sit. She had to push his semi-erect cock through the seat.

"You will sit there until you have done something," She told him before leaving the bathroom to tidy the bedroom a little.

After a few minutes, he calmed down and began to urinate. It was more relieving than he would have believed. Audrey came back in and asked if he had finished. He told her he had. She put her hand into the bowl and shamelessly shook his now limp dick.

She had him stand, secured the leather cup before leading him into the bedroom, undid his cuffs, and ordered him to lie on the dog's bed in the metal kennel. Once in, he could only lie in a loose fetal position. She had him put his arms to one corner, and she quickly attached a chain through the bars to the manacles on his wrists. She threw a blanket over him, closed the Kennel door, and snapped the catch down. A dark blanket was rolled over the cage, leaving about 2" from the floor for Brett to look out of.

He listened as Ms.Audrey walked around the room, humming to herself; he heard the bathroom door open and the shower running, the sigh as she stepped under the shower. It took about 15 minutes before he saw her feet and ankles pass by the kennel. She got into bed, and her cell rang.

He listened to the one-sided conversation.

"Hi, honey."

"No, just got into bed."

"In the cage"

"Don't worry, he's doing fine."

"No, very responsive, just like you thought he would be."

They were obviously talking about him, but who was she talking to?

"Cindy will come over tomorrow to help with the room."

"No, I have clients to see in Weymouth."

"Yeah, she knows; she's looking forward to seeing him again; she hasn't seen him since he was a baby."

"How are things going there?"

"That's good to hear. I guess you were right."

"How much does he know of what's happening here?"

"That's probably best; he doesn't need to know."

"Is he a natural?"

"Ha, ha, bet that was fun to watch. I like it better when they put up a fight."

"You do. That will be great. Send me the clip."

He heard a ding as she got a text.

"Got it. Do you want me to put it up on our website?"

"OK, let me know when you think he'll be ready. "

"I'll call you tomorrow to let you know how he's doing".

"Love you too, honey..night, nigh"t.

Audrey sighed contentedly and put her phone down.

"Alexa, bedroom off."

The room went dark......

"Wakey, Wakey, sleepy head"

Light flooded in as the blanket over the age was rolled back. He blinked heavily and tried to stretch. As his eyes began to focus, he noticed that the Audrey of last night was gone, and back were the tweeds and hair up in a bun. She unlocked the cuffs and ushered him out of the cage.

"You sleep well?" She asked

He stood and stretched. He had slept very well. He thought he must have been exhausted.

"Yes, Audrey, I did."

"Excuse me?"

He looked at her, puzzled, then realized his mistake.

"Sorry, Ms Audrey, " he corrected himself.

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Turn around," she instructed. She unlocked the belt and let it fall to the ground. She then removed the cuffs and collar.

She patted his butt, "Go get in the shower and leave the door open; I know what you naughty boys are like.

Thirty minutes later, he was locked back in the belt with the cup pulled tighter today. Manacles back on his wrists, though not connected. A matching pair on his ankles, and the collar was again on his neck, with the addition of a small padlock.

"Right, go get something comfortable on. You have a lot of work today, and Ms Cindy will be here soon. When you are dressed, come down for some breakfast."

Audrey didn't wait for a reply; she turned and left the room, expecting him to do as he was told. He did not disappoint.

She had him sit and presented him with a full English breakfast and tea. He thanked her and ate hungrily.

"Do you have anything to say about last night, boy?" She asked.

He looked at her, and his face reddened. He was confused about what had happened; the cup covering his genitals tightened as he tried to grow.

"Er, I'm not sure, Ms Audrey."

"Really, after all the effort I put in to make you welcome, well, I thought you'd be a little more appreciative; very disappointing, I must say."

His face reddened deeper.

"I'm sorry, Miss Audrey. Thank you, it's just that, well, I'm not sure what to say. "

"Look, she almost shouted, "if you don't want to be here, there's the bloody door. I'll call you an Uber and pay for your fare home," She almost shouted." She knew she was being unfair, but she wanted him off guard, plus she got to see him squirm a little. That was always fun.

"You want me to call mummy to tell her you are running back home? I'm sure she won't be too disappointed". A low blow, she knew, but she was enjoying herself, watching him squirm.

He stood, and she could see the tears just starting to well up. She didn't want to push him too far just yet, so she knew she had to change tack a little.

She walked over to him and hugged him against her large breasts.

"Listen, hun, I'm sorry. I've got a busy and stressful day ahead of me today, and I need to know you are ok here while I'm gone". She spoke softly, rubbing his head.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Audrey. I do want to stay and help you out. I'm very grateful for how you welcomed me last night; please give me a chance to show you how grateful I am."

He was worried. The last thing he wanted Ms Audrey to do was to call his mum, her best friend.

"Mmm, I have never been a mother, so what would Mummy do when you were naughty? She asked him.

"Er. She would send me to my room and tell me to think about what I had done,"

"I see," replied Ms Audrey," Well, I want you to be here to greet Ms Cindy when she arrives; you can't do that from your room, can you now?"

She rubbed her chin as though to think. Then she nodded as though she had found a solution.

"Well, naughty boy, I think you should go and kneel in that corner with your hands behind your back."

She pointed to the corner opposite the door so that MS Cindy would see him as soon as she arrived. Audrey would have already let Cindy know this, but she wanted her to act surprised that she found him.

He looked past the corner, then back to Ms Audrey.

"Go on, what are you waiting for? I have to leave soon."

He shrugged and did what he was told. She pulled the band on his pants to reveal the steel loops on the belt she had made him wear. Then she had him put his hands behind his back. She took something from one of the kitchen drawers. He heard a couple of clicks, and his arms were secured.

She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then rubbed his head and told him to be good. She picked up her bag and left the kitchen. He listened as her Mini came to life and then drove away.

He knelt there in silence. Listening to the click of the old cottage, the regular tick of the antique metal Ansonia clock on the mantle. His mind was also reeling. He had never felt like this before. He was excited in a way he had never been before. He wanted nothing more than to please Ms Audrey. The way she had touched him last night. He could never have even imagined that was possible. He just knew he wanted more. He would do anything to feel like that again. He could put up with her eccentricities. They weren't that bad, just a little unpredictable.

A car pulling up in the driveway snapped him out of his thoughts. The engine died, the door slammed shut, footsteps on the gravel, and the kitchen door opened.

"Brett? Brett, love, it's Ms Cindy," She shouted.

He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't have to wait long.

"What the .... Oh my gosh, is that you, Brett?"

"Er...yes, Ms Cindy," he stuttered.

"What on earth are you doing down there like that, boy?" She asked

"Ms Audrey put me here."

"OH, I see, why?"

"Er, because she said I was naughty."

"Really, how long do you have to stay like that? I was expecting your help today."

"I didn't know Ms. Cindy until you arrived; I'm meant to greet and help you."

"Well, let's get you up then, boy, so I can see who I'm working with."

Ms. Cindy put her hands beneath his arms and helped him stand. She didn't unclip his hands but turned him around.

"Hello, Brett," Ms Cindy said, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hello, Ms Cindy," Bret replied.

Ms. Cindy appears to be younger than Ms Audrey by ten years. She was a little shorter and more boyish-looking with short-cropped Ginger hair. She had a very pretty face with a thick line of freckles. She was plumpish but carried her weight well. She wore a plaid shirt, work dungarees, and Doc Martens boots. She stepped back from him to look him up and down.

"Wow, you grew up well. The last time I saw you, you were just a toddler. How is your mum doing?" She asked

Brett was taken aback a little; this was the strangest conversation, considering the circumstances he found himself in.

"She's doing fine," he replied...

"Good, that's good; now let's get to work, shall we?"

She undid his arms and told him to start bringing in her tools from the car and to meet her where they would be working. She did not mention the collar around his neck, the manacles, or even the belt that was padlocked around his waist.

"So, how much experience have you had with power tools or construction?" She asked when he had returned with the last of the tools.

Brett had been around tools since he was a young teenager, helping his dad on projects around the house, and he continued after his dad had passed. He had also worked for a couple of months before college, helping out a builder who was a friend of his dad's. So he considered himself pretty experienced and told Ms. Cindy this.

She looked pleased, but her face darkened a little at the mention of his dad, and she touched his arm for a second.

"Well, this should be a breeze then." She told him.

They got work, and it went well once they got into their groove. In no time at all, the room started to resemble the playroom it was designed for. Brett had a few odd problems with a few pieces, but Ms. Cindy was there to lend a hand. It was soon lunchtime, and Ms. Cindy was very pleased with how things were working out. So she decided a little fun was in order.

"Brett, come here," she said.

Brett looked up from what he was doing, put down the electric screwdriver, and went to where she was standing.

She looked down at a small cushioned bench with loose hanging steel rings around the lip of the black leather cushion. At one end, it had two removable wooden poles with leather straps in various places.

"Did you put this together?" She asked him

"Yes, Ms Cindy."

"Mmm, it doesn't look right to me. Could you lay down on that for a second for me?"

He looked at her, shrugged, and did as he was told.

"Lift your legs for me."

He did as directed, and she had him slide so she could strap both legs at knee and ankle to the two removable posts so that his legs were splayed open and secure. She walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a black rope.

"Put your hands by your sides."

Again, he complied, and she swiftly and skillfully threaded the rope through the steel rings, crisscrossing his body, pulling tight as she did. When she was finished, all he could do was move his head. She moved out of sight; he couldn't tell what she was doing. Then she appeared, naked except for her bra. She loomed over him. His cock tried to get hard in its leather prison.

Her legs were parted, and there was a thin strip of ginger hair glistening at the edges; her pussy lips were slightly protruding. Her stomach was a little rounded, but her breasts stood out, shadowing it. She bent forward a little to peer into his face and smile.

"Hungry?" She asked, "Ready for a snack?"

Her hand slid down to her pussy and parted her lips. She sighed as she stroked herself.

She pulled out her wet fingers and wiped them over his lips like lipstick, then under his nose.

He closed his eyes as he took in the smell.

"Audrey is right," thought Cindy, "This boy is a natural."

She slowly and gently lowered herself down onto his open mouth and ordered him to lick. She held onto his outstretched legs for balance and ground herself down onto his open and willing mouth. It wasn't long before he felt her tense and let out a long groan, and a flood of juices covered his face. Her hands dropped to the sides of the bench, and she lifted herself slightly.

"Lick me bitch" She gasped at him.

Lifting his head the best he could, he licked hungrily, sucking and kissing when his tongue grew too tired. Ms Cindy cried out again as she reached a second orgasm. She moved forward as little and told him to lick her ass, moaning as he did as he was told. Her hand slid to her pussy, and she rubbed her outer lips as his tongue explored. A small final climax arrived, and after a minute's rest, she lifted herself.

Ms. Cindy looked down at him, ran her fingers through his hair, and whispered, "Natural," before disappearing from view. A few minutes later, she was dressed again, crouching down and gently beginning to rub his face with a warm, scented facecloth.

"You just wait there," she told him, chuckling. "I'll go make us a snack."

He lay bound to the bench, listening to Ms Cindy humming to herself in the kitchen as she made sandwiches and tea. His cock, which had been painful in its confinement, was settling down now and becoming more comfortable. He thought he could easily nap lying here as he was and closed his eyes for a second. He opened them again as Ms. Cindy returned with a tray, which she placed on the padded spanking bench beside the bench Brett was secured to.

"Let's get you up out of there, shall we?" Ms Cindy said.

She undid the rope and unstrapped his legs. Allowing him to roll off the bench. He stood and stretched.

"Did you like that?" Ms. Cindy asked

He smiled, "Yes, I did."

"Oh! And is it not customary for a boy to thank a lady when she has done something for him?"

This again, he thought to himself. It was just like this morning. Not wanting to repeat the earlier mistakes, he said, "Sorry, Ms Cindy, thank you very much, and thank you for lunch."

She smiled at him and said, "If you want to show how sincere you are, may I suggest you take to your knees and do a good job of it?"

He did as was suggested; somehow, it felt natural to him.

He looked up from his kneeling position and thanked her. She offered him her boot.

"A small kiss on each will go a long way."

He kissed each boot. without hesitation

"Good boy! Now get up here and eat your sandwich, we still have a little to do for today.

He sat back on the bench he was previously tied to, and she handed him a mature cheddar and Branston pickle sandwich, cut between two thick slices of bread. The tea was strong builders' tea. It took Brett back to the lunches he had with his dad when they worked together.

"Can I ask Ms.Cindy if that is how I should have thanked Ms.Audrey because I upset her this morning? I didn't mean to, but somehow I managed to."

"Well," replied Ms Cindy, "In the world of female Domination, that would be the traditional method of thanks, yes. I know Ms. Audrey explained about that lifestyle, didn't she? I'm sure she also gave you the option to leave. You are still here, so it would be prudent to follow the rules. When Ms Audrey comes home this evening, I suggest you are on your hands and knees waiting for her to say thank you properly. I will be staying tonight, so I will be here to guide you".

"Thank you, Ms Cindy. I do appreciate it."

She patted his leg and told him if he'd finished lunch, they had better get cracking. He returned the tray to the kitchen, and they continued their work.

He was reconstructing a St Andrew's cross when his fingers brushed against something on the back of one of the pieces. He turned it over and was surprised to find initials carved into the wood. Initials that he recognized: A.S.His dad used to carve his initials, A.S., into all of his projects. How could they be here on a piece of dungeon equipment? It didn't make any sense. He put the piece down and looked around the room for other pieces that were non-factory pieces.

A small whipping trestle with adjustable straps. There, on the underside of the central cross beam. A.S.. On a chair that Ms.Cindy described as a queening chair, A.S. was underneath the seat.

On the kneeling stocks, on the back of one of the removable top pieces.

Ms. Cindy looked up and saw him examining the different items.

"What are you doing? She asked.

He looked up at her, dumbfounded.

"What on Earth is the matter, boy? She asked

He showed her the last piece with the initials.

"Did my dad make these?" He asked

She examined the piece and saw the initials and smiled.

"Why yes, he did. He was very clever, your dad. We all loved him."

Brett still had a pulled look on his face.

"You know, boy, you and he are very much alike. He was a very good boy

A couple of hours later, Brett was kneeling on a cushion in the center of the kitchen, naked except for the belt, manacles, and collar. Before she went upstairs to have a shower, Ms. Cindy had told him to strip. She had connected a small chain between his wrist cuffs, more for effect than for anything else, then ordered him to kneel in the center of the kitchen and await Ms. Audrey's return. She had also cautioned him to greet her properly and apologize for his behavior earlier.

So here he waited. A million thoughts were going through his head, mainly about his father. How come Brett didn't know the full extent of his carpentry business? How had his mother and father managed to keep it a secret? In particular, he wondered what Ms. Cindy meant when she told him, "You know, boy, you and he are very much alike. He was a very good boy, too!" About his Father.

He asked her, but she wouldn't elaborate; she told him it wasn't her place and that he should talk to Ms. Audrey about it.

The kitchen door opened, snapping him out of his thoughts. He tried to remember the script that Ms Cindy had advised on.

"Hello, Ms. Audrey. Did you have a pleasant day?"

"Yes, thank you, Brett, I did, and it was very fruitful; I've heard from Ms. Cindy that you have been a very good boy today. She is very impressed with you."

She walked up to him and stroked his head. He took that opportunity to bend his body so his lips met her foot. He placed his hands on either side of her shoe and kissed the toe of one and then the other.

"I'm so sorry for how I behaved this morning, Ms. Audrey. Please forgive me. I'm glad I'm here, and I don't want to disappoint you; it's just that this is all very new to me; please, can you teach me?"

As he kissed her feet, he felt himself trying to erect in the stiff leather cup.

"Stand up, boy," Audrey told him.

He stood, and she undid and removed the chain between his wrists and threw it on the table.

Holding her arms out, she told him, "Come give me a hug, boy."

He moved into her, and she crushed him against her ample breasts. His cock was getting painful now as the space in the cup became smaller. The smell of her perfume, her softness, the strength in her arms, and another underlying odor that he couldn't place.

"Now go put your clothes back on; I'm hungry; you can help me cook dinner."

They sat around the dining room table an hour later, laughing and chatting. Ms. Cindy had come down from her shower and had dressed in a summer dress, and from what Brett could see, there was nothing underneath. She and Ms. Audrey kissed and hugged, and then Ms. Audrey pulled Ms. Cindy's head back by the hair and kissed her fully on the mouth.

Brett couldn't believe what he was watching. It soon became apparent that Ms Audrey was indeed the head of this household.

"Ms Audrey, can I ask you something?" Brett enquired.

"What's that boy?" She replied.

"It's about my dad."

She knew this was coming. Cindy had warned her.

"What about him?"

"Well, I found his initials on pretty much all of the furniture in your 'playroom,' then Ms. Cindy told me,"

"You know, boy, you and he are very much alike. He was a very good boy, too!"

"I was just trying to figure out what it all meant."

"Well," Ms Audrey said, "That's a conversation for another day; all you need to know right now is that your mother loved him very much, and he loved you too. We all miss him; it was a shock to us all. All of us in this little community held him in the greatest respect."

"But..."

"No, but's boy, you will be told when the time is right. Now I want this dining room and kitchen cleaned. Once that is done, report to MS Cindy in your bedroom, and she will supervise your shower."

She held out her hand, and Ms. Cindy took it and followed Ms. Audrey.

Brett spent the next hour or so cleaning the two rooms. His mind wandered as he did the tasks required of him. Every time he thought of Ms. Audrey and Ms. Cindy, his erection was constricted by the leather cup attached to the belt that was locked about his waist. Once finished, he wandered to his room, where Ms Carol sat on the bed waiting for him.

He was shocked at the change in the way she looked. Her short ginger hair was slicked straight back. Her face was heavily made up with smoky eye shadow, full lashes, and deep red lipstick. She wore a thick black studded collar around her neck. A strapless, shiny rubber corset that hugged her tightly and pushed her breasts up. Her ringed nipples were exposed. A thick leather and metal belt, similar to the one he wore, was padlocked around her waist. It had a strap running between her legs. It widened at her pussy and, unknown to Brett, was holding a dildo inserted in her pussy.

She wore shiny black rubber stockings attached to the corset by several clips. High heels and ankle boots completed her wardrobe.

"Do you like what you see, boy?" Asked Ms Cindy, standing to meet him.

"Yes, Ms Cindy, you look amazing." He replied

"Come greet me properly." She told him, pointing to her feet.

He fell to his knees and kissed both boots. He stayed like that until she told him to stand up again and ordered him to strip.

Soon, he was standing naked except for the belt, collar, and cuffs. She took his chin in her hand and kissed him fully on the lips, quickly darting her tongue in and out of his mouth.

"Let's get these off so you can shower, and I can prepare you for Ms. Audrey."

With that, she undid the padlock on his waist and collar and removed everything so he stood before her completely naked. He tried to hide his growing erection, but his hands were swathed away.

She took his cock in her hand and stroked it a couple of times. His knees went weak, and she smiled at him, telling him he looked ready to explode, before ordering him into the shower with instructions to behave himself.

Brett showered as instructed, trying not to spend too much time cleaning his throbbing penis, knowing it wouldn't take much. He emerged after washing the day's sweat off him, drying himself with a towel.

Ms. Cindy was sitting watching him; she waited for him to finish and told him to stand on the towel. She took some powder from the bathroom and dusted his legs and body.

"Ms Audrey thought it would be fun if we dressed the same this evening," Ms Cindy told him, pointing to the items lying on the bed that he hadn't previously noticed.

He looked at her, puzzled; he was speechless. She smiled back at him, then looked down at his throbbing dick.

"I can see the idea is not that unappealing to you." She said, reaching out and stroking him.

He closed his eyes and moved into her. She let go and told him to stand still and upright.

First, a thick collar was fitted around his neck, and he heard the click of a padlock. The collar restricted the movement of his head, and he could only look down by bending at the waist.

Then, a thick rubber corset that had numerous stainless steel rings attached. Ms Cindy pulled at the straps on the back, cinched them tightly at the waist, and pushed his chest up, leaving his nipples exposed. She had him turn, pulled his arms behind him, and folded them up to the middle of his back. A sleeve of some kind was secured around his joined arms, which, in turn, was attached to the back of the corset, making his arms useless.

Next came the rubber stockings; she slid them up each leg, smoothing out the black rubber as she went. Once they were clipped into place, she took a step back to admire her work. Looking at the helpless young man in front of her made her pussy pulse around the dildo MS Audrey had locked into place earlier.

She produced a pair of black-heeled shoes. Luckily, they were only 3" heels; she slipped them on each foot and secured each one with a tiny padlock on the strap around his ankles.

If his mind wasn't in such a state of aroused confusion, he might have wondered how they had come to have the right size shoes for him.

Ms. Cindy cupped his balls and told him how wonderful he looked.

"Have a walk around for me, lover; get used to the tiny heels," She told him.

He took a couple of steps to find his balance; with his head movement restricted and his arms secured, he found he really had to concentrate--one step at a time.

Ms.Cindy looked on, thinking she might have to remove the collar before leading him downstairs. That wouldn't be a problem; she would just put it back on before she presented him to Ms Audrey. With that decision made, she had him sit on a chair. She undid the lid on some hair product, took a dollop on her fingers, and massaged it into his hair. She slicked it back until it mimicked hers.

Kissing him on the neck, she told him, " I wanted to put makeup on you and turn you into a slut like me for Ms Audrey, but I was told I couldn't. Never mind, maybe another time. Now open your mouth, please. "

He did as told, and a large rubber ball was shoved in. Leather straps were buckled around the back of his head, pulling it deeper and forcing his mouth wider. "

"They all finished. Ms. Audrey is waiting. "

She helped him stand, unlocked his collar, and led him by the hand downstairs. He had to tread carefully on the heels, and walking with his arms so tight behind his back was awkward. He felt drool make its way out of his mouth around the gag and fall onto his exposed chest.

At the bottom of the stairs, she buckled and locked the restricting collar back on, attached a leash, and led him into the lounge, where Ms Audrey was relaxing in a chair.

She wore a long rubber dress with zippers from the collar to the floor. It accentuated every curve of her body, and on her feet were impossibly high heels. Her face was perfection. Brett would have gasped if he had been able to. Ms Audrey ignored them and talked to the lady sitting on the lounger opposite her.

She was an older lady, perhaps 60 or so. She was dressed in a tight rubber blouse with a frilled collar. Her breasts were large and hung low. Her nipples were showing proudly through the blouse. A long rubber dress over black stockings and finished in black lace-up high-heeled shoes. She looked like a kinky school teacher. Her silver hair was done up in a bun. In her gloved hands, she was holding a glass of wine.

"Is this him?" The older lady asked, looking at Brett

"Yes," said Ms Audrey.

"How is he taking to all this?"

"He's a natural, just like his father."

This last remark by Ms Audrey made Brett look up in shock.

"Cindy, take him over to Ms. Sandra. Then come and kneel between my legs. "

Without hesitation, Ms. Cindy pulled on the leash and deposited Brett with Miss Sandra. Miss Sandra positioned him so he stood beside her lounge chair, legs apart and facing her.

She looked him up and down, poked his stomach, and was pleased to see that although he had no six-pack, it was nice and firm. She thought his chest needed shaving to remove his slight growth. The same was true of his testicles; in her view, they should be cleanly shaved. All of her slaves were shaved from head to foot, except eyebrows.

She cupped his balls and asked when they were last emptied.

"Yesterday," Said Ms Audrey

The older lady continued to stroke Brett. He closed his eyes and felt his knees weaken as he edged closer. She knew what she was doing as she relaxed her grip in time to prevent any accidents.

"Has he been measured yet? " Miss Sandra continued as she played him like a top.

There was a feint gasp in Ms. Audrey's answer, " Not yet, I'm waiting on the say-so; you know how she is."

Brett turned his head as much as the restrictive collar would allow. He was surprised to see that the zipper on Miss Audrey's dress was undone from the floor to just below her stomach. He was more shocked to see Ms. Cindy on her knees with her head between Ms. Audrey's legs and Ms. Audrey's hand pulling at her hair, holding her tight where she was.

He grunted into his gag as a sharp pain emanated from the head of his erection.

"Pay attention to me, boy," Ms Sandra admonished.

The older lady continued to stroke him gently as she drank her wine and looked on at the spectacle before her. She put her drink down on the table beside her, parted her legs slightly, and let her free hand wander up to her pantyless crotch. She stroked herself, exploring with expert fingers, watching as Miss Cindy brought Miss Audrey to a noisy climax. She continued stroking Brett, still managing to control him as she pleasured herself. She was a master of her game.

"Send that bitch over here when you've done with her," She called to Ms. Audrey.

Ms Audrey looked through half-closed eyes, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm. She let go of her captor's hair and pushed her away with orders to crawl over to the older woman. As Cindy turned to crawl, she let out a yelp as Ms Audrey planted her stiletto heel on her butt cheek and pushed. She managed to keep her balance as she crawled over to Ms Sandra.

The older lady looked down upon the submissive Cindy; she liked seeing her face glistening with Ms Audrey's pussy juices. She pulled her fingers from her crotch, bent forward, and put them near Cindy's mouth. Without being told what to do, a hungry tongue licked at the wet fingers.

"Look at this slut, boy," she said to Brett as she squeezed him tightly, preventing his oncoming orgasm. "To think you let this thing control you. It shows you the pecking order around here, doesn't it." He grunted as the squeeze became painful. More drool dripped from his gagged mouth.

Ms Sandra grabbed Cindy's hair and pulled her painfully between her legs.

"Get to work slut, and you better make it a good one." Miss Sandra ordered.

Brett bent forward a little to enable him to look upon the subdued Ms. Cindy buckle to the whims of the older dominant lady who was now stroking his cock. The scene so took him in front of him and the sensation in his groin that he didn't notice Ms. Audrey stand and walk over to him. He shuddered as hot lips kissed his neck. A tongue licked him, then teeth gently nipped him. The gloved hands playing with his cock moved to his balls and squeezed gently.

He closed his eyes, aware of his grunts and the drool dripping onto his chest. The kissing continued, and a hand reached his chest. He was slowly rubbing his nipples, then pinching, gently at first, then harder. He could feel them being pulled outward and twisted. It was painful, but also, there was also a weird sense of pleasure. It was a strange feeling to him, but he slipped into it, wanting more.

"Does our little boy want to come?" Ms Audrey teasingly whispered into his ear. The mixture of her hot breath, her heady perfume, and her tongue exploring his ear was almost too much.

There was a loud groan below him as Ms Cindy brought Ms Sandra to climax. Brett cried into the gag as the hands that were gently massaging his balls squeezed hard. Tears welled in his eyes, and he bent forward. This pain was far beyond pleasurable. A rough hand grabbed his hair, and he was pulled back up.

"Stand straight, boy," Ms Audrey ordered.

The pain in his squeezed balls ebbed a little as Ms. Sandra came down from her orgasm. If he could have looked down, he would have seen Ms. Sandra stroke Cindy's head like she was a puppy licking up the remnants of a wonderful meal. He could hear the sighs from both participants as Cindy was pushed to the floor.

Ms. Audrey went back to stroking Brett's aching erection and kissing his neck and ears, telling him he was being a very good boy. She was equally skilled at keeping him on the edge.

Ms Sandra ordered Cindy to go stand in the middle of the room, before standing up and whispering something to Ms Audrey that Brett couldn't hear. The next thing he knew, Brett was being guided to stand in front of Cindy. Something was then tied to his cock, just below the head, and it was pulled toward his stomach and tied off to the rings on his corset, trapping it against him.

Ms Sandra strapped a leather cuff to each of Cindy's wrists and then ordered her to hug Brett tightly. She did as she was ordered, and clips from the cuffs were attached to two of the rings on his corset, locking them together in a parody of a lover's hug. Bret could do nothing but stand here with his arms still strapped behind him.

"Well, give the boy a nice sloppy kiss," Miss Audrey ordered Cindy, "Use plenty of tongue".

Cindy had to look up, and Brett couldn't look down, so the kiss was awkward, especially because of the ball gag still stuffed in his mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine their tongues exploring each other's mouths. As he opened his eyes and focused beyond Cindy's head, he saw Ms. Sandra and Ms Audrey in a similar embrace, except they were free to explore each other, making the kiss so much more passionate. As they broke their kiss, Brett noticed that they both were holding riding crops in their hands.

"Keep kissing him, show him how much you love him," Ms Sandra ordered Cindy.

"Look at you two, you just don't care who's watching, do you?" Laughed Ms. Audrey

Ms. Audrey picked up a small key fob from one of the tables and pressed a button.

Cindy moaned aloud as the dildo locked inside her started to vibrate. She gripped Brett more tightly to support herself as her knees became weak; she started to rub herself against him, sending more pulses through his trapped cock.

They both jumped as Ms. Sandra and Ms. Audrey laid the first blow of the crops on their exposed behinds. Two powerful ladies were circling their captives like Sharks. Striking their butts, rubber-clad legs, and torsos. The vibrations in Cindy's pussy pushed her over the edge, and she climaxed with a loud groan. Brett had to use all of his strength to hold them both up.

Eventually, the beatings stopped. The vibrations were turned down to a steady light hum, and Cindy was released. Brett still stood in the middle of the room. Drool from the gag mixed with drool from Cindy's kisses, smothering his lower jaw. His cock was still erect and throbbed against its bondage. Ms Audrey hugged Cindy and stroked her hair gently. Ms Sandra looked on, smiling. As Ms. Audrey kissed Cindy full on the lips, Ms Sandra pulled her arms gently behind her and manacled them together. Ms Audrey attached a leash to Cindy's collar, and Ms Sandra did the same to Brett. The two captives were led to the playroom.

Brett was made to kneel in the center of the playroom while Cindy was led to a corner by Ms Audrey. Cindy's collar and leash were removed, and Miss Audrey went to one of the cupboards and pulled out some kind of electronic equipment. She stuck four pads to Cindy's breast, two on each, on either side of her erect nipples, and then attached two leads, which she made Cindy hold in her mouth. Then, Ms Audrey retrieved what looked like a cloak of red rubber with a cluster of straps. Closer inspection would have seen an industrial zipper running down its edge.

She wrapped the rubber around Cindy while Ms Sandra held it to her shoulders. The cloak tightened into a form-filling wrap as Ms. Audrey joined the two halves and pulled up the zipper. Then, all the straps were tightened around her body, wrapping Cindy in tight red rubber. She was utterly helpless, with her arms still secured behind her back under the rubber and belts tightened around her calves, thighs and just underneath her breasts.

Ms. Sandra took the wires from Cindy's mouth and then kissed her hard, raping the captive's mouth with her tongue.

Pulling away from the kiss, Sandra held Cindy's chin and spat into her open mouth, and called her a slut.

While Ms. Sandra had Cindy's full attention, Ms. Audrey took a matching rubber hood from the closet and handed it to Ms. Sandra. The mask had a short, heavy rubber ring that she inserted into Cindy's mouth, creating a perfect 'O'. Ms. Sandra and Ms. Audrey manipulated the tight rubber hood over Cindy's head. Small straps at the back were tightened, pulling the ring firmer against Cindy's open lips. A red posture collar was tightened around her neck, forcing her head to stay upright.

Ms Audrey connected the hanging wires to a tens unit and flicked a switch, causing Cindy to jump inside her rubber cocoon. She followed this by pressing the button on the remote for the dildo, and a loud groan came from her forced-open mouth.

Brett just looked on, drooling behind his gag, his bound cock throbbing, his arms beginning to hurt. The sight of Cindy helpless in tight form-fitting bright red rubber. The tight red rubber hood made her unrecognizable. A blank face with a surprised-looking hole for a mouth.

Ms Audrey and Ms Sandra kissed heavily, exploring each other's bodies and ignoring both Cindy and Brett in their passion. They stopped kissing and looked at Brett in unison. Their smiles were predatory, sending a chill of excitement up Brett's spine and through his captured cock.

Ms. Sandra picked up his leash and pulled upwards, and Ms. Audrey stepped in to help him.

"Now, boy, what will we do with you?" Ms Sandra asked with a smile.

He felt tugging at his back as Ms. Audrey started to unbuckle his arms, and he moaned with relief and a little pain as they were suddenly free and left to hang by his sides.

"There, isn't that better? "she whispered, massaging his shoulders and kissing the back of his neck.

"She's far too soft on you, boy," Ms Sandra said with a sneer.

Next, a tugging at the back of his head followed by a plop as the ball gag was pulled from his mouth. Ms Sandra wiped away all the drool from his lips and chin with a tut. She looked him dead in the eye; he wanted to look away, but the posture collar held his head straight. Her hand went behind his head, grabbing a handful of hair to hold him tight. The posture collar was removed and Ms Sandra leaned in and kissed him; he opened his mouth to receive the kiss from the woman who was old enough to be his grandmother.

In her rubber cocoon, Cindy was fighting bouts of pleasure and pain as the tense unit and vibrating dildo were left to work on their own. She could feel the layer of sweat building up around her. Drool dripped from her forced-open mouth down her chin and onto her pronounced breasts.

Meanwhile, some 490 miles away sitting on a comfortable sofa in her lounge, naked except for a pair of soft leather high-heeled, calf-length boots. Boots that were being licked clean by a kneeling man. His head was covered with a form-fitting black rubber hood, designed so that he couldn't hear or see a thing. It had an opening around his nose and mouth, which made it look like a perverted version of a superhero mask. She used the remote to turn on the smart TV and clicked on a saved icon.

The scene that came alive before her on the 80 inch screen was being live-streamed via the hidden cameras that were placed in all four corners of the room. When her best friend Audrey moved into her mother's old house, the first thing she did was to have cameras installed in each room, which she controlled with a remote.

The footage from the cameras was vetted and, if deemed of suitable quality, would be uploaded to their very exclusive website. The website, in turn, generated a very nice income, which went into their group's fund. The group had started shortly after the 1st World War by four ladies who, being naturally dominant, became very displeased by having to return to normal housekeeping duties after having worked in traditionally male roles throughout the war.

During a coffee afternoon, there were deep discussions about how frustrated they all were, and it was decided that one by one, and with the help of each other, they would turn their marriages into female-led relationships where no male would have any power over any female in any of their households.

Through the following generations, their doctrine grew stronger and wider. To such an extent that there were chapters worldwide. The one rule throughout was that men were never dominant, be that father or son. Many ladies took matters into their own hands as regards children, and many a son was brought up to be submissive to their female family members. Also, arranged marriages were common between submissive sons from one family to Dominant daughters of another.

Brett's mother and father had decided upon a different tack. They decided to have him tested by other trusted group members and to give him a choice. So she was looking on eagerly to see any progress. She was just a little disappointed that it wasn't him on his knees before her, if truth be told, but she felt it important to honor her dead husband's wishes.

As she looked at the screen, she tugged on the leash attached to the collar of her potential new husband and directed his mouth between her legs, and couldn't help wondering if Brett would be as skillful with his tongue as his father was.

In the playroom in Dorset, Ms. Audrey released the padlock on the posture collar, unclasped it, and dropped it on the floor. She undid the strap on his cock to release it, and it stood out proudly. Then she grabbed a handful of hair and tugged down and ordered him to get on his hands and knees. Brett watched as Ms Sandra walked to a throne-like chair at the end of the room, then jerked forward with a yelp as a cane came down across his rump. He was directed with each stroke of the cane toward the end of the room where Ms Sandra sat like a queen on her throne, with her legs open.

Ms Sandra grabbed Brett by the hair and pulled him toward her soaking crotch.

"Get in here, boy, let's see what you can do," She told him

His face was hard against her, and she sighed as he yelped when a the cane struck his turned-up backside. As he made love to the older woman's pussy with his mouth, he groaned as Ms. Audrey stroked and gently squeezed his rock-hard balls. His alternate moans of pleasure from Ms Audrey's hand and yelps of pain as the cane came down, sent wonderful vibrations through Ms Sandra's welcoming pussy.

He didn't know how long it took or how many strokes of the cane he received until Ms Sandra was satisfied and eventually pushed him away with her legs. His body was in confusion as he lay in the fetal position at her feet. Pain in his backside made him shiver as his cock pulsed and twitched. As he glanced up at Ms Sandra, he saw her kissing Ms Audry while she stroked the younger woman's pussy. Soon, there were groans from the younger woman as she came upon the hands of the older.

His mind was wandering, but he was brought back to earth as he felt his hands being pulled behind his back and heard the cold click as his wrists were handcuffed together. A dog collar was strapped around his neck. A quick tug and he was made to stand. He stood shakily at first and was glad as leather-clad gloves held his shoulders to steady him. He was blindfolded, then a hand was around his erection, his knees buckled slightly as it gently stroked him.

Had he not been blindfolded, he would have been able to see Ms Sandra unplug the tens machine,that was sending shocks to Cindy's breasts. Though he could hear Cindy moaning in pleasure through her ringed mouth as Ms. Audry sucked at each of her hard nipples through the red rubber encasing her body before unbuckling the straps of her rubber prison. The red rubber cape was removed, but the collar and hood were left in place. Ms Cindy shivered as a cold rush of air blew across her sweat-soaked body. She sighed at the constant vibrations of the dildo strapped inside and the soft sensation of being hugged in a fluffy towel as Ms. Aurdrey dried the sweat off a little.

Firm hands on her shoulders made Cindy drop to her knees, and she was held in place by the same hands. Brett was pulled forward by the leash, and a hand pulled at his cock. He moaned with pure pleasure as his cock was guided into the 'O' of Cindy's gagged mouth. He felt a well-practiced tongue explore the bulbous head. He was pushed gently forward to produce a small gag from Cindy. Then he was pulled back just so that the end of his cock was at the very edge of the gag. Cindy continued to lick as a hand started to stroke His cock. Faster and faster. It went. A kiss at the back of his neck, a small bite, and a hand at his exposed nipple all became too much. With a loud groan, he erupted into Cindy's mouth, making her swallow hard as her mouth was filled with thick cum. With all the vigor of his youth, his cock just kept pumping and pumping until he was empty, and he sagged against the arms of Ms Sandra.