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Catherine’s Punishment
Part Two……
First Steps Toward Slavery
Chapter
one
Weeks Later.
Catherine Dixon stood
staring nervously across the large inlaid leather desk, toward the big
powerfully built man sitting in a huge leather swivel chair, to her side stood
Joan, wearing a leather skirt and jacket, holding Catherine’s leash, waiting
for her charge to speak.
‘Master Tony’ began
Catherine eventually, ‘It………it is my desire to ……to demonstrate to you that I,
Catherine Dixon……….fully understand I am now a trained Sex Slave, ready to
serve my Master and owner, Sean without
question or hesitation. ‘
‘Well, don’t just
stand there Catherine’ said the middle aged man sternly
Sitting immediately behind
Catherine, sipping from a beer glass, waiting for the exciting scenario to
unfold, Sean smiled with satisfaction as his property, the 42 years old blonde
mother of two, Mrs. Catherine Dixon, placed one stiletto heeled shoe upon a
small wooden chair, before carefully lifting herself up onto the huge desk..
With equal care, and
with Joan moving forward to allow Catherine’s leash more freedom, Catherine,
easing herself forward, crawled across the desk before stopping when her knees
were on the very edge of the desk’s leather inlay. Once there Catherine sat
back until her curvy buttocks rested upon the back of her stiletto shoes.
To complete the task
given her by the mad she now faced, Catherine raised her hands until, with
interlocked fingers until they were clasping the back of her neck.
Finally, and with no
little will power Catherine raised her eyes until she looked again directly
into those of the man who sat openly appraising her.
Comfortable with
himself, his leather chair and the scene before him, Tony Weston leisurely
studied the rather lovely mature blond kneeling submissively before him upon
his office desk.
Catherine, only too aware
of his close scrutiny, watched his eyes taking in every inch of her lingerie
clad beauty.
For, displayed as she
now was, with her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and wearing a
pretty little pink and black set of satin lingerie, consisting of a tiny thong,
suspender belt, black seamed stockings and a quarter cup bra displaying her
large breasts and hardened nipples to perfection, Catherine Dixon, even at the
age of forty two, even if she was a little rounder these day, had retained much
of her youthful beauty.
Seeing the man sat before her so openly and explicitly studying her beauty, Catherine felt yet
again, that oh so wonderful, tingle of illicit arousal, that seemed to start fires of desire within her with every new voyage of discovery her young Master and ‘owner’,
Sean, embarked them upon..
‘Well ‘it’ is
certainly very beautiful Sean; you appear also to have so far trained ‘it’
quite well!’
Catherine now
understood the Large Man, Tony, was talking about her, not too her, it would,
Sean had informed her, be quite normal in certain circumstances from now onward
and Catherine, seeing Tony rise from his chair, felt again, that strange
welcome tingling, even at those words.
Catherine’s lingerie
was complimented by leather and chain body harness.
From clips attached to
a wide leather collar, vertically hung four thin strips of similar leather,
each side of Caroline’s breasts, all joined to another strap, like a belt, and
fastened around Caroline’s waist.
Horizontally, thin
stainless steel chains joined the leather straps, these hung just above and
below Catherine’s breasts.
The total effect of
the lingerie and leather harness make the forty twp years old mother look
absolutely stunning and Tony, now standing was unable to resist reaching out
his hands and‘squaring’ the leather and chains whilst Catherine, keeping hands
behind her neck, only just managed to retain her position as little electric
shocks of desire hit her when Tony’s fingers deliberately strayed over her
breasts and nipples.
‘Gorgeous’ said Tony
leaning closer to Catherine, ‘Do you mind if I kiss her Sean?’
‘Of course not’, ‘I am
your guest Tony, my property is your property’ replied Sean accepting that it
would be just the first of many erotic encounters he would witness this evening
between very dominant Terry Weston, and his own property, Mrs. Catherine Dixon.
Catherine lost in the enthrallment of this
erotic conversation and watching Tony loop a finger into the ‘D’ ring set into
the Harness collar, suddenly felt herself gently but firmly pulled toward him until,
inevitably, their lips touched whilst at
the same moment, she felt would could only be Joan’s fingernail tracing a
pattern over her cunt lips.
For a brief moment
Catherine Dixon thought of her husband and family at home, but these thoughts quickly
departed as Tony’s tongue pushed resolutely between her lips. Catherine,
without hesitation parted her own lips, welcoming into her mouth the hot tongue
of the powerful man who so effortlessly controlled her.
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Chapter 2
When Sean and Tom had
left her house that afternoon, how long ago? Catherine
soon felt the enormity of what
had happened that afternoon and a terrible guilt was soon running through her.
After a series of
unbelievable orgasms Catherine had of course, eventually come down to earth., after
having been told to make them all a ‘nice cup of Tea’ she had served this to
the fully dressed boys whilst she herself had been told to remain naked, even having
to kneel whilst Sean and Tom, played with her nipples, bringing again to Catherine
that terrible yet so electrifying throbbing between her legs.
Just before 6.30
though, the boys finally left her, not though before Sean had administered a
short but thorough spanking of Catherine’s bottom, as a ‘reminder’ that it was he, ‘Sean Brady’
who now ‘owned’ Mrs. Catherine Dixon,
and that when he was ready he would be in touch with her ,via Dan!.
Hurriedly, fearful the son in question would
walk in at any moment; Catherine cleared from the lounge any evidence remaining
from the afternoon’s events, her Bra, thong, stockings and suspender belt along
with her outer clothing were swept up and placed into the laundry basket. Tea
things were placed into the dishwasher and the lounge tidied.
To her horror
Catherine noticed what could only be ‘come juices’ splattered over the sofa, quickly she wiped these as
best she could before pouring herself a very large brandy, taking it upstairs
to the bathroom.
Lying back in the
steamy hot water, Catherine took a large gulp of the brandy, unable to believe
what had just happened to her, in her own home! Jesus, what should she do now?
who could she tell? She had even agreed with Sean that she, Catherine Dixon, 42
years old mother of two, was now the property of a sixteen years old boy, and a
friend of her son to boot!’ And both boys had then emptied their ball sacs
inside her, one in her mouth, and the other in her, her cunt!
Suddenly she could
hear the front door slamming and Dan’s voice calling her, asking if she were ok.
Catherine took another sip of her brandy before, in a bright a voice a possible
called back that she was indeed ok.
But despite the brandy,
Catherine could still taste Tom’s come juices in her and her cunt s ached from
the pounding Sean’s huge cock had given her.
Catherine, despite the guilt she felt in
allowing these dreadful events, could not but help remember how, taken from
behind, Sean’s cock had utterly and completely filled her as never before.
So much so, that Catherine had felt a strange
sense of emptiness and loss when Sean finally withdrew the monster from within
her pulsing cunt for although her
husband was adequate, Catherine had seldom
if ever orgasmed to his usual missionary position, having instead to
masturbate herself after he had fallen asleep.
Catherine had longed
for the events of the DVD to be repeated, but their games had stopped some time
ago and these days, with her husband away on business most of the week, his
weekend efforts were, at best, derisory.
Closing her eyes
Catherine recalled, after he had withdrawn from her, allowing Sean to
effortlessly turn her around and face his still erect monster cock.
She remembered also
how she had complied, without protest, to his demand she clean him off with her
mouth.
For never before had
Catherine tasted her own juices from on a mans cock, but it had seemed such a
natural act to clean her juice from Sean’s wonderful cock and Sean’s juices, mixed with her own had
tasted surprisingly good.
But, it must never
ever happen again, decided Catherine, and no one must ever know it did.
For what if Dan was to
discover just what his supposed ‘friends had done to his own mother? He would be devastated and humiliated to
learn his Mother had been an, almost, compliant partner, caned upon her bare
bottom before committing explicate sex acts with two sixteen year old boys!’
No, Catherine decided
she would tell no one and never let it happen again!
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chapter3
However, whilst Catherine
was making her decision, her incredulous son Dan was in his own room , with his
door locked, breathlessly viewing the video recording his camera had made
earlier in the lounge, amazed at the events unfolding after the initial
pleasantries between his mother and his friends.
Far from being devastated and humiliated, Dan
was stunned but also very excited and, with one hand continually fast
forwarding the recording Dan used the other to first withdraw and then play
with his smallish cock, one that had long since grown hard in expectation, one
that ejaculated to the vision of his mother being forced to strip by his pals
then being told to display her fantastic body to them.
And Dan’s cock grew
hard again immediately; only to ejaculate time and again as the recording gave
him a grandstand view of every inch of his mother’s almost naked body being
fondled by both Sean and Tom.
Then the caning, his
Mother’s cries of both pain and pleasure, music to Dan’s ears, his mother
sucking Tom ,before, just as Sean’s huge cock took his Mother from behind, he
heard her shout up to him that his supper was on the table and would he please
come down right away before it went cold!
Downstairs Dan, with
yet another erection, sitting opposite his Mother whilst they eat supper, could
hardly believe his luck; surreptitiously glancing across the dinner table
toward Catherine whenever he could, Dan, astounded that his Mother seemed so
calm and collected, was fascinated by the thought he now knew every detail of
the breasts, nipples, cunt and buttocks currently concealed by the loose track
suit his Mother now wore.
Inwardly we could not
wait to get back upstairs to his recording, but Dan was equally delighted to think
he could sit there, knowing all her secret areas whilst his Mother sat
opposite, blithely oblivious that her own Son had, minutes ago, watched her
sucking his friends cock.
Dan smiled, almost
laughed and Catherine, picking up on this, asked Dan why he was so happy
tonight.
‘Just happy to be with
you Mum’ replied Dan, before inwardly adding ‘and thinking of just how much
more I am going to enjoy your company in future’
Catherine, content at
least that Dan at least was happy with the world, returned his smile whilst
hoping he would not be asking her to meet Sean again!
Chapter 4 ……………………………………………………….
Sean Brady strode into
a dimly lit bookshop, situated just of the main shopping street,
And began to slowly
peruse the large stock of both new and second hand novels and magazines piled
high upon the shops many shelves.
Having read about this
place after sneaking a look in his fathers Den, Sean decided it would be a good
a place as any to learn more about the exciting lifestyle he fully intended to pursue,
and, hopefully to meet the shops owner, who was, if his fathers correspondence
was to be believed, an acknowledged expert in the Sub/Dom scene.
Sean’s lasting
impression of Catherine Dixon, aside from the obvious delight of fucking this
beautiful mother of his schoolmate, was of her stating that she, Catherine
Dixon, was his property, to by fucked whenever he wished.!
For Sean, despite his
all knowing attitude had not really expected Mrs. Dixon to surrender to him as
easily as she had, but, having done so, Sean decided she would be kept to her
word.
More so when Dan had
cautiously approached him, eventually telling Sean he had actually recorded the
whole session!
At first Sean had
thought Dan intended to use the recording as some kind of hold over Sean and
Tom, but he had been astounded to hear Dan tell him that he, Dan, had actually
enjoyed seeing his mother taken by Sean in that manner, that he was willing to
help Sean in future, providing Sean ensured Dan also had some fun, and,
finally, that, from now, it could only be he Sean and, without his mother
knowledge, himself who enjoyed her charms!
Sean shrugged his
shoulders, thinking if Dan was perverted, so what, he was himself, and as for
Tom, well he was not that bothered either way, he had had his fun!
So Sean, after getting
the recording, had enlisted Dan, his tasks, he was told, was to report to Sean
anything Sean wished to know about his Mother, and indeed there was much
information Sean felt he needed yet about Dan’s mother and he would begin by
making a list of all his mothers’ underwear, type, color and sizes.
He wondered though if Dan
thought this was all just a boyish game, a bit of fun, for Sean, little knowing
his Mother was in the first stages of being subjugated by Sean, reduced from the
beautiful Catherine Dixon, wife and mother of two approaching middle age, into
a 100 per cent authentic Sex Slave, a one who would without question obey,
every demand made of her by her ‘Master’ Sean, and ‘associates.’ Whether Dan
understood Sean’s intention or not though, was a matter of indifference to him.
With this in mind Sean
confidently approached the rather mousy middle aged woman behind the shop
counter.
‘I’m looking for some
Master/Slave stuff, something useful for reference purposes’
From behind the
counter, the woman looked up at the much younger, much taller, good looking
features of Sean Brady.
‘Really’ she smirked ‘and,
even if I did have any books of THAT nature, are you old enough to read them,
you look barely 18 to me’
Sean, secretly pleased
the little woman thought he was actually eighteen, decided not to take any
prisoners with his reply, nothing chanced, nothing gained.
‘Let say Old enough to
put you over my knee for a sound spanking. But only with the Master’s
permission of course!’
Behind the counter,
Joan, the woman in question, blushed deeply, inwardly thrilled at the very this
handsome young man would do that to her, before mumbling a reply that she would
see what they had.
Upstairs though, the little scenario had been
witnessed by a large powerfully built Man sat behind an equally imposing
leather inlay desk Tony Weston studying the TV monitor and listening to he
conversation downstairs in the shop, smile briefly and acknowledged that, even
if he was very young, the lad in the shop had the looks and presence of, at the
very least, a ‘Master’ in the making, one in his own mould, the lad could
perhaps be both interesting and useful to him. For he, himself, at 58 was
getting no younger, even if his advancing years had so far failed to dim his
own natural aura of Dominance
Tony pressed a button
set into the huge desk and downstairs on the counter, a small red light flashed
on and off.
‘But I think you may
be more inclined to find what you want in our ‘special’ department, upstairs’
Said Joan from behind her counter.
Cautiously, Sean
following the woman’s directions, made his way out back of the bookstore and up
a flights of thick carpeted stairs, there to find a door marked with the name
‘Tony Weston’
Sean shrugging his
broad shoulders and knocking upon the door, was greeted by the large figure of
Tony himself saying,
‘Well young fellow,
that was quite an entrance you made downstairs, come on in and tell me exactly
what you are looking for..
Uncertain as to the
welcome he would receive, Sean was both relieved and pleased at Tony’s words
and for some reason to an immediate liking to the much older
And so, after some
initial reluctance, Sean did indeed tell Tony just what he was looking to
learn, and why he needed this knowledge.
Tony gradually viewed
Sean with mounting respect. Assuming of course that Sean’s tale of caning his
friends 42 years old mother was true of course.
‘So, Sean, you seem to
have done it all already, caning the woman and fucking her, isn’t that enough
for you?’ asked Tony after Sean had completed his narration of the earlier events.
It would be Sean’s answer to this question that would decide Tony’s further
involvement with Sean.
‘No Tony, you see, I
told her that ‘I am her owner now’ and I meant every word of it Going back to
when I first saw her, I knew then that was what I wanted, I want her be my own
personal property, that she would obey without question any demand I made of
her, that everything she wore, thought or did, would be controlled by me.’
This indeed was the
answer Tony had wanted to hear, but.
‘That’s quite a tall
order for a very young man such as yourself Sean, more so when the err, prey concerned, is a 42 year old married mother of two!.
‘To be honest Tony
that is the real reason I came here, hoping you could teach me a few things!’
grinned Sean
‘Yes indeed, so I can,
and I would be happy to do so’ replied Tony ‘But you must understand there will
be a price she must pay for my helping
you, and you must be certain you are willing to see her pay the price!’
‘If, at the end,
Catherine, that’s her actual name Tony, is my own fully fledge Sex Slave, I
would be very happy, Tony’!
‘And her husband,
Sean, what about him’
‘Oh, she stays with
her husband Tony, after all, someone has to pay the bills, and Catherine will
allow him to fuck her only as and when, I decide!’
Tony could see in Sean
a younger version of himself, he liked what he saw.
‘Then let’s start
planning Sean, but first there is an apology to be made.’
With that Tony pressed
the button upon his desk.
‘Lock up the shop and
come upstairs’
Shortly there came a
soft knocking at the door.
‘Enter’ said Tony.
Joan, the mousy woman
from the shop downstairs entered the room stopping at the side of Tony’s desk,
hands behind her back, head bowed.
‘You sent for me
Master’ she said, to Sean’s surprise.
‘Yes Joan, a matter of
you embarrassing your Master, your language to my guest, Sean.
‘Then I apologize, to
my and to Sean’
‘Not good enough Joan,
you should be punished.’
Joan blushed, but said
nothing.
Well Sean, you do indeed have my permission to
punish Joan, who, although not my wife, is one of my slave’s, therefore you
have my consent to demonstrate your skills upon her.
Sean smiled slowly;
his quest for further knowledge could not have started better for him.
Nodding his thanks to
Tony, he then told Joan to face him and remove her button don dress.
Furtively she looked
across at Tony who face remained impassive, and then slowly, turning toward
Sean, began, from the top, to unbutton her almost shapeless dress, an act she
had practiced many time before. Finally, the last button and Joan was pulling
the dress away from her body and of her shoulders, eventually allowing the
garment to fall to the floor, following which Joan placed her hands at the back
of her neck, and whilst keeping her head held high, gazed down upon the thick
carpet, awaiting further instructions.
Sean tried not to show
his amazement, for Joan, despite first appearances had one hell of a body!
Braless, her medium sized breasts were still firm and upright, leading down to
nipples that needed to be as big as there were to hold the large gold nipple
rings adorning them.
From those superb
breasts, Sean looked down to see that Joan’s only lingerie consisted of a black
satin suspender belt holding black seamed stockings, leaving uncovered a
completely shaven pubic mound, this adorned with the words, ‘Tony’s Slave’
Remembering the things
he had previously learned, Sean turned toward Tony,
‘My compliments upon
such a well turned out Slave Tony, may I now spank her.?’
Tony, pleased his
guest had learned already, the deference expected by a fellow Master, nodded
his assent and looked on in expectation as Sean told Joan to stand a few feet
away from Tony’s desk, then to spread her legs before leaning forward to place
her hands upon the desk, then she must, Sean told her, look her Master, Tony,
straight in the eyes.
Having not had much
attention paid to her by her busy Master of late, Joan was surreptitiously pleased
he had permitted this very good looking young man to spank her.
Already she throbbed
to the anticipation of Sean’s hands upon her bottom.
Even Joan though, a
slave of many years standing was taken by surprise at the skill shown by Sean
as he spanked every inch, every crevice of her bottom and upper thighs,
gasping, as every so often Sean placated her burning buttocks with soft sensual
caresses, his palms upon burning cheeks whilst very often, his fingers straying
down to her shaven cunt lips.
Sean had told Joan she
would be getting 24 spanks for her insolence earlier, but it was on the 18th
spank that she orgasmed Unable to prevent any longer, the fervor building
within her, Joan gasped and cried out, her eyes fixed to Tony, slumping upon
the desk, almost oblivious to her spankings.
After which, with
Joan, on her knees this time, with hand son head, Sean was pleased to hear Tony
telling him his technique was excellent, but that he had allowed a slave to
orgasm without his prior consent., therefore she Slave must now make amends for
her temerity.
Joan crawled, hands
upon knees to where Sean now stood her hands then reaching up to the belt of
his slacks.
‘May I, Master’ Said
John, looking up into Sean’s eyes. Sean in turn, very pleased with this turn of
events, in return nodded his accent.
Joan, still naked and on widely spread knees
began a well practiced routine of first loosening the Belt, then reaching down
to undo shoe laces before easing Sean’s shoes from each foot, then his socks.
Reaching up Joan then pulled down the fly zipper on his slacks before easing
slacks and underpants down his legs before removing them completely, leaving
the incredulous Sean, naked from the waist down, his huge cock erect and
throbbing.
Joan too, was
incredulous, taken aback by the sight of Sean’s monster cock she vowed to give
its young owner something to really remember her by and proceeded to give Sean
the repertoire of her cock sucking skills.
Indeed she did.
After first lovingly stroking the monster as if to ensure
it was real, Joan pushed back the
foreskin and proceeded to kiss and blow upon its throbbing head whilst her
fingers toyed with and stroked every part of Sean’s, cock, balls and upper
thighs.
Sean groaned with pleasure when Joan took his
whole nine inches into her mouth and throat, sucking him, moving her mouth up
and down over his cock whilst her tongue played havoc with his senses.
Liking what could taste, realizing this was a
very clean young man, Joan, with amazing dexterity, bent and twisted her body
until, to Sean’s surprise; she was now facing his buttocks. His surprise grew
and initially he resisted when Joan, placing a hand on each buttock priced them
apart, but, sensing Joan’s tongue pushing between his crack, Sean relented,
thankful he always showered well, because shortly, Sean experienced for the
first time, a woman’s tongue pushing into his Anus. And boy did it feel so
good!, more so when Joan, her face pushed right into the crack of Sean’s
buttocks, brought her hands back round and with one hand tickle and scratch his
balls, whilst Joan’s other hand masturbated his cock, stroking back and forth
in unison with each thrust of her tongue
into Sean’s Anus.
Sean had been given
head before, usually young Girls fumbling around after he had practically
forced it upon them, and not yet by Catherine Dixon, only Tom had had that
experience, but thought Sean, this must
be as good as it gets, His minds eye saw Catherine behind him, like it not, she
must learn how to do this for him!
Legs trembling to the twin pleasures Joan was
providing, Sean wondered just how long he could hold out before Joan’s
masturbating hand sent his come juice
spurting across the room.
As if sensing Sean’s
dilemma, Joan, withdrawing her tongue from, a rather disappointed, Sean’s Anus,
made her way back under his legs to face him once again..
This time though her
mouth went straight over the huge throbbing erection before reaching behind
Sean, , pulling his buttocks apart and inserting one index finger into his now
well lubricated Anus. Sean moaned in evident ecstasy, more so when Joan’s other
index finger gently scratched the skin tissue between his anus and balls.
The young Master could
hold out no longer, heaving and moaning, his body rigid in ecstasy, Sean cried out ‘oh my God’! before sending stream
after stream of hot juices straight down her willing throat whilst Joan
kept her mouth firmly glued to his
wildly throbbing cock, even so, her mouth and throat were unable to
contain all of Sean’s gushing juices and a steady stream erupted from between
her lips, running silkily down her chin.
Eventually Joan
reluctantly withdrew her mouth from Sean’s deflating, but still enormous cock.
Looking up to his eyes, the naked woman kneeling before him slowly ran a finger
up over her chin, gathering a great glob of Sean’s semen in the process.
Smiling up at him, she placed the finger in her mouth, then repeated the
process, hungrily ensuring every last drop of Sean’s juices were collected and
devoured .before she set about the task of dressing Sean, reversing the earlier
process before, still naked herself, kneeling at Tony’s side.
‘Jeez Tony, that was
unbelievable!’ exclaimed Sean, bringing a smile to Joan’s lips.
‘ I wish Joan could
teach Catherine how to do that!’ he
added before, slightly discomforted he realized Joan had not been party to
their earlier conversation and knew nothing of Catherine and Sean’s intentions.
‘Oh, she can, and will
if that’s what you want Sean, Joan here can indeed be her instructor, and enjoy
the task You see, although a Slave, Joan can also switch, be a dominant that is,
especially to other women!’
Sean thought life just
got better and better and, after a few sessions with Tony and some more
ministrations from Joan, Sean was ready for the next stage of the subjugation
of Catherine Dixon.
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chapter 5
That weekend
Catherine, her guilt and insecurity as great as ever, welcomed her husband home
from yet another interminable business trip with as much fuss as she could
possibly make by cooking special candle lit meals, opening wine , dressing
specially, all the things she could do she did do, short of confessing all, to
make it up to her husband.
But to Catherine’s
dismay her husband had confessed to being so tired after his week’s exertions
that he could hardly stay awake. Indeed, upon going up to bed he had made only
a derisory token effort at fucking Catherine in the usual missionary position
before falling fast asleep.
Lying there, in the
darkness, Catherine’s fingers moved down to soothe her throbbing love button, recalling how, when
her husband had been inside her, try as she might not to, Catherine could not
help visualizing it Sean’s huge cock
that was slowly fucking her.
Despite telling
herself she would never allow it to happen again, Catherine had, every time Dan
walked into the house, wondered if today he would be the bearer of Sean’s
message and was unable to suppress a quiver of frustration each time Dan had
said nothing.
Indeed, during the
intervening couple of weeks, Catherine, particularly when in bed on her own,
had, for the first time since she were married, masturbated herself and it was the vision of Sean’s huge cock that Catherine
masturbated to, of her lips around its girth after he had punished her, spanked
her caned her, and Catherine, to her astonishment, had even fantasized that
Sean was whipping her whilst she herself was bound and gagged, just as in those
books she and her husband had read a couple of years ago.
Always though, the
guilt returned afterward, with Catherine pledging she would keep to her vow
that she would not allow Sean in the house again.. But always the fantasies returned, growing
stronger each time.
So it was, when Dan,
eating a midweek supper across the table from his Mother, casually informed Catherine he had seen Sean that day and that Sean had
asked Dan to remind his mother he would be round ‘as agreed’, the following
afternoon, at 3pm.,.
Catherine, stunned,
had almost dropped the coffee cup she was holding at hearing Dan’s message.
Feverishly Catherine
attempted to think of a suitable reply, unaware of Dan’s complicity.
‘Oh………….oh
really………..do you know Dan, I………I had
completely forgotten about that’
Dan, fully aware no
meeting had been mentioned by Sean, hid his smile very well, nonchalantly
adding that Tom had lost interest in a teaching Career and that Sean would be
on his own.
Suddenly it came to
Catherine.
‘Well Dan, In that
case, as its half term, I think it best if you were here to keep Sean Company’
Under the table Dan
was stroking his growing penis.
‘Sorry Mum, I’ve got
football practice tomorrow, and I’ve no interest in the teaching profession, so
it just you and Sean, boring I guess, but Mum, .Sean told me he so much enjoyed
his last visit’
‘Oh God, thought
Catherine ‘how do I get out of this’! After weeks of masturbating herself to
Sean’s image, she was trembling inwardly, whatever else, she told herself, she must not
allow Sean into the house, reasoning it would then be quite easy to tell him
her husband was at home all this week.
Catherine was of
course totally unaware her own Son had told Sean his father was, yet again,
away all week on business, or of course, that Dan had provided Sean with a
complete list of his mothers underwear, her sizes, her colors and types and,
for good measure Dan had also noted down some of Catherine’s more racy
dresses!.
The following day
Catherine was on edge from the moment she awoke, having all night seen nothing
but images of herself and Sean, either being punished by him, or having to suck
his giant cock!
Even Dan noticed how
on edge was his mother at breakfast, gently chiding her that she really did
look tired today, perhaps a long soak in the bath would help.
Catherine though
decided that some work in the garden may help her think over her dilemma, so a
few hours before Sean’s dreaded arrival she busied herself in the garden,
working hard, until, covered in grime and sweat she looked at her watch and saw
it was 2 o’clock, an hour before Sean was due.
Catherine, always
priding herself upon her appearance, thought it best, even if her visitor was
to get short shrift, to at least look halfway presentable. She would, she
decided, have a bath and then dress in something cleaner before Sean arrived.
Seeing her son packing his sports bag, Catherine, quickly
brushing his cheek with her lips informed Dan she was about to take a quick
bath and freshen up after her earlier labour in the Garden.
Dan, always excited by
any contact with is mother felt his cock stirring as he looked at his watch,
‘Well, I’m off now
Mum, got to go to football practice, you remember?
Absently, Catherine
told Dan she did indeed remember this, whilst taking the stairs up to her
bathroom.
All the while whilst
bathing, Catherine rehearsed exactly what she must tell Sean on the doorstep,
whatever else, she decided; she would simply not allow him into the house,
telling him her husband was home that day.
Hurriedly drying
herself, Catherine pulled her long blonde hair back into a pony tail before
putting on an everyday white Bra and matching pants. A clean pair of blue Jeans
and white cotton blouse completed her dressing. Dressing up today was not a
very good idea after the last time!
Vanity held sway though, she could never
appear before anyone without her make up and so Catherine spent five minutes before
the mirror on lipstick, eye shadow and pencil, after which, looking firmly into
the mirror she repeated her resolve, whatever, she must not allow Sean into the
house…………..for Catherine realized that if she were to do so, then…….then………she
must not allow herself to even contemplate the idea!.
Catherine checked her watch;
it was now
…………………………………………….
‘Oh my God’………….was
Catherine’s reaction to see Sean standing, hands behind his back, staring
angrily at her, in her kitchen.
‘How…………….god you
frightened me Sean……how did you get in here’ she managed to splutter, both
apprehensive and confused by the way Sean was staring at her with such a
furious expression.
‘Dan, I arrived early,
and Dan said you would not mind me waiting downstairs whilst you had your bath’
‘Oh’
Things were not going
at all to plan for Catherine, puzzled and worried by his demeanor she tried to
be more incisive.
‘But……..but I really
don’t think……Sean that.’ ……but was interrupted by Sean
‘It would appear you don’t
think often enough Catherine’ he told her, holding his head even higher.
Catherine, for the moment dumbstruck, nervously watched Sean irritably eye her
from tip to toe.
‘What………what on earth
is the matter Sean’ she asked hoping to pacify him before getting him to leave.
‘That Catherine, is a
question to ask yourself, if, in future, you greet your Master and Owner
dressed in that manner, your punishment will be far more severe than that I
intend for you now’ Said Sean, his manner and voice leaving no doubt as to his
annoyance.
Sean’s slowly allowed
his arms to come round from behind his back and Catherine, horrified to see the
riding crop Sean had been shielding from her, began trembling inwardly as he
unhurriedly slapped the looped end into his open palm.
Impossible now for her
to claim her husband was at home, Catherine, fearfully eyeing Sean’s riding crop
could only bluster.
‘Oh my God,don’t……..please
Sean, this can’t, please, you shouldn’t be here, I really do think you should leave now,
please…………think about what would happen if my husband were to walk in here
right now!’
This has nothing to do
with your Husband Catherine; it’s between me and you, the only thing that
matters is what ‘I’ want, and you Catherine belong to me now, no one else,
you’re my Property’ I tell you what you
can and cannot do, what you wear, where you go!
’
‘But…………please Sean………its
wrong ………You can’t possibly expected me
to just, just’…………………Catherine though was cut off in
mid sentence, stunned by the swiftness with which Sean had stepped toward her,
grabbed her white cotton blouse in both hands and then suddenly ripped it apart, sending buttons flying
everywhere.
‘Catherine, you will
go back upstairs and take off that garbage you are wearing. In ten
minutes I shall come up to your Bedroom you will be kneeling, hand on your
head, on your bed, fully made up, dressed in your Red Satin Bra, thong and
suspenders with black seamed stockings and heels…………….And Catherine, from this
moment onward you will no longer call me Sean, you will refer to me at all
times as…….’Master’
To further make his
point, Sean quickly placed the looped end of his horse whip upon the cheek the
now visibly trembling Catherine and, , told her.
‘No more nonsense
Catherine, not another word, or I’ll make it much, much worse for you!’
‘Oh God……………Oh God’,
mumbled Catherine, terrified at Sean’s underlying threat toward her, but none
the less , unable to suppress the illicit, thrilling feelings inside and that like it or not, part
of her was excited by the idea that she was now the ‘property’ of this young
boy!
Catherine, seeing no
compassion in Sean steely eyes, slowly turned
on her heels, before making her way upstairs, inwardly cursing her son for
allowing Sean into the house but also aware yet again, she had become aroused
by both
thoughts of and the actual presence of the young Sean Brady
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To Be continued Shortly
Knotsshackles@yahoo.co.uk
This story
is fiction only, all ideas welcome
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