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Catherine’s Punishment Part 10
The Continuation of the
Events in the Life of a Mature Submissive Housewife and her Family
By Johhnyboy
knotsshackles@yahoo.com
As Vicky nursed her morning Vodka laced coffee, Catherine, totally unaware of her sister’s recent capitulation to Sean, sat her dressing table studying her troubled reflection in the mirror.
Surprisingly, given the events of the previous evening and of her encounter with Dan in her Bathroom, Catherine had slept well, now though, looking into a full length mirror and seeing the dark bruises upon buttocks given her by the three men she had played ‘hostess’ to the previous evening the full dreadful scenario of events flooded back into her consciousness.
Every single orifice of her body had been used by each of the three middle aged men in turn and belatedly recalling none had used a condom, Catherine’s main concern was she could now be open to any sexual disease they may have had.
Looking into her troubled eyes through the mirror, Catherine was astounded to realize that above all else she was more concerned with the deception caused by Tony’s obvious use of her as, well, a hooker!’ and was Sean, yes Sean who she had not seen for a seeming eternity, also complicit in her betrayal?.
Taking a small key from behind the mirror, Catherine unlocked a drawer in the dressing table and pulled it open.
Inside lay the five thousand pounds she had been given last night; a small fortune to a budget balancing suburban housewife.
‘Earned’ would be a better word thought Catherine.
‘So why I am not sat here, crying my eyes out in anger and despair? , She asked herself.
Why was she not planning on confronting both Sean and Tony to accuse them? But accuse them of what? of pimping her?, of transforming her into their voluntary Sex Slave?
After all, that’s was she now was, for the desire to be dominated for brutal Sex now ruled her very existence, for even now, at that very moment her cunt was throbbing in excitement at thoughts of Sean and Tony and, yes, Joan.
But enjoying her newly found sexual liberation in their company was one thing. The wonderful time spent in Tony’s ‘dungeon’ was incredibly exciting and Catherine now even regarded her nipple ring as a statement of this wonderful submission
Almost every day now Catherine tried to analyze the reasons behind her incredible transformation from a suburban housewife nearing middle age into the sex crazed submissive vamp she knew she had become.
Of course that fantastic day the fuse had been lit, now seemly so long ago, the day Dan had arranged for Sean and his friend Tom to visit her, when they had tricked her into believing she would chat with them about a teaching career before caning her.
That had been the beginning of her transformation, but what had been the catalyst?
Catherine still didn’t understand; only vague recollections of being placed over her father’s knee when he took his slipper to her bare bottom and the peculiar feelings deep inside her twelve year old body gave Catherine any indication and that perhaps it was this previously repressed memory was the reason.
Could it be that her now mature mind and body now belatedly reacted to events of her childhood?
Catherine finally decided she really must confront Tony. The episode with the three men had been beyond the pale and never again could she allow him or even Sean to use her in such an immoral manner, so confront him she must, if not today then certainly tomorrow, for today she needed rest, a chance for wounds, physical and mental to heal a little, tomorrow she would confront Tony, and Sean if he were there, although perhaps beforehand she would do a little shopping with the huge bundle of cash now at her disposal!!
But as she continued to study her bruises, in her anguish Catherine knew there was not a single soul she could confide in, to ask advice on how she could possible, even should she really want to, escape the attentions of Tony and Sean without .without?....without loosing this wonderful new found exhilaration in her life?
How could she possibly talk to her daughter, who would soon be home from Uni for the holidays of the wonderful illicit sexual tension that surfaced within her whenever a domineering male was anywhere near her?
And her sister Vicky,?, she, with her domineering and sneering attitude toward all men, treating them as playthings, would, even on hearing a much diluted version of events, only tell Catherine to snap out of it and not to be such a weak and pathetic little girl.
And what of Dan, her son Dan had been constantly in her thoughts since he had punished her and played with her most intimae areas in his Bedroom and of last night when he had studied his own Mother’s naked body with calm authority for such a young man, expressing his liking for her nipple ring, his demand she cultivate a small triangle of pubic hair just above her cunt lips, just for him and of Dan’s ultimatum she once again go to his room and confess her lies.
And why had she not made more than just a token attempt to demand Dan leave her bathroom?
And lied to Dan Catherine knew she indeed had.
Bizarrely Catherine felt more guilt about lying to Dan than of allowing those three men to violate her for that she could not prevent. But was it that she really wanted to confess her lies to Dan?
Or that in reality she wanted to again experience those strange forbidden feelings of excitement, security and, and yes sexual tension when laid over her son’s knees.
..But, wondered Catherine, what if Dan really did know much more than she suspected, what he were somehow in league with Sean?
If so then he would probably have already known about her nipple ring and much, much more, if that were so then was her son simply using this knowledge as part of a terrible and unthinkable plan to seduce his own mother?, surely not!.
But such was her need to discuss and confess to all these things that Catherine dismissed the idea and began to wonder if perhaps her son could be a conduit for a total confession about last night and her submission toward Tony and Sean?
Her humiliation would be immense of course and Catherine ran the risk of her son angrily rejecting his mother as a whore, possibly threaten her with exposure to her husband.
But surely Dan would sympathize with and help his mother and wouldn’t another spanking be a small price to pay for that? Even if once again her son’s fingers toyed with her most intimate of areas.
‘But it must never again get so out of hand as it did the last time , tonight I will go to Dan’s room at 7.30, dressed as last night then we can talk as mother and son Decided Catherine, fully aware though that she was throbbing with excitement at the prospect.
Studying her nude form in the mirror Catherine knew that despite passing forty she still looked great and felt a little surge of pride knowing she was so obviously desirable to so many men but having a now very obviously well endowed teenage son finding her so attractive was another, very disturbing issue altogether.
And then suddenly, totally unaware her son was at that very moment studying her naked body via his hidden camera; Catherine threw the large amount of money she held up into the air ..
‘Sod it, its Mine, I earned every last penny! And I’m going to enjoy spending all of it on myself ..!
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That same afternoon found Sean sitting opposite Tony in his large office pleased as punch and explaining to an incredulous Tony that Catherine’s sister Victoria would soon be joining the ‘stable’ of ‘Slaves’ he was creating.
During Sean’s narration Tony felt a secret admiration toward his handsome young protιgι. A young man of seventeen dominating the beautiful blonde mother of a school friend was not unheard of, but doing the same to her apparently equally beautiful if slightly older sister would be an astonishing feat should Sean achieve it.
Earlier Tony had given Sean a much sanitized version of Catherine’s experiences the previous evening, or ordeal really, thought Tony who, as always, had been allowed to view the proceeding through a two way mirror.
Photos and DVD’s were out though, for these men were both well known and wealthy and Confidentiality was paramount for these men, as well as rewarding him generously, trusted Tony implicitly.
To that end Sean was not yet ready to be aware of all of Tony’s connections and activities, aware only that Tony ran the bookshop whilst producing ‘underground’ story and photographic publications as a very lucrative sideline.
Tony had told Sean only that in Sean’s absence he had asked Catherine to act as a last minute ‘hostess’ to some local business men during a meeting , pouring the drinks and handing around trays of food. ‘Suitably dressed of course I may add,’ smiled Tony.
‘Your Slave looked a million dollars in a tiny black dress and stockings Sean, you would have been proud of her, the chaps concerned were, I understand , most appreciative and very Generous’
Sean had nodded his understanding; after all, his Slave was Tony’s slave also, for the moment at least.
But just how generous had these businessmen been, Sean would have to find that out for Tony was not forthcoming there and if Catherine was being paid a decent sum then her Master should share in it, although he doubted handing out food and drinks would pay that much!.
For his part Tony had earlier spoken with Peter on his cell phone and had been delighted to be told the three of them had been ‘absolutely captivated’ by Catherine, so much so Tony could look forward to a sizable bonus if he could provide her services once again, this time though as a special ‘treat’ for Peters young twins, who, since their mother walked out on them a few years back had been raised single handed by their Father.
However, the twins, coming up to their sixteenth birthdays, had on a couple of occasions, inadvertently witnessed their Fathers ‘hobby’ and since then had consistently pestered their Father for the chance to ‘be cruel to a woman like him, to punish her as much as they wanted to punish their Mother, and to record the event on film so preferably they wanted a woman who resembled their Mother ..and Peter had told Tony the beautiful Catherine Dixon fitted that description perfectly!.
In the past Tony would of course have used Joan for such occasions, but now he had Catherine Dixon and without detracting from Joan, Catherine was one hell of a beautiful woman for her age and also had that naive unsuspecting and innocent quality missing in the likes of Joan and his professional models.
So Tony had assured Peter there would be no problem at all in arranging this scenario, all that remained of course was to agree his fee for again providing the services of Catherine Dixon although, for this scenario the fee would be considerably more than before!
Now Sean had bought Catherine’s sister into the equation, and much as he admired Sean, Tony’s byword was Money and the possibilities of making money by effectively ‘owning’ such a rarity as two beautifully mature middle class submissive Sisters were boundless. ‘Boundless?’
Tony chuckled at his own joke, Bound a Whole lot more and gagged was more like it!
But Sean was needed, for Tony knew Victoria Preston’s training had only just begun and the boy would need to concentrate on that.
So Tony would keep Sean in the loop, but only as far as he thought advisable until the sisters knelt before him together, cuffed and gagged both of them ready to serve him, whatever his demands may be .
Lying on sofa that evening, fresh from a long hot bath and
Wearing a black see through negligee and tiny matching thong she had not pulled from the drawer in years, Victoria Preston was nursing her second long Vodka in one hand whilst looking again at the cell phone number printed on the card Sean had left with her
Sipping again at her Vodka Vicky realized she was smitten.
Beaten, bruised and humiliated she was none the less infatuated and obsessed in fact, with a young man less than half her age with a cock to die for.
Vicky knew full well that it was wrong, so very wrong to be thinking of this young thug with the enormous cock as a lover and knew she should be appalled that she had actually even allowed herself to call him ‘Master’.
‘I should have told someone, should have done something straight away after he had gone,’ she told herself for the umpteenth time, ‘why did I not at least ring Catherine and ask her advice?’ Was it because she was so unsure about Catherine’s son Dan?’
But as she looked down at the cell phone lying in her lap Vicky shuddered yet again as she recalled how she had eventually begged Sean to fuck her whilst he towered over her bound and vulnerable all but naked body, how Sean had lowered his hard muscular and oh so beautiful young body until she could feel his enormous erection enter her slightly before steadying just within her cunt lips, and how with his face just above her own, Sean had looked coldly into her eyes.
Then he was easing his way into her and it was oh so wonderful.
Sean’s eyes had never left those of Vicky whilst slowly, so wonderfully yet agonizingly slowly; he buried his monster cock to the hilt inside the gasping beauty’s virgina.
Finally he was there, filling the space as no other man had before him and Vicky, still encumbered by her wrists bound to the Bedposts, threw up her head to smash her lips against his, snaking her tongue into her captors mouth.
Grip it!’ Sean had eventually ordered her, an alien expression to Vicky until, belatedly realizing its meaning Vicky contracted her Virginal muscles around Sean massive erection to bring groans of pleasure from them both.
And there, for long minutes Sean had remained, to Vicky his cock seemingly ballooned inside her, cramming its huge girth into her, pumping her until she felt a fulfillment and satisfaction never before experienced .
Placing the Vodka on a small table beside her Vicky’s fingers pulled aside her thong and found their way between her legs, gasping as again she felt the wonderful throbbing fire there so long denied her, the undeniable wetness inside her fingers now sought whilst recalling Sean’s words.
‘I own you now Vicky, I own your cunt, your Ass, your tits, only me or anyone I choose will fuck you from now on, but you have to beg me to fuck you Vicky, you beg your Master to fuck you’
Words that a short while ago Vicky found repulsive yet now were somehow illicitly exciting.
But after all that had happened to her, the fake pictures and DVD’s the violence and yes, blackmail Vicky had begged Sean to fuck her.
Vicky gasped as an orgasm surged through her, but afterward Vicky realized that could never ever be enough and taking a long slug of her Vodka looked again at the cell phone.
Why her? Still very unclear was just how and why on earth Sean had found her in the first place and why on earth then plan and then execute such a complex dangerous and devious plot to ensnare her.
Surely Dan must have assisted him by telling Sean about his Aunt Victoria.
Vicky was suddenly preening in satisfaction: if it were true that he had done so for she must then still be a very desirable woman, even to young men such as Sean and her nephew Dan
Touching herself again, another orgasm surged through Vicky.
‘No one must ever know, no one, not even Catherine, I can make a deal with Sean, tell him we can have fun together, but in return for my silence about the other night he must never tell another soul about us and IF Dan was somehow involved then he must never ever tell him a single thing about what happened between them’
Once again Vicky’s fingers found her wet puffy cunt lips her whole body was shaking as again she imagined Sean’s huge rampant cock filling and devouring her.
After taking another long slug of the Vodka, Victoria Preston reached down for her cell phone
At exactly 7.30 that same evening, Catherine, dressed in the very same black lingerie and tiny dress she had worn the previous evening obeyed her son’s instructions by first knocking and then, after hearing Dan telling her to come in, entering his bedroom and stood apprehensively just inside the doorway, hands behind her neck whilst Dan leisurely lay upon his Bed.
Earlier Catherine had been cautiously excited by the idea of having once again to submit to her own son’s scrutiny and interrogation, but by now, having bathed and dressed and was actually here, in her son’s room the guilty enormity of both her and Dan’s recent actions hit her again, causing Catherine to fretfully look anywhere but at her son whilst still, incredibly, noticing that Dan’s hitherto untidy boyish room was now spick, spam and very tidy, gone were the boyish posters on the walls, gone were any childish items what so ever, all that remained seemed to be a tidy room full of books in bookcases, electronic items and TV monitors and, to her astonishment a large framed photograph of herself, laying on her bed fully naked, taken be her husband a couple of years ago, now brazenly adorning her sons bedside table!
‘Oh my good god’ mouthed Catherine softly.
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As Dan looked across to his beautiful mother he was sure he could hear his heart actually hammering against the walls of chest.
Nice photo isn’t it Mother, you look very beautiful’
Since the last time his Mother had been here in his room Dan had masturbated many times almost every day to the recording he had made of mother whilst he spanked her and played with her, certain his exploring fingers had caused his Mother to orgasm when her whole body, draped over his knee, had suddenly quivered and shaken whilst
She herself quietly moaned, eventually to become still and passive and then rising from her son’s lap, embarrassingly rearranging her clothing before slipping quickly from Dan’s bedroom
Since then, although both he and his Mother had conducted a cordial relationship there was, it seemed to Dan, a strange look in her eyes when they spoke, not anger or resentment but a strange glint Dam could not identity. .
Last night Dan had finally seen his Mothers naked body in the flesh for the first time, and god was she beautiful, what a figure she had, how he had wanted to stroke and caress those wonderfully firm breasts and huge pink nipples, how his young cock had throbbed to the illicit thought of taking his own naked mother, there and then.
But tonight, even though fully dressed as she stood there with her hands behind her neck only inches away, Dan’s eyes burned into his Mother and he thought she looked even more beautiful this way and tonight there would be no look of surprise in her face, tonight his Mother would slowly reveal her body for him, bit by bit.
Watching her son then rise leisurely from his bed and make his way toward her Catherine’s heart hammered the walls of her chest.
How he loved Catherine, to Dan his Mother was perfection personified , although he knew full well his desire for her was so very wrong , that he should not be feeling the way he did, Dan saw this as being partly the fault of his mother, after all, even though he had previously jacked off at thoughts of a bound and gagged mother it was she who had eventually displayed her weakness to him by allowing Sean and Tom to dominate her as easily as they had that first time, even if he had been a little naughty himself by filming the visit they had arranged through him.
A visit that had awakened not only his mother’s sexual desires but had also brought his own fantasies to life, to Dan even justifying his own repressed desire toward Catherine.
And since that afternoon rarely a day had passed without Dan masturbating to films, pictures or just plain conjured up visions of his mother Catherine, but it was never enough. Afterwards with a fist full of overflowing cum juices there was never a sense of guilt, just empty feelings of frustration that that it should be himself, not the likes of Tony, Sean and even Tom, not to mention that thug Kevin enjoying his Mother, fucking her cunt, ass and mouth when it was he, Dan, whom she should kneel before and call ‘Master’
And as young as he was, looking at her now Catherine’s son could now sense the willing submission in his Mother, the rapid beating of her heart clearly was visible as was her inability to look him in the eye.
So Dan; his own heart still crashing against the wall of his own chest knew it was time to take his plan to trap his own Mother into becoming his very own ‘Slave Slut’ a stage further, telling Catherine.
‘So Mother, We both know you were lying to me last night, we both know you didn’t spend the evening with Aunt Vicky nor do I think you were telling me truth about your nipple ring, so I’m going to punish you again but before that you are get on your knees then put your hands behind your back!.
Despite voluntarily coming to his room fully whilst aware of the possible consequences, Catharine’s first instinct was to rebel, to tell Dan she was his own Mother and would do no such thing but sensing his Mothers hesitation Dan crushed any further thoughts of rebellion by adding.
‘Otherwise we shall have a family discussion, perhaps about Kevin or Sean or perhaps where you were last night Mother or even over that large amount of money you are hiding in your bedroom!’, words which left the stunned, not to mention puzzled Catherine no alternative but to eventually slowly sink to her knees before her son Dan. ..
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Just after three pm the following afternoon Tony and Joan stood in the large secret dungeon come play room dominating the upper floor of his office suite, smiling and nodding approval as before him, the beautiful gagged and naked body of Catherine Dixon hung upside down, her wide spread legs secured to a steel spreader bar hauled almost to the playrooms ceiling leaving Catherine’s shaven mound clearly visible whilst her hands, cuffed behind her back, flailed around uselessly a good three feet above the floor, flailing around due to her complete inability to prevent Joan from landing blow after blow from a short leather strap directly onto Catherine’s exposed cunt lips, leaving the mature blonde beauty grunting helplessly into the ball gag as time after time her body shook in multiple orgasm’s created by Joan’s leather strap and the huge vibrating rubber phallus Joan had buried deep inside her vagina before cruelly inserting a smaller vibrating phallus into Catherine’s a anus . ..
With the event’s of the previous evening in her son’s bedroom still fresh in her mind that morning, Catherine knew she had to get away from the house for a while, to
Indeed keep the promise she made to herself and try to put an end to the madness now enveloping her entire existence, to confront Tony, to tell him that never again would she allow herself to be used as a paid sexual plaything to be used at will by his friends.
And so, with Dan safely of to his school Catherine had bathed then dressed in her now accustomed routine of a little half cup bra, thong and garter belt with today, tan stockings and with Today’s lingerie color being powder blue a button up light blue dress completed the outfit along with her customary make up.
So driving into town but reluctant now to spend her ‘earnings’ before confronting Tony she had planned to do, Catherine had first done a little window shopping instead before summoning up the courage to confront him
Eventually she parked, trying to dismiss the thought her nemesis Kevin could be hanging around and Catherine then made her way inside the small book shop, where behind the counter Joan listened patiently as Catherine, happy at least the repugnant Kevin was nowhere to be seen, angrily demanded that she be allowed to see Tony.
Of course the thought of confronting Tony had been one thing, yet, just as Catherine had found on the previous occasion she had confronted him, once inside Tony’s office such was the power seeming to radiate from him, her resolve had quickly turned to dust.
Intending first of all to remain standing Catherine had been a little surprised when Tony allowed her to do just that, little realizing that standing before a sunlight flooded window allowed him a perfect vision of her lingerie clad body beneath the light button down dress.
Catherine had thought long and hard about her words and of Tony’s possible reaction, thinking he must surely either apologize before sweet talking her round to his way of thinking again, or perhaps become angry and tell Catherine to leave his office immediately if she thought he would ever be party to such a deception.
Neither of which had happened. Instead Tony’s half smile remained throughout Catherine’s mini tirade, as she told Tony she would never again be used by Him, that she was NOT a call girl, a whore, that never again would she allow either Tony or Sean to sweet talk her into agreeing to such acts of depravity, that should her husband and family ever discover what had happened that evening her life would be in ruins.
But when she had finished the silence was deafening, all that remained was Tony’s half smile before the big man shook his head, then telling her, almost sadly.
‘What have I done to deserve such disrespect Catherine, leaving aside the fact you have not knelt before me, I recall our agreement was that If I help you with out of your problem with young Kevin, in return you would help me out of a jam whilst Joan was laid up with a bad ankle by acting as hostess for some friends having a currant affairs discussion evening.’
‘You will recall I said your duties would be to serve drinks and snacks, what ‘extras’ you provided to earn additional reward whilst there was your own affair but I understand my friends were more than generous toward you Catherine, in fact one of them has specifically asked you visit him again.’
Taken aback, Catherine blushed furiously, this she had not expected, Tony seemed to be implying it had been her who had ‘sold’ herself to those men. Didn’t he realize they had used her as a sex toy? That they made her swallow a glassful of their combined sperm, tied her to a bench, beaten her and then filled her every hole until she was awash with their combined cum juices?
‘But they used me Tony ..used me like a cheap whore!’
Rising from his huge office chair Tony made his way across to Catherine whose heart thumped in her chest when Tony, his fingers holding her chin up to his face told her.
‘When you first came here for training Catherine it was made to clear to you that I would punish you severely should you displease me or be disrespectful toward either Sean or myself, well, today you have done just that’
Such the aura of power emanating from Tony that Catherine nervously stood stock still whilst his other hand unbuttoned her dress before pushing the lightweight material over her shoulders, leaving Catherine shivering slightly in the sunlit room as her dress fell away to the floor leaving her standing before Tony in her powder blue lingerie.
Unaware Joan had followed her up to Tony’s office; Catherine was shocked to feel Tony’s Slave come secretary placing her surprisingly strong hands on her shoulders.
‘You seem to forget your life is no longer your own Catherine that we now own you,’
As if to emphasize the point Tony’s hand slipped inside her bra to tweak Catherine’s nipples before sliding down to cup her vulva through her tiny thong.
We own every part of you Catherine so Joan will take you down to the dungeon, there you will learn to accept that fact again and then apologize to me’
Catherine looked at Tony. Wanting to, yet afraid reject his calm authority, her lips moved but no sound came out as Joan led her by her bare shoulders from Tony’s office.
Once in the dungeon the stunned and dejected yet compliant Catherine looked on, whilst Joan removed her bra, thong, garter and stockings then secured thick padded leather cuff to her wrists before making Catherine step into a special pair of leather thigh boots complete with their own sturdy metal rings sown into the thick leather.
Shortly afterward the naked blonde beauty, cowering on the floor in helpless fright when Joan had secured her leather booted ankles to the spreader bar, found herself being hauled forward until her widely spread legs left the ground as the winch click clicked away until Catherine was suspended upside down, her head a good tree feet from the floor.
For Joan the appearance of an angry Catherine Dixon in the shop had proved to be an unexpected and pleasurable bonus and after informing Tony on the office phone that a rather angry Catherine Dixon was demanding to see him Tony had, unknown to Catherine told Joan to follow her up and then to be prepared to take and ‘secure’ Catherine in the playroom in ‘the usual manner’.
Certainty Joan was more than happy to carry out this task, for Tony’s slave come secretary had not forgotten the pleasure the young blonde mother had provided her on their first encounter and as Catherine hung upside down before her, Joan wasted no time in rediscovering the delights of Catherine’s body before the arrival of Tony. Catherine had been ready there and then to apologize, to do anything, say anything, but she had not been given the opportunity, instead she hung there regretting her stupidity for thinking Tony would actually apologize to her but
With her hands and fingers all over the suspended Catherine’s body Joan’s tongue soon sampled the delights that lay between her outstretched legs.
To her amazement and despite her own humiliating and degrading, yet, with the help of the special thigh boots, not entirely uncomfortable position, Catherine’s body was soon responding to the wonderfully clever ministrations of Joan’s educated mouth and tongue and Catherine’s humiliation had increased tenfold by the eventual presence of Tony who looked on sternly whilst Catherine helplessly orgasmed time after time to Joan’s clever sexual manipulation of her body.
If Catherine had had the slightest doubt that was now washed away, these people really did ‘own’ her now, her mind and her body, they could and would treat her in whatever manner they wished, safe in the knowledge their ‘slave’ would obey them, safe in the knowledge that Catherine Dixon, the beautiful suburban mother of two not only enjoyed every single moment of the cruel treatment given her but spent almost all her waking hours in a state of nervous anticipation and expectancy, hoping the next phone call or knock at the door would result in contact with Sean or Tony.
And Catherine knew she would, on their return; beg their forgiveness whilst fully aware she would most probably once again soon to be subjected to yet more cruel indignities at the hands of complete strangers.
But those indignities that would a small price to pay for the approval and wonderful attentions of Tony, Sean and now Joan.
Engulfed by yet another multiple orgasm Catherine’s tongue snaked out to remove the last of Tony’s juices from her chin, marveling at just how different one mans sperm could taste from another and recalling how strange Tony had looked from her upside down position when had taken his huge erect cock from his pants and placing the throbbing member between her lips, fucking her mouth by pulling her head back and forth until his hot cum juices splashed the back of her throat before dribbling out of her mouth down her cheeks and then into Catherine’s eyes before eventually Tony had ‘cleaned’ his cock upon her chin.
Tony and Joan had then departed along with Tony’s parting words that Catherine would stay there, hanging upside down until they returned, by then, Tony had told the aching defeated blonde beauty, she would be ready to apologize to him for her earlier disobedience and disrespect ..
Whilst in reality it was only an hour since Catherine had arrived at the book shop, just how long she had hung there, alone in the dungeon she just didn’t know, but having long since grown accustomed to this upside down suspended world of semi darkness, Tony’s semen had long since dried around her mouth, nose and eyes and Catherine was by now accepting her punishment had been justified.
Soon Tony would return and release her and when he did she would sink to her knees, place her head to his crotch, apologize to him and beg his forgiveness.
But, hanging there in the semi darkness waiting for Tony, Catherine’s mind could not help but wander back to the events of the previous evening, after her son had told her of how he had stood in the wardrobe of his bedroom and watched his school friend Sean Punish her.
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End of Part Ten
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