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Chapter One – A Sad Goodbye
Everything went smoothly and swiftly. Thursday night came and went, and Kat and Ethan had a great time together – as they always did - in Jamieson’s Bar in central Glasgow, Scotland.
Saturday morning and Kat delivered Ethan to her Aunt Jane’s for 9am sharp so that he could get the keys to the Land Rover. Fortunately, Ethan didn’t have too many material possessions, so one run was enough for him to transfer his belongings over to his new home. They filled both Kat’s Mini Cooper and the Land Rover and that was a job done!
Ethan found that the room Mistress Dechaump – Kat’s Aunt Jane - had appointed to him was small – very small, but adequate for his needs. There was a single, petite window, the views from which were lovely, and that pleased him, and pleased Kat too.
They did not hang around at Jane’s mansion. Allison – the second in command of the house - was there to greet them, but Jane was out on business. Once they had Ethan’s belongings in the bedroom and partially organised, Kat and Ethan decided to head back into Glasgow in order to spend more quality time together. This would be their last weekend alone in each other’s company for quite some time to come, so they decided to make the best of it.
By the time they arrived back at Kat’s apartment, it was near 11am. “The perfect moment for a beer after all that hard work, don’t you think so Kat?” Ethan suggested.
“Sounds good to me, darling. Where you fancy going?”
“Well, since your favourite is Jacksonville’s, let’s go there. My treat!” Ethan told Kat.
“Ah, you sure you can afford it, hon? I mean, you never know – things may get to be tricky out at Aunt Jane’s, and you may end up jacking in the job before even the first week is out,” Kat responded. “Not that I’m trying to put you off or anything, it’s just…”
Ethan interrupted, “Darling, I have no choice. Even if Allison ties me to a frame and whips me for hours on end every day, I still have to stick with it. Where else am I to go now? I’ve already given up the rental of my own apartment. So that leaves only my little room in Aunt Jane’s mansion house.”
“Well, you know, if it comes down to it, you can live with me. Remember we discussed you wearing a frilly maid’s outfit just a few days ago if you were to work for me?” Kat laughed. “Well, I’ve been giving that more thought and I like the idea.” Kat laughed more, but Ethan sensed even though she was joking, she was – in part – being serious.
“Kind of you, honey,” Ethan responded “but I don’t know if you will be able to find a maid’s uniform to fit me,” Ethan scoffed in return. Nevertheless, the idea of donning a maid’s outfit and working for Kat did cause Ethan to get a stiffy all over again. If they could keep such a scenario quiet and private between themselves, then it may in fact work fine and they’d both get what they wanted. Kat would be in control of Ethan and have him entirely at her beck and call, and Ethan would be mothered and domineered by his best friend Kat. After all, not only did he love Kat, but more and more he was finding that he was drawn to her in a sexual way. He loved it when she bullied him and dominated him, although – for now – he’d never actually admit it wholeheartedly to her.
“Well, whatever, let’s get down the pub and have a beer and get some lunch,” Kat retorted.
“Sounds good to me, babe!” Ethan agreed.
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Monday morning came all too soon. Ethan woke up at 6am. In fact, he’d not slept well the whole night, for obvious reasons – he was nervous about what the future held. He’d agreed with Kat to meet her at his place at 7am. 1 hour to go, not much to do other than some last minute cleaning up. He had his final bags packed. He was about to turn his back on the apartment he’d lived in for the previous 4 years – almost a 5th of his entire life.
He felt a sense of sadness. If only things had been different. If only he had struck gold and his plans had worked out, then he would not have to be offering himself over to slavery at Mistress Dechaump’s mansion. It was not to be though. Too late. No going back. The end was now! Time for a fresh start.
He showered and tidied himself up in preparation for Kat’s arrival. Suddenly, questions started flooding into his mind.
What if… what if Mistress Dechaump did hate him from the outset, what then? Maybe she was jealous of his relationship with Kat. After all, she must have noticed that Kat and he were very close. What if Allison took a loathing to him, if she had not done so already? Because Allison and Mistress Dechaump were obviously very close, he’d not stand a chance. What if he did have to move in with Kat? Would their relationship bloom, or would it die off because Kat couldn’t stand having Ethan living with her? Many “what ifs” but no true answers.
Fortunately, Kat arrived at 7am precisely, so Ethan did not have to spend too much more time on analysing the “what ifs”. “She was always the perfect time keeper,” Ethan said to himself. “Just another one of the oh-so many positives about my wonderful friend Kat!”
Kat entered Ethan’s empty apartment. “Gee, this place is actually bigger than I thought it was,” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, I think the rental price was a bargain,” Ethan responded. “Pity I’m having to leave it all behind. What a fool I’ve been, Kat.”
“Don’t be like that Ethan. It’ll all be better from now on, you’ll see. Aunt Jane will take good care of you. And don’t you worry about that vampire Allison. Although she and my Aunt are very close, it’s my Aunt who rules the roost.”
Kat was lying about that, and Ethan knew full well. Fact of the matter was, if Allison so wanted, then chances were very good that Aunt Jane would take Allison’s advice about almost everything. Allison was much, much more than merely a personal assistant, and both Ethan and Kat knew that only too well!
“Okay, honey, let’s get a shift on. No point getting all gloomy about what could have been,” Kat said. “Let’s make a move. Bid farewell to your humble abode of the past 4 years, and let’s hit the road Jack!” she encouraged.
“Yeah, that’s right Kat,” Ethan agreed. “Let’s shift butt. Being gloomy is for losers. I’m now very much on the up, with a whole lot to look forward to. Let’s get outta here!”
With that, Ethan grabbed his last remaining bags and followed Kat through the front door of his apartment, making sure to lock the door for one last time.
The drive over to Aunt Jane’s – Mistress Dechaump’s – mansion house took around the same amount of time as before – 45 minutes, but it seemed much shorter. “Time passes quickly when you are having fun,” Ethan chuckled to himself. He certainly wasn’t having fun – he was nervous about what the future held, and sad about times gone by.
When they arrived at the mansion house, both Aunt Jane and Allison were there in attendance to greet them. Today, Aunt Jane was wearing a black figure-hugging dress, which reached to just above knee level. Again, her hair was tucked neatly up in the form of a bun at the back of her head. She was wearing heels this time, where the other day, she was wearing pumps.
Allison had on a similar outfit to the one she was wearing the first time Ethan had seen her – black dress, body hugging, plunging neckline, the dress reaching almost to her feet. “Well, if nothing else, at least Allison’s got a cleavage to die for!” Ethan stared. “And quite honestly, both of them look not only immaculate, but stunning too – incredibly sexy – incredibly!” It mattered not that these ladies were both around twice his age – he found himself very attracted to them each of them.
“Oh look Ethan, there’s Aunt Jane and her wife waiting just for you. I bet they can’t wait to get their hands on the next mansion house victim,” Kat quaffed.
“Kat, how could you say that! You know I’m already nervous about working with your Aunt and Allison. All you’re doing is making matters worse, as if that were possible!”
“Sorry Ethan, but you have to admit – they do look like a pair of middle aged dykes who are intent on finding their next sacrificial goat, don’t you think so?” Kat joked.
“Yes, you do have a point, I have to admit. And the thought actually did cross my mind as soon as I laid eyes on them standing there patiently at the front door. Eagerly anticipating the addition of some young blood to the household, so they can have their nasty way! Eek Kat, get me out of here – I’m never gonna survive!” Ethan begged Kat in fun.
“Well Ethan, it’s now or never. Do we make a dash for it, or do I let you remain here, possibly never ever to be seen alive again?”
“Yikes!” Ethan shouted. “Make sure you call me at least once a day Kat, will ya? You never know, they may have a dungeon in the basement of the house where they maintain their victims and feed them on excrement and make them drink urine.”
Enough of the joking, D-Day was upon Ethan. There was to be no second thoughts. He’d signed the contract – signed his life away to Mistress Dechaump and Allison the evil co-hort who looked like Lily from the Munsters. But Lily at least had a sense of humour, where Allison was bereft of all humour – or so it appeared. Ethan had given up his soul to the devil and that was the end of the matter.
Kat pulled up right beside the front door to the mansion house. She got out and Aunt Jane embraced her. “Hello again darling Kat, how are you today? Good to see you once more!”
“Hi Aunt Jane. Good to see you too! I’ve delivered Ethan as per our agreement,” Kat joked, whilst looking over at Ethan with a large smirk gracing her face.
“Ah yes, I see he’s here, thank you my dear for bringing him to me – to us.” Aunt Jane replied with an obvious glint of delight in her eye.
Kat noticed that her Aunt had no hint of a smile on her face when she was speaking. No, there was no smile, but there was a look of real menace. “Gee,” Kat thought “seems that Ethan is going to be the lamb for the slaughter. What have I gone and done?”
Suddenly, Kat felt not only a sense of guilt, but also a deep concern for poor Ethan – her best friend in the world. It was almost as if Aunt Jane and Allison had been planning something over the years. After all, Uncle Tom had stayed with Aunt Jane for over 30 years, and the rumours were that he was a thoroughly tormented soul when he finally went to his grave. All that torment was bound to have been caused by Aunt Jane, and very probably Allison was fully instrumental in the demise of Uncle Tom too.
Kat was now potentially delivering her best friend to the same fate.
“Right then Kat,” Aunt Jane said, somewhat abruptly as if in a hurry to make progress, “I would imagine its time you were heading off to work. I know you are very busy and we don’t want to be a distraction to your work. You don’t worry yourself – the boy will be just fine here with us. You’ll see a very positive change in him as the weeks progress to months, mark my words, my dear Kat.”
“Yes, you’re right, Auntie. I must be heading back or my bosses will be asking all sorts of questions. After all, Monday morning is the morning to be at work nice and early and raring to go. Always provides a good impression to the hierarchy.”
“I quite agree, my darling. But, do come back out to us for the weekend. We’ve got some guests coming over to stay for a bit, and I’d love you to meet them. Come over on Friday evening for supper, and then stay for the weekend. You will? Of course you will!”
Kat wasn’t left a choice. Already her Aunt had made up her mind for her.
“Yes, Aunt Jane, I’d love to come over for the weekend. Would be great for us to catch up on family and other things.”
“That’s a date then!” Aunt Jane replied. “Casual but smart is called for. And make sure you wear something sexy. After all, there’s no need to hide when you’ve got such marvellous assets as you have, is there my darling.” Aunt Jane was peering at Kat’s breasts with an obvious look of desire on her face – or so Kat thought. Not that Kat was at all bothered by her Aunt’s stare. She was proud of her breasts, and she was not at all embarrassed when she noticed people – both men and women – ogling them.
“That’s great,” Kat said. “I’ll just say goodbye to Ethan and I’ll be on my way. See you on Friday.”
Kat hurried over to Ethan. “Okay babes, I have to get to work. Give me a hug. I’ll miss you. I’ll be back on Friday though – Aunt Jane invited me – she’s got some friends coming over and she invited me to join in with the fun,” Kat hugged Ethan tightly, and Ethan reciprocated. He already felt alone in a strange world, and with his best friend gone, he would feel even worse.
“Hurry back Kat. I’ll really miss you too. Can’t wait to see you again – I’m already missing you. If there are any problems here at the mansion, I’ll give you a call. Are you okay with that?” he asked Kat.
“Sure honey, sure. Let me know how things are going. I’ll call you at least once a week – promise. Hopefully we’ll be able to talk, but if you are busy when I call, I’ll leave a message for you.”
“That’s cool, darling. Off you go then. Don’t want you being late for work.” Ethan released his hold on his friend and waved to her as she walked over to her car.
A moment later and Kat was gone.
Chapter 2 – The Mansion House Mistresses
“Okay boy, gather your bags and take them up to your room. There’s lots of work to be getting on with, no time to waste. I’ve guests coming this evening so time is of the essence. Meet me in the garden in 10 minutes,” Mistress Dechaump told Ethan, in no uncertain terms.
“Yes, of course, Mistress Dechaump,” Ethan responded. He grabbed his bags and scurried off to his new bedroom, whilst Mistress Dechaump and Allison wandered into the garden.
10 minutes later and Ethan was reporting for duty.
“Right then boy, let’s have a stroll around. Allison and I can give you a few pointers to get you going. I’m sure you know full well how to take care of expansive gardens such as these, so there’s not too much to tell you. However, there are some ground rules that I want you to be fully aware of from the outset.”
“Yes, of course, Mistress Dechaump. Please let me know what those ground rules are,” Ethan responded.
“Number one. I have appropriate attire for you whilst you are working within the gardens, and you shall wear that without fail. I’ll provide your uniform later on today. Is that clear?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Number two. When you are working in the house, there is also appropriate attire. Again, I shall provide your uniform later today.”
“Number three. You shall start your daily duties at 8am and finish at 6pm. Nevertheless, you will always be on-call should either I or Allison require you. When we have guests staying, which is customary here at the mansion, you’ll be required to commit to longer hours. Lunch – an hour each day, from 12.30 till 1.30 unless either myself or Allison say otherwise.
Number four. When I am not here, you shall take full instruction from Allison. In other words, she is your Boss. You will never question her authority – never! Allison and I are always in agreement, so what she tells you to do, then you must of course do it, without question, without hesitation. Clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Dechaump.”
“Number five. You must address Allison as Mistress Allison.”
“Number six. Whenever you are with either myself or with Allison, you will walk four paces to the rear. You shall never walk in front, nor shall you walk together with us, other than when we need to provide you with instruction. Clear?”
“Yes, that’s clear, Mistress Dechaump.” Ethan already had all the confirmation he required that he was to be fully enslaved to the mansion house Mistresses.
“Number seven. When I have guests here at the mansion – which as I said is customary, you shall remain entirely deferential at ALL times. In other words, you will address those guests appropriately. Should it be a gentleman you are referring to, you will address him as “Sir.” Should it be a lady, you address that lady as “Ma’am”.”
“Number eight. You shall have no communication with the outside world, other than by seeking the agreement of Mistress Allison, or myself. And yes, that includes any and all discussions with my dearest niece Kat. All your calls will be monitored. You are not to use any mobile devices – those are strictly forbidden. You shall use the house phone, which will be monitored. Is that understood?”
“Understood, Mistress Dechaump.” Ethan responded to his new owner. “Shit, there goes my regular chats with Kat then!” he thought.
“Allison, is there anything else that I have missed?” Mistress Dechaump asked.
“Hmmm… Yes, one thing Jane… I think we ought to let this young man know that should he ever break our house rules, he will be severely punished. Punishment can mean anything from a bare-bottomed spanking to a brutal caning. However, we do provide more appropriate forms of corporal brutality should the situation require it. So, in other words, the boy needs to be extremely careful about his daily practices from now onwards,” Allison sneered in Ethan’s direction.
“Yes, thank you for reminding me of that, Allison, darling.”
Ethan could not believe what he was hearing. Nevertheless, he wanted to believe that these two soulless beings were merely trying to scare him into submission, to ensure that his work ethic was up to scratch. After all, this was 21st Century Britain, for god’s sake. These sort of rules and regulations – if there ever were such barbarous rules – belonged to the 19th Century and before.
“Fine then,” Mistress Dechaump added, “I think we are all in agreement. Allison, my dear, would you be kind enough to take our new arrival over to the glasshouses, and let’s get him started in the appropriate fashion. Afterwards, can you please ensure that his uniforms are presented to him, thank you darling. We’ve guests arriving later today, so I need to go and make some preparations.”
With that, Mistress Dechaump took her leave, and Ethan was now all alone with the vampire. Totally at her disposal!
“Come!” the Mistress barked at Ethan, “we have things to discuss, and no time to lose.”
Ethan, once again, scurried along behind, remembering full well that he was to maintain a “four-step deference” to both ladies of the house.
Once they reached the first glasshouse, Mistress Allison beckoned for Ethan to open the door. He slid the door to the left and stood aside to let the Mistress step in. He followed then slid the door back in place. “Now, as you can see, boy, we have tomatoes in this house. Both Mistress Dechaump and I love fresh tomatoes during the summer time, and it will be your job to deliver them to us each and every day – to the kitchen area, of course. You should pick tomatoes at 8am, and they should be presented to us in the kitchen area by 8.45 – no later. Any later, and you will be punished. Clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Allison, that is clear.” Ethan wondered what she meant when she said “punished”. He didn’t particularly want to find out however.
“Good!” Mistress Allison continued. “You know how to culture tomatoes, I take it, so there is no requirement for instruction. Any failure with regards to the correct cultural procedures will be punished. Clear?”
“Clear, Mistress Allison”, Ethan responded to his new Boss.
“All excess tomatoes are given to friends and family. Let us go over to the next glasshouse. Come along – we’ve so little time!”
Ethan scuttled along behind the Mistress. She stood outside the second glasshouse. “Boy, hurry up, I haven’t got all day!” she hissed.
Ethan slid the glasshouse door wide, so that his Mistress could enter. He followed.
“In this house we grow cucumbers and melons.” Melons are to be picked as and when, and then delivered to the kitchen area. Cucumbers - also be harvested as they become ready. You must deliver them along with the tomatoes by 8.45, to the kitchen area. Any later and you will be punished. Clear on that, baby boy?”
“Yes, Mistress Allison.”
“Hmmm… I think we may get along just fine then, you and I. You’ve only been here for half an hour and already I sense you are more than capable. Okay, let us have a quick look at the vegetable patch so you know the score there too. I need to help Mistress Dechaump with preparations for this afternoon’s guests, so we don’t have much time, unfortunately. I really do wish I could make you better acquainted with the workings of the mansion house today, but that will have to wait. Nothing to worry about however, we’ll have plenty of time together, you and I.” She reached forward and stroked Ethan’s cheek with her right hand. Then, in an instant, her hand was between his legs and caressing his private area.
Ethan was bewildered. How should he react? Push her hand away or simply let things progress?
Allison smiled, but it was not a smile of kindness. She had total control over the new blood, and she was content with his willingness to subscribe without the necessity of force on her part.
She continued to stroke Ethan, then she reached for his trouser zip. She pushed her hand fully inside, and thrust his underwear aside. “Boy, once we are done here, you will remove your underwear, is that understood?” She did not wait for Ethan to reply. “The appropriate underwear is provided as part of your employment, and you will wear that at ALL times, unless we say otherwise.”
Mistress Allison grabbed for Ethan’s dick, and brought it out from its hiding place. “Hmmm, nice. Longer than Uncle Tom’s shrunken piece.” She stroked it, back and forth whilst staring at Ethan straight in the eye – enjoying the fact that she was able to physically dominate him purely at will.
Ethan moaned with pleasure. He’d never been handled quite like this before, and he was not at all against it. After all, Mistress Allison was a real stunner to look at, and the way she managed to dominate him with such ease really turned him on!
All of a sudden, Mistress Allison grabbed his balls and squeezed tightly. Ethan’s pleasure quickly turned to pain. The Mistress smiled at his discomfort. “You see boy, never forget that I now have FULL control over you, at ALL times. Your life now belongs to me and to Mistress Dechaump. Is that understood?” She squeezed a little harder, encouraging his answer.
“Y.. yes… yes Mistress, I… I understand,” Ethan managed to get the words out, even though the pain was very unpleasant.
Mistress Allison let go of his balls, and resumed the stroking of his dick, which had now grown to its full length of 7 inches, despite the ball squeezing just a moment ago. “Yes, we’ll have to put this one to good use, so we will,” she tormented Ethan.
“Whatever can she mean?” Ethan thought. “She and Mistress Dechaump actually want to have sex with me? Initially I imagined Kat and her Aunt in bed with me, but now its both the Mistresses. Well, it could be worse. In fact, it can’t get much better!” Ethan was beside himself with the thought of having Mistress Allison and Mistress Dechaump fucking him for all he was worth.
Whack! Ethan felt more pain as Mistress Allison slapped his now full-sized dick hard with the palm of her hand.
Whack! Mistress Allison slapped his face, hard! Ethan stumbled back, more in shock than from the force of the slap.
“Oh come, come my dear little baby boy. I’m just getting warmed up,” Allison said with a sneer of derision on her face. “Come to Mommy, baby boy, come to your darling Mommy.” Ethan looked over at his tormentor and saw her fetch her breast out from the confines of her black figure-hugging dress. “Come, baby boy, suck on Mommy for a bit. Show her just how much you love her boobies.”
Ethan hesitated, but only briefly, trying to regain his composure from the slaps that his Mistress had delivered. He slowly moved forward and bent down slightly in order to lick Mistress Allison’s breast. Quite frankly, he couldn’t believe his luck! He’d only been at the mansion for about an hour, and already was getting “intimate” with his new “owner”.
“That’s it darling little baby boy, lick and suck it. Please your Mommy Mistress and she won’t forget it,” Mistress Allison purred with delight, as Ethan began slurping at her breast with all the energy he could muster.
The Mistress moaned aloud with pleasure and leaned her head back. Ethan continued to feast on her breast – sucking hard on her large dark nipple and then toying with it with his tongue. The Mistress grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down as if intent on gaining even more pleasure from the new blood. Ethan knew he couldn’t keep this up for too long, but he’d try his very best to please the Mistress. He continued to suck and slurp for all he was worth!
“Okay baby boy, that’s enough. No, that’s enough I said.” Mistress Allison had to push Ethan off her breast in order to get him to stop. “My oh my, you are a greedy little boy now, aren’t you. Don’t you worry though, there will be plenty more where that came from, I promise you,” the Mistress smiled gleefully towards her newly found sex slave.
Ethan pulled back on his Mistress’s insistence, breathing heavily, face flushed – partly from the slap, and partly due to his heightened sexual attraction towards his tormentor. His appetite for pleasing his Mistress was suddenly all-engulfing, but he had no choice other than to follow her orders. After all, she was the Boss.
“Pity, my little darling boy, I know. But we must get a move along since we have important guests coming for dinner tonight.” She looked down and gently pulled her dress over her breast. Next, she pushed both her breasts together, to make sure they were in perfect order. Her breasts were always perfect, but she still insisted on taking the necessary “precautions”.
“Jane – Mistress Jane may already be wondering where the devil we are. And we can’t upset Mistress at any cost! Come along, I’ll show you the vegetable patch tomorrow. There’s other matters to attend to now. We can resume where we left off a bit later on,” the Mistress taunted.
Ethan remembered to slide the glasshouse door open for the Mistress even though his mind was focused almost entirely on the events a moment ago. She stepped out, and Ethan followed, sliding the door back in place before following Mistress Allison back to the mansion house – back to Mistress Dechaump. “Remember boy, four steps to the rear at all times, or you will be punished for insolence.”
“Yes, of course Mistress Allison,” Ethan replied, still gasping a little for breath from his ordeal.
They reached the house. Ethan opened the door for his Mistress. She glided in. He followed then turned to close the door behind him.
“Follow me, boy.” Mistress Allison commanded.
She made her way through the hallway and turned left at the end. Ethan scurried along behind.
Mistress Dechaump was busy barking orders to a small figure who was leaning over a stove stirring the contents of a large cooking pot. “This must be the kitchen then,” Ethan thought.
She turned around as Mistress Allison entered, with Ethan in tow. “Ah, good to see you Allison. I hope you had a pleasurable time with the new stock,” she shot a glance at Ethan.
“Mmm… indeed I did, Jane, indeed I did,” Mistress Allison replied. “This one has a whole lot of potential. I’m sure he’ll make an excellent addition to the mansion house.”
“I’m happy to hear it, Allison,” Mistress Dechaump replied. “I knew that my niece would not let me down.”
“What does that mean?” Ethan thought. ““I knew that my niece would not let me down”…? Has Kat been in on this all along? Cannot be.”
Ethan looked at the figure leaning over the large cooking pot on the stove. Although he could not see the face of this individual, it appeared to be a woman – her copious dark brown hair was tied back tightly and rested on the top of her head. What struck Ethan the most was that the lady who was stirring the contents of the pot for all she was worth, was wearing nothing around her buttocks. Her bottom was bare! Naked! Not only that, but it was striped with red marks. “Are those the marks of a lash?” Ethan wondered. He felt his dick growing. Hopefully neither of the Mistresses would notice, or he might be in serious trouble.
“cindy, turn around and say hello to our new blood. His name is ethan. Don’t be shy cindy!” Mistress Allison barked orders towards the cook.
The cook turned around and looked up at Ethan. Then, she managed to whimper “hello sir.” She quickly looked down towards the floor, shamed by her current predicament.
Ethan stared at Cindy. Her small breasts were bare, but not only that, they were covered in welts.
“Damn it girl,” Mistress Dechaump hissed. “How many times have I told you to be polite to the new house guests!” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Over and over, Mistress Dechaump thrashed Cindy’s bare breasts with what looked like a riding crop. Cindy groaned and then let out a small howl of pain as the riding crop came crashing down on her small breasts once more. Nevertheless, she made no attempt to shield them. She kept her hands away.
“Now, get back to your duties, girl!” Mistress Dechaump barked.
Cindy turned around to continue stirring the contents of the pot. She was whimpering, but it was still impressive how she handled such ferocious physical punishment at the hands of her owner. Mistress Dechaump raised the riding crop once more and brought it down viciously on Cindy’s buttocks. Thwack! Cindy continued to stir without protest.
Mistress Dechaump then dropped the crop to the floor and brought her hand up between Cindy’s legs. The Mistress began to fondle at her pussy lips. “Damned girl!” Mistress Dechaump complained. “Open your legs wider you stupid slut!”
Cindy did as she was instructed, and Mistress Dechaump made the most of it. She started to rub her fingers back and forth on the cook’s pussy lips. Nevertheless, Cindy continued stirring the contents of the large pot, regardless of the Mistress’s invasion of her nether region.
“Allison, can you get me some lube please my darling. I want to fuck this girl’s butt whilst she prepares the food for this evening’s guests. She’s got such a tight little butt hole that I think we’ll need some lubricant in order to gain access to the gateway.” Mistress Dechaump laughed outwardly at her own joke.
“Yes, of course dear,” Mistress Allison giggled. “Just a moment, I have some in my coat pocket.” With that, the Mistress spun around and glided off through the door way.
Mistress Dechaump kept up the pussy massage, whilst Ethan looked on in total dis-belief, but at the same time, fully aware that he had a boner as hard as a rock!
Mistress Allison was back in an instant. “Ah, good girl,” Mistress Dechaump said, as Allison handed her the lube.
Next, the Mistress pulled her hand away from Cindy’s sex. “Obviously the girl enjoys my attention tremendously,” Mistress Dechaump proclaimed, “just look how wet my fingers are,” she lifted her hand to show Allison.
Allison nodded in agreement.
“Here girl, open your mouth. Time to clean your juices, you dirty little whore!” With that, Mistress Dechaump forced her fingers into the girl’s mouth. “Come on, suck them clean – I haven’t got all day, bitch! There now, that’s better. Taste good?”
The Mistress allowed her slave to suck for a minute or so, then withdrew her fingers. She lifted her dress and hitched it around her hips. She was wearing a strap-on between her legs with a 9 inch long black rubber dildo attached. She flipped the lid of the lube and dripped some onto her hand. She coated her strap-on with the lube from her hand.
“Bend over a bit more!” she snapped at the cook, who was still somehow managing to continue stirring the contents of the large cooking pot.
The cook had no choice but to do as commanded. She leaned over so that her bare breasts were almost touching the pot.
“Wider! Get those legs wider, you stupid cunt!” Mistress Dechaump hissed.
Cindy complied.
Mistress Dechaump then moved her black rubber 9 incher towards the cook’s tight rose-bud and pushed hard. The dildo bounced off the cook’s hole. The Mistress aimed once more and this time gained at least partial access.
“Oooooh,” the cook gave off a muffled sigh as the 9 incher breached her bud.
The Mistress began to pound the cook for all she was worth. She reached round and grabbed at her nipples and gave them a hard tweak. The cook moved in tandem with her Mistresses thrusts.
“Keep stirring that broth, you brainless little fuck bitch!” the Mistress demanded. “That’s it, ride my cock, girl. Thrust your hips back hard on my cock, slut!”
Mistress Allison decided she should get involved too. “Darling, may I use your riding crop?”
“Yes, of course you can.” Mistress Dechaump was only too happy to oblige.
Mistress Allison picked up the crop, then proceeded to slash at the cook’s small breasts, whilst Mistress Dechaump rode the cook’s ass for all she was worth.
“You fucking whore! You deserve all you’re going to get and more! You think you’re a good cook do you?” Mistress Dechaump barked at Cindy. “You have no fucking idea, you fucked up little hot blooded brainless whore. Come on! Ride your Mistress’s cock. Faster! Harder! You fucking little bitch you!”
Ethan knew full well that Mistress Dechaump did not mince her words, but this outburst was something else! On the one hand, he felt sorry for poor little Cindy, the cook. Nevertheless, he was fixated by the proceedings, and in some ways wished it was he who was on the receiving end of such a brutal sexual attack by the Mistresses of the mansion house.
Almost 5 minutes passed by and Cindy the cook was about to flake out.
“Okay Allison darling, that’s enough abuse on the sluts little tits. Let’s turn her around now. I need to get her shit off my dick. Time for me to pleasure her other hole,” Mistress Dechaump said with a level of triumph in her voice.
It was quite amazing that at the age of around 50 years old, Mistress Dechaump still had the resilience to use her 9 inch strap-on in such a way. Yet, she never let up on poor Cindy for an instant.
Mistress Allison stopped slashing at Cindy’s tits with her riding crop. She dropped the crop on the floor. “Boy, pick that up!” she pointed at the crop.
Ethan scampered over to do as he was told.
Allison then grabbed Cindy by the hair, dragged her from the stove, and pulled her to a kneeling position, ready to take Mistress Dechaump’s 9 inches of delight in her mouth.
“Get down on your fucking knees you fucked up whore!” Mistress Allison shouted. “Now open your mouth and get ready to clean your dirt off the Mistress’s cock!”
Mistress Dechaump took aim once again, and just as Cindy opened her mouth, she slammed her dick in. “Yeah baby, suck on your Mamas cock, you dirty pig! Get all of your shit off Mamas cock, or you’re in big trouble, you hear me, you fucking little bitch!”
“Boy!” Mistress Allison snapped. “Give me the riding crop!”
Ethan handed the crop to his Mistress and stood back with his eyes still glued on the action.
Mistress Allison then raised the crop and whoosh! She snapped the crop on Cindy’s bare ass as hard as she could.
“Poor little cindy, your ass is going to be so red and sore tonight. You may not be able to take part in the games we planned especially for you, my dearest little one,” Mistress Allison derided her slave girl even more. “And that would be a pity now wouldn’t it, darling little cindy.”
Cindy made no response. All she could do was to chew on Mistress Dechaump’s 9 incher. She sucked for all she was worth – making sure that she cleaned every teeny bit of her own shit from her Misstress’s dick. She knew full well that if she failed to please her Mistress, she would live to regret it. Although the current punishment was very harsh, she was aware that her Mistresses were just having fun with her. There was much more in store if she were to disappoint either of them!
Mistress Dechaump continued to plunge her 9 inch intruder deep into Cindy’s throat. Countless times, Cindy was close to throwing up because the tool was reaching the depths of her throat and causing her to gag. Regardless, she managed to keep up to the rhythm that her Mistress was setting.
In the meantime, Mistress Allison was lashing hard at Cindy’s buttocks. She noticed that the marks left by the riding crop were now turning bloody. “Time to ease off this bitches’ ass, I guess,” Allison thought. She dropped the crop on the floor. “Boy, pick that up!” she demanded once more.
Mistress Dechaump slowed up the pace. “Okay, fun times over.” She pulled her dick from Cindy’s mouth. Allison came over to make sure that the slave girl had performed well and had indeed cleaned all her own shit from Jane’s 9 inches.
“Hmm, seems she’s passed the test, darling. Your gorgeous cock is as clean as can be, other than the little whore’s saliva.”
Mistress Dechaump unclipped her 9 inches and grabbed Cindy by the hair. She rubbed the dildo through the girl’s long hair, then proceeded to slap her face hard with it, on either side. “You’ve performed reasonably well, you slut. Now go get cleaned up and then get your red hot ass back here. There’s a lot of preparation to be done and time is getting short!”
Cindy scampered off, no doubt happy to have escaped an even more severe punishment session at the hands of her Mistresses.
“So, boy, what did you think about that then?” Mistress Allison asked in a mocking tone.
Ethan was still entirely fixated on the events he’d just witnessed. His dick was so hard he thought it might be popping through his trousers. His face was bright red, partly due to embarrassment, but mostly because he was so intensely caught up with the proceedings. Although he felt sympathy for Cindy, at the same time, he was utterly riveted, and incredibly turned on too!
“Emmm… I’m sorry Mistress Allison, but emmm, I don’t know what to say… sorry!” he blurted out.
“Oh come now fairy boy, tell Mamma the truth. Did you enjoy the display? Did you wish you could’ve swapped places with our little slut girl? Or, do you see yourself as being masterful? Perhaps you wanted to be slamming your dickie boy into that cute little rose bud? How about it? First her tight little butt hole, then her mouth. Come on come on boy – tell Allison and Jane the truth. Which is it to be? Master or slave? Slave or Master? Master or slave? Slave or Master?” The Mistress tormented Ethan.
“Well…” Ethan tried to get some words out of his dry mouth, “I j… just don’t really erm… know.”
“WHAT!” Mistress Allison yelled at him. “You don’t fucking know! What do you fucking mean, you don’t fucking know. It’s a fucking simple question, don’t you think? Or are you so fucking stupid that you don’t understand what I’m asking you, you little prissy missy gay boy!”
“I’m sorry Mistress Allison. I didn’t mean to emmm… upset you. Erm, maybe I can try both roles. Is that permissible?” He looked over pleadingly towards both Mistresses.
Mistress Dechaump just smiled back at him. Not a smile of reconciliation – no. It was a smile of ridicule!
“Don’t you be looking at Mistress Dechaump. She’ll be the one to fuck you for all your worth, you stupid half- wit!” Mistress Allison snapped. “If you want compassion, you need to come to your Momma. Here, come suck on my titty.” With that, Mistress Allison pulled her dress aside to expose her bare breast. “Come, suck on my titty like you did half an hour ago. Be a good little boy and come suck on Momma’s big nipple,” she invited Ethan.
Ethan did as he was told and gave in to his Mistress’s wishes once more – not that it was difficult. And not that he had any choice in the matter. Allison held her breast up with her left hand, so that Ethan would have perfect access to her large nipple. She then used her right hand to guide his head downwards.
“That’s it, baby boy, suck it and see. Yes, suck Momma’s big tittie. Ahhhh… yessss! Once we are done here, I need to take you upstairs. Let’s get some privacy. I’m sure Mistress Dechaump can manage the preparations for our evening guests. Is that okay with you, darling?” Allison glanced over towards Jane for approval.
“Well, we don’t have too much time left Allison. What’s more though, we need to ensure that the boy here is capable of treating our guests with as much respect and decency as they deserve. He’ll need some instruction for that. But, if you can be back here within an hour, I don’t see why not. Go have some fun with this puppy. You deserve it, after all,” Jane smiled at Allison. “Oh, and don’t forget Allison, you need to make sure that your tit sucking baby is properly attired for this evening.”
“Thank you darling. I’ll have puppy dog back here in an hour. And – yeah, I will be sure to see to that too, thanks for reminding me. Okay puppy, let’s get upstairs!” Mistress Allison said. She slapped Ethan’s bottom as he pulled his lips from her breast. Then she drew up her dress to cover herself once more “Come, follow me!” she barked, “it’s time for some real action!”
Chapter 3 – Mistress Allison
To read the remainder of this story, please visit the following webpage:
http://mariloujohansson.com/the-mansion-house-short-stories-series-part-ii-by-marilou-johansson
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