New Catherine Dixon\'s Punishment

                                    Catherine Dixon’s Punishment

                                    Part Three

                                               

     Chapter one:    Two weeks later.                                            

       The two weeks spent without hearing from her young ‘Master’ Sean Brady had seemed an eternity for Catherine Dixon for having been administered by an expert Catherine’s piercing had gone well and the slight soreness in her nipple had disappeared after only a few days and to her surprise Catherine was soon proudly moving the small gold ring around her healed nipple with ease, astonished at just how much more sensitive her nipple had now become. Indeed it seemed to Catherine that whenever she touched her nipple that wonderful familiar throbbing would once again begin between her legs.

        Her only concern came the first weekend with her husband home from his travels and wondered how would she explain her new nipple ring to him and with Sean also having told Catherine she could no longer allow her husband to fuck her without his, Sean’s, permission things could have become very complicated indeed but the idea of having her young Master tell her when she could or cold not fuck her own husband held a strange excitement for Catherine.

In the invent Catherine’s concern proved to be unfounded for her husband had made not one single sexual advance toward his wife who, not certain as to how to approach the subject of her nipple ring had instead worn a sexy bra and thong in bed. In fact he had seemed to want nothing more than to sleep and to play golf before leaving the house again early Monday morning, leaving Catherine to wonder if perhaps her husband had taken a lover himself!

After his departure though Catherine’s excitement was evident as each day of the week she observing Sean’s demand she must follow to the letter the list of lingerie he had given her to wear each day and Catherine also ensured she slipped the little gold ring around her nipple when dressing and only briefly did she wonder how in earth Sean had managed to compile a list of every piece of lingerie she owned.

   Then just she began to wonder if she would ever hear from her young Master Catherine was bought out of her musings by the sudden bleeping of the private cell phone given her by Sean. Catherine’s heart skipped a beat for it was a message telling Catherine her young Master would be visiting to view his “property” at 2pm that very afternoon!

That wonderful all consuming throbbing began yet again at this news. Her young Master was coming! Catherine checked her watch and then rushed upstairs to run her bath, Master would be here in less than two hours and his slave was going to make herself look devastatingly beautiful for him!

        An hour and a half later, freshly bathed and obediently shaving her pubis to ensure it was totally smooth, Catherine dressed as Sean had stated for today. She was to be in all red lingerie under a short red button down dress. Catherine had taken time over her hair and applying her makeup and was making last a minute adjustment to the suspender tabs on her sheer black stockings when she heard the cheerful voice of her son Dan shouting upstairs to Catherine that he was home.  

        “Oh God, I’d completely forgotten I heard Dan telling me he would be studying at home this afternoon,” thought a startled Catherine, wondering how on earth Sean would react to Dan’s presence in the house. More to the point, realized Catherine, was how she could submit herself to Sean with her son the house! Still confused as to how she could get around the problem Catherine made her way downstairs and on into the kitchen where Dan was in the process of preparing himself a sandwich.

        “You should have let me do that for your Darling,” said Catherine, acutely aware of her son’s scrutiny when looking up from his task to his Mother.

        “Wow Mum, you look great, are you going out?” said Dan, his cock twitching to the glorious sight his Mother made standing there in the doorway with her sheer black stockings contrasting wonderfully with the short red dress.

        “Err yes Dan, later I shall be but before then your friend Sean is coming around for some more discussions about the teaching profession,” replied Catherine, desperately hoping her son would be satisfied with her reply.

        “Oh, right on Mum, you didn’t get dressed up like that for Sean then?”

        Catherine, very aware she was blushing furiously, scolded her son. “Dan! How could you think of such a thing…, completely good grief, I’m your Mother and Sean, goodness knows, is near your own age, how could you say such a thing. Your father would be furious. Besides, Sean would hardly be interested in a woman so much older than himself!” 

        Dan was of course fully aware that his Mother was lying to him ,he  had asked the question merely as the first incursion of his own plans to embarrass and eventually humiliate his Mother into complying with his own demands of her. So for the time being Dan contented himself by smiling at Catherine and replying, “Sure Mum, of course you’re right.”  Leaving his Mother anxious, worried and no wiser as to how she would greet Sean on his arrival.

        Catherine’s torment though was partially relieved when Dan told her he was taking his lunch up to his room.

        “Say hi to Sean for me Mum,” smiled Dan.   

Eventually the doorbell had rung and after ensuring Dan was upstairs Catherine had dutifully opened the door to Sean and although still concerned about Dan’s presence in the house she had none the less dropped to her hands and knees to welcome her young Master in the required manner.

Now, thankful the door was closed behind them for after having to crawl into the lounge before him Catherine was again Kneeling before Sean with her hands clasped together upon her head but just the presence and nearness of her young Master made Catherine temporarily disregard her plight. More so when Sean’s hands dropped to her face to caress and stroke Catherine’s smooth skin as she looked down to the carpet.

        “Master, please may I speak?”

        “Yes slave Catherine and you may also look at me while you do so,” replied Sean, delighted she property had remembered the instructions given her by Joan.

        Catherine looked up into those beautiful but stern eyes. “Dan is in the house Master,” was all Catherine could think of to say to Sean, afraid that any reticence on her part would provoke Sean into punishing her but much to  Catherine’s consternation and simply shrugging his shoulders, Sean replied,

“You are now mine, slave Catherine, the property of Master Sean. If need be I shall end this nonsense of secrecy and tell Dan that I own his Mother, he may even be useful to me in keeping an eye on you. He could tell me if you’re ever disobedient toward your owner. Now, stand up and take off the dress, slave Catherine; your Master wishes to see your nipple ring.” 

        Sean’s words hit Catherine like a thunderbolt, how could her Master be so cruel? But they were also a reminder to Catherine of just how far she had travelled in her journey toward total submission. Catherine realized Sean’s words were a test of her obedience toward her young Master and knew she must not fail him whilst to her alarm, Catherine also sensed the same strange combination of guilt, excitement and arousal she had experienced when Sean had punished her in Dan’s bedroom when Catherine had thought Dan may be in there witnessing his Mother’s submission toward his friend Sean.

        “Yes Master,” replied Catherine, her fingers already unbuttoning the red dress after accepting her Master was stating only that which Catherine already knew to be the truth, that despite all the possible and perhaps inevitable complications such was her newly found sexual liberation She felt proud to be Sean’s slave and even that subconsciously perhaps she really did want to share her joy with Dan, even if it meant a total transformation of their Mother/Son relationship……...

   But Would Dan in turn then inform her husband as to what was going on at home if that were to happen? But had perhaps Sean already told her son his Mother was now “owned” by him? Catherine thought not…. but would Dan really be happy to accept her new life and be protective of her while Sean was elsewhere, Certainly, thought Catherine, the way her son often looked at her and the many times she had surreptitiously seen the way his trousers bulged with an undoubted erection on those occasions told Catherine all she needed to know about her sons sexual orientations.

Could t  though the young Man she had loved and nurtured all these years really come to terms with the fact his Mother was in effect now ‘Owned’ by his own school friend?. Viewed in that way even just the thought of such a thing occurring seemed ridiculous, a bad joke even, but blissfully unaware of the true nature of Sean’s Brady’s intentions toward her, it was no joking matter to Catherine for she had now found the key to just what her life had been missing all these years, in short, incredible sexual  awareness and fulfilment combined with  mind-boggling feelings of  true belonging, that even if she were ‘owned’ by her Master the reverse was also true, that she Catherine Dixon owned Sean Brady’s breathtaking body, every part of it down to his magnificent cock!...................................

  After having removed her red dress Catherine then stood in just her red thong, matching garter belt and stockings with her hands on head before her Master Sean. Having removed her dress Catherine had been left breathing heavily in pure delight when Sean had then pulled her toward him, crushing her body to his strong young chest before giving Catherine the most erotic and enjoyable kiss she had experienced for a very long time. While doing this Sean’s fingers had also unclasped Catherine’s red bra so that when finally breaking away from the long lingering tongue to tongue kiss he was able to remove the bra in one swift movement before telling Catherine to replace her hands upon her head.

        “Beautiful, slave Catherine, it looks beautiful,” was Sean’s verdict while he toyed with Catherine’s nipple ring, One large hand weighing and fondling one breast while, with the other, gently tugging and moving the little gold adornment around the tiny hole in Catherine’s nipple. This was leaving her sighing with pleasure from her now oh so sensitive nipple. And even more so as Sean, leaned down to take her whole nipple, complete with ring into his mouth, gently sucking and teasing to leave Catherine swooning with pleasure. 

        It was then Sean produced a thin whippy cane from under his trouser leg and seeing this Catherine knew she was about to have another “training” session and obediently kissed the thin bamboo and took the cane in her teeth when Sean placed it against her lips.

        “Your bedroom shall be the punishment room for today slave Catherine, go up there now and kneel on your bed waiting for your Master. I shall be along shortly, but you must keep the cane between your teeth until I remove it!”

        This then was to be a huge test of Catherine’s absolute obedience, having to walk almost naked and with her nipple ring in full view up to her room in the full knowledge her son was up there, in his own room! With only the slightest hesitation, Catherine, cane between her teeth, obeyed her Master and turned from him to make her way. With her deliciously swaying white bottom making a delightful contrast to her black stockings she moved toward her bedroom, nervously expecting Dan to suddenly appear before her and stare in wonderment at his almost naked Mother sporting a gold nipple ring.

Only when in the assumed safety of her bedroom and kneeling upon her bed with her bottom thrust upward did Catherine feel a strange  and forbidden tinge of disappointment that Dan had not witnessed her erotic display as she waited in eager anticipation of the pleasures to follow.

        Dan of course had seen his mother’s nipple ring on countless occasions already and now. In the comfort of his room, he pulled his already erect cock from his pants and settled back onto his bed, viewing both the delicious sight his Mother was unknowingly presenting him as she knelt on the bed awaiting the arrival of Sean. Dan was thinking of the following week, for on the Tuesday he and Sean had a very special appointment to keep.

        “Very, very nice, you have been a good girl slave Catherine; your cunt is so smooth now.”

        Catherine was aware that Sean, or was it Dan? Had entered the room and was now standing behind her. Then she jumped a little when two fingers caressed her freshly shaven pubic area, running up and down either side of the thong elastic now buried firmly between her bum cheeks. Catherine had relaxed as soon as she confirmed it was her Master standing there and it was not long before she was gasping with pleasure to his gently probing fingers and having great difficulty in keeping the cane between her teeth.

        Which was of course, just what Sean intended and with a wicked smile the young Master slid both fingers deep into Catherine’s well lubricated and only too willing cunt. The effect was immediate, unable to suppress a sudden gasp of pleasure Catherine’s mouth opened and the cane dropped from between her lips to land before her on the bedspread.   

   “Naughty slave girl,” was Sean’s response before picking up the thin length of bamboo.

        “For that slave Catherine you will be punished with twelve strokes of the cane and count each of them aloud, afterward you will beg your Master to fuck your ass!”

        Realizing she had been set up, Catherine found it hard to suppress a giggle as she replied, “Yes Master” for all was right with the world. Her wonderful young Master was here, and was about to punish and fuck her, thrusting her glorious ass back toward Sean in expectation. Catherine though was of course completely unaware that at the same time her son Dan was laying back on his bed, his already erect cock in hands whilst watching a relay TV monitor and glorying in the sight of those wonderfully large and firm breasts, topped with the gold nipple ring, pointing straight down toward the bed as he waited in envious expectation for Sean to begin punishing his mother.

Chapter Two: The following Tuesday:

        “Dan... What a pleasant surprise!” said Dan’s Aunt Victoria Preston upon opening the door to he young nephew.

        “Hi there Auntie, I was in the area so I thought I’d pop in and see you,” replied Dan with a beaming smile.

        “That’s very good of you Dan, come on in then and let me get you a drink, I’ve only just myself got home from a lunch date with some friends…. Hello, what’s that you have there, have you been shopping Dan?”

        “Oh, that’s my football training stuff Aunt Victoria.”

        “Good for you Dan, it’s good to have sporting hobbies,” replied Victoria who in truth had always thought her sister Catherine’s son a little strange, even to the point of feeling a little uncomfortable at the way the boy looked at her sometimes, none the less, he was her sister’s son and Victoria felt obliged to at least ask him in and offer him a coke.

        “Any chance of a cup of coffee Auntie I’ve gone off coke to tell you the truth,” said Dan after they had sat opposite one another in Victoria’s large sitting room after she had offered him the coke.

        “Sure Dan, maybe I will join you and have one myself, I need it after the couple of glasses of wine I had with lunch,” said Victoria before rising from her chair, careful to gather her pink summer dress together, not wishing to provide her nephew with the slightest glimpse of the racy pink lingerie she wore underneath, as she always did for her “girlie lunches.”

       With his heart pounding Dan only hoped he appeared normal to his Aunt Victoria as He watched her disappear from the lounge before taking from his pocket the small vial Sean had given him earlier. This, Sean had told Dan, was initially to be his “show.” Dan’s opportunity to prove to Sean he had the guts to carry out the plans they had devised together after Dan had submitted his idea to Sean and he Sean, they agreed, would arrive later. Today they had decided, would be perfect for Tuesday was usually Victoria’s day for lunching with friends and would have already had a couple of drinks. 

      Whilst In the kitchen preparing coffee Victoria hoped her nephews visit would not be a long one. Tired after a couple of drinks she had already planned to take a bath and then a nap before dinner. With her ex-husband now out of her life but still making all that lovely alimony money to pay her as required by their divorce settlement a girl had to enjoy herself and   tonight she planned to  visit t some more friends for yet more ‘girlie talk’.

        “So Dan, I haven’t seen your Mother for a couple of weeks, how is she,” said Victoria after placing a mug of coffee on a table next to Dan’s chair.

        After having watched her every movement over these past weeks Dan of course knew exactly all there was to know about how his Mother was.

        “Mums very well Auntie Victoria,” he replied.

        “That’s good, Oh dear I’m sorry Dan, I’m forgetting myself would you like a slice of the cake I made yesterday, with your coffee.”

        “Oh, please Auntie; you know how much I love you homemade cakes.”

        Victoria placed her own mug of coffee on an end table and strolled out of the lounge back toward the kitchen to fetch Dan’s slice of cake and for Dan his Aunt’s departure could not have been timed better. Having been worried about as to whether he would actually get the opportunity, here it was and Dan quickly emptied the vial he was holding into his Aunt’s coffee cup before Moments later, Victoria was back in the lounge, passing Dan a plate of her cake before taking her coffee mug and sitting opposite Dan once again, well aware of Dan’s eyes trying to catch a glimpse of his Aunt’s stocking thigh as she eased herself back into her own chair.

Then making an effort to be nice to Dan, Victoria made small talk about his schooling and prospects while they drank their coffee and Dan eat his cake but soon realised she was beginning to feel tired, this, she assumed, must be caused by the drinks consumed over lunch and she hoped Dan would leave as soon as his coffee was finished and she could then take her nap before her Bath but gradually though Victoria felt more and more tired and Dan, with his coffee and cake finished was still just casually sitting there opposite her, almost, thought his openly yawning aunt, as if he were studying her. 

        “Oh Dear, what must you think of me Dan, yawning like this, perhaps you should go home now and I’ll go upstairs for a nap.” But to Victoria’s puzzlement her nephew simply ignored her and continued to sit there watching her and now his face seemed blurry to Victoria who was having great difficulty in keeping her eyes open. 

        From his chair Dan gazed across at his aunt’s vain attempts to remain awake and just as Sean had assured him the powerful and very illegal mind control drug had taken effect after a few minutes. Soon his Aunt Victoria Preston would be fast asleep.

Sean had said she should be left for at least ten minutes and then Dan should gently shake his aunt and tell her to wake up. This she should do and all her faculties would return, except that is, for her mind, which would now respond positively to any suggestion made to her. This condition would last for at least a couple of hours before a deep sleep would overtake Victoria, who upon waking with one hell of a headache would remember only the last words she were told.

        So after waiting the requisite amount of time and to satisfy himself his aunt was now fast asleep Dan rose from his chair and leaned over Victoria and lifted the hem of her pink summer dress. “Beautiful”, Dan said to himself on seeing his aunt’s pink garter belt, light tan stockings and tiny panties. Taking his “sports bag” Dan then went upstairs to check his aunt’s bedroom again for the previous week he had let himself into her house after watching his aunt go off on her lunch date and then proceed to make a leisurely inspection and inventory of all Victoria’s lingerie and racier outer clothing .On this occasion though Dan began setting up DVD recording equipment around the bedroom as well as laying out all the bondage gear such as cuffs, rope and gags together with a few canes and whips previously hidden in his ‘Sports bag’

       Once downstairs again Dan checked on his aunt to see she was breathing as one would when asleep. A check on his watch told him it had now been twenty minutes since she first appeared to be asleep and taking his cell phone Dan punched in Sean’s number, let it ring three times and then hung up.

        “Auntie Victoria, Auntie Victoria” said Dan, gently shaking his aunt, his pulse racing.

        Slowly, Dan’s aunt gradually opened her eyes and looked up to her nephew with dilated pupils. ”Oh, Dan you are still here, I’m afraid I must have nodded off,” said Victoria drowsily.

        “Yes Auntie, you did, tell me Auntie, but I want you to stand up now.” 

        “Ok Dan,” a little shakily his aunt rose from her chair and swaying slightly adopted a standing position, 

        “That’s good Auntie now, there’s someone at the door who wants to meet you but first I want you to take off your dress Auntie Victoria, do you understand?” 

        “Yes Dan, I understand,” replied Dan’s aunt groggily before to the amazement of her nephew, reaching behind her back and with her movements matching her drowsy voice, slowly unzipped her light summer dress. Eventually the garment slipped off of her shoulders allowing the dress to fall into a pool around her ankles, leaving the mature beauty standing before her incredulous nephew wearing no more than her pink bra & panties together with a matching garter belt and tan stockings.

        Beaming with elated amusement Dan then said, “My friend is waiting for you to let him in Auntie Victoria. Go and open the kitchen door for him.” Before, swaying almost drunkenly and with only the slightest hesitation his Aunt Victoria made her unsteady way out of the lounge and toward the kitchen

        “And be certain to wiggle your great ass when you walk Auntie.”

        Amazingly Victoria once more obeyed him immediately and Dan blissfully followed his semi naked aunt, wiggling and swaying her bottom, make her way into the kitchen and then across to the glass door, where the clearly visible Sean stood waiting,  his eyes feasting upon in the superb voluptuous semi naked figure of the raven haired Victoria Preston, Sean Brady beamed in delight for although unlike Catherine, Vicky was dark haired both sisters shared a mutual, mature beauty in both face and figure.

In truth Sean had been rather apprehensive as to the validity of the drugs effectiveness, hence his getting Dan to administer it to his aunt and although as of yet unaware of the identity of its recipient the powerful mind control  drug Tony had rather reluctantly provided for him seemed to be working perfectly and upon seeing Dan’s gorgeous aunt, standing there, in the doorway, wearing only her pink lingerie with her nephew standing happily behind her Sean’s earlier apprehension quickly evaporated. Time, now, thought Sean, for a little fun before the serious stuff began.

        “Hello,” said Sean, “who are you?”

        “My name is Mrs. Victoria Preston.”

        “Good, you are now my property and you will call me Sir, tell me you understand that” 

        “Yes Sir, I understand I am your property Sir.”

“You are a very a good girl now show us to your bedroom Mrs. Preston         .

        “Yes Sir, please follow me,” replied the drugged Victoria Preston before leading the smiling youths, their eyes glued to Victoria’s shapely swaying bottom, up the stairs and into her bedroom where Sean observed, Dan had already laid out the toys and bondage gear he intended to use on Dan’s aunt. 

        “This is a very nice bedroom but now I want you to Take off your bra and hold your tits toward me with your hands Victoria.”

        “Yes Sir.” Replied the slightly swaying raven haired beauty before Once again obeyed the instruction given her by reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra and dropping the garment to the floor before, still Then swaying slightly, Victoria held her each hand under her breasts, proffering them toward a delighted Sean, carefully not using the flash mode as Tony had told him it could startle Victoria back to reality, wasted no time in capturing Victoria’s compliance with his digital camera.

“That’s great, you really are being a very good girl Mrs. Preston but now I want you too place your arms under both you tits, step out of your thong and pass it to me Victoria.”

        “Yes Sir,” Victoria, almost stumbling, managed to remove her thong and with an almost drunken smile passed the tiny pink garment to Sean, leaving the mature beauty standing naked aside from her pink garter belt and stockings whilst he perused the rather sorry amount of pubic hair covering her mound.

“You really are being a very good girl and now I want you to crawl around the room on your hand and knees Vicky, then reach behind you and spread your ass cheeks wide apart so that wyes e can have a really good look at that little Asshole you are hiding…….Do you wash it well Vicky”

“Yes Sir…Always”

“Good girl, now get on your hands and knees Vicky”  After capturing her gorgeously swaying ass on Camera whilst she crawled around her bedroom Sean and Dan were soon doing the same as, with her nose now pressed into the thick carpet, Vicky’s fingers spreading her firm buttocks until her little button Anus was in full view to both youths.

  

After this Sean then placed the almost naked Victoria in sets of padded wrist and ankle cuffs, a wide padded leather collar complete with dog lead and a white crotch rope. He had a thick piece of cord circling Victoria’s waist and tied off at the front before being passed between her legs, cunt lips and buttocks. This ‘crotch rope’ was then tied off again at the waist before Sean then took a deep red lipstick and across Victoria’s breasts had written.” I am a Fucktoy.”

        The total effect had been stunning and Victoria, having been made to place her hands upon her head, had smiled lazily while Sean had taken photo after close up photo of Victoria. He made sure he took plenty of good close ups of her face and breasts as she swayed groggily. 

As the gorgeous Victoria Preston uncomplainingly allowed herself to be placed in all manner of bondage and performing sex acts upon both Dan and himself Sean eventually had at least a good hours worth of DVD cam film and digi photos. The after having removed the bondage toys and wearing only her garter and stockings Victoria was placed on her knees before her nephew and with Sean’s prompting Vicky removed Dan’s his trousers and boxers and kneeling before him she was very soon lovingly sucking Dan’s throbbing cock whilst simultaneously toying with his balls. 

        The idea of Victoria sucking off Dan’s cock had been his own for after thinking it over Sean decided that DVD evidence of this act would be the absolute clincher for him, that he could use it when he was ready to begin the enjoyable task of reducing Catherine Dixon’s beautiful sister from a confident woman about town to, just like Catherine, his own personal fucktoy, perhaps even eventually kneeling naked, bound and gagged, alongside her sister, before him, Sean Brady, their Master!

        All of his had been manna from heaven for Dan and even If Sean would not allow him to fuck his Mother then at least he would have the satisfaction of having her sister suck him off! There would, Sean had told Dan, be no fucking of Victoria today either, that would be saved for another time when Victoria was totally aware of what was happening to her and so continuing to take the damning evidence at every possible angle  and with his own cock straining against his trousers, Sean decided he would be next!      Then Sean’s attention was diverted back to Dan, who, remembering a scene from one of his bondage books was telling Victoria, “I’m going to come in your mouth in a minute Auntie Victoria and when I do you must not swallow my stuff you will keep it in your mouth and show me when I tell you to, understand Auntie?”

        Feverishly sucking on her nephew’s cock Dan’s raven haired aunt nodded her understanding just before Dan began a groan of pleasure at his fast approaching orgasm. His whole body then seemed to stiffen as he closed his eyes and telling his aunt she was not to swallow Dan drew his cock back until it rested upon his aunt’s lips and began pumping his hot salty seed into her ostensibly willing mouth and for her part Victoria was indeed obeying her nephew in not swallowing but keeping his juices in her mouth. Dan was astounded at just how skilful his aunt was at cock sucking and was determined this would not be the last time Victoria would do this for him. Eventually he withdrew his spent cock from between his aunt’s lips and Sean then took over from there. 

        “Okay Victoria, you can look up at the camera and smile now, but don’t swallow.”

        Yet again the drugged mature beauty obeyed instantly and looked smilingly up at Sean’s camera while he clicked away.

        “That’s it Victoria, now keep smiling, open your mouth and push out your tongue.”

        Once again Victoria obeyed, the result being the ostensibly happy mature beauty, kneeling naked before her nephew and smiling away before opening her mouth to push out her tongue and send a huge creamy mass of Dan’s juices out over her lips and down her chin to drip onto her breasts.

        “That’s good Victoria, now collect the stuff on your tits and chin with your fingers and then lick them clean then I want you read the words on this card.

Sean was astonished by the eroticism the naked Victoria Preston radiated as she collected Dan’s sperm on her fingers before slowly and deliberately, sucking the mess from each finger before licking them clean and then reciting the words of the large piece of card Dan was now holding before her.

“Hello…my name is Vicky and I really love cleaning every last bit of sperm from a cock I have been sucking…..maybe you want me to do the same for you…..well don’t just think about it I’m ready and waiting for your cock so all you have to do is call this number…………………..”

       As Victoria Preston continued her recital the whole erotic scenario was of course captured on DVD and digital photos.

After all the still photos and filming had been edited they would then be posted on the New pay per view Web domain Sean had already set up A few pics and a short film would also be posted to Vicky and after spelling out to her just how much trouble she was now in Sean was certain Victoria Preston would soon joining his own fledgling “stable” of slaves.

So why not enjoy some of the raven haired beauties charm and skills right now. Catherine could wait until tomorrow for a visit thought Sean. Then taking his huge erection from within his trousers then telling the seemingly only too willing Victoria Preston to crawl over and do exactly the same to his own cock!   

Chapter Three:  That very same Day:

After the weekend her husband had again left on his travels and with Catherine more convinced than ever he was seeing another woman she was soon desperate to hear from her young Master Sean and carried the cell phone with her everywhere in and out of the house, but by the Tuesday she had still not heard from Sean and finally decided to end her frustration by going on an afternoon shopping therapy trip.

        True to her Master’s instructions Catherine stripped  from her white bra and pants along with her tee shirt and jeans before taking a shower and replacing them with her familiar and now meaningful powder blue lingerie set of bra, thong, stockings and garter belt before choosing a short red skirt and black top. A further fifteen minutes were spent before the mirror ensuring her hair  and makeup were perfect and then Catherine was ready for her therapeutic shopping expedition………………………………………………….

        Very impressed with the smart neighbourhood, Kevin drove slowly past the address given him by Tony before parking his battered old car down the road a little way from Catherine’s Dixon’s large house. Kevin could still hardly believe it when Tony had called him into his office and told him exactly what he wanted him to do. Kevin had previously thought his Boss and Sean were a bit too close for his liking but now listened with growing excitement, hardly able to believe his ears as Tony gave him his instructions.

        It didn’t matter one little bit to Kevin that Sean were to know nothing of his visit to his so called “slave.” Indeed, after Tony had completed his instructions to Kevin he was happy in the knowledge knowing he would be “getting one over” that flash bastard Sean and with Tony’s blessing and so the spotty young lad excitedly told Tony he would carry them out to the letter

        “This,” decided Kevin “is going to be fun!” 

Unusually for the time of day Catherine heard the times of the doorbell and, still coming to terms with her new code of dress, she tugged her short skirt downward before chiding herself for doing so when remembering that when her wearing her skirts shorter along with a thin semi transparent blouse her embarrassment was usually tempered by her pride in the admiring looks she seemed to attract from both men and boys these days.,

        “Hi there Mrs. Dixon it makes a change to see you with your clothes on, I think I preferred you when you are naked though!”

      Completely stunned to see the sneering face of Kevin staring at her from the doorway and cursing her stupidity at not checking through the spy eye in the door when the doorbell first rang Catherine’s instinct was to slam the front door closed again, only to find that Kevin had already placed one of his “doc martens” beside the door.

        “I ...you really shouldn’t be here Kevin, how did you get this address?” asked the very nervous blonde housewife of her unwanted visitor, while simultaneously attempting to close the door on him.

        Ignoring Catherine’s tentative question Kevin easily pushed open the heavy door and strode right past Catherine and on into the house. Unused to such surroundings, Kevin’s impressed young eyes took in the expensive furnishings and carpets of the Dixon household and turning back toward the clearly anxious Catherine, who had remained by the open front door, told her.” Wow, this is some place you have here Mrs. Dixon...for a sex slave, now close the door and get in here”!

        Upon hearing Kevin’s words Catherine, felt not only unsettled but also hugely discomfited to hear this horribly youth referring to her as a “sex slave”. And suddenly the dreadful half forgotten ghastly memory of actually having to “practice” her cock sucking skills upon Kevin’s repulsive cock came flooding back to her.

        “Please...Kevin, I think it best you go now, my son will be home soon, it’s best you’re not here when he returns,” Even to Catherine though, her words came out sounding more like a plea to Kevin who was not slow in taking this up with Catherine for in fact Kevin knew otherwise for Tony had told him that on this particular Tuesday afternoon, both Sean and Dan would be engaged “elsewhere.”

        “Pleeeeeeeeeese Kevin!,” he replied, mocking Catherine in a childlike voice before, turning quickly, he pulled a startled Catherine to one side and slammed shut the front door before, well aware of the danger she was obviously facing and determined to get out of the house Catherine darted as fast as she could from the hallway toward the kitchen only for Kevin, showing remarkable speed, quickly followed Catherine and grabbed her hair by the pony tail she had earlier fashioned, bringing the beautiful blonde mother to an abrupt screaming halt just inside her kitchen.

Then with his strong grip on her hair Catherine found herself being forced back toward Kevin before stumbling and fighting to maintain her balance she was then dragged backward,, until Eventually Kevin had forced the terrified Catherine into the lounge, there to throw her unceremoniously, face first, onto the large sofa where, with her body sprawled across the soft leather, a petrified Catherine turned her head just as Kevin began removing his wide leather belt.

        “Ok, Mrs. Dixon, you’re about to find out who the real boss is around here!”

        Not giving Catherine the opportunity to scramble away from him Kevin placed a strong young hand onto the middle of her back, pinning the now pleading the protesting housewife to the sofa before, with the belt in his other hand Kevin pulled Catherine’s short red skirt up her kicking legs and over her bottom until it gathered about her waist before jerking her panties down her legs and unceremoniously shoving two fingers between the very dismayed blonde beauties cunt lips. Oh Yeh……I reckon your about ready for me you posh bitch!”

        There was no finesse about Kevin and Catherine was very soon screaming in agony as the youth delivered an awesome “thwack” of his leather belt upon her very exposed buttocks. Kevin was able to hold her even though it was taking most of his strength to control Catherine’s mad squirming and attempts to escape. Then another blow from the heavy belt and this time Catherine’s screams were so loud even Kevin wondered if he had gone too far, but what the hell he thought and gave the screaming blonde housewife another, this one just below her buttocks on the back of Catherine’s thighs.

        After Catherine’s screams gradually reduced to moans of pain the net result of that blow was for Catherine to beg Kevin for mercy.

” Please...oh God...no more...please no more...I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you tell me...but God, please don’t hit me again...I beg you! Pleeeeese...no more!”

        It was music to Kevin’s ears, just what he had wanted for he now had complete control of the beautiful blonde mother, and that prick Sean, knew nothing about it!. Kevin intended it should stay that way so an advance warning to Catherine was in order.

”Okay then Mrs. Dixon but the first time you don’t do as you’re told. Or if you get to thinking of telling anyone about this, this is what you get!”  And using all of his strength Kevin mercilessly bought his belt down upon Catherine’s buttocks once again, this time, as Catherine’s screams would testify, harder than ever.

        “You understand me, you fucking posh bitch?”

        “Oh God, yes, I understand, I’ll never say a thing. I won’t tell a soul but please, no more, I can’t take any more Kevin, please don’t hit me again,” sobbed the terrified Catherine, her pain filled buttocks burning and throbbing.

        “That’s better Mrs. Dixon, you’re mine now, get used to the idea…. Now get your lazy ass up from there and go get me a coke then you can fucking well show me your bedroom, cause you’re goanna give me an even better head job than last time!” ………………………….

        “Now let’s see if you really meant with that little speech downstairs,” said Kevin as his hands flexed his leather belt whilst sprawling contentedly upon Catherine’s bed. For her part Catherine had already followed Kevin’s instruction to stand, hands upon her head, at the foot of her bed. “So, Mrs. Dixon, when I start to play this CD here, you are going to dance a nice strip tease for me, nice and slow. You will take off everything and then you will crawl on the bed and show me just how good a fuck you are, you understand me bitch?”

Eying the terrible leather belt that had a few minutes ago given her so much unbearable pain,        Catherine could only nod her head in miserable acceptance of Kevin’s demands whilst hoping against hope that either Sean or Dan would arrive and save her from this horrible brute of a boy, unaware of course that at that very moment, her very own sister was in the process of performing drug induced acts of sexual degradation for both of them.

  As he lay gloating and part naked upon Catherine’s bed Kevin pressed the play button on a portable CD player and then looked on in euphoric delight as with very despondent slow movements  his very own private dancer began dancing to ‘the stripper’ music coming from the CD player.

Kevin had wondered if his pleasure might be rudely interrupted by Catherine’s pervert son but then he new that his pal, sitting outside in the car, would look after him there, especially after the promise of his own fun with Dan’s mother at a later date and so quickly dismissed these fears,  All the more so when, unnerved by Kevin’s flexing of the leather belt and of course completely unaware  both she and Kevin were being recorded be the Spy Cam activated by their presence in Catherine’s bedroom, his very own private dancer began slowly unbuttoning her sheer transparent sheer black blouse…………………………

  Chapter Four: 

     A few hours later and while still on a high still on a high from the afternoon’s events at his Auntie Victoria’s house Dan opened the front door and shouted out to his mother that he was home. His mother’s reply came from the bathroom and so Dan, shrugging his shoulders, carried on up to his room after thinking He may as well have a look and see what his Mother had been up to that afternoon. As he did so Dan was recalling in his mind how, when Sean had decided he had enough pictures and film of his Aunt Victoria, Dan had then told her to wash her face and breasts before getting dressed and to then go back downstairs.

        They had done so just in time for just as Victoria had settled into her chair she gave a huge yawn and so Dan had told Victoria she was obviously very tired and would now leave her to sleep, and thanked her for the coffee, hoping that Tony was correct and that all Victoria would remember would be Dan thanking her for the coffee, despite the taste of Dan’s and Sean’s come juices in her mouth! 

        Dan delighted in taking every opportunity to check the recordings made of his mother by the spy cams in her bathroom and bedroom and after activating the recording he glanced casually at the screen to see the usual stuff, his mother dressing and tidying her bedroom came up before Dan then fast forwarded to the next section to watch his mother changing from her “home” clothing into the powder blue lingerie, red skirt and black transparent  top, Sean had stated she was to wear on that particular day.

        Seeing his mother dressing like this, under orders from Sean, always gave Dan a good hard on and today was no exception for Dan could never get over just how sexy he found his Mother, despite having shot his wad into his Aunt Victoria’s willing mouth only a couple of hours ago. Thinking his Mother must have then gone shopping Dan casually pressed the button forwarding the recording to the next section and was suddenly astounded at the sight of his Mother leading none other than that nasty piece of work Kevin into her bedroom!

        Dan could hardly believe his eyes, surely his Mother would never even dream of inviting Kevin into her home, let alone her bedroom! It was only when Dan pressed the “zoom” device to get his mother in close up did he realize there were tears in the corner of her eyes and that she appeared to be in obvious distress.

Not so Kevin who, smirking evilly, was sat upon his Mother’s bed while she herself took up hands on head position at the end of her bed and as whilst Catherine displayed a look of pure terror Kevin stripped from his clothes before lying back on his mother’s bed, playing with his huge erect cock as his Mother began a slow dance while unbuttoning her blouse.

        Dan looked on while his mother completed a slow dancing striptease at the foot of her bed until she was naked save for her blue garter belt and black stockings and was astounded to suddenly realize his own cock was growing ever harder to the scenario being played out on the screen before him. Then even more so when his Mother eventually climbed upon her bed between Kevin’s knees to begin the task of sucking his throbbing cock.

        After A few minutes of this cock sucking, ball kissing and general hand caressing Dan was thunderstruck to witness his horrified Mother, at Kevin’s prompting, moving her body upward until she lay on top of him, Her face over his and giving Kevin what would be, to any casual observer at least, a passionate tongue in the mouth kiss whilst At the same time Kevin’s arms encircled her body before suddenly, Dan’s Mother jerked her head upward to make a frantic but futile attempt to escape from this position.

        Dan realized then that Kevin’s cock must have been attempting to enter his Mother and that now it had actually done so. This was soon born out when Kevin with his hands gripping the back her thighs, cruelly pulled Catherine up and toward him until eventually she sat kneeling on Kevin’s erection with her legs clearly  either side of his.

By now it became quite clear to Dan that Kevin was now actually fucking his Mother as, with one hand then gripping her hair to keep her upright on top of him Kevin began to slowly pump up and down inside Dan’s distressed but by now compliant Mother whilst with his other hand cruelly squeezed, rubbed and tormented Catherine’s breasts and nipples before now and again he pulling her down to him once again and pushing his tongue deep into Catherine’s mouth.

        Even though he knew he should feel ashamed and guilty Dan could not help but feverishly stroke his own throbbing cock as he watched Kevin’s all to obvious rape of his mother and was even more turned on when Kevin decided to take her “doggy style”, and kneeling at the end of the bed forced Catherine back up on to him before adding insult to her obvious humiliation when making her reach behind to take his cock in her hand and guide it into her cunt herself!

        Seeing the anguish upon his Mother’s clearly terrified face as Kevin brutally fucked her from the rear Dan wondered how on earth Kevin had managed to get his mother into such a position. Certainly neither Sean nor Tony had given him any indication that Kevin would be part of his Mother’s “training”. Indeed only the other day Sean had told Dan how much he detested the slimy, dirty, rat faced Kevin and that the feeling was mutual, but on the monitor a grimacing Kevin was clearly ready to shoot his wad into his Mother and Dan looked on in part horror, part excited anticipation as Kevin, gripping firmly onto Catherine’s hips, plunged ever deeper into his Mother, his face triumphant as he begin dumping his load into her.

        As he watched the grinning Kevin pushing his Mothers face down onto her bed Dan’s first impulse had been to pick up his cell phone and scroll Sean’s number to tell him what he was witnessing.

Before he could though Dan’s attention was drawn back to the monitor where Kevin was now beating his terrified naked Mother with his belt and then gripping her by her long hair as she tried to crawl away from Kevin and yet again Dan was left wondering why his cock was throbbing so violently to the scenes on the monitor and sudden indecision came over Dan as he watched his tearful Mother obviously pleading to Kevin for mercy, for An idea suddenly had come to him and he put the cell phone to one side. Emboldened by the seemingly easily task of subduing and orally fucking his Mother’s sister Dan suddenly realised he had now been given a improbable opportunity to have some fun for himself now, just for him and nobody but his Mother and himself need be any the wiser…………………………………

       Later, in her bath a disconsolate dejected and tearful Catherine tried to wash and soothe away the terrible pain Kevin had so ruthlessly inflicted upon her. Nothing though would ever soothe away the sickness she felt every time she recalled how he had so cruelly forced her to fuck him, Telling her it could not be rape if she herself had guided his cock into her cunt! Much, much worse though was Catherine’s terrible recollection of how she had herself had an orgasm just as Kevin was shooting his seed into her!

        Taking another huge drink from the brandy glass beside her bath Catherine felt the liquid burning her throat as she tried to hold back more tears. She had to ask herself how on earth she had gotten into this mess, going from the admittedly bored housewife of a few weeks ago to now being abused by seemingly anyone who knew the secret of her new double life. What had begun as a game for Catherine that had evolved into exciting, cunt throbbing slavery with Sean had now become something much, much more dangerous for her. After having beaten her again after spurting his awful seed inside her cunt Kevin  had then told a horrified Catherine that, if she breathed a word of what had happened to Sean he would return with a gang of his friends who would beat and gang rape her in front of her son Dan!

        Aware that Dan was now home and in the house Catherine sobbed silently, trying to come to terms with the knowledge that she was irredeemably trapped, Her only option, she decided, was to ensure Kevin was kept as far away from herself from as possible and The only person Catherine could think of who could help her do that could be Tony. Yes, decided Catherine, she would just have to go and explain everything to Tony, he would help her. Catherine was sure of it 

        Chapter Five:

After suffering two days of headaches and nausea and finally feeling better Victoria Preston drew her white silk negligee around her otherwise naked body and made her way downstairs after hearing the post drop through her letterbox. Boy had she felt bad! feeling like death, most of the past two days she had spent in bed,.

After having woken from a deep sleep in her lounge chair All Victoria could recall about that day was her nausea and an awful sticky taste in her mouth. She could just about recall her nephew Dan thanking her for the coffee and that he was going because she was looking very tired. Why her sister’s son had been in her house in the first place, Victoria was unable to recall. Prior to that Victoria could remember only her lunch date with her friends and of having a couple of glasses of wine with her meal and could only assume it must have been something she had eaten that had made her feel so bad for the past couple of days. Now that she was feeling better she would telephone the restaurant and complain to them, if nothing else she was certain to be given a voucher for a freebie next time.

        Sorting through her post Victoria discarded the usual junk mail and put the bills to one side. They could wait for another time before she opened them. All that was left was a rather intriguing, cardboard backed, buff coloured A4 envelope, sealed with clear tape it was addressed to her and marked “Photos, do not Bend.”

        With this envelope in hand Victoria then made her way into the kitchen and after placing the envelope on a work surface, took a sharp knife, slitting the taped seal. Taking the 8 x 4 photos from the envelope she realised they were at first blank side up. Only when she turned the photos over did Victoria drop them onto the work surface as though she had been holding two hot bricks. ”Oh my God, what the hell... How…..what the... hell!”, before Victoria’s stunned disbelieving eyes on the Kitchen work surface lay two close up photos of herself.

        One featured the bewildered Victoria in her own bedroom smiling lazily and naked save for stockings and suspenders but  to her horror she also  wore thick padded leather wrist cuffs clipped together plus  a  leather collar and lead A crotch rope had been tied between her naked cunt lips and Victoria’s hands were  linked together upon her head whilst across her breasts, the words, written in red lipstick, “I am a Fucktoy” were clearly visible and Someone, it was clear, was holding up the dog lead clipped to her collar to ensure all these words were clearly legible.

      Perhaps Worse for Victoria was the second close up 8 x 4 photo for Although now unencumbered by the cuffs and collar she was none the less still naked, Sideways on, with her heavy breasts and large nipples almost in profile, her tongue probed out from between her lips in an almost bucket manner, collecting a huge amount of sperm from just beneath the deep red plum like head of a very large very erect penis as her eyes seemed to gaze up adoringly up towards its owner.

    To Victoria the effect upon viewing the photos was as of course as intended, quite simply devastating. Her hands began shaking and she was having difficulty controlling her breathing such was the force of her heart hammering against the walls of her chest. Frantically Victoria searched the large buff envelope for an accompanying letter or note. Some sign at least as to who may be responsible for this nightmarish situation. There were none but Vicky did find something she had missed when opening the envelope, two tiny sheer lace  thongs, one green one black and similar to her own sexy garments she kept for those ‘special nights’. Then it suddenly occurred to Vicky these intimate garments were a little to similar o her own and after rushing upstairs a search through her ‘special’ lingerie drawer confirmed her worst suspicions, that her most sexy intimate garments had been stolen from that very drawer and had now been returned to her……………………why?

        Almost as if they were hot ashes Victoria again picked up and viewed both photos for some sign as to when these abhorrent images were taken. Again nothing but they had obviously been taken in her own bedroom for in both photos she wore her pink garter belt and although Victoria had to admit it was her favourite and wore the item on a regular basis there was no doubting this terrible act had been committed was in what she had always considered to be the sanctuary of her own bedroom

       The dumfounded Victoria knew she would never have submitted herself to such degradation and franticly searched the recesses of her bewildered mind for some clue as to how this outrage could have happened. In the event She could recall only one male presence in her house of late, but that had been her sister’s son Dan and whilst having always come across to her a being a little weird Victoria thought he was far to young and immature and could not have possibly been responsible for this outrage. After all, had she not recalled Dan leaving her to sleep off a bad headache and stomach a couple of days ago?

        So began Victoria Preston’s nagging, worrying wait until, she soon realized, she would almost certainly receive more  of this filth before the perpetrator revealed his or, even her, self

.”When he or she does surface,” Victoria assured herself, “they will very much regret tangling with me.” But the reality was, she knew, she was at that moment, a nervous, terrified wreck and that her first impulse, that of calling the police, had subsided as soon as she contemplated the ramifications of the unending shame and humiliation she would suffer should others view this filth……………………………

Chapter six:

        Almost At the same time Catherine Dixon was sat opposite her son Dan at the breakfast table trying hard to get a grip on her own tormented fears. As Sean had told her he would be away for a few days or so she had decided it would be safe for her to visit Tony and ask him to take her under his protection and save her from Kevin without Sean becoming involved an undertaking Catherine had mulled over for the past two nights. Later, when Dan had left for the college he now attended, she would change from the jeans and shirt she wore now into the required “slave” clothing and visit Tony in his office. In effect Catherine planned to throw herself at Tony’s mercy and beg him to help her rid herself from the appalling attentions of Kevin.

        “You’re quiet today Mum,” came Dan’s voice, breaking Catherine from her introspection.

Knowing she had to put a brave face on her predicament Catherine replied said, “Oh, I’m sorry Dan, I was just thinking of the groceries I need to buy today. Dan’s reply though hit Catherine like a sledgehammer.

        “Mum, what was that smelly tosspot Kevin Smith doing here on Tuesday?”

        “Kevin Smith?” replied Catherine in askance before, aware that her face was reddening by the second replied, “Oh, you mean the young lad who knocked at the door trying to sell me some cleaning materials, I sent him away quickly Dan, I really didn’t like the look of him.”

        Dan had rehearsed this scene in his mind many times in his mind and seeing his Mother was now blushing furiously he went in for the kill.

        “Well, when I came home I saw him leaving, but Brian from down the road said he was walking past our house at 2 o’clock and that you had let him through the door. You see, Brian should know, Mum because Kevin was excluded from school when he was in Brian’s class!” That was a lie, but Dan knew his mother could not dispute it.   

   Desperately trying to think of an answer, all Catherine could say was, “Look, this boy, this Kevin, he was in the house Dan, but I don’t have to explain to you every time I let a doorstep seller into our house.

        “No Mum, you don’t have to explain to me, but two hours? You tell me you sent him away, when you really let him into the house so it seems to me you are hiding something mother and Sean, what about him? I’m sure I heard both your voices in your bedroom last week; perhaps I should ask Dad about him and Kevin. I’m sure he would love to know what’s going on, or maybe I will just talk to Sean about what he and Kevin were doing. Whatever, Mum I really should punish you for being evasive toward me!”

        At that point Catherine could only laugh aloud, “Punish me? You can’t punish your own mother Dan, don’t be so silly!”

        “Okay Mum, have it your way, I’ll ring Sean today, and ask him if he knows what this Kevin thing was all about,” replied Dan rising from his seat.

Catherine was horrified by both the very idea of being “punished” by her son but she was even more appalled by the notion of Dan not just talking to his Father but Sean discovering just what Kevin had done to her, something which could lead to any number of problems for both her and Dan,

        “Wait a minute Dan, sit down please.”

        Feigning reluctance Dan set himself down on the edge of his chair, his face a mask of studied indifference.

        Catherine had realized her situation was getting desperate and that she must at all costs keep Dan on her side.

“This is so silly Dan, we shouldn’t be arguing over such trivial matters like this….. Anyway...What...what did you mean about punishing me Dan, I mean… how,.. what would you do?

        “Spank you Mum…. I really should spank you for your attitude toward me!” Somehow Dan’s declaration was said with more authority than Dan had thought possible.

        Again although stunned at Dan’s harsh statement, Catherine attempted to diffuse the situation with humour.

        “Oh God, spank me...really Dan, I’m your Mother, not a naughty little girl,” she giggled and then standing up and turning away from Dan and placed her hands on the back of the kitchen chair, leaning over a little so that her Jean’s clad bottom was facing Dan .”Well, okay then let’s get it over with Dan, it’s very naughty and very wrong hut If it pleases you then you have my permission go ahead, but only a couple of times and not too hard please.”

        Hearing the scrapping of Dan’s chair as he stood up Catherine smiled in misunderstanding. Thinking she had managed at least to placate her son. Even if it did mean having to suffer the morally wrong consequence of having her own son spank her at least she would be fully dressed in jeans and tee shirt. But when nothing happened and Dan just stood there, Catherine’s soon realized her apparent victory over her son was to be short lived.

        “Oh no Mother, I set the rules and the rules are that tonight after your bath you will dress in the same clothes you wore on Tuesday. Then you come to my room for your spanking, only you must knock first Mother and be there at 7.30 sharp or I shall carry out my earlier threat.”

     With that, Dan walked from the kitchen, leaving his distraught mother with no further opportunity to either protest or argue with him.

Mechanically clearing the breakfast table Catherine knew that not only did she have to plan her visit to Tony and what she would wear, what she would say and how she must present herself before him but now also had the awful added burden of having to decide whether or not she should call Dan’s bluff. If indeed he was bluffing.

        What was the better option? Having to present herself before her own son in her sexy clothing and have him spank her. Or if he really meant it, having him not only tells her husband about her suspicious activates but also then Sean that he had seen Kevin visiting the house for over two hours. Having told her she would be gang raped and Dan beaten up if Sean were to hear of his visit to Catherine’s house the thought was too awful to even contemplate.

Having already raped her in all but name once already, Kevin would in all probability not hesitate to do so again and, as he had threatened, allow his friends to do the same to her. But if she were to submit to her son’s demands, would Dan then be satisfied. Catherine thought not, for once Dan realized his power over his mother, one spanking would undoubtedly lead to others in the future.

       So staring apprehensively out from her kitchen window Catherine pondered upon what had become of her previously well ordered, if somewhat dreary lifestyle. She was, she contemplated, rapidly sinking toward the very depths of a moral bankruptcy that started with complete failure to control her sexual desires toward her young Master, Sean. That good looking strong young man who at less than half her own age had somehow discovered her yearnings for sexual and mental domination.

        And Catherine was somewhat surprised to realize that as her new awakenings became stronger so her desire for sexual submission had become unrestricted to Sean alone. As gazed out at the trees and flowers in her well kept garden Catherine realised she had to acknowledge the shocking truth, that she was actually excited by the prospect of having to knock upon her son’s door at 7.30 that evening for a spanking.

        Lightened by the knowledge that at least one decision was now out of the way Catherine felt she could now concentrate upon her visit to Tony’s bookshop. She would still need his protection against Kevin even if Dan remained silent and Catherine fully understood that her complete submission toward would the price she had to pay for his silence.

        Catherine was snapped out of her deliberations by the ringing of the telephone, her sister Victoria’s number was flashing on the monitor. Catherine smiled to herself, normality at last! Ten minutes later though wondering what it was her normally ebullient sister was so concerned about a frowning Catherine replaced the handset.  Always the more dominant sister, Victoria had sounded nervous and edgy. She had questioned Catherine as to whether she was okay. Had anything strange happened of late, what about her husband, her daughter, what was Dan up to?. For a moment she wondered if her sister Vicky had discovered her secret, but  Vicky had always ‘taken the bull by the horns’ as far as personal questions were concerned and so realizing it was not she but her sister sounding nervous and agitated she quickly dismissed the idea.

So Catherine had replied to all these questions that, yes, we are all okay. Her husband was away as usual and her daughter Caroline was still at UNI of course…..and  after being somewhat surprised to be told by Victoria her son Dan had visited her couple of days ago, that informed her that Dan was now attending the local college.

        Whatever Victoria was concerned about though, remained a mystery to Catherine and would just have to wait and Smiling wickedly, Catherine wondered just what her sister’s reaction would have been had she told her exactly what had really happened herself of late

Chapter Seven::

        With a knowing nod of the head, Tony listened to Joan informing him that “Slave Catherine” was downstairs asking to see him.

        “Show her on up Joan and be sure to put on your best limping action,” replied a smiling Terry softly into the office phone... Just as he had planned the lovely middle aged blonde Catherine Dixon was downstairs and wanting to see him.

        Obviously Kevin had carried out his orders to the letter and made a good job of putting the frighteners on Catherine. For a moment or two Tony wondered if the boy had done more than force Catherine to suck his cock again, Tony had given Kevin specific instructions and if Kevin had indeed fucked Catherine Dixon Tony would have to give the boy a good hiding for his troubles, “after all” , thought Tony  “there is only one boss around here”

But even if Kevin had fucked Catherine it didn’t matter much to Tony, it might even be a good thing for it was essential for Catherine Dixon to get used to the idea that she would now be fucked by others on a regular basis and so she required “breaking in”, as part the plans Tony had for her. Plans that Sean would  have to accept as being the norm If he really did want to eventually take over the day to day running of Tony’s business interests, none the less it would be wise to have Catherine to continue thinking Sean was her loving “ Master & owner” while he, Tony, actually pulled her strings.

Moreover, having pretty well now completed his domination of Catherine, Sean was for the time being organising the subjugation her sister Victoria, the very idea of which would, if pulled off, be an amazing achievement earning the young man yet more respect from Tony who would then be able to boast to his ‘customers’ that he now had a pair of beautiful mature sisters on his books.  

   Meanwhile after she had been shown through the door by a limping Joan, Tony was highly impressed to see that Catherine had remembered her training when dropping to the floor on her knees and placing her hands upon her head before casting her eyes to the floor.

        “Master Tony, may I speak with you?” Catherine then said to Tony’s prompting.

Tony sat back, behind his desk into his huge leather chair, his eyes never leaving the beautiful sight Catherine presented for given her recent traumatic experience   Catherine’s deferential attitude toward him boded well and Tony was pleased to see she had also dressed in the correct manner by wearing in a rather alluring short red button down dress clichéd at the waist by a wide black patent leather belt.

But the, after following Tony’s instruction that she kneel upon the top of his desk and with her long blonde hair cascading beautifully around her well made up and still young looking face as she respectfully gazed downward the big man Tony convinced she appeared to be more and more beautiful every time he saw her. That at 42 years of age Catherine Dixon was an exquisite stunning beauty and felt could the stirrings of desire building in his own cock. That was quite a feat really when considering just how many beautiful women he came across in the course of pursuing his rather enjoyable vocation.

After what seemed a lifetime to Catherine, Tony, pleased to see the look of nervous anxiety on her face eventually replied.

        “You may do so shortly Catherine but before doing so you will tell me how your nipple ring is setting in, if there are any problems, the nipple will reject sometimes reject cheaper ones them but  good gold rings are usually okay” began Tony, pleased to see Catherine blushing at his words, the last thing he wanted was for her to become “case-hardened” it would ruin her naïve appeal to his “customers” and in doing so leave his plans for her in disarray.

        “Yes Master,” replied Catherine demurely, still blushing and unable to meet Tony’s stern eyes, “The pain soon went away… it’s really lovely, I like it a lot and I can turn it freely around...my... nipple.”

        “Good girl, you can show me later after you have told me what it is you came to see me about. Now look at me slave Catherine and tell me why it is I owe the pleasure of your company today.”

“I…………I need your help Master…………..its Kevin…..he came to my house…..he did things to me…terrible things Master……afterward he threatened me….he told me he could come to my house anytime he wanted to……..and do it again………. …..he terrifies me Master and I’m afraid for my family…so  I’m begging you Master….please stop him”

“I see….well you had best tell me everything that happened then Catherine….everything”

        So Catherine, with ever growing shame and embarrassment, recounted to Tony all that had happened on the previous Tuesday and starting her explanation with Kevin first barging into her house uninvited. Catherine then continued by telling Tony about the humiliating painful beating in her lounge and then on to how, when in her bedroom, she had been ordered to dance a strip tease for Kevin.

Such were her feelings of shame and humiliation that during the whole of this time Catherine was trying desperately to retain eye contact with Tony’s, admittedly, sympathetic eyes. But even so Catherine found herself leaving out the horrifying recollection of having to fuck Kevin and so concluded her narration by eventually telling Tony of her being ordered to climb upon her own bed to suck his cock.

    Although he had instigated Kevin’s attack upon Catherine for his own ends Tony’s his eyes had conveyed the right amount of anger and sympathy while listening to Catherine. “You poor thing Catherine, the belt must have been terribly painful for you,” he said after Catherine became silent.

        “Yes Master, it was terrible, more pain than I have ever known and I can still see the marks he left by juggling mirrors around, they are black and blue Master.”

        “I shall have to have a look at them shortly Catherine but now you must tell me if Kevin also fucked you”

        Having hoped to avoid that final shameful humiliating part of the events of Tuesday afternoon the mortified Catherine could only howl an indignant cry of, “MASTER!”

        “If you really want my help I need to know ALL of what happened on Tuesday so You must be totally honest with me Catherine,” replied Tony, more severe now and rather pleased to see tears appearing in her eyes.

        “Y...yes Master...,” there Catherine’s voice faltered and with Her tears now flowing freely she dabbed a napkin to her eyes.

        “Carry on then Catherine,” said Tony after allowing her a minute to compose herself.

        “He...Kevin, told me……….he told me to lie on top of him….and to kiss him on the mouth, it was horrible Master!”

        “Go on Catherine.”

        Almost at a whisper the tearful blonde mother managed to complete her narration, “Then he...he pulled me down...onto him...his, his thing slipped inside me Master…. After a while of this, Kevin took it out and stood at the end of the bed, telling me to back up to him on my knees...then...then I was told to...to hold his...his thing and, and to ...to put it inside me Master!”

        “And Did Kevin “cum” inside you Catherine?”

        “Yes Master,” Catherine admitted, tearfully and shamefaced.

        “And you Catherine did you “cum” as well? 

        “Master!... It was rape, Kevin raped me!”

        “Then why tell me?” go to the Police, Catherine”

        “You know I can’t do that Master.”

        “Then tell me the complete truth Catherine, as I told you before, I won’t help you otherwise, now tell me Catherine, all of it!”

Here it was, the one shameful episode Catherine had hoped against hope she would not be made to remind herself of….how could she ever bring herself recount such shameful things to the large intimidating man she now knelt before, that although she did indeed ‘cum’ with Kevin inside her it had by no means been the first time that afternoon…that she had experienced her first orgasm from almost the very moment Kevin had began his campaign of rape of terror against her.

That, even more than with Sean Brady, Kevin’s utter contempt of her and his o casual vicious and violent sexual brutality toward her had in fact forced Catherine to experience in real life all those terrible yet oh so exciting secret fantasies she had  lived with and masturbated to since she was a young adult. ………and that afterward, when Kevin had lain bedside her, so casually stroking her naked breasts and sperm encrusted cunt, she had accepted and smoked the spliff he passed between them unable to deny the truth of Kevin’s words when he put his lips to her ear. “Oh Yeh you posh little bitch, you sure enjoyed that …. Don’t try to deny it, we both know your cunt was hot and wet as soon as I touch you downstairs……..you loved every minute of it!”  

       So, tearfully, with her chest heaving and unable to meet Tony’s eyes Catherine summoned from somewhere, just enough courage to comply with his demand and tell him just part of her dreadful secret, “Yes Master...I...I...”Came” at the same time as...when I felt...Kevin...cum inside me.”

        Tony made the right noises of sympathy but was delighted by Catherine’s revelation, for he now knew two important things. Despite her demure middle class upbringing Catherine was a natural submissive whose body responded sexually to violent domination and even responded to rape in certain circumstances and although he had told Kevin he was not to fuck Catherine Dixon at least Tony had learned something from the boy’s insubordination. Also Catherine Dixon had actually enjoyed the humiliation of having to recount her recent encounter with Kevin and although not a betting man Tony was as certain as he could be that right now Catherine’s panties, if she wore any, were soaking wet with her own juices.

        Tony knew this combination could make him a great of money for unlike most of his models once Catherine Dixon  had been suitably “broken” and “trained”, money would not be the motivating factor in her acceptance of his customer’s demands upon her. Sure Catherine would be given some cash, plenty of it the first few times, more than enough to ensure that along with threats and occasional use violence, Tony had enough video and photographic evidence of her new career to keep in her line.

Catherine Dixon really was the ultimate ‘sex on legs’ and with her refined upbringing more than able to hold her own in any company, no matter how refined. So for Tony Catherine Dixon’s new career as a demure, well educated, very submissive and obedient middle class call girl was now assured and so Tony decided the time was now right to take things a stage further.

“You poor girl Catherine, I take it you wish me to punish Kevin for his brutality toward you.”

        Dabbing her tear stained eyes and seeing the compassion in Tony’s eyes,  Catherine took up the theme she had rehearsed on the way to Tony’s office.

        “Master….please… I’m begging that you keep Kevin away from me in future; however you have to do it but please do it without Sean knowing or Kevin suspecting that Sean may know about it. You see Kevin threatened me with gang rape if I told a soul about this so I am pleading with you to help me Master Tony because I’m terrified that if Sean did find out that I...I was, well, I put Kevin’s thing inside me….. I worry that he might disown me as his slave...when...when I have committed myself, everything, to him as my Master and owner”.

        “Yes, I can see your point Catherine; okay leave it to Master Tony. I shall take care of everything. You will stop worrying this minute Catherine. Kevin will never be bothering you again, now, remove your dress and bra so I can check on that bruising and your nipple ring.”

        Such was the power radiated by the confident and powerful figure before her Catherine did indeed cease to fret about her problems and still kneeling upon Tony’s desk, without hesitation she unbuttoned and removed her red dress and matching red bra for Catherine felt quite at ease with her nudity before Tony for at that moment huge waves of gratitude toward Tony were sweeping over her. Catherine would have done anything for him and to him.

        “Well Catherine that looks nasty to me, I shall have Joan rub some of her special cream into the bruises before you leave. Then they will vanish almost overnight.”

In fact upon seeing the dark red and black bruises Tony had been furious. He had told Kevin not to mark Catherine so that was two black marks against the boy who would now suffer for his foolishness!

So Tony was only to pleased that after posting the large envelope to Catherine’s sister Sean had gone away for a few days and in so doing had not visited Catherine and seen her bruising.

        What though Tony had also noticed was that Catherine’s tiny thong had ridden upward to leave her shaven pubic mound and cunt lips very much on display to him, Cunt lips which were coated and glistening with her own thick juices and it took only his fingertip lifting Catherine’s tiny gold nipple ring for the pulsing from her now so sensitive nipple to go straight down to set her cunt throbbing once more. Then for Tony to tell Catherine, “That’s really beautiful Catherine, but now, in return for the Kevin business I have a small favour to ask of you.”

        Such was her current sense of gratitude, contentment and growing pleasure Catherine could only reply, “Anything Master, you have been so good to me!”

        “Well it’s not much really Catherine; the fact is that along with a group of old friends I belong to a local current affairs discussion group and have a get together once a month at one of the members homes and it falls to me to provide refreshments this month, a few drinks and snacks, things like that.. Thing is Catherine our next meeting is on Tuesday evening and Joan usually does the honours as hostess for us by passing around drinks and snacks while the chaps debate current affairs. But I’m sure you saw her ankle Catherine and she can hardly walk, so perhaps you would be so kind as to take over that task for the evening. Can I count on you to help us out Catherine?”

        Throughout this time Tony had continued to toy with Catherine does nipple ring, knowing he was bringing the softly sighing beauty ever closer to orgasm for such was the pleasure she was really only taking in half of what Tony was telling her and her mind was in no condition to question any of it.

        “Yes Master Tony, of course, I shall be only too happy to help you...mmmmm that’s so good, don’t stop...but...what should I wear...Master.”

        “Keep it simple Catherine, Perhaps a  low cut little black dress, the sort of thing Joan usually wears, and black seamed stockings with matching garter belt…and oh yes, a least five inch heels Catherine.,” replied Tony, by now tweaking both of Catherine’s nipples.

        “Mmmmmmmm...oh God that’s so good Master,” Amazingly Catherine realized she was experiencing an orgasm just by having her pierced nipple toyed with.

        “No bra though Catherine lets give the old buffers a treat for a change...and just the tiniest black thong. 

In all probability there would have been a time when  Catherine had thought the mode of dress required of her was a little racy for a group of ‘old buffers’ a little odd but the fact was that these days she enjoyed wearing such clothes, the ‘racier’ the better in fact.

        “Yes Master...oh God, yes I shall remember all that Master...oh God Master, I’m coming...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

        Shortly after Tony had passed her a note giving her the date of her assignment whilst informing her Car would collect her from her house at 7.30 that evening Catherine had gone downstairs where Joan had applied the special ointment into her bruising.

With Catherine safely out of the way Tony then lifted a corner of carpet and unlocked a small safe built into the floor. From the safe he produced a leather notebook containing nicknames and pay as you go cell phone numbers of twenty or so very wealthy men and a few women, all of whom were very happy to part with large sums of money for the privilege of “breaking in” a naïve and sophisticated beauty such as Catherine Dixon for their own perverted pleasures.

. Knowing just that small gathering would net him at least five thousand pounds from the evening for a highly enjoyable session, Tony soon decided upon just three names for the get together and after picking up his own secret cell phone and knowing those he rang would not take much persuading Tony was soon busy punching in the numbers from his book.

Chapter eight:

        Taking another long pull on her second glass of white wine Catherine glanced nervously   at her bedside clock, 7.25. Dan, she knew, was in his room.

Catherine was of course oblivious to the fact Dan was in fact at that very moment looking straight at his mother through the spy cam as Catherine wondered if Dan were as nervous as herself. At least though she could now try to put the awful business with Kevin behind her. For she knew Tony would keep his promise to her and put a stop to any more visits from Kevin and The simple matter of handing around some drinks and snacks for his friends on Tuesday would give Catherine the opportunity of seeing Tony again.

Oh, how she had longed for Tony to fuck her while bringing her to orgasm through her nipples. ‘God, what on earth am becoming. Surely I should have been thinking of my Master Sean! Why can’t I control my desires any longer?’  Mused Catherine after talking a larger sip of wine before        Yet again checking her appearance in the mirror

Catherine was certain Dan would be more than happy to see his Mother in the short red skirt and sheer black blouse she had worn last Tuesday. For a moment though Catherine wondered why she had bothered with the powder blue lingerie, after all, Dan could not have known this was the set she had worn on the previous Tuesday. Even if he did Dan would hardly be looking at them tonight! “I shall tell Dan I am only allowing this to happen just the once, and only to keep the peace between us,” decided Catherine.

Another glance at the clock told her it was now 7.29 and Catherine apprehensively made her way to her bedroom door before slowly, pacing each step; made her way along the landing until she stood outside Dan’s bedroom.

       Already knowing his Mother had left her bedroom, an equally nervous Dan fought to control his mounting excitement. His fantasy was about to be realized, he was going to spank his own dressed to thrill Mother. After switching off the spy cam monitor Dan then turned his bedroom light dimmer up a little to ensure he had a good view of his Mother’s clothing. Such had been Dan’s level of excitement he had already masturbated three times earlier after thinking it a good idea to do so for then he would then have more chance of controlling himself with his Mother in his room.

The knock, when came, was very soft, timid even, but Dan’s heart hammered in his chest, she was here!         “Come in Mother” Said Dan with all the authority his sixteen years could muster.

      After stepping slowly inside the bedroom Catherine saw that Dan was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at her in what appeared to be a mix of approval and nervy anticipation and even though she had planned what she would say to Dan, Catherine was for the moment lost for words and in the event All that she could do was whisper.” Hello Dan” as she watched him raking his eyes over every part of her body.

        “Hi Mum, I’m pleased you decided to come, and your wearing the clothes I wanted, you  look really great, replied Dan, his heart thumping against his chest.

        Finally Catherine managed to recount her earlier thoughts.

“Dan, you must understand, I’m only doing this to keep the peace between us. You should understand it’s wrong and immoral to even think of  you spanking me but Just this once I shall allow it and we can look upon it as our secret, as just a bit of fun between Mother and Son, nothing more. Now, I will bend over that chair just a little and then you can spank my backside a few times through my skirt Dan.”

        If Dan was disappointed he wasn’t showing it for his face took on an impassive stare that seemed to look right through Catherine and left his anxious Mother who had never before seen her Son look at her this way, having to look away from Dan’s eyes as began to recite the words he had fretted over all that day.

        “This morning I told you that I make the rules Mum. I decide on your punishment, not you. Now if you behave yourself and do as I say I may just overlook what you just said, that means you get on your knees and then lean over my lap, that’s how I am going to spank you.”

        Catherine was left speechless by Dan’s stipulations. Suddenly she realized that her suspicions Dan may know far more about her recent experiences that he was letting on Could well be correct and if that were true then Dan might have a far greater hold over her than she had thought and that for the time being at least it would be better to simply humour her son.

        “Okay then Dan, we’ll do it your way for now,” said Catherine.

Hoping to meet Dan at least halfway Catherine slowly dropped to her knees in front of her son and after a few anxious moments then draped her trembling body over her son’s lap until her breasts and stomach were quashed against Dan’s upper thighs and crotch area.

Staring apprehensively directly down to the carpet Catherine soon became fully aware that the hardness she felt against her body could only be Dan’s young cock pushing against her and was soon cursing her very unwise decision to wear a thong and not a set of pantyhose.

        Equally apprehensively Dan placed one hand upon Catherine’s upper back and used his other hand to push his Mother by the hip, eventually establishing her in a position upon his lap he felt best suited for her impending her spanking.

Unhurriedly and wanting to savour the moment, much to his Mother’s embarrassment, Dan began to pull the hem of her skirt steadily up her stocking clad thighs until his joyful eyes were glued to the tiny strip of  black elastic between her buttocks connecting the ponder blue material of the  thong barely covering his mother’s freshly shaven and glistening mound

. With Catherine faced down over her Dan’s lap and with one strong young hand upon her back holding her there she but could do little but protest to her son when she realised the fingers of other hand were actually pulling that thin strip of black elastic out from between her buttocks.

        “Please...no Dan! God, no, that’s wrong! You mustn’t do that Dan! No!...Dan! Stop that, Please Dan!”………………………………………………..

        Chapter nine:

Victoria Preston had been anxiously rushing to check the post every morning; certain she would find another large brown envelope awaiting her. With the  8 x 4 photos Having been sent to her with not the slightest explanation Victoria’s anxiety had only increased as they days went by and  so desperate  was she to discover just who had sent her those appalling photos  Vicky was almost willing the postman to drop another buff envelope through her letter box and put an end, for the time being at least, to her desperate search for answers as to  how on earth they had been taken,  why they had been taken and of course, just whom it was who had taken them.

      The DVD arrived in the post on the Monday morning.

After checking the post as usual Victoria saw there was no brown envelope awaiting her on Monday morning but her attention was immediately drawn to a smaller padded brown envelope, securely fastened with clear tape. Furiously Victoria tore at the wrapping and pulled a DVD case out of the envelope.

If she had been shocked on Thursday then on Monday Victoria was in a state of hysteria upon seeing the very well made, almost professional front and back DVD cover insert for printed across the Front cover of which, along with  A  picture of Victoria smiling at a camera with what could only be “male cum” Juices running from her lips   were emblazoned the title words of the DVD:

                                         Slave Vicky gets a Thrashing: Part One of Three

             A Film bought to you By Master Productions, Written for and Starring Victoria Preston.”

Screaming hysterically Victoria turned the case over to see another photo. On this one she was wearing sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, all connected by a thick chrome chain leading upward to where it was attached to a black leather collar and dog leash and With the leash being held by someone out of the shot, the otherwise naked Victoria knelt in profile on all fours whilst holding a thick bamboo cane between her lips!, after cursing and swearing Victoria was  almost hyperventilating, words no longer come from her mouth and after jumping up she only just made it to the bathroom before vomiting until her insides were drained.

       Minutes Later and although still in shock Victoria was at least calm enough to actually view the DVD and so, with large glass of brandy in hand, Victoria knelt before the huge TV dominating her lounge where with horrified tear filled eyes for the following ten minutes she viewed her large breasted naked body being whipped, spanked and toyed with by unknown hands whilst dressed in the leather restraints before eventually the movie showed her crawling across the her bedroom carpet and take between her lips a huge erect cock that then pushed its way down her throat until completely buried with the spluttering Victoria’s chin  pressed hard against the man’s balls………………………………… ……………………………. 

        Even by Tuesday Catherine still felt both the guilt and the joy of her experience upon the knees of her son Dan. Tonight, however, Catherine was determined she would put it at the back of her mind and enjoy the task of being Tony’s hostess for the evening. Fortunately Dan was out for the evening and Catherine was not expecting to hear from Sean until Wednesday so she knew she could prepare for this evening unhindered.

        Having recalled Tony’s recommendation as to how she should dress for the evening, Catherine had chosen her very best little black dress. With “little” being the correct description for the short slightly flared black chiffon with a daringly low cut bodice, supported by spaghetti thin straps over Catherine’s shoulders.

The little dress also displayed just the right amount of her large breasts, as Tony had advised, unencumbered by a bra even though Catherine realized the outline of her small nipple ring was clearly visible through the thin piece of chiffon.

Aside from the 5 inch stiletto heeled patent shoes and purse Catherine’s only other clothing were new lace top seamed black stockings, suspended by a black lace garter belt together with the tiniest of black thongs. With her long blonde hair piled upon her head to show off her shoulders and just the right amount of makeup, Catherine both felt and looked fantastic.

However Catherine was concerned about yet another strange phone call from sister. Victoria on Monday evening asking Catherine, just as she had   before, if anything strange were happening to her or her family but Catherine was certainly never going to tell her sister that she had been spanked upon her naked bottom by her son Dan whilst draped over his knee! .But again Catherine soon realised it was not really Catherine’s well being that was causing her sister so much anxiety but her for when pressed on the matter Vicky had somewhat evasively told Catherine the house of a ‘friend further down the road’ had been broken into a couple of time and that ‘some intimate items’ had been stolen from the property before being strangely returned to their owner.

Vicky had then gone on to tell Catherine she thought it may be the work of a stalker and as she lived on her own these days she was obviously concerned for her own safety ……. she was probably just being silly…but you can never tell…… but surely none of Dan’s young friends had followed him the other week when he had visited her?

All of which had left Catherine with a nagging feeling,  but even though Dan was, to put it mildly, acting a little strange these days it was beyond belief he could, would, even inadvertently, allow his friends to ‘stalk’ his Auntie, her own sister!...........................   

        To Catherine’s surprise and delight it was a large chauffeur driven Mercedes that collected her on Tuesday evening, as at 7.30 on the dot the respectful, peaked capped uniformed chauffer had rang the doorbell and rather needlessly asked, “Are you Mrs. Catherine Dixon, Madam?”

        The delighted Catherine agreed  she was indeed Mrs. Catherine Dixon and after Collecting her purse and throwing her silk wrap around her bare shoulders Catherine allowed the courteous chauffer to guide her toward the luxury car before he opening the door to see Catherine safely inside and she sink in sheer bliss into the deep leather upholstery.

        “There are drinks available in the cabinet between the seats, courtesy of my employer madam so help you for We shall not  be arriving at our destination for about 25 minutes or so.”

“Oh, that’s very generous of him” replied Catherine before opening a walnut door of the drinks cabinet.

“My employer is a very generous man madam….as I am sure you will discover” Answered the chauffeur leading Catherine to think perhaps she may be in line for a very generous tip for her services later on and vowed she would comply with Tony’s request when had called earlier that she “Do credit to him by ensuring she “treat his friends with due respect and to attend to their every whim”

        So Catherine did indeed open the drinks cabinet and was delighted to find all makings of a good Gin and Tonic, including ice and so prepared herself a large one before sinking back into the luxurious leather to enjoy this unexpected pleasure whilst casting her mind back to the disturbing events of the past couple of days.

        Eventually, and after a top up of Gin and Tonic the luxury car pulled into the gravel driveway of a medium sized country house before pulling to a halt outside the large double front doors. There, looking very smart in a dark pin striped suit, stood Tony, smiling toward her.

        “It’s not my place Catherine” he explained while helping her from the car and through the front doors. It actually belongs to another club member who is away on business; it was he who suggested the use of his chauffer for you.”

        Catherine, overwhelmed by the kindness of the treatment she was getting thanked Tony. Even kissing his lips in her appreciation before Tony led her through the large hall and on into an oak panelled dining room where many large trays of food and drink waited upon the huge dining table.

        “This Catherine is the only downside for you tonight, having to serve drinks and snacks to the three old buffers through there in the drawing room, now and again.

        Catherine smiled as Tony continued.

        “Well they not so bad really Catherine, nice chaps really, and rather powerful and wealthy. I’m certain they will be taken with you. You look more gorgeous than ever tonight. Now, let’s go show those old chaps what a real beauty looks like. Just ask them if they would like a drink after you have been introduced and don’t forget to have one yourself Catherine. And, oh yes, call each of them Sir after the introductions, they are used to it you see.”

        Catherine, enchanted by Tony’s compliment and looking forward to meeting Tony’s friends, smiled broadly as Tony took her hand and led her through more double doors and into another oak panelled room. In the other room where three distinguished looking middle aged smartly dress men stood chatting to one another.

        “Gentlemen,” said Tony from the doorway, may I present our hostess for the evening, “The beautiful Catherine!”

        As one, the three men ceased chatting and turned toward the doorway where Catherine now stood, beside Tony. All three of them smiled broadly to welcome their new “hostess.”

        Introductions were made, and although it was Christian names only Catherine was delighted and flattered as Tony introduced her to each man in turn and to have her hand lifted to their lips where, in turn, they courteously kissed the back of her hand in welcome before proceeding to inform Catherine she was the most beautiful creature they had seen for many a year.

        Soon Catherine was graciously carrying out her hostess duties by fetching the men drinks and snacks while all the while they ensured she felt more and more at ease by being included in their conversations as an equal. They were even getting Catherine to tell them about herself, her home life and family.

A little while later though Tony’s cell phone was ringing and excusing the interruption Tony listened for a while, his expression growing concerned before answering into the phone,.

        “Ok, if it’s like that, I’d best get down there right away.”

        “Look, I’m sorry about this,” began Tony after replacing the cell phone in his pocket. It appears that someone has tried to break into the bookshop and as Joan is laid up, I’m the only key holder and I’m wanted down there ASAP. I’ll back as soon as I can though.”

        “Don’t worry Tony,” replied one of the others, “go down there and sort things out old boy, and don’t worry about our beautiful hostess, we shall look after Catherine and treat her as our own while you are gone.”

        Catherine’s concern about Tony’s imminent departure soon vanished at hearing this tall scholarly looking man’s reassuring words and assured Tony she was more than happy to be left in the company of such gallant gentlemen.

        After the departure of Tony more snacks, drinks and conversation until Catherine heard the tinkling of a small hand bell. “Gentlemen and Lady of course,” began the tall man and bowing to Catherine. When conversation ceased, “It’s Time for the ceremonial drawing of the lots!, Catherine my dear, every time our little group meets for these social evenings we have our hostess perform for us the ceremonial drawing of shortened straws. Whoever draws the shortest straw has the task of setting the evenings discussions and objectives. Therefore Catherine, I would ask you, as our hostess, to cut three straws to varying lengths before handing around a covered dish to each one of us.”

        Catherine was delighted to be asked to carry out this task for these rather agreeable men and assured them she would indeed do this and retired to the dining room to prepare the straws and dish.

        A few minutes later the deed had been done, the holder of the shortest straw turned out to be the tall scholarly gentleman who, upon his victory, thanked the other two and Catherine for their, “confidence in him as tonight’s leader.”

        “Catherine,” he began, “I understand from Tony you are the proud wearer of a little gold nipple ring, is that true?”

        Catherine of course was taken aback by the forthright question she would never have expected such a man to ask of her. Embarrassed and confused, Catherine could only revert to type with her basic, naive honesty.

        “Err, I... well, Yes Sir.”

        “Good, that’s good Catherine, you see, your predecessor as hostess, a lady called Joan, actually has two of those darned handsome little things. It was she who told us so one evening when we’re here. Actually suggested she show it to us, as you can guess Catherine, such things are to us most unusual in the extreme.”

        The other two murmured their agreement. Catherine’s initial shock passed, more so after learning it was Joan had prompted their curiosity in the first place. So Catherine, mindful of just how respectful these men had been to her, decided it would be churlish to now reject the seemingly innocent but mischievous request made of her.

        “Well, I don’t see why not, for the sake of art of course,” giggled Catherine

        “That really is very good of you Catherine, and you shall be well rewarded, now gentlemen, let’s us begin, carry on Charles.”

        Catherine had been totally unaware the kindly attentive chauffeur from earlier was standing right behind her. More than that he was pulling back the arms of the still unmindful blonde beauty and slipping a pair of cold steel handcuffs over her wrists, leaving Catherine no time whatsoever to complain when then slipping a wide soft padded leather “bar” gag between her teeth and securing it’s leather straps behind her neck.

    Catherine was astonished by this sudden violation when only moments before they had been giggling at the wicked thought of displaying her breasts to these three men could only make soft “ug...ug...ug”...noises into the leather bar gag in a futile at voicing her displeasure. Equally pointless were Catherine’s simultaneous efforts to escape from the vice like grip of the chauffeur, Charles.        

        David, the tall scholarly looking man, who directed the chauffeur to restrain Catherine, lifted Catherine’s chin with his forefinger to demand she look at him

. “Now Listen to me Catherine, the fact is we know everything there is to know about you, everything, just look over there.”

After averting her eyes to the huge TV screen set into the wall the stunned Catherine saw herself in Tony’s “playroom” kneeling down before Joan, kissing her cunt and anus.

        “It’s all there Catherine, everything,” continued David, making Catherine look at him again.

        “Now then Catherine” continued David.” Your gag and handcuffs are merely to subdue you while I explain why you are really here!”

        Catherine could do nothing but stare up at the tall man with pleading eyes while in an uncompromising voice  he spelt out her dilemma.

        “You are here Catherine because Tony has identified you as being the perfect hostess for out little gatherings. That is to say he is satisfied your submissive inclinations and enjoyment of humiliation will allow us to use you in any way we see fit. You have already proven to be the perfect hostess and we feel sure you will be a great model for the special bondage session we have planned for later. Of course, you will be our sexual plaything during our bondage session. I tell you these things now Catherine, so you are able to prepare yourself mentally for the rest of our evening without any further shock to your system.”

        “Our decision is final Catherine; you have no input in this matter whatsoever for the three of us have paid an awful lot of money for the opportunity to “prepare” you for future gatherings of our little club. I can assure you that we are generous men Catherine and at the conclusion of our evening’s entertainment you will be very well rewarded indeed.”

        Catherine suddenly realized that David was telling her she was to be a paid as a sex toy for these men and shook her head, trying to voice her defiance through her gag. She was NOT a common whore; she was a well bred housewife and Mother. God her daughter was at UNI,  her son at college and her husband a respected business man! They had no right to treat her this way!”

        However, the cold indifference in David’s eyes and the continued vice like grip of Charles the chauffeur told Catherine any ideas of her immediate liberation from this outrageous detention were remote when David simply continued,

“We are very wealthy, civilized men Catherine and have no desire to hurt you more than we deem to be necessary for our pleasure. However I assure you that if you continue to struggle I shall have Charles demonstrate just how badly you could be hurt. And believe me Catherine, the pain would be far worse than the lad called Kevin inflicted upon you, do you understand what I’m saying Catherine?”

  How on earth did they…..      Cursing her stupidity in allowing Tony to bring her here tonight without her taking the slightest precaution, and her naivety in believing his story about his “discussion group” Catherine dejectedly nodded her head. She had had enough pain of late and wanted no more for the steel like grip of the chauffeur told her it would be futile to even contemplate the idea of escape.

       Satisfied at Catherine’s admission of defeat, David looked beyond her to the chauffer. “Charles, you may leave us now, I shall call if you are required.” Abruptly Catherine’s arms were freed but she made no attempt to move away or otherwise protest as David placed fingers on each of the thin shoulders straps on her black dress before pulling then down over Catherine’s shoulders and arms until the bodice of her dress slipped downward and both her large, glorious breasts, complete with nipple ring, were exposed to the keen scrutiny of all three men.

        “This little nipple ring really is lovely Catherine, it suits you very well, we must have the other nipple pierced as well,” continued David. First he run his fingertip over the little gold ring before slipping it round and round the nipple making her more fully aware of the new found sensitivity of her nipple. .

        Despite her fury and anger at Tony’s betrayal of her and of the arrogant manner in which David spoke to her Catherine she did not resist and after the chauffeur left the room,  another of the men the balding, the  portly George, took up the position Charles had vacated behind Catherine.

        “George will shortly remove you gag and handcuffs Catherine,” said David while, much to Catherine’s confusion, replacing the straps of her dress over her shoulders, thereby covering her breasts once again.

        “After he has done so  you shall  then resume your duties just as before Catherine, as if we had never had this little interlude. The only difference being that you will  then do whatever is asked of you Catherine….whatever…and You will do so without fail and without hesitation and with that pretty smile of yours.”

“Believe me Catherine, your failure to carry out any instruction or even the slightest hesitation on your part will only result in our asking in Charles to show you the errors of your ways and punish you accordingly. Now then Catherine you shall now smile at me and nod your head to show your understanding, after which you will then conduct yourself total obedience to our wishes.”

        Whatever else she was Catherine was not so foolish as to believe David was bluffing and would not carry out his threats for these obviously  men were no callow youths for the car that bought her here, the chauffeur Charles, and the expansive surroundings all told Catherine her current appalling circumstances had been planned and executed in almost military precision. They would, she knew, be using her body tonight and perhaps on other nights, no matter what. So why try to rebuff them when it was certain she would be made so suffer badly for any act of defiance. 

        So, managing to force a smile to appear upon her beautiful but anguished features Catherine nodded toward David in compliance.

        Catherine soon found herself in an almost surreal world.

While knowing these three men had complete and utter power over her they were none the less treating her just the same as before after George had removed her handcuffs and gag Almost as a complete equal in fact as Fully dressed again, Catherine had resumed her hostess duties of serving drinks and snacks to them while they stood chatting about mundane everyday matters, even asking Catherine for her opinion as if  the threats of moments before had never happened.

        Amazingly these men seemed to know she had once been a teacher at a private school years ago. As they all stood in centre of the room in a loose circle and for the moment pleased to be spared further humiliation Catherine found herself answering David’s question as to the merits of private education against the state system but just when feeling confident of her ability to at least debate with these men, Catherine was interrupted by Peter, the third of the male trio telling her.

“Remove your dress and hand it to me for safekeeping pleases Catherine.”

        Momentarily the stunned Catherine stood there like a rabbit trapped in vehicles headlights. Incredibly though, Catherine was then ignored and David took up the conversation and after the briefest of hesitation. The now disregarded Catherine reached behind to unzip her tiny black dress prior to slipping the straps from her shoulders and to  allow the thin chiffon garment to fall down her body and legs, to leave her naked save for her tiny thong, garter belt and stockings.

        Even her near nudity failed to draw the attention of the three men and only after Catherine had handed her tiny dress to Peter did David then turn to her

.”Carry on Catherine, You were developing a very strong argument, I am really enjoying your hypothesis.”

        If the intention had been to humiliate Catherine then it worked beautifully for Catherine, as, red faced and with her breasts heaving whilst having to stand almost naked in the midst of this small group of middle aged men, just about managed to take up from where she had left off.

Catherine’s greatest worry though was that she was somehow finding herself getting excited by these humiliating Almost unreal circumstances of discussing education with three fully dressed men while being all but naked herself.  For the next fifteen minutes or so as the discussion continued it seemed to Catherine that whenever a question was asked of her all three men ignored her body to look into her eyes, confusing but simultaneously exciting Catherine.

        Then twenty minute or so later is was the portly balding George who spoke directly to her. “Catherine, I am having dreadful problems getting an erection these days, please kneel before me and see what you can do for me with your mouth.”

        Catherine had again been in the middle of answering a question, this time regarding financial matters, but none the less, she realized exactly what she must do and so dropped to her knees to crawl the short distance toward George.

        Again, with Catherine obediently lowering the zipper to George’s trousers, the conversation continued unabated, even when Catherine’s fingers entered his trousers to remove his short stubby flaccid cock George simply continued the conversation as if nothing was unusual. As Catherine’s mouth enveloped the cock to work her magic skills upon George while cursing the appalling Tony, “How dare that man treat me as a cheap whore, God if I thought I could get out without being hurt I’d run now.”

        Eventually George was indeed hard but still remained joined in conversation with the other two until he was nearing orgasm

.” You may Make me cum now Catherine, but please don’t swallow it, keep it in your mouth, I want you to deposit my cum in a wine glass when you have finished!.”

        All three Men found this hilariously amusing and David urged Catherine, “Do not to spill or swallow a drop of George’s precious cargo.”

        While still working furiously upon George’s cock, Peter then told Catherine that they really must  train her to carry all three loads of their combined semen in her mouth and fill the wine glass only after all of them has reached orgasm.

        In any event it took less than five minutes before George’s began streaming strands of hot semen into Catherine’s mouth and obediently, despite her natural urge to do swallow, Catherine managed to retain most of the white viscous fluid in her mouth before humiliatingly pushing the juices from between her lips and on into the wine glass handed her by David.

      As if nothing untoward had just taken place, just moments later Catherine, once again standing almost naked alongside the three men, was again answering a question put to her by David, this time  about the country’s education before Peter humiliatingly interrupted her.” That looked to be a wonderful job you did on George’s cock Catherine but there’s still plenty of room in the wine glass so be a good girl and do the same for me please.” 

        So once again Catherine dropped to her knees before these powerful men, this time to kneel before Peter and work on his already trembling erection.

Twenty minutes later and the totally humiliated Catherine had almost filled the wine glass with the combined semen of all three men by part spitting and part drooling hot semen into the proffered wine glass

Then, still almost naked with the  wine  glass full of semen in her in hand Catherine w stood before her a pair of curtains being  opened by a motorized runner, revealing to Catherine’s bewildered eyes a large bench standing on four legs about three feet off the ground.

Covered in upholstered red leather the bench was a least three feet wide and some eight feet in length. Large stainless steel rings had been secured around it perimeters and to each of these rings were clipped leather ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, white corded rope and, to Catherine’s horror, all manner of whips and crops.

        “Our special bench Catherine, or should I say your special bench, Peter told her. After you have drunk your little cocktail there my dear, you shall proceed with your main function of the evening. That will be to accommodate all three of our cocks... simultaneously while we punish you with those whips!”

      

       

Chapter Ten

After Charles had helped her eased her weary battered body from within the comfortable depths of the BMW and hoping Dan would be fast asleep Catherine pushed open the front door of her house and now sat upon her bed wearing only her black garter belt and matching stockings Catherine Dixon stared at the huge amount of cash she had just counted after ripping open the envelope the chauffeur Charles had passed to her before leaving

        Five thousand pounds was the astonishing amount Catherine counted, almost the same amount her husband made in a month of hard work. Still after being tied, beaten and to all intents raped by three wealthy strangers, tears streamed from Catherine’s eyes as she realized she had been paid that money to be their whore for an evening,  A very expensive whore, but a whore none the less

Oh how far down into this pit of depravity she had slid. One stupid, crazy, afternoon of self indulgent madness with two of her young son’s friends had led her to using her charms and body to service wealthy middle aged men.

Catherine now realized these past weeks had obviously been used by Sean and Tony to trick, beat, charm, and then blackmail her into a position of utter and complete subservience toward them, manoeuvring her into a position from which she could see no means of escape. Confessing to her husband was no longer an option, after tonight things had now gone far beyond the point at which Catherine could have pleaded stupidity brought about from the loneliness of only having him home on weekends.

        A simple fling, a crush on a young boy would in time probably be forgiven not so the mounting evidence his wife was only a partially reluctant participant in some of the most sordid activities one could imagine.

        Tearfully Catherine sank into a piping hot bath and asked herself just what she had done to deserve a fate such as this. Her life as a faithful forty two year old wife and loving Mother with some standing in the community had been stripped away as surely as those men tonight had stripped her last vestiges of dignity. So much so that she was now even forced to submit to Dan, her very own son. To be bent over his knee and be spanked as a naughty child, except of course that a child would not orgasm from that spanking.

        Or that the person spanking that naughty child would not, despite his Mother’s protests, slip his fingers between her cunt lips with his free hand as Dan had done to his Mother. It has also been his obvious that his erect cock had pushed up through his pants hard against Catherine’s stomach.

Catherine recalled how Dan’s rhythmic spanking of her naked bottom had been matched by his fingers so easily slipping in and out of her vagina. And of how he had so cruelly and humiliatingly told his own Mother that she was a naughty girl and that she deserved her spanking. Then to on to add that from now on he would punish her whenever she was disobedient toward him!

        Catherine had so much wanted to jump from Dan’s lap and to scold him, to tell him she was his Mother and that his Father would be told about his behaviour toward her. But Catherine had done none of these things for yet again her body had  betrayed her and instead of continuing to protest she had eventually  lay passively upon Dan’s lap while her own son had spanked and masturbated his Mother toward an eventual and unbelievable orgasm.

        Eventually Dan had permitted his Mother to rise from his lap, smiling broadly whilst his highly embarrassed Mother was forced to rearrange herself before him. Catherine had left Dan’s room shortly afterward, spared, at least for the time being, the appalling thought of her son ordering his Mother to service him in some way or another. Catherine knew that before leaving her son’s room she should have told Dan that what he had just done to his Mother was so sinful, so immoral, so very wrong and that it must never, never happen again.

       Yet she had said none of things because for Catherine the appalling yet undeniable truth was she felt more alive, vibrant and exhilarated at that moment than she had in all her years of marriage to her husband. So instead of berating Dan his Mother had run like a naughty child to her own room whereupon she threw herself onto her bed, quietly sobbing away her humiliating punishment.

Since then though as sense of  normality had seemed to return and when their paths crossed, Catherine, too embarrassed herself to broach the subject, was amazed that Dan acted as if it had never happened, that He was treating his Mother with the same respect and consideration he had always done……………………….

        Sinking deeper into her bath Catherine pondered upon just what Dan would say and do should he discover just what sordid excesses his Mother had been subjected to earlier that evening when, after Peter had informed her of the exact purpose of being shown the “special bench” and showing her the positions she would be expected to assume on the leather bound upholstered bench, it had been David who invited her to join them in a toast to their forthcoming mutual pleasures.

        With the now well accustomed civility George had asked Catherine if she would not mind fetching the tray of replenished wine glasses from a nearby table. With just the tiny thong, well buried between her cheeks, Catherine’s otherwise naked bottom swayed deliciously before the three men, as did her large perky breasts upon her return with the tray but Catherine was far too preoccupied by the glasses on the tray to even notice their approving inspection of the beautiful mature body of their “Hostess.”

        One by one they took the glasses of red wine proffered on the tray by Catherine.

        “Ah, I see you prefer white, my dear chucked David. While Catherine looked down at the remaining wine glass containing not wine but the combined sperm jettisoned earlier into Catherine’s mouth by each man before being decanted by Catherine into the wine glass she which from she was now expected drink.

        “Do pick up your glass my dear we are waiting for the toast…. Oh, and do please drink it all Catherine, even if it means licking the inside of your glass.”

It was David, the leader for the evening who led the toast.” Well, drink up all, to our beautiful hostess, may her beating and fucking commence!”

        As one they drank and although she looked down in revulsion as its white sticky glutinous contents Catherine had no option but to raise her glass allow the sticky mess to slide between her lips and on into her mouth. It took a huge effort of will power for her not to throw up while obediently swallowing these combined contents of their balls under their scrutiny yet swallow Catherine did, even managing to lick clean the sticky residue from inside the glass with an odd sense of pride before then replacing the glass along with the others on the tray to nodding murmurs of combined appreciation.

        “Well done my dear,” said David. Now, perhaps you would be kind enough to join us at our special bench Catherine where you will decide which of us you wish to fuck you first while being beaten by the others two. Although we shall all course enjoy all of your holes in due course!”

        The incredulous Catherine, her mind reeling from David’s insane statement wanted to flee the room there and then,  to run out of there as fast as her legs could carry her. However, she knew full well if she were to attempt escape the consequences would be dire. She knew Charles the chauffeur was waiting outside for any opportunity to apply his iron like grip upon her once more. Perhaps more importantly she was all but naked and would never get past Charles anyway..

        Besides, although the very thought of having three strange cocks penetrate her was totally and utterly abhorrent, Catherine had tasted and drank the sperm from each of their cocks anyway and So she may as well get this latest humiliation over and done with.

So in total embarrassment and not looking at any of them Catherine whispered the word “David”, what difference would it make anyway for they would all eventually fuck all three of her holes.

        So after congratulating Catherine upon her choice with the now customary politeness it was Peter who helped the apprehension trembling, yet compliant blonde housewife up upon the leather bench before arranging her naked body into a hands and knees position with Catherine’s knees spread wide apart. At the same time George did the same to Catherine’s wrists. Then Peter secured her ankles into the padded leather anklets attached to the bench via loose stainless steel chains; the whole effect was to allow Catherine some freedom of movement while making escape impossible.

        The first blow, unseen by Catherine came upon her almost naked bottom. Delivered by George, the thin whippy riding crop landed with force that pushed Catherine as far forward as the restraints would allow. Seconds afterward she was expelling a huge force of air from her lungs, the mature blonde beauty as she cried out in pain.

        “Really my dear,” said Peter standing beside George, his hand soothing the red mark appearing on Catherine’s buttock, “You have only just begun your punishment. Give us a little less noise if you please, otherwise we shall be forced to ask Charles to apply the ball gag once again.”

        So Catherine, as more blows from the crop, paddle, cane and a cat o nine tails landed upon her bottom, back and thighs at regular intervals tried her best to make less noise. Each of the three men taking a turn after six from the other tried as best she could to limit herself to whimpering grunts of pain and anguish.

        For a full fifteen minutes Catherine’s punishment was administered as one by one each of them too their turn with her while the others alternately either toyed with her breasts and nipples or placed their cock between Catherine’s lips. Than David, after stripping naked before Catherine’s face eased his slim mature body beneath that of Catherine who was lifted by the other two men. Eventually she found herself lying helplessly face to face on top of David. Then gasping with surprise when his erect cock slipped between her wet pussy lips and then on into her throbbing vagina………………………………………..

        Soaking away the aches and pains in her hot bath, Catherine recalled David meeting her lips with his before his tongue pushed past into her mouth and how she had reciprocated with a passion as David began pumping his cock in and out of her.

        Then, after thinking these men would take her individually, of her shock at feeling another cock pushing against her tight little anal hole and Catherine recalled how she had kept her eyes screwed tightly shut against the pain but still continued to feverishly explore David’s tongue with her own and Pausing only briefly to gasp in pain when Peter’s cock pushed its way past her sphincter to slip ever deeper into her anus and Catherine recalled the strange but wonderful feeling of having two cocks seemly meeting as they pushed against the walls of her cunt and anus. Of how she had felt filled as never before for even when Sean had taken her virgin anus it had been one single cock inside her.

        Catherine’s final humiliation came when George had lifted her from David’s mouth and placed his own stubby half erect cock between her lips leaving Catherine very much filled in her every orifice but even when her thoughts should have been those of shameful revulsion  Catherine was consumed in a frenzy of bewildering sexual desires.

Surely she should be fighting this terrible abuse and screaming denials whilst threatening untold eventual retribution upon these men, but Catherine did none of these things and even when her three “Masters” decided it was time to change places with each other, Catherine was obedient and cooperative toward them after already succumbing to orgasms the likes of which she had never before experienced, even when her Master Sean had fist speared her with his huge young cock……………………..

        In her bath Catherine closed her eyes and her fingers found their way between her cunt lips as she relived the moment when eventually, almost as one , Catherine’s three Masters had emptied the combined contents of the balls into her Mouth, anus and cunt, leaving the beautiful housewife awash with sperm……………….

        “So where have you been tonight Mother?”

        Catherine’s eyes flew open and darted across to the open bathroom door. The door she had closed before slipping into her bath. There in the doorway stood her son Dan, gazing at his Mother’s naked body only half hidden by the foamy bath water.

        “Oh my God Dan, you frightened the life out of me! What are you doing in here, you know my bathroom has always been out of bounds to you,” stuttered Catherine. She was appalled to see her son lounging so nonchalantly against the doorframe while unashamedly studying his Mother’s body.

        In fact after returning from a night out with friends Dan had been asleep when Catherine returned and had therefore missed the TV screen showing his tearful Mother, in her black lingerie counting out her newly acquired huge amount cash upon her bed. Something had awakened him though and angry that his Mother had left the house without leaving a note for him as to her whereabouts Dan had switched on the TV monitors to see his Mother in her bath.

        Dan saw the time was passed midnight and wondered why on earth his Mother should be in her bath after midnight. Certainly it had nothing to do with Sean, he knew that much. Still his Mother had required a sexy dress for the evening. Dan knew this because these days he kept a record of all his Mother’s sexier clothes and lingerie. This was his means of asserting his mental power over her by knowing exactly what Catherine was or was not wearing under her outer clothes.

         Dan knew his Mother was now required to wear stockings and suspender belts at all times and so the absence of her black lace set and matching lace stockings came as no surprise, aside that the bra was still there, then sifting through his Mother’s sexier dresses Dan saw that her little black almost see through low cut chiffon dress was missing, a dress he knew his Mother wore only on special occasions.

        “Well, she will have to tell me,” Dan decided.

        Since that fateful evening when with his Mother’s naked bottom over his lap  Dan had spanked and then toyed with her toward her orgasm  Dan knew it could not end there for If Catherine Dixon was to be Sean’s slave, then his Mother would be her son’s plaything whenever required.

        “The chase is the exciting part of all this,” Sean had told him, “It’s a bit like hunting really, once you’ve trapped the animal, that chase is over Dan. You know you can eat it at any time so you move onto the next one.”

        A statement which left Dan thinking that as Sean had, “broken in” his Mother and  effectively  now “owned” her, he was for the time being putting, her to one side while pursuing his interest in Dan’s  Aunt Vicky. If that were true it was A course that suited Dan perfectly for not only could he assist Sean with the subjugation of Aunt Vicky, he would, after taking into account Sean’s comments, also would have time to play plenty of mind games with his Mother.

        As eager as he may be to gain the ultimate prize, Dan knew that although he wielded the power to destroy his Mother’s life that was the very lat thing he wanted and had already decided there was lots more excitement to be gained by subjecting his Mother to gradual but increasing levels of subservience toward him. As long as his Father, who seemed to spend more and more time away, remained unaware of the new order within his household, Dan’s power would remain. Only his sister Caroline’s return from UNI from the holidays could maybe interfere with it, but maybe even she could also be enslaved Dan had thought wickedly.

        So Catherine’s words fell on deaf ears, and retaining his position in the doorway Dan replied,

“Things have changed since then Mom; you no longer have permission to tell me where I cannot go in this house... Now Mom, I asked you a question, where have you been tonight? And you can also tell me what that ring is doing on your nipple!” This last question Dan already had the answer to. It was just part of the game he was playing.

        Although she had slid deeper into her bath the moment she realized Dan was in her bathroom and instinctively crossed both hands over her breasts Catherine knew her son must have seen the ring before she had become aware his presence.

        “Dan, please, it’s late, please leave, I want to get out and go to bed. I’m very tired, we can talk about this in the morning,” answered Catherine hoping to placate her son.

        Dan though was thoroughly enjoying his Mother’s embarrassment and told her, “Look Mom, I really don’t want to have to punish you this late at night, but believe me I will do just that if you don’t answer my questions!”

        “Oh God, Dan, please, I beg you, please don’t do this to me, I’m your Mother for God’s sake. Please Dan, leave me alone, we’ll talk in the morning, I promise.”

        Dan was not to be put off and he had been holding it behind his back, the very cane Sean had used on his Mother appeared in his hands. Catherine gasped in astonishment and fright, “Was her son planning to use it on her?”

        “Okay Mother, I found this in the lounge after Sean had been here and I think he has used it on you, maybe more than once and If you don’t answer my questions in ten seconds then I’m going to pull you from the bath and use it on you myself!”

      Catherine’s surprise eyes when Dan had spoken about Sean and the cane was all to evident in her eyes.

‘Just how much does he really know?’ Wondered Catherine who had thought her submitting to Dan’s spanking in his bedroom had put an end to his inquisitiveness, for the subject of the terrible Kevin had not been raised at all, either before or after her son had spanked her. Now though Dan had opened up a whole new can of worms! But exhausted and spent be the evening’s exertions Catherine was desperate to escape from her son’s demands of her and so decide she could only lie her way out of her current predicament by telling Dan.

  “Oh God, okay Dan, look, I’ve been round for drinks with your Auntie Victoria that’s all. As for...for, well the ring, well, perhaps it was a silly thing to do but… well your Father suggested I have this ring. He taught it may, well, it’s between your Father and me Dan and you must not mention it to him…..it’s far to personal a thing for his son to be talking about.”

Catherine was amazed at how easily these lies had slipped from her lips but of course Dan knew full well his Mother was lying to him but unwilling to let his Mother discover how he knew she was lying Dan decided he would mark it down for another time.” Well, for your sake let’s hope you’re telling the truth Mom, but now I want you to stand up please Mother.”

        Catherine was surprised at Dan’s almost polite request and wondering if her son was planning to cane her anyway was on the point of refusing when Dan added with a grin.

“I’m afraid that if you don’t I shall eventually cane you for your disobedience anyway Mother!”

        Suddenly Catherine realized her son was toying with her like a caged mouse. Would he or would he not cane her? But Catherine decided she had suffered enough punishment for one night and wanting nothing more than to crawl into her bed whilst  desperately hoping her son was not about to make incestuous demands of her Catherine just managed, by keeping one arm over her breasts and  drop the other hand and cover her pubic area, to stand up in the bath facing her son full on for Catherine knew she could not turn away from him for If she did  he would surely then discover the mass of whip marks across her back and buttocks.

        One more though Dan surprised his Mother So Catherine by taking her soft white robe from the hook on the door before telling her “In a moment you can step out of the bath and into your robe. First though Mom I want you to place your hands together behind your neck. That is unless of course you would prefer the cane!”

        “Oh God,” groaned Catherine, but with the alternative to much to contemplate tonight, especially since Dan would then discover the whip marks, His Mother’s hands left her pubic mound and breasts and Catherine obediently linked fingers together behind her neck. As did this she was also pushing her thighs tightly together in the hope it may hide her shaven mound from her son’s roaming eyes.

        “I really must have the most beautiful Mother in town, now, look at my eyes and spread your legs Mom.”

        Catherine could not believe her ears! How on earth could she possibly look her son in the eye while displaying to him her pubic mound and naked breasts lifted high and undoubtedly pushed proudly outward as the consequence of linking her hands behind the neck?. But As Dan once again lifted the thin whippy cane and his roving eyes burned into every part of Catherine’s beautiful mature body.

So the weary and defeated Catherine, fully aware this was the “slave pose” required of her by Sean and Tony, did indeed spread her legs before, holding back tears of shame, linking her hands together behind her neck and looked her son in the eye, fully aware that in doing so she was displaying her completely naked body her son.

A son who despite his youthful years now appeared so unexpectedly confident and self assured as his eyes took in the mature beauty of Catherine’s lovely body, from her large, firm and well rounded breasts and disturbingly erect nipples complete with the single gold ring

        “I do like the nipple ring Mother and I see you have shaved your pubic hair, your cunt looks very nice but you are going to grow a little triangle of hair for me an inch above your cunt lips Mother!”

        Knowing she was shaven, Dan had already gained Sean’s permission to demand this of his Mother. Now Catherine’s young son watched his Mother cringing in mortification while desperately trying to retain eye contact with Dan. Then Dan, holding open his Mother’s white robe stepped forward to place the robe on his Mother’s shoulders. Catherine though obediently retained her hands on neck stance. She even managing to retain eye contact with her son, even though he now stood only a couple of feet away, holding open her robe.

        “You understand what you are to do for me Mother,” asked Dan.

        Still looking into her sons green eyes, Catherine nodded her understanding.

        “Then tell me exactly Mother,” demanded Dan continuing the mind game.

        “I...oh God, I am to grow my, my hair for you Dan, grow a small triangle an inch above my, oh God, my cunt lips!”

        Dan pulled the robe and therefore his Mother toward him and suddenly Catherine found her body, still naked at the robe was open, crushed against her son who then wrapped his arms around her back.

        “Hug me Mother,” Catherine although horrified to find her sons cock pushing into her naked body complied.

        “Oh God, am I about to be fucked by my own son,” a panic stricken Catherine wondered.

        Dan was then whispering in his Mother’s ear telling her. “If you have lied to me Mother you have until 7.30 tomorrow night to confess to me in my room, suitably dressed of course. If not and I discover you lied to me Mother, well, let’s just say you really will regret it!”

        With that Dan kissed his Mother’s cheek before leaving his stunned humiliated Mother in the bathroom wondering why that now familiar throbbing between her legs was beginning once again. 

Chapter Eleven: The following Afternoon.

Hello, are you Victoria Preston” Sean asked of Victoria after she had cautiously opened the door.

        “MRS. Victoria Preston to you young man,”  Victoria had replied in her best domineering manner whilst wondering just what this good looking youth wanted after dismissing the idea he may be a doorstep salesman.

        “Okay then Mrs. Preston if you wish but may I enters your house, we have something to discuss and best not done on your doorstep.”

        The first seeds of doubt fell over Victoria. But She wasn’t about to allow this youth of probably a third of her own age tell her what she should do.

”I’m not in the habit of allowing total strangers into to house so it you can possibly have to discuss with me that cannot be said out here, young man?” replied a now nervous Victoria even though a nagging doubt told her that was not a good idea all

        As young he was Sean knew the game Victoria Preston was quivering with worry, she didn’t want him to know that, but he could see it in her eyes.

        Well, it’s your choice of course Mrs. Preston, perhaps I’ll come back another time, after you’ve had time to think over the matter, or perhaps you should be sent another reminder.”

        So now she knew, given recent events there was no other possible reason for this far too confident young man to be calling on her, he was here to blackmail her over the photos and DVD and so she glowered in undisguised loathing at the admittedly handsome young man who  so confidently stood on her doorstep with a laptop bag in his hand.

.      “Okay then young Man, you’d better come in and tell me what exactly it is you want from me but I warn you now, any nonsense from you and out you go!!” 

If looks could kill, Sean would have been in the mortuary right then but the suddenly powerless Victoria Preston could do nothing at that moment but turn on her heel and walk inside her house, followed by a contentedly smiling Sean.

”Nice place you have here Victoria”, said Sean appreciatively gazing around the huge lounge of Victoria Preston’s large house although not having been invited to do so much to Victoria annoyance Sean had sat himself down upon the large leather couch, leaving Victoria standing before him, hovering uncertainly with her arms crossed, fully aware that the smiling Sean was appraising her voluptuous body with admiring eyes. “Well…I’m waiting”  She  eventually   demanded.   

“I was just thinking this is the first time I’ve seen you with your clothes on Vicky and I’ve gotta say you really do pretty good for what….thirty eight isn’t it….of course you look even better naked, or maybe wearing some leather bondage gear” 

Victoria’s natural reaction was to explode, to tell Sean where to go but seeing people walking past the house, checked herself and instead and told Sean softly by heatedly.” You little shit, I don’t know how you managed to do those things to me but you can stay right where you are while I call the police, they will soon find out how the hell you got me to do all those disgusting things!” 

        Victoria had expected at least some concern on the face of Sean before he perhaps ran off To her consternation neither if these things happened and the smiling cold eyed Sean simply replied. “Go right ahead Mrs. Preston, I shall wait here.”

       But the now uncertain Victoria had long since discounted the idea of calling in the authorities. Knowing she would have to pass over the photos and DVD would have been too much of a shame to stomach.  The main weapon in her angry confrontation with Sean was left in tatters by Sean’s apparent indifference to Victoria’s threats and all she could do at that moment was glare in fury and frustration at the smiling face of Sean Brady. Fully aware that her naked and tethered body had very recently been observed in every detail by this powerful looking youth it suddenly occurred to Vicky that it could well have been his own cock she had been sucking, his own sperm she had been drinking!

        “Well Mrs. Preston, or you going to use your phone, or would you prefer to use mine,” mocked Sean, bringing Vicky back to reality whilst holding out his cell phone toward her.

             “Oh my God, it was you… you Bastard!”!” Sean looked on in delight as Victoria, her authority collapsing before his eyes ignored his offer and  instead  slumped  down of the sofa opposite Sean.

        “Okay, how did you do it and how much do you want, young man?” Victoria almost spat the question across the table to where Sean sat.

        Sean simply laughed a low dangerous laugh that left Victoria even more concerned than before.” Well Victoria, let’s say for a start that your money is safe at the moment.”

        “ITS STILL MRS PRESTON to you young Man.”

        Okay, Mrs. Preston it is then, but it’s going to be hard not calling you Victoria, considering how close we have become, what a great pair of tits you have…and a cunt to die for and oh boy, you certainly did a great job of sucking my cock and not only mine Mrs. Preston, but more of that later, you gave me the most fantastic blow job and you kept my sperm in your mouth until I told you to swallow it!”

        “STOP IT...STOP IT...STOP IT,” screamed the mortified, desperate Victoria, even covering her ears with both hands while Sean smiled across at her.

knowing he could break her any time he wished and Instead of replying to Victoria’s almost demented screams of anger and frustration, Sean then removed the lap top from its case and already knowing Victoria’s house was wireless equipped, pressed the required buttons before, much to Victoria’s puzzled apprehension, placing the computer on the coffee table between them.

        “Okay Victoria, take a look at the screen.”

        “Oh my good God!, What the hell is this?,” replied Victoria, fretfully viewing the screen before her and what could only be a web page with the words.

      Mature Beauties in Bondage Featuring the Beautiful Victoria. As you have never seen her   before, Bound Gagged and Giving Great Head!

                                   Insert your Password in the box to see it all!

        Victoria wanted to run, to scream, to wake up from what surely must be her worst nightmare, instead though she sat there in stunned silence listening as Sean explained.

        “It’s your very own website Victoria and after giving some of your family and friends a preview by sending them the password I intend to make plenty of money from all those punters who would love to watch you sucking cock, but let’s say we first start with your dear old Mother and Father and then your sister and her family and, oh, and let’s not forget all your friends at the ladies circle and golf club!”

        For a good minute Victoria sat in stunned disbelieving silence for her mind was almost unable to register what she had just heard from Sean. Then she exploded.

” You Bastard!, you, you, you fucking Bastard, do you really believe you can get away with this? You think I’m some silly frightened little woman. You’re going to jail sonny boy and for a long, long time,” shouted Victoria at Sean, who himself simply sat there his face an ocean of calm amidst the storm that was Victoria Preston.

        Eventually Victoria managed to calm herself down sufficiently to ask Sean. “How...just tell me...how...how did you do it, how did you get me to assist you with this, this filth?”

        “You’ll find out when I’m ready to tell you Victoria but right now you have to give me one good reason why I should not provide those people with the password to your web site, oh and send them all a free DVD of course.”

        “How much…..just tell me how much you want,” said Victoria softly.

        “Oh No Mrs. Preston, it’s not money I want”

“So what the hell else could it be…….what the hell is it you want?”

. “What I want and what I’m going to get is your total and absolute submission toward me Vicky that means nothing less than my ownership of your mind and your lovely body!”

Having fully expected to be arguing over Sean’s financial demands, Vicky’s expression then changed to that stunned bewilderment, what on earth was he talking about? “I

“How dare you speak to me like that in my own home you disgusting little pervert”.    

  To those who knew her, Victoria’s reaction had been predictable. Standing up from the sofa to her full height and stepping toward the seated Sean and forgetting  just what a hold Sean had over her, Victoria had exploded once again.

“I’m old enough to be your Mother and I’m going to send you home for a good spanking, in fact I shall drive you home myself and see if your parents cannot beat some sense into you!”

        Victoria had been far too psyched up to notice the strange glint in Sean’s eyes and far too close to see the fist aimed straight toward her solar plexus from Sean’s seated position and Moments later she lay sideways on the carpet holding her stomach in agony while trying to grasp a lungful of oxygen.

       

        Sean decided Vicky required a more “specialized” form of treatment than had Catherine so dispensing with any further niceties he quickly stood over Victoria and flipped the sobbing breathless woman onto her stomach.

Pulling her unresisting arms behind her back Sean then quickly handcuffed the gasping and puffing Victoria before pushing a black leather “bar” gag between her teeth, and then he pulled it into her mouth before fastening the leather straps behind Victoria’s neck before then forcing the stunned and terrified Victoria onto her knees. “Okay Vicky, have you ever been caned before?” Sean asked of Vicky while holding before her eyes the very same whippy cane he had used upon Vicky’s sister Catherine!

        For perhaps the first time ever Victoria Preston was both defenceless and speechless as she looked in pure horror at the cane held before her eyes. The enormity of her mistake in taking Sean to simply be a nasty feral youth had hit home, so having already seen with her own eyes on the lap top just what he was capable of doing why had she not controlled her famous temper?

But shaking herself violently from side to side and “mmummphing” into the gag Victoria’s eyes continued blazing in anger as she tried to convey that not only had she never been caned but had no intention of allowing Sean to do such a thing to her for The brutal  truth was that for all her bravado Victoria had always been unable to bear even the smallest amounts of pain.

        “Okay then, it suits me, you go ahead, just keep carrying on like this, one way or another you’re going to get very well acquainted with this cane and just as a starter you will be getting twelve strokes anyway , six on each ass cheek!”

Sean told Vicky before harshly pushing her head down until her nose touched the carpet in a kneeling position. Then upon lifting her skirt high over her hips Sean was delighted to see Catherine’s sister was wearing tan stockings secured by a red garter belt together with a pair of tiny matching panties.

      The stunned Vicky was hardly believe she was about to be subjected to such violations in her very own home. What the hell was happening to her? How and why on earth had this monster chosen her of all people to be his victim? Then suddenly Vicky experienced the most excruciating pain she had ever known after Sean had landed his first searing blow upon her bottom cheek.

Had she been able, Vicky would have screamed until the house collapsed as she fell forward onto her stomach. Her “cuffed hands tried desperately to cover a buttock that seemed to be on fire and  In an effort to prevent further blows Vicky rolled onto her back, shaking her head at Sean while “mmummphing” into her gag.

        “Get back up on your knees Vicky, or you get twenty four, not just the twelve”    but glued to the carpet Vicky was far too terrified to obey Sean’s instruction and shook her head ferociously in wild eyed panic whilst pleading for mercy through the gag before, after abruptly dropping to his knees, Sean ripped open Vicky’s blouse, revealing a lacy red bra beneath. Sean then unceremoniously pulled Vicky’s bra upward and moments later her magnificent breasts were fully exposed to him as he raised the cane above Vicky’s large globes, clearly threatening to bring it down hard upon her tits before slowly lowering the terrible weapon until the long thin cane rested upon Vicky’s large nipples.”

“It’s your choice Vicky, your ass or your tits and nipples, what’s it to be?, are you going to turn over and get on your knees again or do I have to cane your tits instead?”

Sean’s violence was stripping away her thin veneer of self assurance and lying there sobbing on the carpet the panic stricken raven haired Victoria was a far cry from the domineering, confident, man eating mature beauty she always portrayed herself to be and, shaking like a leaf while fearfully looking down at the cane resting on her nipples, Vicky nodded her head furiously, there was no way on earth she could even visualize the pain that would result from having her oh so precious well honed  tits and nipples caned!

      So fully aware this brutal young man would not hesitate to carry out his threat to cane her breasts and nipples and with her eyes never leaving the cane Victoria ungainly struggled up onto her knees and uncaring of the display she was then giving her assailant she eventually managed to bend forward and with her nose once more down on the carpet her now unfettered breasts swinging freely just above the thick woollen material.

        “It’s not as though I’ve not seen your ass and cunt before Vicky,” said Sean, deliberately further humiliating Catherine’s sister while once more lifting her skirt over waist before raising the cane to deliver another blow to Vicky’s naked bottom again.  Even through her gag Vicky’s scream of pain and terror was quite audible but even though her bottom swayed from side to side she just managed to maintain her kneeling position this time.

        “That’s better, only ten to go now, as long as you stay where you are,” taunted Sean. “But it’s not all bad news for you Vicky.” Then, first to her surprise Sean’s spare hand began lightly massaging the area of skin he had just caned before, at first to her anguish and the to her embarrassment, Sean’s fingers slipped inside Vicky’s tiny red panties to briefly massage her surprisingly moist cunt lips

Thereafter each punishing blow from the cane served only to further humiliate and terrify the hysterically sobbing raven haired beauty. Never in her life had Victoria experienced such pain and really believed the young thug would surely mark her forever as he continued his almost rhythmical caning of Victoria.

But after every wallop of the cane upon Vicky’s rapidly reddening Ass Sean continued to pause and massage her Ass and cunt lips in turn whilst also informing Vicky of how many strokes remained and that she should be thinking about her future attitude toward him, that after taking the twelve strokes she would be given the chance to apologise for her disobedience toward him, to ask him if she could kneel beside him while they watched the DVD together and to tell him she promised never to be so naughty in future “     

Even though she was unable to deny the appalling unwanted pleasure his fingers were creating each time they delved into her cunt lips Vicky had already counted each terrible excruciating blow from the cane and would have done exactly that at that very moment, Indeed such was Vicky’s fear of Sean that right then she would have told him she was now prepared to do anything, to say anything, to give him everything he wanted just for him to cease punishing her.

        Maybe Sean already knew this of course, but buoyed at his successful subjugation of Vicky’s sister Catherine Dixon and thanks to Tony he was proud of his newly acquired B & D skills. So Sean had already decided Vicky’s twelve strokes must be a bare minimum for He wanted this gorgeous mature beauty to appreciate once and for all t he was quite prepared to subject her to no end of pain and degradation too should she ever decide to rebel against him in future.

Eventually of course the relieved and apprehensive Victoria tried to mouth the word “Twelve” as her punishment came to an end and after Sean had once again soothed her skin and fingering her ever moister cunt lips Vicky knew was now the moment of reckoning  for her.

After hauling the sobbing and pained Victoria up from her kneeling position Sean removed the leather gag and then glared into her tear stained and fearful eyes.

        “It’s up to you now Vicky,  its your decision, from now on you do just as I tell you and speak only when I tell you and maybe you won’t get hurt any more. If you fuck with me you will get a whole lot more. What you got there was just a taster, you understand me Vicky?”

        Vicky very quickly  nodded her head, did indeed full understand Sean, by now fully understanding that this brutal yet oh so handsome youth could and probably would do whatever it took ensure her eventual capitulation toward him and that it could well be he was enjoying every single moment of her distress.

Vicky knew only too well that all the cards were stacked against her. The photos, the first DVD and now the horrifying revelation that he had created her very own ‘web site’ only served to increase her ever growing conclusion that he must have surely gone to a an awful lot of time and effort, not to mention money in carry out his bizarre stalking and persecution  of her

“Oh god, I’m so sorry…I was…disobedient to you……….I wont  be so naughty again…I promise….please let me kneel beside you and watch the DVD!”

…………………………………………..

   Chapter twelve  

   Catherine Dixon sat at her dressing table studying her troubled reflection in the mirror. Given the events of the previous evening and of her encounter with Dan in her bathroom, Catherine had slept surprisingly well. Now though, looking into a full length mirror she could clearly see the dark bruises upon buttocks given her by the three men she had played “hostess” to the previous evening and in doing so the full shocking 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 having belatedly realized that none had used a condom Catherine’s main concern was that not only could she could now be open to any sexual disease they may have had but that she had not taken her own ‘pill’ for a couple of weeks.

But Catherine was astounded to realize that above all else she was even more concerned with the deception caused by Tony’s obvious use of her as, well, a “hooker!” Was Sean, yes Sean who she had not seen for a seeming eternity, also complicit in her betrayal?

        After removing 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; it was a small fortune to a budget balancing suburban housewife. “Earned” would be a better word thought Catherine. “So why I am not sitting 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? Accuse them of pimping her as a whore? Or of them transforming her into their voluntary sex slave? After all, that’s was she now was. Because it was her own her desire to be dominated for brutal sex it now ruled her very existence! Even now, at that very moment her cunt was throbbing in excitement at thoughts of Sean and Tony and, yes, Joan.

        Enjoying her newly found sexual liberation in their company was one thing. The wonderful time spent in Tony’s “dungeon” had been incredibly exciting and Catherine 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 seemed so long ago. The day Dan had arranged for Sean and his friend Tom to visit her. Yes, 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 herself. She had only vague recollections of being placed over her Father’s knee when he took his slipper to her bare bottom. Then 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 again confront Tony for the episode with the three men had been beyond the pale and never again would 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. She needed to have 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!!

        As she continued to study her bruises Catherine was anguished realize there was not a single soul she could confide in. No one to ask advice on how she could possible, even should she really want to escape, escape the attentions of Tony and Sean. Escape   without...without... losing 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? Talk to her about the wonderful illicit sexual tension that surfaced within her whenever a domineering male was anywhere near her? How should tell her sister Vicky? Especially with her domineering and sneering attitude toward all men and how she treated them as playthings. Vicky would, even on hearing a much diluted version of events, would only tell Catherine to snap out of it and not to be such a weak and pathetic little girl.

       And what of her son Dan who had been constantly in her thoughts since he had punished her and played with her most intimate areas in his bedroom, last night he had studied his own Mother’s naked body with calm authority for such a young man and so firmly expressed his liking for her nipple ring. Then his demand she cultivate a small triangle of pubic hair just above her cunt lips, just for him. And Dan’s ultimatum that she once again go to his room and confess her lies.

Why had she not made more than just a token attempt to demand Dan leave her bathroom? And she had lied to Dan, Catherine knew she indeed had and Catherine bizarrely felt more guilt about lying to Dan than of allowing those three men to violate her, which was something she could not have prevented. Still 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?

Still, wondered Catherine, what if Dan really did know much more than she suspected? What if he were somehow in league with Sean? If so then he would probably have already known about her nipple ring and much, much more beside. 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!

        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.  the humiliation would be immense of course and Catherine would ran the risk of her son angrily rejecting his Mother as a whore and would quite Possibly threaten her with exposure to her husband but given Dan’s own behavior that appeared highly unlikely…… Surely Dan would sympathize with and help his Mother so 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 as 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 naked form in the mirror Catherine knew that despite passing forty she still looked and strangely, also felt great and felt a sudden surge of pride in knowing she was so obviously still 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, still 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, it’s mine, I earned every last penny! And I’m going to enjoy spending all of it on myself!”…………………………………………………

Chapter thirteen:

At around the same time Victoria Preston, wearing only her bath robe, was sat in her kitchen drinking a brandy laced coffee whilst smoking her fourth cigarette of the day. Upon the table sat the laptop, her own laptop, upon which Sean Brady had opened the ‘web page’ whilst she again studied  the ‘modeling contract’ she had been given the previous evening after having endured the horror of viewing the unbelievable DVD whilst kneeling naked alongside the totally calm and relaxed figure of Sean Brady.

It was in all probability the relaxed air of calm latent brutality exuding from him that even then,  the following morning, frightened Victoria the most about Sean Brady but as she recalled her experience at his hands, even  with her earlier  suspicions Victoria knew she had not really prepared herself for the final humiliating event that was to befall her.

Looking back, from the moment she first saw him and those cruel calculating clear blue eyes burning into her own Vicky knew full well he was one responsible for creating those horrific intimate photos and the DVD featuring her committing any number of lewd sex acts upon not just at least two very large cocks, but also upon her own naked body. Here was the person she would wreak her revenge upon. So in the knowledge she would very soon be venting her full fury upon Sean Brady she had put up only a token amount of resistance before allowing him to enter the house. 

But doing so would prove to be a very costly mistake. For Vicky, determined to extract every last ounce of her verbal and maybe even physical retribution, had assumed that once Sean had been subjected to some very liberal doses of her famed and fiery temper his apologies would be very soon be forthcoming as he desperately tried to extricate himself from his troubles.

‘If only!’ Vicky murmured after taking another sip of her brandy laced coffee. If only she could have for once controlled that famous temper of hers for despite all her bluster and bravado she know realized  she had in fact been completely unequipped to deal with a casually domineering character such  as Sean Brady.

Taking on long pull on her cigarette Vicky recalled the moment when Sean had landed the blow to her stomach, she had been terrified beyond belief.  Once those cruel steel handcuffs had ensnared her wrists and the cruel leather gag stifled her protests Vicky had belatedly realized that looming over her were the eyes of the living embodiment of every young man who had bound, beaten and sexually abused her in all those forbidden yet oh so exciting dreams she so often experienced these days.

And so Vicky had offered no resistance when Sean had hauled her to her feet and ripped away the last remnants of her clothing and her red lacy Bra, leaving her stood all but naked and inches away from Sean with only her tiny red panties along with the matching garter belt and stockings giving her any vestige of modesty as he told her.

“That’s a good girl, you re learning already Vicky, now you are going to get on your knees beside me and then we are going to watch this DVD together, its going to answer a lot of your questions, then I’m going to tell you exactly what it is I have planned for you…..nod your head if you understand me Vicky””

Vicky remembered that at that time she still hadn’t a clue as to his real motives and could really only recall his strange assertion that he ‘wanted to own her mind and body’ whatever that meant. But having no desire to experience any more pain from him Vicky instantly nodded her head before again in yet another humiliation for Vicky, being again told that she was a ‘good girl’ 

After lighting yet another cigarette and dispensing with the coffee Vicky picked up a bottle of vodka and after pouring a very large neat glassful she finally ventured into the Lounge for the first time that day. With the drapes still closed and she unwilling to open them, Vicky threw the light switch to reveal an array of her discarded skirt, blouse and lingerie together with the leather dog collar and chromium leash Sean had secured around her neck before telling Vicky to ‘spread her legs for me’

Moments late the bound and gagged mature beauty was powerless to prevent Sean’s fingers from slipping inside her tiny panties an then onward to find their way between her embarrassingly slick cunt lips. After having pulled the by now almost breathless Vicky a little closer toward him with her chrome leash, Sean’s knowing finger quickly found and began massaging the nub of her clitoris and very soon leaving the mortified Vicky panting and moaning behind her leather gag. With her face so close to Sean’s Vicky was totally unable to hide her shameful embarrassment whilst Sean’s single finger skillfully bought Vicky toward her inevitable orgasm, leaving her with nowhere to hide as her shameless body betrayed her and Vicky’s cunt emitted a flood of juices onto Sean’s waiting fingers.  

After then leading a humiliated yet unresisting Vicky toward the huge sofa Sean then pulled her down into a kneeling position between his legs whilst facing away from him toward her huge DVD/TV combo before then pressing the buttons of her remote controller.

Looking back on the following morning, for the life of her Vicky was unable to recall seeing Sean Brady doing so but at some stage he must have inserted the disk into the machine because moments later, there was, large as life on the huge TV screen. Now slumping down into the large sofa in front of which she had knelt between Sean’s legs the previous evening Vicky’s mind recalled many moments from the recording and of course of how, Sean’s hands, after having first rested upon her shoulders had soon slipped down to her magnificent Breasts, cupping and weighing them in his large hands before pulling and squeezing her generous pink nipples before shocking her with the words.

“Oh Yeh Vicky, I think the first thing we will do is have these babies pierced and ringed!”

Unlike her previously more naive Sister Catherine, Vicky was well aware of the existence of such body jewelry and although whilst managing to keep her tempter in check Vicky’s first thought had been ‘over my dead body!’  But none the less eyes strayed down to her large nipples that were even then ashamedly growing in size and rigidity to Sean’s admittedly skilled ministrations and to her horror, rekindling the sexual awareness she had experienced when his fingers had slipped between her cunt lips and toyed with her love button

As she sat on the large sofa, uncaring that her robe had fallen upon to display her naked body beneath, Vicky’s fingers pressed the DVD/TV remote buttons and watched the recording flicker to like, her mind drifted back toward the incredible scenarios depicted in the recording, scenarios that could only have been put together with the most skillful of editing.

Watching the opening credits, Vicky was once again stunned to see her naked body crawling on hands and knees up toward the camera before then sitting back on her haunches and, after  lifter her cum covered Breasts toward the Camera licking the cum from her fingers before telling the camera.

“Hi…I’m Vicky Preston… As you will see, I just love being tied up and caned. And giving great head and I love drinking every last bit of your cum……… if you are nice and generous to me I will do it for you as well………….why not go to my website or even call me to make a personal appointment, go on, call me, my number is on the website”

All of which stunned Vicky hat following morning every bit as much as when she had watched it the previous evening. Much was to follow of course including her kneeling with her face in the carpet whilst her fingers pulled apart her naked buttocks until her little puckered Anus was in clear focus along with her rather hairy cunt lips

“I’d love you to fuck me there” The disbelieving Vicky heard herself recite whilst every now and then the legend “Visit me at ‘Bondage Babe Vicky @ www…” would appear on the screen to advertise her ‘services’

And of how, in her bondage harness she’d crawled around on all fours whilst an unseen hand guided her around the room by lightly but constantly tapping her buttocks with a bamboo cane whilst every now and again drawing the came up through her cunt lips and exposed Anus.

Whilst fast forwarding the recoding Vicky recalled how, whilst all the time she watched the recording in mesmerized fascinated horror Sean’s hands and finger were exploring available every inch of her body and paying particular attention to her nipples that, to Vicky’s disquiet, refused to deflate from their throbbing firmness, even more so when to her utter shame Sean’s fingers reached inside her tiny red panties to discover again the appalling yet inevitable wetness between her cunt lips.
And always there was Sean’s voice in her ear. “Your mine now Vicky, you’re my property, my slave whenever I want you” Words which although terrifying her were also giving Vicky unfamiliar feelings of erotic anticipation heightened by Sean’s exploring fingers and

Finally Vicky’s use of the remote found the final crucial scene. “Oh you are really going to love this” Sean had exclaimed. Now though, on the morning after and as if with a remote control of their own Vicky’s fingers slipped inside cunt lips that were once again warm and wet.

Vicky viewed her now completely naked body. She was on her knees and her lips engulfed a large throbbing cock before slowly, lovingly, moving her mouth back and forth over the wet bulbous head. Then Vicky’s hand came into focus, taking the long shaft of throbbing muscle before almost adoringly pulling her hand back and forth over its entire length.

“Mmmmm…that’s so good” murmured Vicky.  I love your cock.  .I could suck it all night”

“Oh Yeh, you really are a good girl Auntie Vicky….but now tell me what you are going to do to it next”

“I’m going to take it in my mouth again Dan…..all of it…..I love sucking you cock so much Dan…I want you to come in mouth again so I can drink every last drop of your wonderful cum juices.

“But I may want to fuck your ass again Auntie Vicky so you had better show me how good it looks” Dan had then said  before Vicky immediately turned around and after pressing her face into the thick carpet once again pulled her buttocks apart to reveal her rosebud Anus.

“Now put your finger in your Ass then turn around and show me how much you love licking your Ass juices Auntie Vicky”

Once again Vicky had immediately complied with what were seemingly Dan’s instructions to her and after inserting her index finger deep inside her Anus she was very soon turning round again before, gazing lovingly up at ‘Dan’, she was enthusiastically sucking on a finger that had just been buried deep inside her Asshole.

“Mmmmm that looks good Auntie Vicky” said Dan “Would you like me to fuck your Ass before I cum in your Mouth Auntie”

“Oh yes Dan, you know how much I love having your lovely cock fucking me deep inside my Ass!”………………………………………………………….

Sat rigid on the sofa and for some reason with her fingers still inside her cunt lips Vicky recalled how Sean had then whispered into her appalled ears.

“There you go Vicky… this part will seal the deal for us….after all, you don’t want Dan’s mother…..you own sister to watch her son fucking you in your Ass and  coming in your mouth afterward…do you?”

Of course Vicky wasn’t about nod head in agreement, but it didn’t really matter, for after watching the horrendous scenes on the DVD recording she already knew she had no more chance of escaping the clutches of Sean Brady than a fly trapped in a spider’s web. Of course Vicky had by now realized she could only have somehow been drugged and duped, that of course the editing had been a really professional job and that in a drug induced state she had probably recited words already written for her, but who would believe her? The awful truth had already dawned upon Vicky, that if the scenes on the DVD ever came to light she was finished……family, friends…..Clubs…. the lot!

Vicky then recalled that even before she had realized what was happening Sean was standing before her helplessly almost naked body removing his clothes and that even as she gazed in awe at his huge erect young cock she was being lifted in his strong arms and swung around until, with the then naked Sean, laying back upon the huge sofa, still gagged and with her wrists secured behind her she had been lifted with apparent ease upon his huge erection.

Could she have done more to prevent this happening? Vicky wondered, but even now the next morning and with her fingers still inside her cunt lips Vicky knew that, even after being forced to watch the appalling DVD recording, the thought of having this handsome dominant young brute inside her was what she had wanted since she had first opened the door to him. That the very moment his throbbing erection touched her moist cunt lips her whole being had been alive with sexual anticipation only heightened by her being helplessly bound and gagged before him, on top of him.

If it was indeed true she would be his to do with as he wished for a few days each month, she had, when fully impaled on this wonderful giant cock, thought that whatever surprises he undoubtedly had in store for her, that servitude toward him it a price worth paying.

Bringing herself toward a glorious orgasm at her recollections of the wonderful fucking she had been given been given by Sean, all Vicky’s concerns that her nephew Dan would undoubtedly return and take advantage of her vulnerability disappeared. She would sign the ‘contract’ Sean had left her and, as he had said, return it to the address he had given her, on the date and time he had told her she must…after all, when having been told that her failure to do so would result in her web site ‘going live’ and the DVD posted to all of her family and friends, what other possible choice did she have?.....

Or, Vicky asked herself, would she do so simply because the horrific events of the previous evening had left her feeling more dangerously animated and sexually energized than she could had ever imagined was possible. All morning her cunt had been throbbing constantly to the whirlwind of emotions surging through her as in frustrated expectation she pondered upon just what further shocking surprises this oh so handsome dominant and so very dangerous young brute had in store for her?..........But Victoria Preston, being Victoria Preston, was not about to simply throw herself at Sean…no matter how dominant he thought he was!

  

     Chapter Fourteen:   Later that week:

Having followed Tony’s advice Sean had told Kevin Smith that  after he left her house, he was to keep track of  Vicky’s every movement  in and out of her for the next three days and to follow her if necessary, the idea of which had very much  appealed to Kevin’s innate sense of perversion  and although told by Sean to remain old car some distance away from Vicky’s house  in his battered old car and unaware he was in fact going to observe the movements of Catherine Dixon’s sister, Kevin was determined to discover all he could about Victoria Preston , after all, he decided, knowledge is power.

So three days later Sean was delighted to be told by Kevin that the first night, after Sean had left Vicky’s house there had been nothing to report other than the lights being switched off just after midnight and that for the following two days, apart from two visits to the local shops to purchase groceries, Vicky had remained in her home and that aside from one woman who Kevin later discovered to be neighbor, she’d had no other visitors to her house.

“Tell me How she was dressed Kevin” Sean had asked. 

“Pretty smart I’d say, she’s certainly well stacked, that one, she was wearing a nice low cut dress cut above the knee and was pretty well made up too and with nice hair as well Sean…..she seemed okay but I noticed she kept looking around a lot, I guess she was a bit nervous…..and maybe that was down to you Sean” Kevin had replied although without telling Sean of his little nocturnal 3am. Visit inside Vicky’s house using the skills his cat burglar old man had taught him.

After Entering through a kitchen window the first thing Kevin noticed had been the bottle of sleeping tablets and from there Kevin had know things should be easy for him and so it had proved when after having crept upstairs he had found Vicky flat out and almost comatose But Vicky was in her bed and with a black sheet tidily covering her body he knew she had probably just taken a few more tablets than usual in the hope of getting the goods nights sleep which a smiling Kevin thought she probably needed after the visit from Sean Brady!.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind for the moment Kevin had lifted the light satin bed sheet away to discover the Vicky was totally naked underneath, she certainly looked good to Kevin who at another time would have taken full advantage of the situation but ‘lucky for her’ decided Kevin ‘I’m not about to open myself up to another hiding from Tony!’ 

But Kevin decided he would, as always, leave his calling card after breaking into an attractive women’s home and very softy and quietly Kevin slid open the first of the dresser drawers usually containing the items he required. As would have it Kevin only needed to open first for inside the drawer in the dim light before him lay a selection of Vicky’s finest lingerie.  After selecting his usual preferred black color, a satin Bra, a tiny thong and a matching garter belt had all found there way into Kevin’s pocket before he rummaged a little further for these were the drawers in which women usually hid any spare cash, but to Kevin’s surprise it wasn’t the cash he found but the two 8 x 4 photos of Vicky sent to her by Sean.

“Mmmmm very nice, very nice” thought Kevin who having already witnessed Vicky’s beautiful naked body was by then feeling a little horny, but after a moment or two Kevin decided not to risk it and slid the 2 photos back into the bottom of the drawer, thinking

“Well, nothing lasts forever and if I fall foul of Tony or Sean, with me now knowing her little secrets, I can come back and put this baby through her paces any time I like, just as I did with the Dixon bitch!”…………………………

  After Kevin had confirmed to a jubilant Sean that he had seen no comings and goings at Victoria Preston ‘s  house  for  the last three days the pleased as punch Sean sat opposite Tony in his large office and explained to an skeptical Tony that Catherine’s sister Victoria Preston would be joining the “Stable” in a few days time.

The smiling Tony had listened in admiration as Sean had told of the ‘Modeling Contract’ he had left with Vicky basically stating she would, for at least fifty days over the period of that year, make herself available for ‘Modeling Services’ to Sean’s fictional ‘T & S Modeling Agency’ .At the end of this period all of Vicky’s ‘Intellectual Property’, i.e. Photos, DVD’s and Website ownership, would be passed over to her.

‘So your idea is to hire out your new ‘Model’ once a week then for a year Sean, well we’re not short of  wealthy punters who’d love the opportunity of putting a  classy bondage whore like this through  her paces”  Tony had replied as he studied one of Sean’s 8 x 4 photos of Vicky.

“Oh no Tony, after a year she just gets a new contract!”  Sean had replied much to Tony’s amusement before he then went on to advise Sean that one year would be more than enough in  terms of making money from Victoria, that they should ensure she wasn’t ‘spoiled goods’ by overworking her. It may be better, Tony had said, to ‘sell Vicky on to the highest bidder’ once she began to outlive her usefulness. An idea that greatly appealed to his young protégé who then asked Tony 

“Sell her?”  

“At a very specialized auction Sean, no better way to get her off your hands, Vicky Preston quietly disappears, maybe to Asia, Japan perhaps and we get a nice little cash bonus and move on to the next one!     ………….

.        Tony felt a secret admiration toward his handsome young man during Sean’s narration. 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 younger  sister would be an astonishing feat should Sean achieve it. Earlier Tony had given Sean a much sanitized account of his use of Catherine Dixon whilst Sean had been busy with Victoria Preston. 

      So Tony had told Sean 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 also Tony’s slave, for the moment at least, none the less Sean had been more than happy with the contents of the envelope Tony had passed to him. “If this is the result of hours of hard work spent on her back by Catherine Dixon then I’m a happy man”  

          Tony had chuckled at Sean’s joke and knowing that the boy wanted to concentrate on the training of Victoria  Preston himself Tony would keep Sean in the loop, but only as far as he thought advisable. The boy was doing well but was not yet ready to be party to all his secrets or of his conversations with Catherine Dixon who had, it appeared, more than suited the requirements of his friends.

        Photos and DVD recordings of the event had been out of course for these men were all well known and vary wealthy so confidentiality was paramount. As well as rewarding him generously they trusted Tony implicitly. To that end Sean was not yet ready to be given a complete run down of all of Tony’s connections and activities and was aware only that Tony ran the bookshop while producing “underground” story and photographic web sites and publications as a very lucrative sideline.

        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 again. This time though as a special “treat” for Peter’s 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 Father’s “hobby.”  Since then they had consistently pestered their Father for the opportunity to experience such events themselves. Moreover they wanted to record the event on film and preferably using a woman resembling their Mother and so Peter, who would have dearly loved t have provided the real thing had she not been living on another continent had told Tony the beautiful Catherine Dixon fitted that description perfectly! 

        Previously Tony would have used Joan for such occasions but now had Catherine Dixon and without detracting from Joan, Catherine was one hell of a beautiful woman for her age. She 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 Peter would, he was certain, agree that given the nature of this scenario the fee would have be considerably higher than before!  

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Chapter fifteen:

    That evening Victoria Preston lay on sofa 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. Vicky was nursing her second long vodka in one hand while holding a cigarette in the other as she once again viewed the DVD on the large screen TV. . Sipping again at her vodka Vicky realized she was smitten, that after having been beaten, bruised and humiliated she was none the less infatuated and obsessed, obsessed 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 dangerous young thug with the enormous cock as a potential lover.

        “I should have told someone, I 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? But because of Catherine’s son Dan and the awful DVD that was now impossible of course

        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 while recalling Sean’s words. “I own you now Vicky, I own your cunt, your ass, your tits, only I or anyone I choose will fuck you from now on, from now on you will 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.

At that very moment, despite all that had happened to her, the fake pictures and DVD’s the violence and yes, blackmail Vicky would have begged Sean to fuck her and she gasped as an orgasm surged through her but afterward, taking a long slug of her vodka Vicky realized that now her fingers could never ever be enough.   

        Why her? That was still very unclear was just how and why on earth Sean had found her in the first place. Why on earth had he then planned and then executed such a complex dangerous and devious plot to ensnare her.

Certainly her evil little nephew Dan must have assisted him by at least telling Sean about his Aunt Victoria but if it were true that he had done so it must then mean she was still seen to be a very desirable woman, even to young men such as Sean and her nephew Dan. Touching herself again, another orgasm surged through Vicky. 

“If I do make a deal with Sean then no one must ever know, no one, certainly not Catherine, I can 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 he must make sure Dan stays away from me and never tell a living soul about what he did and said to me….’ 

     ……………………………………………………

        At exactly 7.30 that very evening, dressed in the very same black lingerie and tiny dress she had worn the previous evening Catherine obeyed her son’s instructions in first knocking on his door and then, after hearing Dan telling her to come in, entering his bedroom and stood apprehensively just inside the doorway. As she had been told to before her hands were behind her neck while 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 and now having bathed and dressed and she was actually here but once inside 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.

Catherine had noticed 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. But to her astonishment a large framed photograph of herself, lying on her bed fully naked, taken by her husband a couple of years ago, now brazenly adorned her son’s bedside table! “Oh my God,” mouthed Catherine softly.

        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 his Mother whilst he spanked and played with her. Dan was certain his exploring fingers had caused his Mother to orgasm while her whole body was draped over his knee. He knew that whilst she moaned quietly her whole body had suddenly quivered and shaken until she had eventually become still and passive before rising from his lap and without a word had embarrassingly rearranged her clothing before slipping 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 Mother’s 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. His young cock had throbbed to the illicit thought of taking his own naked Mother, there and then.

        Tonight, even though fully dressed, Dan’s eyes burned into his Mother as she stood there with hands on her head and  thought she looked even more beautiful this way. Tonight there would be no look of surprise in her face, tonight, bit by bit; His Mother would slowly reveal her body for him. Watching her son then rise leisurely from his bed and make his way toward her Catherine’s heart hammered the walls of her chest.

        Although he knew full well his desire for her was so very wrong and that he should not be feeling the way he did for Dan his Mother was perfection personified. Dan saw this as being partly the fault of his Mother. After all, even though he had previously jacked off at thoughts of his Mother, naked and bound and gagged it was she who had eventually displayed her weakness to him in allowing Sean and Tom to so easily dominate her that first time, even if he had been a little naughty himself by filming the visit they had arranged through him.

        Dan had fully realized their visit had awakened not only his Mother’s sexual desires but had also brought his own fantasies to life and it seemed to justify his own repressed desire toward his mother. Since that afternoon rarely a day had passed without Dan masturbating to films, pictures or just plain conjured up visions of his Mother Catherine. Still it was never enough and 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 Catherine’s now Dan could sense the willing submissiveness of his Mother. The rapid beating of her heart clearly was visible as was her inability to look him in the eye. So Dan, with 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” a stage further by 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 being fully aware of the possible consequences coming to his room Catharine’s first instinct was to rebel. She wanted to tell Dan she was his own Mother and would do no such thing.

        However, when sensing his Mother’s hesitation Dan crushed any further thoughts of rebellion when adding “Otherwise we shall have a family discussion, perhaps about Kevin or Sean or perhaps where you were last night Mother, maybe 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………………………………………………………

Chapter Sixteen:

        Just after three pm the following afternoon the smiling Tony and Joan stood in the large secret dungeon play room dominating the upper floor of his office suite. The beautiful gagged and naked body of Catherine Dixon was hung upside down. Her wide spread legs secured to a steel spreader bar hauled almost to the playrooms ceiling. Catherine’s shaven mound was clearly visible for all to see. Her hands, cuffed behind her back, flailed around uselessly well above the floor desperately trying to prevent Joan from landing blow after blow from a short leather strap directly onto Catherine’s exposed cunt lips.

The mature blonde beauty was grunting helplessly into the ball gag as time after time as her body shook in multiple orgasm’s caused by not only by Joan’s leather strap  but also the huge vibrating rubber phallus Joan had buried deep inside her vagina before cruelly inserting a smaller vibrating phallus into Catherine’s anus……………………………

        With the events 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. She had to indeed keep the promise she made to herself and try to put an end to the madness now enveloping her entire existence that she had to confront Tony and tell him that never again would she allow herself to be employed as a paid sexual plaything to be used at will by his friends.

      So  with Dan safely off to his school Catherine had bathed then dressed in her now accustomed routine of a little half cup bra, thong and garter belt. And today’s colors of tan stockings, power blue lingerie and a button up light blue dress completing the outfit along with her customary make up. 

Catherine had then driven into town but was now reluctant to spend her “earnings” before confronting Tony as she had planned to do so Catherine had first done a little window shopping before summoning up the courage to confront him

Eventually, trying to dismiss the thought her nemesis Kevin could be hanging around, Catherine had parked her car before making her way inside the small book shop. 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 at the forefront of her mind bit just as Catherine had found on the previous occasion she had wanted to do so, once inside Tony’s office such was the power seeming to radiate from him, she soon found her resolve quickly turning 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 her standing before a sunlight flooded window allowed Tony a perfect vision of her lingerie clad body beneath the light dress.

        Catherine had thought long and hard about her words and of Tony’s possible reaction. that 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. She explained that she was NOT a call girl, NOT a whore, that never again would she allow either Tony or Sean to sweet talk her into agreeing to such acts of depravity and expressed concern that should her husband and family ever discover what had happened that evening her life would be in ruins.

        When Catherine had finished her tirade 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 out with your problem with young Kevin, you in return would help me out of a jam while Joan was laid up with a bad ankle….”  “You agreed to act as hostess for some friends having a current affairs discussion evening and I am sure you will also recall that I said your duties would be to serve drinks and snacks…. Just what “extras” you provided to earn additional reward while there was your own affair, please correct me if I am wrong Catherine but my understanding is that my friends were more than generous toward you and  that you were happy to accept a very large amount of money from them after being driven home Catherine. In fact one of them has specifically asked that you visit him again.”  

        Taken aback, Catherine blushed furiously, this was not what she had expected, and Tony seemed to be implying it had been she 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! That they had 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 was by then thumping in her chest when Tony, with his fingers holding her chin up to his face told her. “A cheap whore you are most certainly not  Catherine…but when you first came here for training  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  Catherine, you have done just that…...”

        Such the aura of power emanating from Tony that Catherine stood nervously still while 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 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 secretary placing her surprisingly strong hands on her shoulders.

        “Oh no, I have plenty of cheap whores, you Catherine are a very expensive whore, my most expensive in fact and  one who appears to have for forgotten her life is no longer her own and that we now own her.” 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, Sean your Master is not here at the moment and so Joan will take you up to the dungeon, there you will learn to accept that fact again and apologize properly to me instead of Sean!.”

        Catherine looked at Tony, wanting, but afraid to 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 dejected yet compliant Catherine looked on while Joan removed her bra, thong, garter and stockings before Joan secured with thick padded leather cuff to her wrists before making the naked 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 was cowering on the floor in helpless foreboding when Joan secured her leather booted ankles to the spreader bar. 

Catherine soon found herself being hauled forward until her widely spread legs left the ground as the winch click clicked away until she was hanging upside down, her head a good three feet from the floor. “Mmmmm, what’s this then?”  Queried Joan when running a finger over Catherine’s little triangle of pubic hair just above her cunts lips, grown there by Catherine in response to Dan’s demand……..

        The appearance of an angry Catherine Dixon in the shop had proved to be an unexpected and pleasurable bonus for Joan as she informed Tony on the office phone that a rather angry Catherine Dixon was demanding to see him for unknown to Catherine, during call Tony had 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 secretary had not forgotten the pleasure the young blonde Mother had provided her with on their first encounter. Now as Catherine hung suspended upside down before her, Joan wasted no time in reacquainting herself with 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 the naked heavy breasted beauty hung there looking down at the floor regretting her stupidity in thinking Tony would actually apologize to her as, 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.

       With the help of the special thigh boots, Catherine, despite her humiliating and degrading position, found she was not in an entirely uncomfortable position and to her amazement she was soon responding to the wonderfully clever ministrations of Joan’s educated mouth and tongue. Catherine’s humiliation had increased tenfold by the eventual presence of Tony who looked on sternly while Catherine helplessly was driven to orgasm time after time due to Joan’s clever sexual manipulation of her body.

  Any lingering doubts Catherine may have harbored soon evaporated for these people really did “own” all of her in mind and body and safe in the knowledge their “slave” would obey them they could and would treat her in whatever manner they wished, that Catherine Dixon, the beautiful suburban Mother of two would enjoy every single moment of the cruel treatment given her. Not only that, she would 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.

       

Even though now fully aware she would most probably once again soon to be subjected to yet more cruel indignities at the hands of complete strangers Catherine knew she would, when given the chance, beg their forgiveness for at that moment such indignities would be a small price to pay for the approval and wonderful attentions of Tony, Sean and now Joan…..

        Engulfed in 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 man’s sperm could taste from another. Whilst her tongue lapped at his sperm Catherine recalled how strange Tony had looked from her upside down position when he had taken his huge erect cock from his pants and placed the throbbing member between her lips and proceeded to fuck her mouth by pulling her head back and forth until his hot cum juices splashed the back of her throat and then dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks then into Catherine’s eyes before eventually Tony had “cleaned” his cock upon her chin. 

       Strung from her ankles and now illuminated by a single spotlight and with vibrators buzzing away in both Catherine’s cunt and anus Tony and Joan had then departed along with Tony’s parting words that whilst he and Joan would now consider their options for her in the comfort of his office, she, Catherine would have plenty of time to consider the error of her ways for she would stay that way until they returned. By then, Tony had assured the aching and defeated blonde beauty, she would most certainly be more than 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 and with Tony’s semen having long since dried around her mouth, nose and eyes Catherine had by then accepted that her punishment had been justified, that hopefully Tony would  very soon return and release her and when he did she would sink to her knees, place her head to his crotch before apologizing to him and begging his forgiveness.

        But suspended there in the semi darkness waiting for Tony, Catherine’s mind could not help but wander back to the events of the previous evening. Her son had told her of how he had stood in the wardrobe of his bedroom and watched his school friend Sean punish her……………………………………………….

        Although in reality it had been no more than twenty seconds since she had knelt on the floor before him it seemed to Catherine that Dan had been looking down upon her kneeling figure for an eternity. Dan’s eyes seemed to be devouring her, burning through her little black dress to her naked body beyond, leaving Catherine feeling very, very concerned about Dan’s intentions.

        “I need to know what it is you want from me Dan,” Catherine had eventually blurted, being unable to contain her anxiety or to cope with Dan’s silence any longer. 

        “It’s simple, what I want from you is from now on is nothing less than the truth about what you have been getting up to Mom to because if you don’t tell me the truth then your going over my knee again”!  Replied Catherine’s son with all the solemnity he could muster.

        “DAN! You must remember I am your Mother... I know… I allowed you to... to, well to spank me, but that was...well… let’s just say it was a silly game between us. But it was wrong Dan, very, very wrong. You must understand that?  God, if your father even suspected such a thing had happened….. I was wrong to allow you to do that to me Dan and I have regretted it ever since. You really must find a girl your own age Dan, you cannot possibly expect me to...to…

        “To what Mother, what is it you expect me to do?”

        Dan’s interruption threw Catherine. How could she possibly tell her son she thought he wanted to fuck her? “Please Dan... Please don’t make things so hard for me. I think we both know what I’m talking about.”

        “Do you mean that I want to do the same things Sean Brady did to you.” replied Dan. 

        Catherine’s eyes widened in total shock, so now it was out in the open, her intuition had been correct and it seemed Dan really was aware of what had been going on between her and Sean. But just how did Dan really know? Mused Catherine, but right then she realized she needed to appease Dan and to take control of the situation, so more and more lies slipped easily from Catherine’s lips.

        “Dan...Please...you must understand when I tell you I was stupid that day, okay I did allow Sean and his friend to cane me but that’s all that happened. It was just a silly game where things got a little out of hand after we spoke about school discipline. But that’s all it was Dan. Sean and his friend apologized and left afterward so I decided not to take things further by complaining to your father.” 

        “I know Sean came to see me again but that time it really was to discuss some educational points Dan and afterward I told Sean it would be best if he didn’t come again. As for young Kevin Smith, well apparently he is no friend of Sean’s and for some reason he called around wanting to know what Sean was doing here. I assume he was thinking maybe he could get me to say something bad about Sean. I had trouble getting him out of the house, but he went eventually, that’s all there is to it Dan.”

        Fully aware of his Mother’s lies, Dan was never the less enjoying her embarrassment, watching his Mother squirm like this was fun. She was his little fish dangling on the end of his line. Three strides and Dan was standing behind Catherine looking down at her clasped hands as well as the harsh rising and falling of her bare breasts beneath her little black dress.

        “So why did you allow Sean into the house again Mother, the day I went for my football training?”

        Unnerved by Dan standing behind her and feeling more and more like a naughty schoolgirl Catherine twisted her head and shoulders round toward him but as she looked up to him with pleading eyes the effect was to make his Mother even more alluring to Dan.

Completely forgetting that the day beforehand Dan had “reminded” her Sean would be visiting her that afternoon Catherine had eventually replied

        “I...I, we… I had no choice he...Sean, came into the house while I was in my bath Dan, he was sitting in the living room when I came down after I had dressed.”

        “But you told me you were expecting Sean that day, he told me himself the day before that you had invited him back for more err, tuition, Mother.”

        “I, well, Sean had pleaded I allow him another opportunity to apologize, I just expected him to knock first but he must have come around the back while I was upstairs, that’s all Dan,” she replied and then Catherine turning away from him. She was shocked to feel Dan laying a riding crop on her shoulder.

        “So did Sean spank you again Mother?” 

        “Dan...Please!” pleaded Catherine

        “Or did he use this on your Mother?” replied Dan, fully intent on crushing his Mother’s resistance.

        Recalling how expertly Sean had used the leather strap upon her Catherine shivered to the familiar feel of the riding crop against her shoulder. “Please… please stop this Dan, why are you doing this to me…. I’m your Mother for heaven’s sake!”

        “Did you agree with Sean that you should be punished in my bedroom Mother, with twelve strokes of this whip, right here in my bedroom?” Demanded Dan after ignoring Catherine’s pleading whilst Catherine shuddered in recollection of the twelve strokes thinking that Sean must surely have told Dan exactly what he had done to his Mother 

        “Dan, please...Sean was lying to you, trying to build himself up, ok Yes, he did try to spank me again but I threw him out, I guess he boasted to Kevin as well about that and that’s why Kevin came around.”  

        “Okay then you can stand up now Mother.”

        .Thinking Dan must have believed her Catherine thankfully eased herself from the bedroom carpet but still with her back to Dan she was then taken aback to find him suddenly lowering the zipper of her dress, fully aware that in doing so he was exposing her braless back all the way down to the tiny elastic of her thong waistband.

        “Please...Dan, no, please don’t do that, you mustn’t…. it’s wrong.” Pleaded Catherine but before she could react and pull herself away Dan had pulled her dress of her shoulders.

        “But you lied to me Mother,” replied Dan before slipping the thin black chiffon down Catherine’s body until the dress lay in a pool around her ankles, leaving her all but naked dressed only in her thong, suspenders and black stockings. Catherine’s first stunned reaction had been to then to pull away from her son but Dan’s strong young hands held her shoulders fast before, to her astonishment, Dan snapped a pair of steel handcuffs around her wrists.

        “Oh my God Dan…. For gods sake no… take those things off... PLEASE!”

        But, ignoring his Mother’s pleading Dan continued. “You see I know Sean whipped you here in my room because I watched him doing it Mother, you see after Sean’s first visit I was curious…..I didn’t go to football training that day and Instead crept back into the house, I never really believed Sean when he said he wanted to be a teacher because most people know he’s going into the family business, So I wanted to find out what he was really up to, well, I found out that day!” 

        Catherine shoulders sagged in despair; it was clear to her that Dan must have suspected something from Sean and Tom’s first visit,  that was why he had acted so strangely since then. But at least her fears that Dan was in cahoots with Sean had so far proved to be unfounded.

For that alone Catherine was at least thankful, the thought that he own son could have used his own Mother as  bait for the perverted intentions of  himself and Sean Brady would have been unbearable for her. But this discovery bought with it the worry of just what Dan indented to do with his knowledge and Catherine’s whole body suddenly shook for if Dan had indeed witnessed some of those things Sean did to her that afternoon then the repercussions didn’t bear thinking about.

        “Turn toward me Mother,” said Dan interrupting Catherine’s train of thought.

        “For pity’s sake…please don’t make me do that Dan” whispered the trembling Catherine,

        “Either you do as I say or we tell Dad and the rest of the family and I’m sure Auntie Victoria would love to hear about what you have been up to with my school friends.”

        This was madness, total madness. Dan was actually blackmailing her! Catherine knew she should run from her son’s room and then throw herself on the mercy of her husband and family but…but………

        And of course I’m sure Sean and Tom’s parents would be most interested in what you have being doing with their boys...”

        This stunned Catherine even more. The shame on her family caused by her initial simple failure to resist those two dominant boys would tear the family apart. Not to mention all their long held friendships. Knowing her son seemed more than capable of carrying out his threats Catherine slowly turned to face Dan realizing that for the time being at least, he held her in the palm of his hand.

        God, have I created a monster? When did he grow up? And how did I not notice the change in him?

        All Catherine could do now was stand all but naked and handcuffed before Dan and listen to her son continue his ever-increasing humiliation of her until, until there came his inevitable demands of her. Then Catherine would decide what she must do...one way or the other.

        But by then, with the addition of these handcuffs, and with her near nudity, Dan’s humiliation of his Mother was becoming increasingly sexual in its nature and Standing only a Foot or so from his Mother, Dan’s sixteen year old cock had almost burst from his pants at seeing Catherine’s beautiful almost naked body once again. There was no doubt in Dan’s young mind that her tiny thong combined with the black stockings and suspenders served only to enhance his Mother’s mature beauty. And those breasts those oh so fantastic breasts, with their large pink nipples, held high and firm with his Mother having her hands behind her back made Dan’s groin ache to bursting point.

        Catherine almost jumped from her skin to see Dan first hold the riding crop before her eyes and then place its soft leather tip against her nipple ring.

        “I really do like the nipple ring, it suit’s you well Mother, but you lied to me in your bathroom. Sean arranged to have it done for you, didn’t he?”

        Since the “Ringmaster” had fitted the gold nipple ring to Catherine, her nipples seemingly needed no excuse to harden at the slightest touch, causing her cunt to juice and throb. To her despair but to Dan’s delight today was no exception as his Mother’s already large nipples involuntarily grew to huge proportions before his eyes. Desperately trying to ease her wrists from the cold steel cuffs Catherine prayed silently, “Oh my God, please, please don’t let my body betray me.”

        “I, I really had thought about it for some time Dan, maybe Sean did mention it but it was my own idea, really.”

        “So you did show it to him then Mother, you showed him your tits and the nipple ring?”

        Catherine realized her son had trapped her, how devious and clever he had become!

        “I, well, yes Dan.”

        “When?”

        “Oh God, on, well the same day you were supposed to be at football training.”

        “Well I saw your tits that day as well Mother and you didn’t have a nipple ring then so was Sean there when the ring was put into your nipple?”

        For a moment Catherine was dumbstruck, how could she have been so stupid. “Oh...I’m sorry, I forgot, this is making me so nervous he must have been I suppose.”

        “So it was his idea then?” 

        “Yes,” replied Catherine softy resigned to the fact her son seemed far cleverer than she had ever given him credit.

        Suddenly, before Catherine could react, Dan’s fingers had taken her nipple and pushing back on the gold ring, softly rolled the already hardened nub between finger and thumb.

        Catherine knew she should brush Dan’s hand away had she been able to, but she complied with his demand she remain still. Then involuntarily, just as had happened with Sean, Tony, Joan, and the three middle aged men, Catherine knew she was again fast becoming trapped into the web of forbidden erotic pleasure Dan was obviously weaving around her and she was unable to prevent a low moan of pleasure while her own son played, first with her ringed nipple and then, when satisfied with his Mother’s compliance, taking her other nipple in his other hand to play with both together, the combined effects of which, Catherine knew as she closed her eyes,,  would certainly push her pleasure over the edge on toward an orgasm.  But then Dan was speaking again and Catherine’s eyes flew open in surprise.

        “I was in the wardrobe when I first saw you Mother. You were almost naked and Sean was leading you into my room wearing a leather collar attached to a dog leash Sean was holding. Your red bra was around your waist and just like now you were handcuffed and you were gagged. I guess Sean had bought that red ball gag with him as well as the other stuff but your tits looked really great with those metal clamps Sean must have put on your nipples.”

        Had not Dan’s somehow skilful fingers been toying with her nipples then maybe, just maybe, Catherine would have reacted and perhaps, even though handcuffed, have managed flee the room but just as had happened with Tony, Catherine’s mind was floating away on a raft of pleasure, throbbing deep inside and helplessly closing her eyes She groaned in pleasure and as her legs almost buckled beneath her as her body responded to Dan’s ministrations. Catherine knew that if he didn’t stop toying with her nipples she would very soon orgasm right there.

        “I saw him blindfolded and heard Sean telling you how he would punish you Mother. I watched him taking off your red bra and then throw it in the corner. I heard him saying you were his slave and I watched you nod your head when he asked if you deserved to be punished, just as I am going to punish you now.”

        As Dan released her nipples while she was on the verge of an orgasm, Catherine’s reaction as her son then eased her into kneeling position up on his bed his bed was one of resigned compliance. After all, Dan had punished her before, but of course this time she would be almost naked when he did. Still she was taken aback when Dan, releasing one nipple, produced from his pocket the tiny red satin thong for which his Mother had so desperately searched his room.

        So now she knew, Dan had been hiding her underwear all the time!

        “This is yours Mother, the one you searched for in here, in my room. I watched Sean take it off you before he licked your cunt and ass, now you can kneel there while I put it on for you.”

        As shocked as she was to hear her son describing her most intimate of areas in such a vulgar fashion Catherine had little option but to obey Dan. So with little choice in the matter, Catherine looked down as Dan’s fingers pulled down on the black elastic of the tiny thong. Her large breasts were swaying under Dan’s watchful gaze she wobbled on the bed. Fully aware of the erotic peep show she was providing for her son, Catherine eased her knees up in turn, allowing Dan to remove the tiny garment. She was fully aware her cunt lips would be glistening with her own moisture and fully visible to him beneath her shaven pubic mound. She tried as best she could to retain some form of dignity while Dan then reversed the process and dressed his Mother in the tiny red thong.

        But as Catherine belatedly realized the whole thing would be a pointless exercise. If she were to turn her back on Dan for her bottom and cunt lips would, she knew, be even more on display to her son. A very thin strip of black elastic between her bum cheeks would serve only to heighten her nudity. Completing the task Dan had given her; Catherine looked up at her son with pleading tearful eyes and then begged her son to reconsider.

“Please, please stop this now Dan, stop this and take off these handcuffs.”

        “Maybe I will if you behave yourself Mother, but right now, one way or the other I am going to punish you for lying to me. Whatever I decide after that will happen whether you want it or not, now turn around before I whip your tits instead!”

        Catherine could scarcely believe her sixteen year old son was being harsh with her Just where did he learn to be so...so, oh God, so dominant. Certainly this new mature dominant Dan would not hesitate to use the horse crop on her breasts. Catherine eventually capitulated and turned away from her son before awkwardly and ashamedly lowering her face into the bedspread. Now her bottom and cunt lips were now fully exposed to Dan’s inquisitive and joyous gaze. Her only defense now was the hope he would allow her to keep her thighs, knees and ankles pressed as tightly together as they now were.

        “Christ...I’ve actually done it!” thought Dan, looking at the glorious spectacle of his all but naked Mother now presented to him. With her “cuffed wrists” making any attempts to cover herself was totally futile. The very thin strip of elastic buried now between her buttocks and cunt lips served only to heighten Catherine’s exposure and how he would enjoy pulling the elastic aside. 

        In his heart Dan had never really believed he would get this far. Sure, his Mother had a lot to hide and he already knew most of it, seen most of it. He had been here at home when Sean visited. Had seen into that strange bookshop dungeon and when Kevin Smith had either fucked or raped her in her bedroom. That being an event she, his forty two year old Mother had, as far as he knew, said not a word about. But was there was more, what about the other evening. Just what had she been doing? Dan thought his Mother must be hiding something far more damaging and determined he would discover exactly what that was.

        Suddenly Catherine felt the tip of the leather horse crop pushing against the entrance of her moist cunt lips and as her handcuffed wrists swatted uselessly downward, Catherine pleaded, “NO, please Dan……….. Don’t do that………please!”

        Dan’s reply was to take the crop away but seconds later Catherine’s bottom was stinging with a harsh blow from the riding crop, causing her to squeal to the sudden stinging sensation.

        “Sean did that twelve times to your bottom then he licked your cunt and ass Mother, so I’m going to keep whipping your ass until you ask me to do the same!” 

        “NO!” cried Catherine”...I’ll never do that...you mustn’t do this to me Dan!”

        Dan laid a second harder blow from the crop, this time just below Catherine’s bottom at the top of her thighs. This caused his beautiful mature Mother to scream out in pain and topple over where she tried to curl herself up into a ball. However this only caused Dan to lay the crop across her naked shoulders causing Catherine to squeal to even greater pain. With Dan’s bed pushed against the wall there was nowhere to hide. No way could she scrabble away, so turning back toward Dan, Catherine pleaded with her son.” PLEASE DAN, please Stop, you’re hurting me!”

        But Dan was far too close to realizing his most extreme fantasy to allow his Mother to escape no matter how much he had to hurt her. So bringing up the riding crop he landed another blow on the helpless Catherine. This time though the crop was aimed square across one of his Mother’s large exposed breasts just above her nipple, causing Catherine’s whole body to jerk in a spasm of searing pain.

        “Get back on your knees and spread your legs Mother, it won’t be so bad that way!” 

        Catherine’s options were no options at all really, to either remain on her son’s bed like this, helpless and handcuffed, taking yet more unbearable blows from the crop, or face up to having her whole existence implode and face a life of shame.

        So with great reluctance Catherine again eased herself up onto a kneeling position before her son Dan and when he tapped her inner thigh with the riding crop, it was with feeling of great shame that she gradually parted her legs until Dan was satisfied with her position. Catherine was trembling in apprehension and consoled only by thoughts that her bottom must surely be far more suited than her large breasts for Dan’s punishing riding crop………………………

For a while Dan really had thought his Mother, even handcuffed as she, was about to flee his room but it seemed she had not worked out that Dan could hardly “spill the beans” without his own involvement being discovered.

Not only that but very likely there would be severe repercussions for him from the likes of Sean and Kevin, both of whom would undoubtedly give him the beating of his life should he sell them out to his father and their parents. Maybe his Mother would work it out for herself eventually but by then it would be far too late for her to escape Dan’s clutches. His handcuffing of his Mother had been a real risk but one worth taking. With her almost naked bottom swaying deliciously as she wriggled her arms from side to side she looked absolutely fantastic, this was by far the sexiest display Dan had seen in his short life but looking at his watch to see it was now nearly eight o’clock he realized time was now short, he’d best get on with it. 

        Humiliatingly Dan made his Mother count each blow from the horsewhip as he punished his Mother’s buttocks with zeal and relish. On the DVD he had watched Sean doing exactly the same thing so many times but now, with his young cock was almost bursting through his jeans.  He was experiencing firsthand the thrill of punishing his wriggling, squirming, yelping, yet often softly moaning Mother’s bottom; it was the greatest moment of his young life.

        One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...on and on Catherine pitifully counted as Dan left a good few seconds between each blow to allow her punishment to “sink in.” He also carefully moved his aim closer and closer toward Catherine’s glistening mound, lessening the severity as he did so. Dan knew it was highly unlikely his Mother would actually ask him to lick her but that didn’t matter and After the twelfth stroke he reached toward Catherine’s lower back and hooked the thin elastic of her thong with his finger, pulling it aside and out from between her buttocks before pushing the tip of the riding crop just into the entrance of Catherine’s very moist cunt lips.

        “Oh my God,” moaned Catherine but made no effort to pull away.

        As he pushed a little harder Dan sensed Catherine pushing herself back a little whilst softly emitting long low moans of pleasure. He could clearly saw little rivulet’s of moisture running down her cunt lips and aware his Mother was obviously on the verge of orgasm, Dan pushed a little more and after watching the tip of his riding crop easily disappear into the void between her cunt lips, began a slow sawing motion in and out of Catherine’s love hole.

        “Oh my lord...Ohhhhhhhh...aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” she cried.

        “From now on you will tell me everything Mother, everywhere you go, everything you are going to do, everything that is done to you, you will tell me about. Understand?”

        “Oooooohhh...oh... Christ yes...ok...yes Dan!”

        With his erection now almost at bursting point Dan unzipped himself and pulled out his throbbing young cock while at the same time pulling the riding crop from within his Mother’s soaking love hole and unable to contain himself began feverishly rubbing up and down on his cock before lowering his head and pushing out his tongue to nestle it between his Mother’s cunt lips. Tasting her sweet milky nectar, for a long moment Dan remained there, his tongue not moving, not daring to move, such was the magnitude of what he had just done.

        “On my God...noooooo...don’t...ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” cried Catherine.

        With another long low moan Catherine began moving, pushing herself against Dan’s tongue and then he was truly exploring her as his tongue pushed aside his Mother’s cunt lips, searching for and finding the hard little button he had read so much about. All this was bringing long groans of pleasure from Catherine while Dan feverishly massaged his dick.  Then suddenly, without warning, warm juices began flooding from within Catherine’s love box, spilling out through her cunt lips and onto Dan’s tongue.

        “Oh...oh...oh...God, don’t stop Dan...Don’t stop that,” cried Catherine.

        While he himself feverishly rubbed back and forth on his throbbing cock, Dan’s tongue probed and pushed against her clitoris before, “Ooooohhhhhhhhh I’m Cumming, oh dear God help me...oh God I’m Cumming,” cried Catherine Dixon. Before just moments later the extension telephone on Dan’s bedside table began to ring.

        Hi Dad, how’s it going?”

        Catherine could not believe it, the world had gone mad. Her son Dan had just answered the phone to her husband James whilst his own naked Mother knelt handcuffed on his bed with her upraised bottom facing him whilst unbelievably his fingers had caressed her love button as he continued a conversation with his Father!

. Shaken rigid, Catherine wondered just what sort of monster she had created and could not believe that Dan was managing to sound so casual while she herself was so utterly helpless, unable to move or make a sound less James hear her and suspect something. Oh God, suspect what?

        “Sure I’m looking after Mum, don’t I always when you are away Dad,” replied Dan to his Father’s obvious question just as he slipped his four fingers deep inside Catherine’s soaking wet love box. Catherine squeezed her legs together, slumping down upon her stomach in a desperate attempt to escape Dan’s prying fingers and put an end to this lunacy, but seemingly unconcerned, Dan simply sat on his bed next to his squirming Mother and continued to hold his fingers inside Catherine before  suddenly shocking her to the core when saying. “Sure thing Dad, hang on while I go get Mom.”

Eventually Dan reluctantly withdrew his fingers from Catherine’s sopping love box stood and standing from where he sat on the bed next to Catherine walked across to the door before shouting theatrically, “Hey Mom, Dad’s on the phone for you!” as his naked Mother desperately scrambled up from Dan’s bed, mouthing urgent silent pleas to her son to release her handcuffs.         But Dan had other ideas after realizing his Mother’s silence was an obvious sign she had no intention of informing his Father of her demise and placing the telephone handset to her ear he t stepped back a little and motioned Catherine to get down on her knees.

        “Hey, Mum’s just coming Dad, she’s had a busy day, I Guess she’s almost on her knees.”

        It was all Dan could do not to laugh aloud at his cruel joke at the expense of his furious yet compliant Mother who without a clue as to what else she could possibly do sank to her knees trying not to look at her son’s erect young cock whilst Dan had other ideas realizing James would as usual, have rung the private line in their bedroom before the house phone and so quickly thought up an excuse as Dan held the phone to her ear.

        “Hi James” Catherine began breathlessly and when her husband asked her where she had been, she told him the first lie.

“Sorry, I guess I lost track of time, I thought the spare room needed a good clean and just got carried away and didn’t hear the phone ringing.” Although it was obvious her husband had no idea his wife was at that moment handcuffed and naked whilst kneeling before his son in his bedroom, Catherine was none the less desperate James should have no inkling of this and so when asked why she sounded so breathless another lie tripped  easily from Catherine’s tongue, as. While looking up at Dan with pleading eyes she said to her husband, “Yes James. I was upstairs and Dan was down here in the lounge and so he answered the phone. I’m out of breath from rushing down here to speak to you.”

        Then James could have been saying anything to Catherine for astonishingly Dan’s hand had encircled circling his cock and she was watching in part horrified, part fascinated fascination as her son, after pulling back his foreskin to expose an enormous reddish plum shaped head began slowly masturbating himself.  Mesmerized by her son’s seemingly nonchalant display of his newly acquired manhood Catherine was barely aware of her husband telling her he would be required to work the weekend and therefore be unable to return home this week and simply stared in dumb struck fascination, unable to avert her eyes as the obvious signs of creamy pre come juices seeped from within the small slit at the tip of Dan’s cock whilst Dan unashamedly continued to pleasure himself before her.

        Catherine was somehow managing to hold some form of conversation with her husband but was stunned to find she was wishing her husband would put an end to their seemingly irrelevant chit chat and ask to speak with Dan again, for these days it seemed to be to their children he spoke the most, but then, to her astonishment Dan had suddenly leant forward and had placed the hot throbbing tip of his cock, wet with his pre come, only millimeters from Catherine’s lips!.......................................................      

        Closing her eyes in the gloom of the ‘playroom Catherine’s mind once again visualized her son’s rampant young cock before her she stared in awe and fascination at the organ she herself had created. If only… if only… If only James had told her he was coming home. If only he hadn’t told her how tired he was and needed to take a long bath. If only he hadn’t ended the conversation.

        If only she had just fled the room at that moment instead of thinking that her son’s organ was so much bigger than that of James. That it’s velvety looking skin looked so young and beautiful and wonder if she was the first female to study this amazing monster? If only she hadn’t suddenly become overwhelmed with an all consuming desire to just, just for one teeny moment, taste him, to be the first to do so.

        If only she hadn’t leant forward, drawn like a magnet toward the pre cum juice seeping from Dan’s cock. If only Dan hadn’t inched forward until his silky sweet smelling plum like head touched her lips. Then she may, just may have not parted her lips and moved them over that throbbing organ before snaking out her tongue to take and taste and swallow that wonderful salty creamy nectar……………………………………………

Unable to see a thing past the harsh glare of the spotlight shining directly at her Catherine’s reflections were suddenly brought back to a halt when she heard rather than saw footsteps approaching her before suddenly warm fingers were running over and then slightly squeezing the skin around her pubis, before Catherine tried to identify a voice she had heard before declare.

“Oh Yes, no problem there Joan and of course I’m already familiar with the other areas!”

An hour or so later,  holding a long dig leash attached to her leather collar, Joan, with the liberal use of a cane upon her buttocks ,  was directing an otherwise completely naked Catherine as she crawled on all fours back inside Tony’s office.  Another two taps of the cane eventually bought the naked blonde beauty to a stop beside Tony’s huge leather chair. With more guidance from Joan’s cane Catherine spread her knees wide apart and raised herself up onto her haunches and placing linking her hands together at the back of her neck stared respectfully up at Tony who with a slow smile was nodding down at Catherine.

“Very nice Joan, as always a good job”

Keeling there before Tony, Catherine’s mind was reeling in shocked surprise and amazed awe for without any thought of asking for her own consent they had simply used her body as an obvious demonstration of their ownership of her.

“They certainly look the part Joan, gold rings of that size are very expensive but I think this is worth it” continued Tony as his fingers reached down to toy for a moment with the large gold rings coupled by little gold balls, each about the size of his thumb, now adorning both of Catherine’s nipples before moving on down to toy with a single gold ring of equal size the ringmaster had slipped into Catherine’s newly pierced skin surrounding her pubis. The whole effect was to display a stunning triangle of Gold between Catherine’s cunt and nipples, all of which would, when her piercing healed, be connected by a padlocked gold chain complete with identification tag! 

After the ‘Ringmaster’ had completed his task upon her body Joan had first secured a padded leather collar and dog leash around her neck before leading the stunned yet compliant Catherine across the dungeon to stand before the huge wall size mirror. There, studying her new piercing and gold rings, Catherine’s emotions were in a state of utter turmoil. Feelings of anger, embarrassment and humiliation all fought her bizarre sensation of pride toward her gold ringed naked body.

Certainly the extra piercing’s had not been painful, the skill of the ringmaster had ensured that and even though mortified at the manner in which, without a word to her, they were using her body Catherine had none the less experienced a  certain sense of pride when he had informed Joan. “, These are the largest rings I could find Joan  so It’s just as well her nipples are as big and perky as they are, they are the best I’ve ever seen no matter in fact, even on girls half this ones age”

“Oh my God mistress Joan, how on earth can I display my body to…….Sean,…or anyone, Wearing these things”? Catherine had finally ventured after almost saying ‘Dan’ instead of Sean whilst forgetting entirely about her husband

“Sean has been contacted and was in full agreement with Master Tony Catherine; your gold rings cost a small fortune and you should consider yourself very fortunate to have had such a great deal of money lavished upon you, it is a sign of just how much value we place upon you Catherine and you in turn must now put an end to such silly ideas that you are still somehow free to do as you wish and accept once and for all that we own you now”

Whilst relaying this statement of fact to Catherine Joan’s finger strayed to and toyed with both Catherine’s nipple rings and clit ring as she continued

“Over the next week or so you will follow the ringmasters instructions and apply the spray to your nipples and clit five times daily, sleep with a full padded bra but without panties and soon your clitty will become extremely sensitive to the touch as will your nipples of course… your next assignment is in a few weeks time and your nipples and clitty will be healed by then…..  the simple fact is that  every last part of you belongs to us Catherine, whenever and wherever we want it and you really must not show your naked body to anyone without our permission………. do you understand what I am saying Catherine?”

Catherine’s whirlwind of emotions had by then subsided to an unenthusiastic acceptance that Joan was indeed correct, they really did own her. Although fully aware the very notion should have terrified her, Catherine, yet again unable to deny those sexual stirrings surfacing to Joan’s silken touch, really did now understand she was indeed their property and would remain so until such time as they no longer required her.

“Yes Mistress Joan…………I really understand that I am your property and that you own me”

“That’s better, now then young lady, lets have you on your knees, its time for Master Tony to tell you all about your next assignment”   Joan then informed Catherine, leaving the busty mature blonde beauty feeling like a naughty yet very excited school girl!

                                           End of Part Thee

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