Chapter One - Hard Times

 

 

 

“What?” Ethan muttered.

 

The man on the other end of the phone replied, “Yes, I’m afraid to tell you Mr MacDonald, that you have reached the limit on your credit card. That means, until you can pay off a minimum of £1,000, you will not be able to use this credit card”.

 

Ethan sat back and scratched his head in bewilderment. He was already deeply in debt after making some poor “life” decisions, and this was the last credit card available to him.

 

Now with no income, no credit, no job – the only thing he could do was to find almost any type of work which would hopefully pay enough to let him finally begin to reduce the debt.

 

“Okay,” Ethan said. “I’ll see what I can do”. He then put the phone down – banged it down in sheer frustration!

 

He sat for a few moments gathering his thoughts, not sure what to do next, not sure where to turn, not sure about anything, really.

 

“How did I manage to get into this mess? And more to the point – how the hell am I going to get out of it?”

 

No matter what mistakes he had made to get into the financial mess he was now in, he surely had to get something moving along to change his circumstances. And the best way to start the ball rolling was to give a few friends a call and see if they knew of any jobs available in the locality.

 

After all, this was Glasgow, in Scotland. A decent sized city – over a million people, many jobs available, and even though he was not the most highly qualified individual in the world, he did have some academic credentials in landscaping. “Time to put those to good use,” he thought.

 

He picked up the phone, checked out the list of friends in his diary along with corresponding telephone numbers, and began to dial…

 

“Hey Anne, how’s things? Do you happen to know of anyone who needs a landscaper or gardener? I’m really desperate right now, so I don’t really mind how much the pay is, or the terms and conditions either for that matter. Ah, you don’t. Well, okay, no worries, I’ll give Lorraine a call and see if she should know anyone, thanks Anne!”

 

Okay, one down, just another 999 to go… or so it felt.

 

“Hey Lorraine, how’s things? Good, good! Tell me, do you know of anyone who’s looking for something like a landscape gardener or maybe just a gardener or odd-job man? No? Okay, no problem. If you hear about someone or something, then do keep me in mind, dear, thanks! Yeah, I have some issues to deal with Lorraine, so I’m getting pretty desperate. Yeah, nothing new, you got that right! Okay honey, keep good!”

 

Two down, just 998 to go… or so it felt.

 

“Jay – what’s up dude? Keeping well? No, I have some problems with money right now and I’m desperate to find a job. Happen to know of anything?  Yeah – like in landscaping or gardening or even odd-job type of thing like a handy-man, you know the score, Jay. Ah geez – you don’t? Okay mate, no worries. Keep me in mind though if you hear about something – I’m really getting desperate. How much debt am I drowning in? Too much! About £15,000.Yeah, I know it’s a lot – you don’t have to tell me man! I’m finding it hard to sleep these nights.  Okay cool, do keep me in mind, bro, thanks!”

 

Over and over, time and time again, even after calling 12 friends, no one had any help to offer, other than words of comfort, which were not really much comfort at all.

 

“Boy, this is really depressing! What am I gonna do? Time for a call to Kat”.

 

“Hey babe, wassup? Fancy going out for a drink? Yeah, yeah, I know I still owe you from the last time, but I’m outta cash and soon will be thrown outta my house if I don’t find some money fast! Cool, cool babe! I’ll meet you at 7 – in an hour. Where d’you wanna go tonight? Sneeky Pete’s Wine Bar it is then – see you in about an hour, thanks honey!”

 

“Great! At least I can drown my sorrows in a few pints of the good stuff!” Ethan thought.

 

An hour later and Ethan was already at Sneeky Pete’s Wine Bar, ready and waiting for his friend to show up. He looked around the bar – not overly busy, but there were some super hot babes sitting just over to the right. One had long brown hair, big eyes, pretty smile, while the other was a blonde – natural blonde or false – Ethan could never tell – only girls and gay men seem to be able to tell these sorts of things.

 

“Oh my God – she’s gorgeous!” And she smiled at me? She smiled at me! I’m in! But – I can’t even buy her a drink. I can’t even afford to buy her a single drink. I hate money!!”

 

He looked towards the doorway to see if Kat was hopefully on her way in. “What’s the point of chatting up a hot babe when I can’t even offer to buy her a drink?” he thought. Kat came through the door just at the right moment, looking as good as ever. “Why does she even want to spend time with me? She’s sexy, she’s gorgeous, she’s got a great career, and yet what do I have?”

 

“Hey honey, great to see you! You look fantastic… as always,” Ethan chuckled.

 

She was wearing what appeared to be a designer cocktail dress under her coat. “Hey, is that a new dress you’re wearing?” Ethan asked.

 

“Yup – well spotted. Its an Oscar De La Renta. You like?”

 

“You bet I like! I like all your stuff. But then, maybe that’s cos you are in it, darling,” Ethan said mockingly, although he meant every word.

 

“Kat always looked gorgeous, but she liked to hear everyone actually say it. I mean, I guess most women like to be told they look hot. And no doubt most men appreciate it too, truth be told,” Ethan pondered.

 

Kat had long dark straight hair that reached past shoulder length. Her eyes were dark brown in colour, with speckles of green. Her nose was long, but thin and elegant, her high cheek bones adding to her elegant appearance. She stood around 5 foot 6 inches. Her figure was to die for – she regularly worked out at the gym and you could tell that she did so. Her breasts were large, but firm. Her trim waistline actually helping to accentuate her chest even more.

 

“Hey Ethan, what’s going down with you? It’s been such a long time since I last saw you… I mean, what… one week ago, was it? And funny – it was me who was buying all the drinks on that night too. Here we go again then! Tell me – why do I need your friendship?” she laughed.

 

To be honest, Ethan did not truly know why, but she liked him and liked him a lot, even though he was almost always begging from her for one thing or another. How degrading, but heck – she was happy to always oblige, so he had little to lose here.

 

“She’d be near-perfect as my wife,” he thought. “As if!”

 

For many women, Ethan had this “cute thing” going on. He came across as the sort of guy who needs to be mothered. He sure did need to be mothered right now – mothered to get himself out of the messy situation he was in!

 

“Well, Kat, you need my friendship because ye're deeply in love with me. And that’s why you need my friendship, right?”

 

“Bingo! I do love you, and I want you in my bed right this moment,” she scoffed.

 

“I bet you do, lover girl!” Ethan replied, in an equally scoffing manner.

 

“Let’s get us some drinks honey, I sure do need a drink right now, I can tell you! Bartender,” she called…“Hi, can you get my friend a pint of Guinness please, and I’ll have a Long Island Tea, thanks!” She turned back to Ethan.

 

“Gee Kat, on the hard stuff straight off the bat today, are we?” Ethan said.

 

“Yeah, guy,” she quaffed, “I’ve had a hard day at work and I could use the pump-me-up, know what I mean? Well, I guess you don’t know what I mean cos you just sit at home all day doing, erm, nothing much,” she laughed.

 

“Honey, you are cruel! I know I’m in the shit right now, but I’m trying to put things straight”.

 

“You are trying, are you? Just how hard are you willing to try?” Kat asked.

 

“Well, I’m even willing to get back into my old game – landscaping would be good or even just basic gardening, or how about a handy-man – a do it all sorta guy…”

 

Kat replied “Should have told me dude – my Aunt is looking for a guy to help her with her garden – you know, the rich Aunt that lives on the east side of the city, going out towards Edinburgh.”

 

“She is, is she?” Ethan was suddenly really interested, but this time around it was not due to the hot girls in the bar! “Well, can you perhaps put my name forward to her, Kat? You know I’m desperate and I’ll do whatever she needs me to do. Anything!”

 

“Anything?” Kat asked, with a mocking and somewhat quizzical look on her face.

 

“Yup, anything at all, no joke!” Ethan replied.

 

“Well, okay, I’ll ask her. You do know she’s regarded as a real task master, don’t you?” Kat said.

 

“What d'you mean?” Ethan retorted.

 

“What I mean is, when she was married to Uncle Tom, she had him totally and entirely at her beck and call. I mean… he was always running around trying to please her and keep her happy. Some people even said that he was her sex slave.” Kat laughed. “Not that they know much at all. But its true that he adored her, and she used to walk all over poor Uncle Tom. Probably literally too and while wearing spikey high heels just for added kicks.”

 

Ethan’s interested was really piqued now. Really, really piqued!

 

“Sex slave, Kat? You mean like he did stuff in bed to make her happy or what?”

 

“Well yeah, and more than that, I would imagine. Like, real kinky stuff – I think my Aunt Jane has a proper fucking kinky side to her character, although she tends to keep it well hidden when she’s with the family, as you would expect. There’s something about her that suggests she’s got ulterior desires, if that makes any sense.”

 

Ethan replied, “ulterior desires, like what do you mean?” He was naïve about this sort of thing, like many 25 year olds would be.

 

“Ethan, you must know what I mean” Kat said. “I’ve heard from some folks that she’s well up for the handcuffs style sex scene. I’ve heard she’s got a collection of whips and God only knows what else – various toys, but I don’t think they would be toys in the proper sense of the word – my Aunt would not use toys – she’d be much more focused on the real hardware. Or should I say – the real hardcore” Kat laughed.

 

“Oh fuck, Kat!” Ethan exploded, “You are telling me your Aunt Jane is a… sadist… is what you are saying here?”

 

“That’s what I heard. It’s only what I heard, I’m not saying it’s the truth. You know how folks can be – they chat and the chat turns to be gossip, and the gossip gets spread around. For all I know she’s a fine lady with proper morals and scruples and that’s it, end of story!”

 

“Sounds like a fine lady to me – my sorta woman!” Ethan laughed.

 

“Well, you best be careful what you wish for Ethan MacDonald. Because as you know, wishes can and do come true!” Kat replied.

 

“That sounds ominous darling, now let’s drink to your Aunt’s good health, shall we?”

 

“Here’s to my Aunt Jane!” Kat toasted.

 

“Cheers to your Aunt Jane!”

 

Fact is, even though Kat was intent on warning Ethan that her Aunt was a slave driver, for want of a better term of expression, not only did Ethan desperately need some work, but he was also and definitely intrigued by this lady called Aunt Jane.

 

“It may seem a bit odd, but there's something, erm, attractive about women who are dominant.” Ethan thought. “Women who know exactly what they want in life, and they also know just how to get it too! I mean, you hear about men who are in very high profile jobs – at the top of the tree – earning vast salaries, and in control of thousands of employees. But yet, they have this other side to them. A side that NEEDS to be dominated by an attractive individual – be that a woman, or a man.”

 

“Ethan, Ethan, are you still with me?” Kat asked with an inquisitive look on her face. “You seem to have drifted off for a moment. What – are you fantasizing about my Aunt Jane or something like that? You’re such a naughty boy, Ethan MacDonald, which is probably why I love you so much” she laughed. “Now, get that down you and let’s get another. No harm in starting the night with a bang, is there”.

 

“What sort of bang do you mean, my darling Kat?” Ethan sneered back at her. “I know you want me in your bed, but now you have competition – your Aunt sounds like she’s a real hottie!”

 

“I think you got that right on both counts, babe,” Kat sneered back. “My desire for you is effervescent and ever-growing, but you are right – my Aunt’s desire for a young stud like you could put me in the shadows,” she laughed. “I’ll no doubt be second best to Aunt Jane! Cheers, Ethan – get it down you, man!”

 

“Effervescent and ever-growing – what does that mean? Remember, I’m the guy who's struggling in life, and you are the clever one here, so you have to keep on my level where our conversation is concerned,” Ethan smiled.

 

“Well, ever-growing - you know what that means, right? Means that the longer I know you, and the more I know about you, the deeper I fall in love with you, know what I mean, stud?” she jibbed. “And effervescent – well, that means something like this - my love for you will persist even though you are a fucking disaster, LOL.”

 

“Cheers and let’s drink to that!” Ethan sniggered.

 

Kat was great fun, and he really did love her. How could he not – she would do pretty much anything for him – even spend a small fortune in a posh wine bar in central Glasgow just so she had his company for the night. But, this Aunt Jane – she already had a grip on his attention and intentions, though he had never even met her.

 

“Isn’t it odd how you can be drawn to certain types of people merely because of your fantasies?” he thought. “I mean, how can you fall in love with someone – or, perhaps in this case – something – just because of your own fantasy world? Totally primitive that is! Foolish young man that I am, but I know what attracts me the most where women are concerned.”

 

The night progressed. Ethan got drunk on Guinness, and then moved on to straight single malt whiskies. Lagavulin single malt, to be exact. Kat also got out of her head drunk, as she always did when they were out on the binge together.

 

After the night was done in terms of drinking excessively, they got a taxi back to Kat’s place and the night was complete.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two – Kat Goes Dom

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Chapter One – A Sad Goodbye

Everything went smoothly and swiftly. Thursday night came and went, and Kat and Ethan had a great time together – as they always did - in Jamieson’s Bar in central Glasgow, Scotland.

Saturday morning and Kat delivered Ethan to her Aunt Jane’s for 9am sharp so that he could get the keys to the Land Rover. Fortunately, Ethan didn’t have too many material possessions, so one run was enough for him to transfer his belongings over to his new home. They filled both Kat’s Mini Cooper and the Land Rover and that was a job done!

Ethan found that the room Mistress Dechaump – Kat’s Aunt Jane - had appointed to him was small – very small, but adequate for his needs. There was a single, petite window, the views from which were lovely, and that pleased him, and pleased Kat too.

They did not hang around at Jane’s mansion. Allison – the second in command of the house - was there to greet them, but Jane was out on business. Once they had Ethan’s belongings in the bedroom and partially organised, Kat and Ethan decided to head back into Glasgow in order to spend more quality time together. This would be their last weekend alone in each other’s company for quite some time to come, so they decided to make the best of it.

By the time they arrived back at Kat’s apartment, it was near 11am. “The perfect moment for a beer after all that hard work, don’t you think so Kat?” Ethan suggested.

“Sounds good to me, darling. Where you fancy going?”

“Well, since your favourite is Jacksonville’s, let’s go there. My treat!” Ethan told Kat.

“Ah, you sure you can afford it, hon? I mean, you never know – things may get to be tricky out at Aunt Jane’s, and you may end up jacking in the job before even the first week is out,” Kat responded. “Not that I’m trying to put you off or anything, it’s just…”

Ethan interrupted, “Darling, I have no choice. Even if Allison ties me to a frame and whips me for hours on end every day, I still have to stick with it. Where else am I to go now? I’ve already given up the rental of my own apartment. So that leaves only my little room in Aunt Jane’s mansion house.”

“Well, you know, if it comes down to it, you can live with me. Remember we discussed you wearing a frilly maid’s outfit just a few days ago if you were to work for me?” Kat laughed. “Well, I’ve been giving that more thought and I like the idea.” Kat laughed more, but Ethan sensed even though she was joking, she was – in part – being serious.

“Kind of you, honey,” Ethan responded “but I don’t know if you will be able to find a maid’s uniform to fit me,” Ethan scoffed in return. Nevertheless, the idea of donning a maid’s outfit and working for Kat did cause Ethan to get a stiffy all over again.  If they could keep such a scenario quiet and private between themselves, then it may in fact work fine and they’d both get what they wanted. Kat would be in control of Ethan and have him entirely at her beck and call, and Ethan would be mothered and domineered by his best friend Kat. After all, not only did he love Kat, but more and more he was finding that he was drawn to her in a sexual way. He loved it when she bullied him and dominated him, although – for now – he’d never actually admit it wholeheartedly to her.

“Well, whatever, let’s get down the pub and have a beer and get some lunch,” Kat retorted.

“Sounds good to me, babe!” Ethan agreed.

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Monday morning came all too soon. Ethan woke up at 6am. In fact, he’d not slept well the whole night, for obvious reasons – he was nervous about what the future held. He’d agreed with Kat to meet her at his place at 7am. 1 hour to go, not much to do other than some last minute cleaning up. He had his final bags packed. He was about to turn his back on the apartment he’d lived in for the previous 4 years – almost a 5th of his entire life.

He felt a sense of sadness. If only things had been different. If only he had struck gold and his plans had worked out, then he would not have to be offering himself over to slavery at Mistress Dechaump’s mansion. It was not to be though. Too late. No going back. The end was now! Time for a fresh start.

He showered and tidied himself up in preparation for Kat’s arrival. Suddenly, questions started flooding into his mind.

What if… what if Mistress Dechaump did hate him from the outset, what then? Maybe she was jealous of his relationship with Kat. After all, she must have noticed that Kat and he were very close. What if Allison took a loathing to him, if she had not done so already? Because Allison and Mistress Dechaump were obviously very close, he’d not stand a chance. What if he did have to move in with Kat? Would their relationship bloom, or would it die off because Kat couldn’t stand having Ethan living with her? Many “what ifs” but no true answers.

Fortunately, Kat arrived at 7am precisely, so Ethan did not have to spend too much more time on analysing the “what ifs”. “She was always the perfect time keeper,” Ethan said to himself. “Just another one of the oh-so many positives about my wonderful friend Kat!”

Kat entered Ethan’s empty apartment. “Gee, this place is actually bigger than I thought it was,” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, I think the rental price was a bargain,” Ethan responded. “Pity I’m having to leave it all behind. What a fool I’ve been, Kat.”

“Don’t be like that Ethan. It’ll all be better from now on, you’ll see. Aunt Jane will take good care of you. And don’t you worry about that vampire Allison. Although she and my Aunt are very close, it’s my Aunt who rules the roost.”

Kat was lying about that, and Ethan knew full well. Fact of the matter was, if Allison so wanted, then chances were very good that Aunt Jane would take Allison’s advice about almost everything. Allison was much, much more than merely a personal assistant, and both Ethan and Kat knew that only too well!

“Okay, honey, let’s get a shift on. No point getting all gloomy about what could have been,” Kat said. “Let’s make a move. Bid farewell to your humble abode of the past 4 years, and let’s hit the road Jack!” she encouraged.

“Yeah, that’s right Kat,” Ethan agreed. “Let’s shift butt. Being gloomy is for losers. I’m now very much on the up, with a whole lot to look forward to. Let’s get outta here!”

With that, Ethan grabbed his last remaining bags and followed Kat through the front door of his apartment, making sure to lock the door for one last time.

The drive over to Aunt Jane’s – Mistress Dechaump’s – mansion house took around the same amount of time as before – 45 minutes, but it seemed much shorter. “Time passes quickly when you are having fun,” Ethan chuckled to himself. He certainly wasn’t having fun – he was nervous about what the future held, and sad about times gone by.

When they arrived at the mansion house, both Aunt Jane and Allison were there in attendance to greet them. Today, Aunt Jane was wearing a black figure-hugging dress, which reached to just above knee level. Again, her hair was tucked neatly up in the form of a bun at the back of her head. She was wearing heels this time, where the other day, she was wearing pumps.

Allison had on a similar outfit to the one she was wearing the first time Ethan had seen her – black dress, body hugging, plunging neckline, the dress reaching almost to her feet. “Well, if nothing else, at least Allison’s got a cleavage to die for!” Ethan stared. “And quite honestly, both of them look not only immaculate, but stunning too – incredibly sexy – incredibly!” It mattered not that these ladies were both around twice his age – he found himself very attracted to them each of them.

“Oh look Ethan, there’s Aunt Jane and her wife waiting just for you. I bet they can’t wait to get their hands on the next mansion house victim,” Kat quaffed.

“Kat, how could you say that! You know I’m already nervous about working with your Aunt and Allison. All you’re doing is making matters worse, as if that were possible!”

“Sorry Ethan, but you have to admit – they do look like a pair of middle aged dykes who are intent on finding their next sacrificial goat, don’t you think so?” Kat joked.

“Yes, you do have a point, I have to admit. And the thought actually did cross my mind as soon as I laid eyes on them standing there patiently at the front door. Eagerly anticipating the addition of some young blood to the household, so they can have their nasty way! Eek Kat, get me out of here – I’m never gonna survive!” Ethan begged Kat in fun.

“Well Ethan, it’s now or never. Do we make a dash for it, or do I let you remain here, possibly never ever to be seen alive again?”

“Yikes!” Ethan shouted. “Make sure you call me at least once a day Kat, will ya? You never know, they may have a dungeon in the basement of the house where they maintain their victims and feed them on excrement and make them drink urine.”

Enough of the joking, D-Day was upon Ethan. There was to be no second thoughts. He’d signed the contract – signed his life away to Mistress Dechaump and Allison the evil co-hort who looked like Lily from the Munsters. But Lily at least had a sense of humour, where Allison was bereft of all humour – or so it appeared. Ethan had given up his soul to the devil and that was the end of the matter.

Kat pulled up right beside the front door to the mansion house. She got out and Aunt Jane embraced her. “Hello again darling Kat, how are you today? Good to see you once more!”

“Hi Aunt Jane. Good to see you too! I’ve delivered Ethan as per our agreement,” Kat joked, whilst looking over at Ethan with a large smirk gracing her face.

“Ah yes, I see he’s here, thank you my dear for bringing him to me – to us.” Aunt Jane replied with an obvious glint of delight in her eye.

Kat noticed that her Aunt had no hint of a smile on her face when she was speaking. No, there was no smile, but there was a look of real menace. “Gee,” Kat thought “seems that Ethan is going to be the lamb for the slaughter. What have I gone and done?”

Suddenly, Kat felt not only a sense of guilt, but also a deep concern for poor Ethan – her best friend in the world. It was almost as if Aunt Jane and Allison had been planning something over the years. After all, Uncle Tom had stayed with Aunt Jane for over 30 years, and the rumours were that he was a thoroughly tormented soul when he finally went to his grave. All that torment was bound to have been caused by Aunt Jane, and very probably Allison was fully instrumental in the demise of Uncle Tom too.

Kat was now potentially delivering her best friend to the same fate.

“Right then Kat,” Aunt Jane said, somewhat abruptly as if in a hurry to make progress, “I would imagine its time you were heading off to work. I know you are very busy and we don’t want to be a distraction to your work. You don’t worry yourself – the boy will be just fine here with us. You’ll see a very positive change in him as the weeks progress to months, mark my words, my dear Kat.”

“Yes, you’re right, Auntie. I must be heading back or my bosses will be asking all sorts of questions. After all, Monday morning is the morning to be at work nice and early and raring to go. Always provides a good impression to the hierarchy.”

“I quite agree, my darling. But, do come back out to us for the weekend. We’ve got some guests coming over to stay for a bit, and I’d love you to meet them. Come over on Friday evening for supper, and then stay for the weekend. You will? Of course you will!”

Kat wasn’t left a choice. Already her Aunt had made up her mind for her.

“Yes, Aunt Jane, I’d love to come over for the weekend. Would be great for us to catch up on family and other things.”

“That’s a date then!” Aunt Jane replied. “Casual but smart is called for. And make sure you wear something sexy. After all, there’s no need to hide when you’ve got such marvellous assets as you have, is there my darling.” Aunt Jane was peering at Kat’s breasts with an obvious look of desire on her face – or so Kat thought. Not that Kat was at all bothered by her Aunt’s stare. She was proud of her breasts, and she was not at all embarrassed when she noticed people – both men and women – ogling them.

“That’s great,” Kat said. “I’ll just say goodbye to Ethan and I’ll be on my way. See you on Friday.”

Kat hurried over to Ethan. “Okay babes, I have to get to work. Give me a hug. I’ll miss you. I’ll be back on Friday though – Aunt Jane invited me – she’s got some friends coming over and she invited me to join in with the fun,” Kat hugged Ethan tightly, and Ethan reciprocated. He already felt alone in a strange world, and with his best friend gone, he would feel even worse.

“Hurry back Kat. I’ll really miss you too. Can’t wait to see you again – I’m already missing you. If there are any problems here at the mansion, I’ll give you a call. Are you okay with that?” he asked Kat.

“Sure honey, sure. Let me know how things are going. I’ll call you at least once a week – promise. Hopefully we’ll be able to talk, but if you are busy when I call, I’ll leave a message for you.”

“That’s cool, darling. Off you go then. Don’t want you being late for work.” Ethan released his hold on his friend and waved to her as she walked over to her car.

A moment later and Kat was gone.

Chapter 2 – The Mansion House Mistresses

“Okay boy, gather your bags and take them up to your room. There’s lots of work to be getting on with, no time to waste. I’ve guests coming this evening so time is of the essence. Meet me in the garden in 10 minutes,” Mistress Dechaump told Ethan, in no uncertain terms.

“Yes, of course, Mistress Dechaump,” Ethan responded. He grabbed his bags and scurried off to his new bedroom, whilst Mistress Dechaump and Allison wandered into the garden.

10 minutes later and Ethan was reporting for duty.

“Right then boy, let’s have a stroll around. Allison and I can give you a few pointers to get you going. I’m sure you know full well how to take care of expansive gardens such as these, so there’s not too much to tell you. However, there are some ground rules that I want you to be fully aware of from the outset.”

“Yes, of course, Mistress Dechaump. Please let me know what those ground rules are,” Ethan responded.

“Number one. I have appropriate attire for you whilst you are working within the gardens, and you shall wear that without fail. I’ll provide your uniform later on today. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Number two. When you are working in the house, there is also appropriate attire. Again, I shall provide your uniform later today.”

“Number three. You shall start your daily duties at 8am and finish at 6pm. Nevertheless, you will always be on-call should either I or Allison require you. When we have guests staying, which is customary here at the mansion, you’ll be required to commit to longer hours. Lunch – an hour each day, from 12.30 till 1.30 unless either myself or Allison say otherwise.

Number four. When I am not here, you shall take full instruction from Allison. In other words, she is your Boss. You will never question her authority – never! Allison and I are always in agreement, so what she tells you to do, then you must of course do it, without question, without hesitation. Clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Dechaump.”

“Number five. You must address Allison as Mistress Allison.”

“Number six. Whenever you are with either myself or with Allison, you will walk four paces to the rear. You shall never walk in front, nor shall you walk together with us, other than when we need to provide you with instruction. Clear?”

“Yes, that’s clear, Mistress Dechaump.” Ethan already had all the confirmation he required that he was to be fully enslaved to the mansion house Mistresses.

“Number seven. When I have guests here at the mansion – which as I said is customary, you shall remain entirely deferential at ALL times. In other words, you will address those guests appropriately. Should it be a gentleman you are referring to, you will address him as “Sir.” Should it be a lady, you address that lady as “Ma’am”.”

“Number eight. You shall have no communication with the outside world, other than by seeking the agreement of Mistress Allison, or myself. And yes, that includes any and all discussions with my dearest niece Kat. All your calls will be monitored. You are not to use any mobile devices – those are strictly forbidden. You shall use the house phone, which will be monitored. Is that understood?”

“Understood, Mistress Dechaump.” Ethan responded to his new owner. “Shit, there goes my regular chats with Kat then!” he thought.

“Allison, is there anything else that I have missed?” Mistress Dechaump asked.

“Hmmm… Yes, one thing Jane… I think we ought to let this young man know that should he ever break our house rules, he will be severely punished. Punishment can mean anything from a bare-bottomed spanking to a brutal caning. However, we do provide more appropriate forms of corporal brutality should the situation require it. So, in other words, the boy needs to be extremely careful about his daily practices from now onwards,” Allison sneered in Ethan’s direction.

“Yes, thank you for reminding me of that, Allison, darling.”

Ethan could not believe what he was hearing. Nevertheless, he wanted to believe that these two soulless beings were merely trying to scare him into submission, to ensure that his work ethic was up to scratch. After all, this was 21st Century Britain, for god’s sake. These sort of rules and regulations – if there ever were such barbarous rules – belonged to the 19th Century and before.

“Fine then,” Mistress Dechaump added, “I think we are all in agreement. Allison, my dear, would you be kind enough to take our new arrival over to the glasshouses, and let’s get him started in the appropriate fashion. Afterwards, can you please ensure that his uniforms are presented to him, thank you darling. We’ve guests arriving later today, so I need to go and make some preparations.”

With that, Mistress Dechaump took her leave, and Ethan was now all alone with the vampire. Totally at her disposal!

“Come!” the Mistress barked at Ethan, “we have things to discuss, and no time to lose.”

Ethan, once again, scurried along behind, remembering full well that he was to maintain a “four-step deference” to both ladies of the house.

Once they reached the first glasshouse, Mistress Allison beckoned for Ethan to open the door. He slid the door to the left and stood aside to let the Mistress step in. He followed then slid the door back in place. “Now, as you can see, boy, we have tomatoes in this house. Both Mistress Dechaump and I love fresh tomatoes during the summer time, and it will be your job to deliver them to us each and every day – to the kitchen area, of course. You should pick tomatoes at 8am, and they should be presented to us in the kitchen area by 8.45 – no later. Any later, and you will be punished. Clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Allison, that is clear.” Ethan wondered what she meant when she said “punished”. He didn’t particularly want to find out however.

“Good!” Mistress Allison continued. “You know how to culture tomatoes, I take it, so there is no requirement for instruction. Any failure with regards to the correct cultural procedures will be punished. Clear?”

“Clear, Mistress Allison”, Ethan responded to his new Boss.

“All excess tomatoes are given to friends and family. Let us go over to the next glasshouse. Come along – we’ve so little time!”

Ethan scuttled along behind the Mistress. She stood outside the second glasshouse. “Boy, hurry up, I haven’t got all day!” she hissed.

Ethan slid the glasshouse door wide, so that his Mistress could enter. He followed.

“In this house we grow cucumbers and melons.” Melons are to be picked as and when, and then delivered to the kitchen area. Cucumbers - also be harvested as they become ready. You must deliver them along with the tomatoes by 8.45, to the kitchen area. Any later and you will be punished. Clear on that, baby boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Allison.”

“Hmmm… I think we may get along just fine then, you and I. You’ve only been here for half an hour and already I sense you are more than capable. Okay, let us have a quick look at the vegetable patch so you know the score there too. I need to help Mistress Dechaump with preparations for this afternoon’s guests, so we don’t have much time, unfortunately. I really do wish I could make you better acquainted with the workings of the mansion house today, but that will have to wait. Nothing to worry about however, we’ll have plenty of time together, you and I.” She reached forward and stroked Ethan’s cheek with her right hand. Then, in an instant, her hand was between his legs and caressing his private area.

Ethan was bewildered. How should he react? Push her hand away or simply let things progress?

Allison smiled, but it was not a smile of kindness. She had total control over the new blood, and she was content with his willingness to subscribe without the necessity of force on her part.

She continued to stroke Ethan, then she reached for his trouser zip. She pushed her hand fully inside, and thrust his underwear aside. “Boy, once we are done here, you will remove your underwear, is that understood?” She did not wait for Ethan to reply. “The appropriate underwear is provided as part of your employment, and you will wear that at ALL times, unless we say otherwise.”

Mistress Allison grabbed for Ethan’s dick, and brought it out from its hiding place. “Hmmm, nice. Longer than Uncle Tom’s shrunken piece.” She stroked it, back and forth whilst staring at Ethan straight in the eye – enjoying the fact that she was able to physically dominate him purely at will.

Ethan moaned with pleasure. He’d never been handled quite like this before, and he was not at all against it. After all, Mistress Allison was a real stunner to look at, and the way she managed to dominate him with such ease really turned him on!

All of a sudden, Mistress Allison grabbed his balls and squeezed tightly. Ethan’s pleasure quickly turned to pain. The Mistress smiled at his discomfort. “You see boy, never forget that I now have FULL control over you, at ALL times. Your life now belongs to me and to Mistress Dechaump. Is that understood?” She squeezed a little harder, encouraging his answer.

“Y.. yes… yes Mistress, I… I understand,” Ethan managed to get the words out, even though the pain was very unpleasant.

Mistress Allison let go of his balls, and resumed the stroking of his dick, which had now grown to its full length of 7 inches, despite the ball squeezing just a moment ago. “Yes, we’ll have to put this one to good use, so we will,” she tormented Ethan.

“Whatever can she mean?” Ethan thought. “She and Mistress Dechaump actually want to have sex with me? Initially I imagined Kat and her Aunt in bed with me, but now its both the Mistresses. Well, it could be worse. In fact, it can’t get much better!” Ethan was beside himself with the thought of having Mistress Allison and Mistress Dechaump fucking him for all he was worth.

Whack! Ethan felt more pain as Mistress Allison slapped his now full-sized dick hard with the palm of her hand.

Whack! Mistress Allison slapped his face, hard! Ethan stumbled back, more in shock than from the force of the slap.

“Oh come, come my dear little baby boy. I’m just getting warmed up,” Allison said with a sneer of derision on her face. “Come to Mommy, baby boy, come to your darling Mommy.” Ethan looked over at his tormentor and saw her fetch her breast out from the confines of her black figure-hugging dress. “Come, baby boy, suck on Mommy for a bit. Show her just how much you love her boobies.”

Ethan hesitated, but only briefly, trying to regain his composure from the slaps that his Mistress had delivered. He slowly moved forward and bent down slightly in order to lick Mistress Allison’s breast. Quite frankly, he couldn’t believe his luck! He’d only been at the mansion for about an hour, and already was getting “intimate” with his new “owner”.

“That’s it darling little baby boy, lick and suck it. Please your Mommy Mistress and she won’t forget it,” Mistress Allison purred with delight, as Ethan began slurping at her breast with all the energy he could muster.

The Mistress moaned aloud with pleasure and leaned her head back. Ethan continued to feast on her breast – sucking hard on her large dark nipple and then toying with it with his tongue. The Mistress grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down as if intent on gaining even more pleasure from the new blood. Ethan knew he couldn’t keep this up for too long, but he’d try his very best to please the Mistress. He continued to suck and slurp for all he was worth!

“Okay baby boy, that’s enough. No, that’s enough I said.” Mistress Allison had to push Ethan off her breast in order to get him to stop. “My oh my, you are a greedy little boy now, aren’t you. Don’t you worry though, there will be plenty more where that came from, I promise you,” the Mistress smiled gleefully towards her newly found sex slave.

Ethan pulled back on his Mistress’s insistence, breathing heavily, face flushed – partly from the slap, and partly due to his heightened sexual attraction towards his tormentor. His appetite for pleasing his Mistress was suddenly all-engulfing, but he had no choice other than to follow her orders. After all, she was the Boss.

“Pity, my little darling boy, I know. But we must get a move along since we have important guests coming for dinner tonight.” She looked down and gently pulled her dress over her breast. Next, she pushed both her breasts together, to make sure they were in perfect order. Her breasts were always perfect, but she still insisted on taking the necessary “precautions”.

“Jane – Mistress Jane may already be wondering where the devil we are. And we can’t upset Mistress at any cost! Come along, I’ll show you the vegetable patch tomorrow. There’s other matters to attend to now. We can resume where we left off a bit later on,” the Mistress taunted.

Ethan remembered to slide the glasshouse door open for the Mistress even though his mind was focused almost entirely on the events a moment ago. She stepped out, and Ethan followed, sliding the door back in place before following Mistress Allison back to the mansion house – back to Mistress Dechaump. “Remember boy, four steps to the rear at all times, or you will be punished for insolence.”

“Yes, of course Mistress Allison,” Ethan replied, still gasping a little for breath from his ordeal.

They reached the house. Ethan opened the door for his Mistress. She glided in. He followed then turned to close the door behind him.

“Follow me, boy.” Mistress Allison commanded.

She made her way through the hallway and turned left at the end. Ethan scurried along behind.

Mistress Dechaump was busy barking orders to a small figure who was leaning over a stove stirring the contents of a large cooking pot. “This must be the kitchen then,” Ethan thought.

She turned around as Mistress Allison entered, with Ethan in tow. “Ah, good to see you Allison. I hope you had a pleasurable time with the new stock,” she shot a glance at Ethan.

“Mmm… indeed I did, Jane, indeed I did,” Mistress Allison replied. “This one has a whole lot of potential. I’m sure he’ll make an excellent addition to the mansion house.”

“I’m happy to hear it, Allison,” Mistress Dechaump replied. “I knew that my niece would not let me down.”

“What does that mean?” Ethan thought. ““I knew that my niece would not let me down”…? Has Kat been in on this all along? Cannot be.”

Ethan looked at the figure leaning over the large cooking pot on the stove. Although he could not see the face of this individual, it appeared to be a woman – her copious dark brown hair was tied back tightly and rested on the top of her head. What struck Ethan the most was that the lady who was stirring the contents of the pot for all she was worth, was wearing nothing around her buttocks. Her bottom was bare! Naked! Not only that, but it was striped with red marks. “Are those the marks of a lash?” Ethan wondered. He felt his dick growing. Hopefully neither of the Mistresses would notice, or he might be in serious trouble.

“cindy, turn around and say hello to our new blood. His name is ethan. Don’t be shy cindy!” Mistress Allison barked orders towards the cook.

The cook turned around and looked up at Ethan. Then, she managed to whimper “hello sir.” She quickly looked down towards the floor, shamed by her current predicament.

Ethan stared at Cindy. Her small breasts were bare, but not only that, they were covered in welts.

“Damn it girl,” Mistress Dechaump hissed. “How many times have I told you to be polite to the new house guests!” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Over and over, Mistress Dechaump thrashed Cindy’s bare breasts with what looked like a riding crop. Cindy groaned and then let out a small howl of pain as the riding crop came crashing down on her small breasts once more. Nevertheless, she made no attempt to shield them. She kept her hands away.

“Now, get back to your duties, girl!” Mistress Dechaump barked.

Cindy turned around to continue stirring the contents of the pot. She was whimpering, but it was still impressive how she handled such ferocious physical punishment at the hands of her owner. Mistress Dechaump raised the riding crop once more and brought it down viciously on Cindy’s buttocks. Thwack!  Cindy continued to stir without protest.

Mistress Dechaump then dropped the crop to the floor and brought her hand up between Cindy’s legs. The Mistress began to fondle at her pussy lips. “Damned girl!” Mistress Dechaump complained. “Open your legs wider you stupid slut!”

Cindy did as she was instructed, and Mistress Dechaump made the most of it. She started to rub her fingers back and forth on the cook’s pussy lips. Nevertheless, Cindy continued stirring the contents of the large pot, regardless of the Mistress’s invasion of her nether region.

“Allison, can you get me some lube please my darling. I want to fuck this girl’s butt whilst she prepares the food for this evening’s guests. She’s got such a tight little butt hole that I think we’ll need some lubricant in order to gain access to the gateway.” Mistress Dechaump laughed outwardly at her own joke.

“Yes, of course dear,” Mistress Allison giggled. “Just a moment, I have some in my coat pocket.” With that, the Mistress spun around and glided off through the door way.

Mistress Dechaump kept up the pussy massage, whilst Ethan looked on in total dis-belief, but at the same time, fully aware that he had a boner as hard as a rock!

Mistress Allison was back in an instant. “Ah, good girl,” Mistress Dechaump said, as Allison handed her the lube.

Next, the Mistress pulled her hand away from Cindy’s sex. “Obviously the girl enjoys my attention tremendously,” Mistress Dechaump proclaimed, “just look how wet my fingers are,” she lifted her hand to show Allison.

Allison nodded in agreement.

“Here girl, open your mouth. Time to clean your juices, you dirty little whore!” With that, Mistress Dechaump forced her fingers into the girl’s mouth. “Come on, suck them clean – I haven’t got all day, bitch! There now, that’s better. Taste good?”

The Mistress allowed her slave to suck for a minute or so, then withdrew her fingers. She lifted her dress and hitched it around her hips. She was wearing a strap-on between her legs with a 9 inch long black rubber dildo attached. She flipped the lid of the lube and dripped some onto her hand. She coated her strap-on with the lube from her hand.

“Bend over a bit more!” she snapped at the cook, who was still somehow managing to continue stirring the contents of the large cooking pot.

The cook had no choice but to do as commanded. She leaned over so that her bare breasts were almost touching the pot.

“Wider! Get those legs wider, you stupid cunt!” Mistress Dechaump hissed.

Cindy complied.

Mistress Dechaump then moved her black rubber 9 incher towards the cook’s tight rose-bud and pushed hard. The dildo bounced off the cook’s hole. The Mistress aimed once more and this time gained at least partial access.

“Oooooh,” the cook gave off a muffled sigh as the 9 incher breached her bud.

The Mistress began to pound the cook for all she was worth. She reached round and grabbed at her nipples and gave them a hard tweak. The cook moved in tandem with her Mistresses thrusts.

“Keep stirring that broth, you brainless little fuck bitch!” the Mistress demanded. “That’s it, ride my cock, girl. Thrust your hips back hard on my cock, slut!”

Mistress Allison decided she should get involved too. “Darling, may I use your riding crop?”

“Yes, of course you can.” Mistress Dechaump was only too happy to oblige.

Mistress Allison picked up the crop, then proceeded to slash at the cook’s small breasts, whilst Mistress Dechaump rode the cook’s ass for all she was worth.

“You fucking whore! You deserve all you’re going to get and more! You think you’re a good cook do you?” Mistress Dechaump barked at Cindy. “You have no fucking idea, you fucked up little hot blooded brainless whore. Come on! Ride your Mistress’s cock. Faster! Harder! You fucking little bitch you!”

Ethan knew full well that Mistress Dechaump did not mince her words, but this outburst was something else! On the one hand, he felt sorry for poor little Cindy, the cook. Nevertheless, he was fixated by the proceedings, and in some ways wished it was he who was on the receiving end of such a brutal sexual attack by the Mistresses of the mansion house.

Almost 5 minutes passed by and Cindy the cook was about to flake out.

“Okay Allison darling, that’s enough abuse on the sluts little tits. Let’s turn her around now. I need to get her shit off my dick. Time for me to pleasure her other hole,” Mistress Dechaump said with a level of triumph in her voice.

It was quite amazing that at the age of around 50 years old, Mistress Dechaump still had the resilience to use her 9 inch strap-on in such a way. Yet, she never let up on poor Cindy for an instant.

Mistress Allison stopped slashing at Cindy’s tits with her riding crop. She dropped the crop on the floor. “Boy, pick that up!” she pointed at the crop.

Ethan scampered over to do as he was told.

Allison then grabbed Cindy by the hair, dragged her from the stove, and pulled her to a kneeling position, ready to take Mistress Dechaump’s 9 inches of delight in her mouth.

“Get down on your fucking knees you fucked up whore!” Mistress Allison shouted. “Now open your mouth and get ready to clean your dirt off the Mistress’s cock!”

Mistress Dechaump took aim once again, and just as Cindy opened her mouth, she slammed her dick in. “Yeah baby, suck on your Mamas cock, you dirty pig! Get all of your shit off Mamas cock, or you’re in big trouble, you hear me, you fucking little bitch!”

“Boy!” Mistress Allison snapped. “Give me the riding crop!”

Ethan handed the crop to his Mistress and stood back with his eyes still glued on the action.

Mistress Allison then raised the crop and whoosh! She snapped the crop on Cindy’s bare ass as hard as she could.

“Poor little cindy, your ass is going to be so red and sore tonight. You may not be able to take part in the games we planned especially for you, my dearest little one,” Mistress Allison derided her slave girl even more. “And that would be a pity now wouldn’t it, darling little cindy.”

Cindy made no response. All she could do was to chew on Mistress Dechaump’s 9 incher. She sucked for all she was worth – making sure that she cleaned every teeny bit of her own shit from her Misstress’s dick. She knew full well that if she failed to please her Mistress, she would live to regret it. Although the current punishment was very harsh, she was aware that her Mistresses were just having fun with her. There was much more in store if she were to disappoint either of them!

Mistress Dechaump continued to plunge her 9 inch intruder deep into Cindy’s throat. Countless times, Cindy was close to throwing up because the tool was reaching the depths of her throat and causing her to gag. Regardless, she managed to keep up to the rhythm that her Mistress was setting.

In the meantime, Mistress Allison was lashing hard at Cindy’s buttocks. She noticed that the marks left by the riding crop were now turning bloody. “Time to ease off this bitches’ ass, I guess,” Allison thought. She dropped the crop on the floor. “Boy, pick that up!” she demanded once more.

Mistress Dechaump slowed up the pace. “Okay, fun times over.” She pulled her dick from Cindy’s mouth. Allison came over to make sure that the slave girl had performed well and had indeed cleaned all her own shit from Jane’s 9 inches.

“Hmm, seems she’s passed the test, darling. Your gorgeous cock is as clean as can be, other than the little whore’s saliva.”

Mistress Dechaump unclipped her 9 inches and grabbed Cindy by the hair. She rubbed the dildo through the girl’s long hair, then proceeded to slap her face hard with it, on either side. “You’ve performed reasonably well, you slut. Now go get cleaned up and then get your red hot ass back here. There’s a lot of preparation to be done and time is getting short!”

Cindy scampered off, no doubt happy to have escaped an even more severe punishment session at the hands of her Mistresses.

“So, boy, what did you think about that then?” Mistress Allison asked in a mocking tone.

Ethan was still entirely fixated on the events he’d just witnessed. His dick was so hard he thought it might be popping through his trousers. His face was bright red, partly due to embarrassment, but mostly because he was so intensely caught up with the proceedings. Although he felt sympathy for Cindy, at the same time, he was utterly riveted, and incredibly turned on too!

“Emmm… I’m sorry Mistress Allison, but emmm, I don’t know what to say… sorry!” he blurted out.

“Oh come now fairy boy, tell Mamma the truth. Did you enjoy the display? Did you wish you could’ve swapped places with our little slut girl? Or, do you see yourself as being masterful? Perhaps you wanted to be slamming your dickie boy into that cute little rose bud? How about it? First her tight little butt hole, then her mouth. Come on come on boy – tell Allison and Jane the truth. Which is it to be? Master or slave? Slave or Master? Master or slave? Slave or Master?” The Mistress tormented Ethan.

“Well…” Ethan tried to get some words out of his dry mouth, “I j… just don’t really erm… know.”

“WHAT!” Mistress Allison yelled at him. “You don’t fucking know! What do you fucking mean, you don’t fucking know. It’s a fucking simple question, don’t you think? Or are you so fucking stupid that you don’t understand what I’m asking you, you little prissy missy gay boy!”

“I’m sorry Mistress Allison. I didn’t mean to emmm… upset you. Erm, maybe I can try both roles. Is that permissible?” He looked over pleadingly towards both Mistresses.

Mistress Dechaump just smiled back at him. Not a smile of reconciliation – no. It was a smile of ridicule!

“Don’t you be looking at Mistress Dechaump. She’ll be the one to fuck you for all your worth, you stupid half- wit!” Mistress Allison snapped. “If you want compassion, you need to come to your Momma. Here, come suck on my titty.” With that, Mistress Allison pulled her dress aside to expose her bare breast. “Come, suck on my titty like you did half an hour ago. Be a good little boy and come suck on Momma’s big nipple,” she invited Ethan.

Ethan did as he was told and gave in to his Mistress’s wishes once more – not that it was difficult. And not that he had any choice in the matter. Allison held her breast up with her left hand, so that Ethan would have perfect access to her large nipple. She then used her right hand to guide his head downwards.

“That’s it, baby boy, suck it and see. Yes, suck Momma’s big tittie. Ahhhh… yessss! Once we are done here, I need to take you upstairs. Let’s get some privacy. I’m sure Mistress Dechaump can manage the preparations for our evening guests. Is that okay with you, darling?” Allison glanced over towards Jane for approval.

“Well, we don’t have too much time left Allison. What’s more though, we need to ensure that the boy here is capable of treating our guests with as much respect and decency as they deserve. He’ll need some instruction for that. But, if you can be back here within an hour, I don’t see why not. Go have some fun with this puppy. You deserve it, after all,” Jane smiled at Allison. “Oh, and don’t forget Allison, you need to make sure that your tit sucking baby is properly attired for this evening.”

“Thank you darling. I’ll have puppy dog back here in an hour. And – yeah, I will be sure to see to that too, thanks for reminding me. Okay puppy, let’s get upstairs!” Mistress Allison said. She slapped Ethan’s bottom as he pulled his lips from her breast. Then she drew up her dress to cover herself once more “Come, follow me!” she barked, “it’s time for some real action!”

Chapter 3 – Mistress Allison

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Chapter One – Ethan Flirts with Mistress Allison

 

 

It was now 6pm and the final preparations for the arrival of the guests at Aunt Jane’s – Mistress Dechaump’s – mansion house, had been completed. In all, Ethan had counted seven house servants, not including himself, who were instrumental in ensuring that the mansion house was ready. No doubt at all, that the guests would be most thoroughly entertained.

Apparently, there were six guests invited to the house for the evening’s festivities. Ethan ascertained as much due to the fact that eight places were set at the dining room table – two for the mansion house Mistresses, of course. He had been instructed by Mistress Allison exactly what was to be expected of him. Again, he was reminded to greet everyone accordingly – “Sir” for the gentlemen, and “Madam” or “Ma’am” for the ladies.

He was also told that although he was dressed “oh so adoringly” - Mistress Allison had reassured him - he was not to serve up any food or wine to the guests. “That sort of thing takes a bit more instruction and we don’t have the time right now,” she had told him. “Let the other maids deal with that as they’ve already undergone the appropriate training. You, my darling boy toy,” she had whispered to Ethan, “you will remain here in the dining room entirely at the disposal of the guests. However, you shall, at the same time, remain by me as much as possible. Do you understand?”

Ethan nodded, “Yes of course Ma’am”. He was pushing his luck a bit – the Mistress had told him only to address her as “Mistress Allison”. But he felt a certain level of confidence in her presence now. Much more than he did when he first met her, that was for sure!

“Boy, don’t get ballsy with me,” the Mistress warned him. “I heard that. You know full well that you should address me as Mistress Allison, but yet you choose to flirt with me. Or should I say, flirt with danger. You’re a very naughty boy, and you can be most assured that I will deal with your insolence in the correct fashion.”

Ethan felt a hot flush coming on. But this time around, his appetite for sex had absolutely nothing to do with it. He was extremely afraid of what his Mistress was capable of, even on a whim. But what if she were pushed in the wrong direction? He’d already witnessed how she’d dealt with both Cindy and Roxy. And yet, she claimed that she was “merely toying with them”. “Well, if that was “merely toying” then what was not “merely toying”,” he wondered. His Mistress obviously had a very viciously aggressive side to her, and he now wished that he’d never been rash enough to address her as “Ma’am”.

“Hmmm…. actually, I rather like it. I quite like it,” she smiled.

Ethan wondered what she was referring to. Was he off the hook?

His Mistress continued, “You must realize that already I’ve gone “sweet” on you. You’ve been with us, with me, for merely a few hours, but yet I’ve found you to be “desirable”. No, I want you to call me “Ma’am”. I like it. Yes, I think I like it.” She slapped her new boy toy on his bare buttocks, almost as a way of congratulating him on his achievement. There was only one other person who was truly “in” her life other than her daughter, and that was Jane Dechaump. And Jane Dechaump was the best of the best, the crème de la creme, the hostess with the mostest. No one else had ever measured up even close to her darling Jane Dechaump. But yet, here was this young man, a new blood to the mansion house, a friend of niece Kat’s, and quite frankly an utter joy to behold, here he was, and he was starting to play games on her mind.

She couldn’t possibly fall for someone other than Jane Dechaump. After all, she relied on her continuing hospitality, and she also yearned for her love and adornment, and no doubt always would do. But she perhaps could open her heart to someone else. Maybe she could find just a little space in her heart to welcome another. A man. And right now, she had her sights set on her little darling baby boy toy!

“Baby boy,” she whispered to Ethan. “I know that tonight’s guests will be intent on having you. After all, you are not only the new blood in the mansion, but you are also the only man of the house. As such, all attention will be on you. Or, much of it will. I therefore need your reassurance on something.”

Ethan was baffled, but he listened intently to what his Mistress had to say. “Yes Ma’am. What is it you require my reassurance on, Ma’am?”

Mistress Allison leaned a little closer to Ethan, just to be sure that no one would over-hear what she had to say. “I want your reassurance that you will try to come back to me later tonight. I want you in my bed. I need you in my bed!”

“Emmm… Mistress, I will try my best. I don’t know what to expect of this evening, and as you say, there may be a lot of demands on my time. How can I say no to the house guests? Mistress Dechaump would be utterly appalled for starters. Regardless that I am her niece’s best friend, I think that the Mistress would find my behaviour totally intolerable, should I refuse to entertain the needs of a house guest. Can you advise me what I should do, please?”

“Yes, yes, I understand your plight, baby,” Allison whispered. “All I can ask is that you will try. Nothing more, nothing less. I shall attempt to swing things in our favour. Nothing can be guaranteed, I know that. But just don’t go with any of the guests on a whim. I shall be waiting for you tonight, and I don’t want to be disappointed. Now, let’s greet the guests. I can hear someone arriving.”

With that, the Mistress glided out of the dining room and Ethan was left wondering what he should do. He was already falling in love with Allison, although his love for her was a ball of confusion. “How can you love a woman who wants to pee in your mouth? How can you love a woman who loves to slap your face whenever she feels like it? How can you love a woman who is such an incredible bully as she is?”

But yet, even with all the downsides, he was already besotted by her. Perhaps then, deep down, this was the sort of woman he wanted. The sort of woman that he needed.

He’d found his friend Kat to be much more attractive when she’d shown him her dominant side. He’d imagined dressing up in a maid’s costume and becoming her full time employee - living entirely at her beck and call. And he’d started to cherish the idea. Well, although it was possible that Kat did possess a strongly dominant side to her character, how could she match up to Allison? Allison was the true dominant goddess! She possessed all the attributes that he believed a true dominant goddess would possess, and perhaps even more than that. She was utterly amazing. She was extremely beautiful. She was hugely sexy. She was, she was… she was everything!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two – The Party

 

 

 

The guests started to arrive, and Ethan got nervous. What if someone took a disliking to him? He’d possibly be in big trouble with the Mistresses, even though he’d not actually done anything wrong.

What about if a guy wanted to erm… do stuff with him? He obviously was in no position to refuse. But it was not a particularly pleasant thought – he certainly wasn’t gay!

Or, what if some old hag was to start touching him up and wanted to take him to bed? How was he going to deal with that? Imagine being told that she wanted his tongue between her legs. Again, he was in no position to refuse.

Ethan felt like he could use a very stiff drink, but that was a no-no whilst at work. Well, unless of course either the Mistresses or the guests insisted on it, then that would be perfectly fine.

Ethan stood in the hallway near the front door as the first guests came in. Mistress Dechaump and Allison both welcomed them. There was a maid waiting just inside the hallway to take coats to the cloakroom. And there was Ethan – or perhaps a more appropriate name in the circumstances would have been Ethanine. He was dressed as a girl, so he may as well be named as a girl.

“Hmmm… am I supposed to curtsy when greeting the guests, or to bow?” he wondered. The Mistress never told him. He’d have to guess which was correct and hope that it was right. He decided that a curtsy would be a wiser choice, even though all the guests would soon know he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A guy dressed up as a woman. A young 25 year old stud, dressed up as a sexy hot maid – in a purple outfit, with purple underwear. Ethan felt like he was going mad.

“Good evening sir, how are you?” Ethan said to the first of the guests. He curtsied.

“Fine, fine,” the man replied, in a fairly dismissive manner. “Not surprising really,” Ethan thought, “I mean, I’m basically a sex toy for everyone to use or abuse in any way they see fit.”

“Good evening, Ma’am, how are you?” Ethan greeted the next guest. She was perhaps late 50’s, very attractive. She was wearing a figure-hugging light blue dress, which matched her sparkly blue eyes. Her breasts were large. She was about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Grey hair, cut short and it really suited her.

She turned to Mistress Allison, “is this the boy you were telling me about?” she asked.

“Yes, Liz, that’s him. A hot little boy he is too, as no doubt you can see,” she sniggered at Ethan.

“Come here boy,” the older lady commanded. Lift your dress up, let me see you. Ethan did as he was told. The lady reached down and grabbed his dick. Ethan instantly became hard. “Darling,” she said to Allison, “you’re only too right – he is a hottie. Just check out his little dickie. As soon as I touched it, it got all nice and hard. Hmmm… I’ll be seeing you often this evening, you little hottie, you,” she smiled at Ethan in a rather wicked fashion.

Liz began to stroke Ethan, gently but firmly. Ethan groaned with pleasure. “She may be a bit older, but she’s still very sexy,” he considered. “I wonder how the Mistress is going to handle this though? She may already by insanely jealous. I just hope she doesn’t punish me too harshly. What am I to do?” Ethan quickly cast a glance over at Allison. Allison gently nodded back, as if to say it was perfectly fine.

“How big are you boy?” the elderly lady asked.

Ethan presumed she was meaning, how long was his dick. “About 7 to 8 inches, Ma’am,” he responded.

“Nice! Can’t wait to make further acquaintance with a young buck like you. She let go of Ethan’s thoroughly engorged cock and put her fingers to her mouth. “Yummy! Come back to me when you have a moment, you hear me?”

Ethan nodded submissively. “Yes, of course Ma’am. I’m entirely at your disposal.”

The lady laughed. “Oh, I love it. Allison, you’ve already got him very well trained. I congratulate you on your excellent work!”

“Why thank you Liz. He’s been an utter joy to work with,” Allison replied, with a huge smirk on her face.

The elderly lady – Liz, moved on into the living room to make herself comfortable.

Just minutes later, the next party of guests arrived. This time there were three ladies together. All dressed to kill in their evening wear. Ethan stared over as Mistress Allison and Mistress Dechaump welcomed them in.

They handed their coats to the other maid, who was dressed in similar attire to Ethan, except for the fact that she was wearing a red maid’s outfit, and it looked as if her ponytail was in fact her own hair, where Ethan’s obviously was not.

“Jane,” one of the ladies said. “Is this the boy you told us would be here tonight?”

“Yes, darling, it is. How did you know it was a boy? After all, he’s dressed out in this wonderfully stunning sexy maid’s outfit. Doesn’t he look pretty, ladies?” Mistress Dechaump praised Ethan for the very first time. Or at least praised his appearance.

“I can see it doesn’t have any tits,” the lady replied. “Perhaps you ought to get it some titties, just to “finish it off” so to speak,” she giggled.

Everyone in the hallway laughed, except for Ethan and the other maid. Ethan was not particularly fond of being referred to as “it”. And the thought of possessing a pair of titties… well…

“Yes,” Jane replied. “Allison, do you think we can find young buck some nice shapely titties? I think Barbara is right – he’d be that much more appealing if he managed to grow some breasts,” she cackled.

Allison smiled in unison and made a mental note to get the appropriate wear for her boy toy. She rather liked the idea too. They’d never needed false breasts in Jane’s mansion before – all the slaves were female. And when Tom – Jane’s husband - was around, Jane had insisted that false breasts were not for him. “There’s bound to be a supplier somewhere,” she thought. “I’ll ask around and see what I can find.”

The trio of lady guests moved on and into the living room, where Jane and Allison joined them. That left Ethan and the other maid to wait for the remaining guest.

10 minutes later and the doorbell rang. Ethan opened the door to see a stunningly gorgeous girl who was probably about his own age – about 25 or so. She was wearing a black light-weight jacket, and underneath – a very pretty little red cocktail dress – very low cut, which exposed a beautiful cleavage. Ethan stared at her cleavage in awe.

“Girl, what are you looking at?” the newly arrived guest angrily demanded. “Obviously you are lesbian, which is of course fine with me, but at least welcome me into the fucking house before you start giving my tits the fucking eye up, you fucking slut!”

Ethan was taken aback by the barrage of abuse. “How can it be that such a beautiful girl as this could at the same time be such a… such a… bitch?”

Ethan curtsied and managed to grovel an apology “Ma’am, I’m so sorry. I… I… I erm, emmm, think you are very attractive Ma’am, is all. I’m very, very sorry, Ma’am. It will not happen again.”

The new arrival responded, “Ah, so you’re the new one on the block, are you? Mommy told me about you. She said she’d already taken quite a liking to you, and I can see exactly why. You do look simply ravishing dressed up as a whore maid!” she ridiculed. “If you are really unlucky, you’ll have me and mommy in the same bed with you tonight. Think you can cope?” she didn’t wait for an answer. “No, I thought not. But never mind, I could care less whether you can cope or not. And I’m sure mommy is quite happy either way too. Now let me see what you’ve got down there, maid,” she smiled devilishly. “Up!” She beckoned for Ethan to lift his purple mini skirt.

Ethan lifted up his skirt to let the new guest appraise his equipment. It was rock hard due to all the mansion house activity.

“Ooooh, not bad, not bad,” the young lady said. She reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tightly. You’ll soon learn just how much of a bad bitch I can be, honey,” she whispered to Ethan. Then she chuckled and her grip on Ethan’s sack tightened. “You think that mommy is bad, do you? Just you wait till you get a sample of me, you little fucking faggot.”

With that, she let go Ethan’s balls and marched towards the entrance to the dining room, throwing her jacket towards the other maid as she did so. “Here you fucking slut. Take good care of it, or you’ll be on my hit list, you got me?” she hissed. The maid curtsied, and whimpered “yes Mistress, of course Mistress, I’ll take very good care of it for you.”

Now that all this evening’s guests had arrived, Ethan thought it wise to enter the living room and join in with the fun. “Fun? Is this going to be fun for me, or is it going to be a nightmare for me and fun for everyone else?” he wondered.

He walked in to see the young lady who had just bombarded him with profanities kissing Mistress Allison on the lips. Allison’s right hand had snaked up the back of the girl’s skirt and it looked like she was having a good grope. “I thought that was Allison’s daughter?” he wondered. “How can she be playing touch-up with her own daughter? Or is she Aunt Jane’s daughter? I’m sure Kat had said Aunt Jane didn’t have any kids of her own.” Kat was the niece to Aunt Jane - Mistress Dechaump, as Ethan was instructed to call her.

At the other side of the dining room, two of the trio of ladies were indulging in some physical pleasures with a couple of the maids. Ethan could see that Roxy was clearly one of them – her huge tits were the give-away sign. Roxy was down on her hands and knees on the floor with her bottom turned up towards her tormentor. The tormentor – a larger lady who was wearing a fluorescent pink dress, was busily thrusting one hand – her whole hand - in and out of Roxy’s dripping sex. She had her other hand up between her own thighs. Roxy moaned in unison with the thrusts of her tormentor, and the tormentor moaned as she rather quickly approached a wonderful climax. Ethan couldn’t help but notice how Roxy’s massive breasts swayed back and forth as she was fisted by the lady in the fluorescent pink dress.

One of the other ladies of the trio had her golden coloured dress hiked up around her waist. She’d pulled her panties aside and had a maid down between her thighs licking out her soaking snatch. The lady had her hand placed firmly on the rear of the maid’s head, and she was grinding her cunt on the maids protruding tongue.

Meanwhile, the gentleman who was the first guest to arrive was already down to his underwear. He was rubbing at his cock, whilst staring intently at the lady who came into the mansion house with him. “Presumably his wife,” Ethan thought.

It was this lady – Liz was her name - who had taken an instant predisposition towards Ethan, and he knew that she’d be coming back for more any time soon. But for the moment, she was consumed with other matters of the heart. She had one of the maids – a girl in a blue maid’s outfit - lying over a coffee table, and she was fucking the living daylights out of her butt hole!

“You fucking fucked up whore,” she shouted as she spanked the maid’s bare buttocks with intense ferocity. “How dare you look at my husband like that. You should have your eyes averted to the floor at all times. You think you’re something really special, don’t you? But no, you’re just a toy – a fucking sex toy. A sex toy that is here to service your Mistress. And right now, you fucking bitch, that Mistress is me – got it?!”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand completely. I’m very, very sorry Mistress, I’ll never look at your husband again, I promise, I promise,” the maid in the blue outfit bleated in apology.

“Fucking right about that, you fucking whore bitch!” The hot blooded lady slammed her strap-on dick into the maid’s rose bud time and time again, with all the energy she could muster. She slapped the maid’s bright red buttocks as she did so, almost like she was riding a bucking bronco and was intent on gaining much more action.

Her husband looked on with sheer pleasure written all over his face, as he thrashed away eagerly at his pecker. “That’s it baby, you give that bitch whore a good fucking up her ass hole,” he encouraged his wife. “And make sure her butt cheeks are stinging. Let her feel the pain. Give it to her baby, give it to her!” He continued thrashing at his dick.

Suddenly, the man got up from his seat and hurried over to where his wife was fucking the maid. “Honey, I’m gonna come – quickly, turn this bitch over – I want to come in her mouth.”

His wife – Liz – quickly withdrew from the maid’s gaping hole and shouted “get up here you whore and get your mouth on my husband’s cock! Do it now, fuck face!”

The maid in the blue dress quickly rose from the coffee table and got down on her knees in anticipation of his offering.

“Oh, shit, I’m coming honey, I’m gonna come,” the man shouted. His wife got behind the maid in the blue dress and forced her mouth to cover the tip of her husband’s seeping cock. “Wider!” she shouted. “Open your fucking mouth wider!”

“Ahhhhhh yessssss,” the man dumped his load in the maid’s wide open mouth.

“Finished, honey?” Liz asked her husband.

“Yes, baby – all done now,” he sighed.

Liz pulled the maid’s head back to free her mouth from her husband’s dick. She then slapped the maid’s face hard from the side. “Make sure you swallow all of it, you fucking hussy!”

The maid gulped it down

“Here,” the man said “I can help. I need to piss bad.”

“You heard him,” Liz said. “Get your fucking mouth ready for it. And if you spill a single teeny little drop of it on the Mistress’s lovely carpet, your life will not be worth living. You got it, you fucking toilet?” Liz warned the maid.

The maid nodded and got ready for the man’s urine.

“Here it comes, bitch,” he said, and with that his piss started to trickle into her mouth. The maid swallowed, the urine flow got faster.

“Keep it down, or so help you!” Liz warned.

The maid gulped and swallowed, trying her utmost not to drop any of the warm, salty liquid. The flow continued for half a minute then it began to slow. The maid gulped it down.

Once the flow had clearly finished and the maid had swallowed the man’s offering, Liz said “now get tonguing that dick and clean it. I don’t want my husband’s underwear to be soiled with his come or his urine. Get to it, bitch!”

The maid once again leaned forward and took the man’s cock in her mouth. The man started to pump in and out, enjoying the physical sensation, as well as the fact that he was totally dominating the girl.

After 3 or 4 minutes of watching her husband to face fuck the maid, Liz took control once more. “Okay, honey, that’s enough. Go sit down. Time I give this bitch some pleasure of a different sort.”

Her husband stopped what he was doing and withdrew his cock from the girl’s mouth. He then turned around and went to be seated, as his wife had told him to do. He always did what his wife told him.

Liz grabbed hold of the maid’s arm and pulled her to her feet. “Now, get over that fucking coffee table again and spread your fucking legs wide. Time for some pussy action. Bet you can’t wait, you wanton whore!” she hissed at the girl.

Just as Liz started ploughing the maid’s depths with her rubber throbber, Mistress Dechaump stood up “ladies and gentleman, I’m very sorry to disturb you at the present moment – I can see that some of you are busy with matters of importance. However, dinner is about to be served, and we should all now proceed to the dining room, thank you.”

The Mistress strode out of the living room. The guests started to rise and follow her lead. Mistress Allison got up from her seat, wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulders, and escorted her through to the dining room. Ethan stared at them both – thoroughly entranced. He’d already fallen for Allison, and her daughter – or whom he presumed was her daughter - was equally as bewitching! He imagined for a moment what it might be like to be in bed with them both. Possibly tonight would be the night…

“Boy… come!” Allison was staring at him. She raised her hand and pointed towards the dining room. “Get a move on, will you. We’ll be in need of your services at the table. Quickly, quickly!”

Ethan was a bit taken aback. He thought that Allison had forgotten all about him. But no. Here she was asking – demanding – his presence. He felt a sudden sense of excitement and quickly moved to follow his Mistress and her incredibly sexy daughter!

Slowly but surely, all the mansion house guests made their way to the dining area. Three of them brought along their fuck toys. The big titted Roxy was herded along by the lady in the fluorescent pink dress who had taken a real shine to her. One of the other trio – the lady in the golden coloured dress, who’d enjoyed having one of the maids suck her snatch out, now had a chain around the neck of her sex toy of choice. The maid scurried along the ground on all fours, trying to keep up with her Mistress. Liz, the older lady who had the hots for Ethan – she forcefully marched her maid into the dining area. She was slapping the girl’s reddened buttocks, muttering a variety of profanities at her as she did so.

All the other maids – all four of them, waited for this evening’s guests to take their leave of the living room area. They then made their way towards the kitchen. They knew full well that they’d also succumb to the sexual delights of the guests. It was only a matter of time. But in the meantime, they were to help serve up the food.

Once all the guests were seated, Mistress Jane Dechaump, who was at the head of the table, stood to make a toast. “Ladies and gentleman, I wish to thank you very kindly for gracing the mansion house with your presence. It means a lot to us to have such good friends in our company. I hope that we can serve your every need. Now, all that remains is to say, bon apetit and let’s all drink to a very pleasurable evening!”

With that, the Mistress returned to her seat at the head of the table and the serving of the food and drink commenced.

On the menu there was organic foie gras as the entrée. The vegetarian option was poh piah which was a type of spring roll, but prepared in the Malaysian style. For main course, it was either Duck a l’Orange or the vegetarian option – which was not entirely vegetarian as such – king prawn, Foochow noodles, and a laksa sauce. For dessert, there was a choice of either strawberry cake or cherry and vanilla pie – both home-made. Jane always maintained a point never to skimp where the menu was concerned.

“Anyone who does not eat everything on their plate will be spanked,” the Mistress at the head of the table joked. All the guests laughed. Liz piped up, “if I don’t eat everything, then I’ll take it out on this bitch,” she pointed at her maid who was currently hunched over a chair with her reddened buttocks turned towards the dominant Liz. Liz slapped at the buttocks with her right hand. The maid flinched. This brought more laughter from around the table as well as some supportive clapping.

Ethan stood by his Mistress Allison, and tried to remain out of way as much as he could. His Mistress thrived on his company. What’s more, her daughter was sitting on her left. Allison felt happy. Happier than she’d felt for a long time. She had lover boy toy at her beck and call, and hopefully she’d have him in her bed later on tonight. And she had her darling daughter – Jade - right beside her.

With her left hand, she reached below the table over towards Jade’s thighs. Jade felt her mother’s touch and opened her legs a little. She then guided her mother’s hand up towards her cunt. Allison pulled at Jade’s g-string. She started to rub her fingers gently over her daughter’s pussy lips and clit. Jade responded by opening her thighs more in order to relish her mother’s attentions on her sweetness.

Allison then beckoned for Ethan to move closer. “Baby boy, get yourself under the table. I want to feel your tongue between my legs. All this sex around me is driving me crazy. I need to be cleaned – my pussy juices are flowing onto the carpet. And baby boy,” the Mistress whispered, “do be sure to get that tongue of yours inside my rose bud too. First do my pussy and clean me up a bit. Then move to my bud. Its getting a tad sweaty down there. There’s a good darling.” She snapped her fingers and pointed below the table.

Ethan didn’t hesitate. He scampered in below the dining room table and started to push his Mistress’s dress up. She pulled, he pushed. She edged her knees apart so that Ethan could get started. Ethan pulled her soaking pink g-string out of her pussy lips and manoeuvred it gently to the side. He then moved his head forward and down in order to make contact with her wetness. The Mistress’s aroma was strong. Ethan thrust his nose ever closer to his target and sniffed deeply. He then dived in. The Mistress gasped as his tongue made contact with her sopping love hole. She reached down with her right hand to rest it on the back of her lover boy’s head, whilst she continued playing with Jade’s womanhood with other hand. “Heaven!” she thought to herself. “Absolute heaven!”  Allison bucked her hips in order to meet Ethan’s attentive tongue. She pulled harder on the back of his head, edging him to go deeper still.

Ethan slid his tongue in and out making every effort to pleasure his Mistress as much as he possibly could. At the same time, he wanted to pace himself – the longer he was down between his Mistress’s gorgeous thighs, the more chance he would avoid the attentions of any of the other house guests. In essence, he was in fact doing everything possible to heed Allison’s wishes. Firstly to give her pussy a very good tongue massage and cleaning, and secondly, to avert any untoward attention from the house guests.

The entrée was served to Allison and her daughter.

“Wine, Mistress?” the maid who was doing the honours of serving the drinks enquired.

“Red for me. What is it tonight?” Allison asked.

“There’s an Australian Merlot, Mistress, or there’s a Carbenet Sauvignon from Chile. Oh, and there’s also a Malbec from the Bordeaux region of France.”

“Merlot”.

The maid turned to her drinks trolley and lifted the Merlot. She filled the Mistress’s glass and then moved on to Jade.

“Ma’am, your preference please?”

“Got champagne have you, bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am. We have Tattinger or Dom Perignon.”

“The Dom is most thoroughly appropriate,” Jade giggled.

“Yes, of course, Ma’am,” the maid replied. She located the Dom Perignon on the trolley and filled Jade’s glass. She then moved on to the next guest at the table.

Allison took her hand away from her daughter’s dripping sex so she could drink her wine. Before she picked up her glass, she popped her fingers in her mouth and sucked. “Mmmm… as tasty as ever, my baby.”

Jade pushed her g-string back into place. Her pussy was so hot, and she was desperate for more – much more. “Thanks mommy,” she responded. “Mommy,” Jade whispered to Allison after the maid had passed. “Is that girly boy sucking your pussy?”

“Yessss… yes he is, baby, and he’s awfully good at it too. I always thought that the girls would be better when it comes to pleasuring me, but the boy here is a very good performer. Seems to me he’s had a lot of practice. Oh yessssss. Fuck, that’s good!” she was enjoying Ethan’s tongue immensely! She continued talking with her daughter, “I’d be willing to bet that he’s been tongue fucking Kat. It’s obvious he’s in love with her, and if Kat’s Aunt Jane is anything to go by, then Kat has the potential for being one seriously dominant kid! Quite honestly, Jade, I’m just waiting for the day that I can test Kat’s resolve. I’d adore to have her eating from my juicy snatch. But I figure she may have an equal desire to have me eating from hers. Ohhhh, mmmmm, that’s so gooooood.” She bucked her pussy onto her slave boy’s face.” Jade, this boy is goooood… ohhh, that’s it, yessss! Clean me boy, clean me properly!”

“Mommy,” Jade said, “can I have the boy next. What with you fingering me, I’m wet too. I think it would be good that, after he’s worked on your needs, he then turns to mine. What d’you say, mommy, darling? Can I have him? Can I? Please mommy?”

Allison bent over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “Yes, of course, baby. I’d much prefer to share the boy with you than with anyone else in the world! After all, you’re blood. In a sense, if he’s working on your needs then he’s also working on mine too. Oh fuck, keep doing that boy, keep on doing that – it feels great! Get it deep boy. Ohhh yessss. Fuck my sopping pussy with your tongue! Fuck, yesssss!” Allison orgasmed twice while Ethan kept ploughing deeply at her drenched pussy hole. She stooped down a little in her chair. “Okay boy, time to get working on my sweaty ass.” She moved so that Ethan could get full access to her rose bud. Again, Ethan wasted no time. He needed no more encouragement than he’d already received.

“Mommy, when are you going to finish with him – or is it a “her”?” Jade quaffed. I’d really love to have it right now. I need it between my thighs and I need it right now.”

“Yeah, baby,” Allison responded. “Just wait till he’s done my puckered one properly, and I’ll push him over to you. Just give us a couple of minutes, is all.”

Allison bent down once more, “boy, get your fucking tongue deeper. I need to be cleaned. What I don’t need is a gentle massage, for fucks sake!” She opened her thighs a little wider in order to aid her lover boy’s voyage to the depths of her being. She farted loudly. Ethan gagged, but managed to keep up the good work regardless. He looked forward to smelling her. He was totally immersed in both his Mistress’s and his own sexual gratification.

“Mommy, once it – he – she – the boy, is on me, can I use his mouth for pee pee? I’m already needing and after some of this Dom champagne, I’ll be desperate.”

“No baby. You’ll have to take him to the toilet with you if you want to use him. We can’t have people using the dining room as a toilet, now can we?” Allison responded.

“I guess not, no. You are quite right. I’d never want to dampen Jane’s beautiful Persian rug with my pee pee. And chances are that there may be some seepage from its mouth.”

“That’s correct, baby. The boy is new to this. No doubt if you used him, he’d spill. Let’s not take the risk. Not until I’ve gotten him up to scratch, anyhow.” Allison smiled an evil smile in Jade’s direction.

Allison bent down a little in her seat and whispered, “that’s better boy. Good – nice and deep. Slide it as far up my derriere as you can. Yesssss that’s right,” she moaned pleasurably. “I’ll make a professional poop chute cleaner of you yet,” she giggled.

Jade continued, “Okay mommy. In which case, once he’s done you, I’ll take him upstairs to your bathroom. Then I can start with his – her – the lady boy’s tuition.”

“That’s fine honey. Just don’t keep him up there all night, will you.” I’m sure Jane wants to chat with you for a bit, and best not hide yourself away for too long with the boy. She’ll be asking where you’ve got to, not that she’d need many clues to guess right, of course.”

Allison once more popped her hand under the table but this time it was to push Ethan’s head away from her pooper. “That’s enough now boy. Time to go with baby girl Jade. Time to taste her golden juice.”

Ethan came out from under the table, the lower part of his face covered with his Mistress’s thick white cream.

“Best you wipe that off your face before you go any place,” Allison instructed him. “We don’t want everyone to know where you’ve been for the past 10 minutes, do we,” she chuckled. “Here boy,” she threw him a serviette.

Ethan wiped his face and then handed the serviette back to Allison.

“Don’t give the fucking dirty thing to me, you idiot,” she hissed. “Just put it down there on the floor behind you. One of the other maids will collect it shortly.”

Jade got up from the table. “Time we were outta here, girly boy,” she said to Ethan. “Mommy, I’ll see you soon. Give us 20 minutes or so,” she said.

“20 minutes – what, to have a piss?” Allison questioned.

“Erm, well yeah. Plus side benefits too of course,” she winked at her mother.

Jade grabbed Ethan’s arm and they proceeded to make their way to her mother’s boudoir.

A minute later and they were there. “Close the door behind you girly boy and lock it. We don’t want to be disturbed, now do we,” Jade told Ethan.

Jade then stripped off her little red number and threw it on the bed. She undid her voluptuously sized bra and pitched it on top of her dress. Ethan could see that her orbs were almost as large as her mother’s. They were equally as perfect too – “like cantaloupe melons,” Ethan thought. Her nipples were large and dark.

“This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it?” she placed her hands under her breasts and pushed them up. “Come, don’t be shy. Get over here and lick them. Quickly, we don’t have much time,” she ordered her sex slave.

Ethan jumped at the chance. His dick was now throbbing again. And for good reason too. Mistress Allison’s daughter – just like the Mistress herself - was to die for!

“Suck my nipples and nibble them – that’s what I like.”

Ethan did as he was told to do. He placed his hands on Jade’s breasts so that he could perform better.

“Don’t touch you fucking whore! Only your lips and your fucking tongue. No hands. Now get on with it!” she warned him. “Yes, that’s it, suck and nibble, nibble and suck. Gently girly, gently. If I find there’s any teeth marks, I’ll kill you!”

“Yessss! That’s good. Okay, let’s go to the bathroom. I need to pee bad,” she said.

Once inside the bathroom, Jade beckoned for Ethan to get into the bath. “Done this before, have you girly?” she asked.

Yes Ma’am,” Ethan responded, “but only with your mother.”

“So, what – you’ve been here in the mansion for a day and she’s already pissed in your mouth? Shit, she’s a fast operator is mommy! But then, so am I. Now here we go. Get your ass in the bathtub and lie down flat.”

Ethan followed orders.

Jade stepped into the tub and turned around. She then squatted over Ethan’s face and hitched her soaking wet g-string out of her snatch. She proceeded to tease her pussy lips apart with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, whilst she placed the thumb and forefinger of her right hand on her now swollen clitty.

“Ready, girly? Mouth nice and wide now.”

“Ready Mistress,” Ethan responded.

Jade’s pee started to flow into Ethan’s open mouth, slowly at first, but the flow quickly increased.

“Do be a darling and try your best to swallow all of it,” Jade told him.

Ethan spluttered as Jade’s urine flow increased. So far so good – he’d managed to swallow everything she’d given him.

The flow continued for what must have been almost 40 seconds.

“Did you manage to keep it all down?” Jade asked.

Ethan was still processing her pee. He made one last swallow and it was all gone. “Y… yes I did Mistress. I got it all down,” he replied.

“What, no spillage?”

“None Mistress, I swallowed it all.”

“Well now, seems we have a superstar in the making, girly boy. Just you wait till I tell mommy. She’ll be delighted with you!” Jade was very happy with Ethan’s performance.

“Now its cleaning time. That tongue of yours. It spent a long time in my mommy. You’re now going to repeat the process for me. So start cleaning, girly!” Jade prompted. She lowered her pee hole so that she was practically sitting on Ethan’s mouth. His nose was now touching her rose bud.

Ethan inhaled to try to get a sense of her aroma. “Perfume. She’s sprayed perfume on her butt. I wonder why?” He stuck his tongue out in order to meet her lips. Then he started to move his tongue back and forth, slurping up all of her golden juice as he did so.

“Give my clitty some attention too girly. I want to come on your face at least once.”

Ethan worked his tongue on Jade’s clit. It became even more engorged. “Mmmm… yeah, that’s it. Keep that up,” she commanded.

Jade started to ride Ethan’s face. Back and forth she moved her hips as he tickled her clitty with his tongue. “Now get in deep. Fuck my beautiful pussy! Deeper slut, deeper!” She lifted Ethan’s little maid skirt and grabbed his dick. She then began to stroke it uncontrollably. Ethan reacted and bucked his hips, trying to fuck his Mistress’s hand.

“You like it hard, do you, you prostitute, you fucking whore!” Jade shouted as she began to approach her first climax of the night. “Get your fucking tongue deep! Deeper, come on deeper – you brought my mom off, well now you’re gonna do the fucking same for me! But better!”

Jade started to slap at Ethan’s dick and balls. “Deeper still, you goddam mother fucker! Argghhhh, I’m gonna come all over your fucking face, you titless whore!” She bucked her hips relentlessly on Ethan’s face as he reached deeply into her love fest.

Ethan was gasping for breath as Jade shouted with joy “Oh fucking yesssss!” She then collapsed forward, thoroughly satisfied with Ethan’s performance.

Moments later, after she’d regained her composure, she said “where did you learn to pleasure a woman like that, sissy boy? You been in training with your friend Kat, or what? Did she regularly have you drink her piss and fuck her pussy with your tongue, did she? You’ve obviously gained experience some place. Oh, come on baby girl, you can tell me all about it. Tell me how she tastes? Tell me – did she spank you regularly? Is she a good lover? Did she force you to tongue her rose bud? To taste her shit? Come on slut, you can tell Mistress Jade. Tell me all about it. I promise I won’t tell mommy. I promise I’ll not tell anyone. Let it all out. Mommy already thinks you and Kat were lovers. And she thinks that Kat was your dominant. She thinks that Kat used to shit in your mouth. Is she right?”

“What do you mean Mistress?” Ethan asked.

“You know precisely what the fuck I mean,” she hissed. Did Aunt Jane’s niece fuck your brains out on a regular basis? Did she dominate your every move? Did she piss and shit in your fucking mouth? That’s what I mean. What else would I fucking mean, you dumb idiot!”

“Kat?” Ethan asked, even though he already knew full well to whom Jade was referring. “No Mistress, Kat and I were just good friends. I never did anything with Kat other than be her friend. I do care about her a lot but that’s all.” Ethan was not telling the whole truth here, but he knew better than to tell Jade everything. Yes, he did love Kat very much indeed. And yes, he had fantasized about doing stuff with her. And yes, he had fantasized even to the point of being her “maid boy”. But that was all fantasy world. He’d not actually physically gone ahead with any of it.

“Sissy boy, if I find out you’re lying to me – and you mark my words, I will fucking find out. If I find out that you are not telling me the truth, I’ll be gunning for you. And really sissy boy, or are you a fucking girl? Really, you don’t want me to be gunning for you. Not even mommy will save you if she knows that I’m after your fucking blood. And I know mommy is all hot for you. She’s really taken to you. But if she knows you’ve lied to me, she’ll not stand in my way should I want to fuck you up real bad!”

Ethan suddenly felt worried. What if Jade did find out about his true feelings for Kat? What would be the consequences? Would Jade really hurt him physically? He realized that she was more than capable of doing so. But also – what about his relationship with Allison. Would that also be doomed? What then? No doubt if Allison decided to negate him from her “harem” then Jane Dechaump would probably do the same. And that would mean the end of a promising career here at the mansion house.

But there was something else besides. What if Kat found out about Ethan’s new lifestyle? Would she ever understand why he was doing the stuff he was being asked to do? Would she ever trust him again? Would she still want to be friends with him? Probably not. She’d be appalled by his actions.

Or… did his friend Kat have a deeper darker side to her that he’d never even considered before? Perhaps she was a “chip off the old block”. Perhaps she was similar to her Aunt Jane – a cruel dominatrix at heart. Maybe Kat had been lying to him all along. He remembered seeing a glint in her eye when she was ordering him around in her apartment. And there was a glint in his eye too – he really loved it! But that was beside the point. Maybe Kat had been in on this whole thing from a while back. Maybe Kat was the instigator behind him being “imprisoned” and totally humiliated here at Aunt Jane’s mansion house all along.

Already Ethan’s mind was in turmoil and he’d not even been in the house for 24 hours. He’d been transformed into a sex toy and a human toilet in less than 24 hours!

However, he’d found the whole experience to be intensely exciting, and insanely gratifying. Already he felt like a new person. Liberated from his previous concerns about his debts. His sex life was totally transformed. No longer could sex ever be boring – as long as he remained at Aunt Jane’s mansion house. And the truth of the matter was – Ethan was now entirely consumed by his lust for sex. His desire to be humiliated and abused was all-encompassing. He no longer felt like the Ethan of old. Now he was an “it”. A girly boy. A man possessed by his inner most needs. He was really afraid. But at the same time, he was intensely stimulated by what the future could very well hold for him.

“Sissy boy!” Jade snapped Ethan out of his world and back to the here and now. “We best get downstairs. Mommy will be waiting for me. And I know Jane will be wondering where we are too. Go get my dress from the bed. Hmmm, and yeah. Get one of mommy’s g-strings from her closet for me while you’re at it. I can’t wear mine. Its soaking. Don’t bother about my bra. I’ll go freestyle. I don’t think any of those old lesbian hussy’s will have eyes for me tonight. They’re all too busy touching up Jane’s sex slaves.

Jade lifted herself off the boy and got out of the bathtub to go check her look in the mirror. Ethan jumped up and went to collect Jade’s little red cocktail dress from Allison’s bed.  He then entered Allison’s closet to find out where she kept her panties. He opened a couple of drawers and found what he was looking for. Jade’s dress was red, so the g-string best be red too. He picked out a pinky red number, closed the drawer and returned to the bathroom and handed the g-string and the cocktail dress to Jade.

“Pity we don’t have more time sissy boy – or are you a girl – I’m confused?” she sniggered. She took her dress from Ethan and draped it over her head. She then snatched the g-string, bent down and stepped into it, then pulled it up over her thighs. “Ah well, no worries. Mommy and I will be sleeping together tonight and I’m very sure that you will be part of our pleasure. I bet you can’t wait, am I right?”

Ethan was more than tempted to nod in agreement, but he decided to refrain from letting Jade know his true feelings. After all, he was a man. A gentleman. A guy who could have lots of really hot women if he truly wanted to. Well, that’s what he was in a previous life. But that’s not what he was any longer. He was now a groveling sex slave who thrived on giving pleasure to anyone who should demand it from him. Albeit, he did have a particular trio of ladies whom he would do anything for without feeling remotely repulsed…

Mistress Allison

Jade – Mistress Allison’s daughter

Kat – his best friend in the world

Chapter Three – Jade and Ethan

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