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Catherine’s Punishment Part Five
A continuing work of Fiction
By Johhnyboy
‘Oh My Lord!’ Exclaimed Catherine Dixon. Never in her life
had she seen, heard of or even read about a sight such as the one greeting her
as she followed Joan through the doorway.
Downstairs in the
shop, Joan, after locking and bolting the door, beckoned a highly embarrassed
but none the less relieved Catherine to follow her. Through a storeroom door
they went, up one flight of carpeted stairs, past other doors, one marked,
Catherine had noticed, ‘Tony Weston’ and others marked ‘General Office’.
Somehow these everyday signs helped Catherine regain a sense of normality after
the rather disturbing events both in the street and upon meeting Joan.
Then it was up another
flight of stairs, these though, of bare wood, along a short corridor until
finally, Joan, opening another door, stood back, urging Catherine through.
Catherine’s exclamation
was well founded, walking through the doorway, a large room, its brick walls alternately
painted black and deep red had opened up before Catherine’s astonished eyes.
Large Spotlights, on the very high
ceiling starkly illuminated all manner of Bondage equipment set around the room and walls, bondage cross’s,
padded benches and frames were surrounded by all manner of whips, cuffs, leads,
harness’s and gags hanging from the walls. A huge black, metal cage hung inches
above the carpeted floor, suspended by a thick rope led through a block pulley
device leading eventually to a winch set into the wall.
What though really overwhelmed Catherine ,was the spectacle
in the centre of the large ‘playroom’, that of a completely naked woman,
suspended upside down in a very widely spread ‘X’ position, her leather cuffed
wrists secured via metal clasps to a wide spreader bar hauled up until her
wrists could be attached to bolts set into the floor and ankles. The woman who
Catherine assumed to be in her late twenties had also been gagged, padded
leather Bar pulled between her lips, secured at the back of her head by black
leather straps.
Catherine found
herself unable to take her eyes from the woman; this, she thought, was the most
incredible erotic sight she had ever witnessed, who was she, why the woman was
there? Then, ‘Oh my lord’, who had
placed her there?
But, most of all,
Catherine was wondering how it would feel if she herself were there, naked,
available to anyone who may be there.
Joan brushing past Catherine, walked over to
the naked suspended woman, her hand reaching up and stroking her inner thigh,
from knee to her very exposed pubic mound,.
‘This Catherine’ began
Joan, now simply caressing the woman’s mound ‘Is the bosses secretary, her work of
late has not been up to the standard he requires Catherine, therefore he
decided she should be punished!’
Catherine could hardly
believe her ears, how on earth could this ‘boss’ do such a thing? But…………but,
oh god it was so exciting to see!
In fact, the
‘secretary’ was one of the models, bondage models, Tony hired for his rather
‘underground’ publications, placed there by both Tony and a very willing Sean
only minutes before Catherine had followed Joan upstairs, simply so that
Catherine could view the woman and wish the woman were herself
‘Stand over here
Catherine’ her thoughts were interrupted by Joan’s request/order. Dutifully a
speechless Catherine obeyed, soon to find herself positioned a few feet from the
metal cage.
‘Place your hands upon
your head Catherine’ said Joan, standing directly before her.
Instinctively
Catherine obeyed her command, even, without thinking, parting her legs a little
whilst doing do.
‘Good, I think young
Sean had chosen well, you are a real beauty Catherine, now listen closely, from
now onward you will call me ‘Mistress’ nothing more, nothing less, you
understand’?
Catherine, although
perplexed as to the purpose of all this, did though, nod her head in
understanding and say ‘yes’
Joan folded her arms
and stepped a little closer to Catherine.
‘Oh Dear, I do hope
you are not going to be difficult Catherine, now, lets start again, you shall
from now onwards address me only as ‘Mistress’ is that understood Catherine?’
‘Yes Mistress’ replied
Catherine, surprised at how easily the word ‘Mistress’ had slipped from her
lips.
‘That’s better
Catherine, I have no wish to punish you………..just yet, but believe me I shall do
so if you either disobey me or fail to show me proper respect, understand?’
‘Yes Mistress’ replied
Catherine, her eyes glued to the suspended model, her mind a turmoil of
emotions, excited by the comments of Joan whilst wondering when Sean would
arrive. That consideration though was soon to be answered.
‘Sean has decided that
I am to instigate your training, here we have, as you can see, all the
facilities needed to both delight you when you please me and to punish you for
any disobedience Catherine. The pecking order here is very simple, you
Catherine, are at the bottom, whilst The boss, Tony, at the top, is all
powerful, you must not speak to him unless you are told to Catherine, when you
meet you must always kneel down before them and, as you are now, place your
hands on your head, part your legs, and look down to the floor, is that
understood?’
‘Yes Mistress’ replied
Catherine, her excitement growing and trying to picture in her mind just what
the boss ‘Tony,’ would look like.
‘Good, now then, Aside
from when your owner, Sean, is present, I am next in the chain, for although I
am a Slave myself, I am, unlike you Catherine, ‘Tony’s fully trained Slave and
it has been decided by your owner and Tony that I am to be your
‘Mistress’, you have
many things to learn Catherine, much of it from me’
Catherine suddenly
became aware the door was opening and glancing across to it, she was astonished
to see the spotty youth, whose cock she had be forced to masturbate ii the
street, striding nonchalantly into the ‘Playroom’.
He was in fact, Tony’s
‘Gofer’, a young lad whose sexual inclinations leaned very much toward the
humiliation of older women who had repeatedly begged Tony for a position in his
‘bookshop’ no matter how little the salary.
Catherine, hands still
on her head, was on the verge of dashing through the door, until her ‘Mistress’
Joan, told her.
‘And Kevin, who you
have already met, completes the pecking order for you Catherine, he is Tony’s
assistant and as such you will comply with any instruction he may give you in
the absence of Tony, Sean or myself, although he is not allowed ‘access’ to you Catherine, for outside he was
only following the boss’s orders, Is that clear?’
The thought of having
to comply with instructions given her by ‘Kevin’ was thoroughly repugnant to
Catherine, but, given her ‘Mistress’s assurance about ‘access’ to her, she
thought better than to protest about his
presence and, trying not to look at the smirking, evil looking Kevin , replied
meekly,
‘Yes Mistress’……………………………………………………
………………………………………………………………
The whole scenario, the
suspended woman, Catherine, hands on head, Joan standing before her, and Kevin,
who now sat smirking, on a leather bench a couple of feet from Catherine, was
viewed, via various monitors, upstairs in Tony’s office by both Tony and Sean.
Sean’s earlier anxiety at the possibly of
Catherine embarrassing him before Tony by not turning up at his bookshop, had
been dispelled by Dan, telling Sean on the cell phone his Mother was a that
moment dressing herself in her Red satin lingerie, black skirt and transparent
white blouse, gazed at the monitors with unconcealed delight,…….. He had done
it!
Dan’s ‘reward’ had been an invitation to she
bookshop and was even now viewing his Mothers ‘Training’ through monitors in a
small office next to Tony’s, his hand never far from his twitching cock.
Sean though was triumphant, Mrs. Catherine
Dixon was here, she was his, her very presence told him so, for Sean fully
realized his previous conquest of Catherine had been in her own home, where she
had been unguarded, vulnerable to his demands of her.
But By coming here,
even running the gauntlet the challenge they had set up in the street outside
the shop, Catherine was openly acknowledging she was now Sean’s property.
Sean felt indebted to
the older man beside him for his advice and help, and of course the use of
these fabulous facilities, even though, as Tony had informed him, there would
be a price to pay.
But Sean cared not what that price may be, for
Catherine Dixon was his property now, but there was no ‘love’ involved on his
part, and when fully trained he planned to have her fuck or suck whoever he
decided, even her own husbands access to her would be limited by Sean and he
looked forward to enjoying every single moment of Catherine Dixon’s training,
whether it be by himself, Tony, Joan or even the spotty rat faced Kevin.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Joan was speaking again and Catherine was
suddenly aware of piped music coming from speakers fixed to the walls,
‘Good, now that’s
settled I want to see more of you Catherine, you shall begin by removing your
blouse’
Of course Catherine
had fully expected sooner or later that she would be removing her clothes but,
seeing the smirking spotty face of Kevin leering at her, made it very hard for
Catherine to obey Joan’s instruction.
Only, when Joan noticed her hesitation and
told her that Kevin would be very happy to rip the blouse from her body did
Catherine drop her hands, and, to the soft music, unbutton the garment and eventually
summon enough nerve remove it completely.
‘Hand it to
Kevin’ Joan told her, leaving Catherine
to humiliatingly step forward and hand her Blouse to the smirking Kevin, who
was openly rubbing his cock through his Jeans whilst his eyes feasted upon Catherine’s large firm breasts, barley
concealed by her red satin bra.
‘Nice Tits Mrs. Dixon,
Christ she really is something Joan, lets see her cunt’ he said adding to
Catherine’s unease and humiliation.
‘Be patient Kevin,’
replied Joan, ‘okay Catherine, now remove your skirt……..but, ……..you will do so
by loosening it sufficiently for you to be able to return your hands to your
head and then wriggle your hips until the skirt falls down, you must learn to
do this Catherine as it is a mandatory requirement when stripping for a Master,
or indeed myself!’ said Joan.
Catherine desperately
wished that Sean would walk through the door to reassure her, but assumed his
absence must be some kind of obedience test for her, so, despite the resentment
she felt toward the smirking Kevin, and the fact she had never in her adult
life stripped off before another woman, let alone a spotty horrible youth such
as Kevin only added to Catherine’s discomfiture, none the less she slowly
unzipped her short skirt before replacing her hands upon her head.
With the soft piped
music in the background Catherine Dixon, swaying her hips from side to side,
performed her first ever strip top music. Deliberately ignoring Kevin and
keeping eyes upon the suspended woman in the centre of the room Catherine’s
swaying hips eventually allowed her skirt to fall into a pool of material
around her feet, revealing to Joan, Kevin and of course the two men watching
from Tony’s office, a tiny red thong, barely concealing Catherine’s now
throbbing pubic mound, her matching Garter belt and black seamed stockings that
served only to enhance the shapeliness of her legs.
‘Pick up your skirt
Catherine and hand it to Kevin’ said Joan, ensuring Catherine had to repeat the
embarrassing process of handing her clothing to the horrible youth who continued
to rub his crotch even as he took Catherine’s skirt from her hand
Catherine though, somehow
even managed to feel a sense of pride on hearing Kevin’s soft appreciative
whistling as she handed him her skirt, but then Joan was telling her to now
turn her back on them, to reach behind, unclasp her Bra, hold the cups in her
hands and then turn back to them, let the bra fall away and hand it to Kevin.
And as Catherine
turned away from them and unclasped her Bra
Joan was adding that Catherine
would, from now on, remove her clothes in this required manner every time she
was ordered to strip for her Masters’ or Mistress!
Turning back toward
them, her hands cupping her breasts and her face a vivid red, Catherine tried
not to look at Kevin and concentrated again on the suspended woman as she
allowed her hands to drop slowly from her breasts, and with them, her red satin
bra. Catherine’s humiliation increased tenfold when, after being again told to
hand her garment to Kevin, the horrible youth had held his outstretched hand
low to one side, forcing Catherine to bend both forward and down, thus ensuring
her firm breasts topped with those large nipples hung from her body directly in
front of the almost drooling Kevin as he eventually held the proffered Bra.
‘mmm’ Said Joan after
Catherine had resumed her hands on head position, this time though, all but
naked of course.
‘You really have
looked after that body Catherine, that’s a fantastic pair of tits, great legs
too, I can see now why your Master decided to have you!’
Once again that
bizarre sense of pride enveloped Catherine, no woman had ever spoken to her in
such terms and, almost without realizing she was doing so, Catherine was
replying…
‘Thank you Mistress’
replied Catherine as Joan stepped much closer.
‘Good girl Catherine’ …………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
‘Well Sean,
Catherine’s a real cracker for her age and she’s going to be a great addition
to my stable of Model’s, most of my readers love to see a real classy middle
aged bitch in bondage, and of course there is the matter of the ‘personal photo
shoots’ we hold now and again, a lot of money to made from punters there, especially
as she comes free of charge!’ said Tony,
whilst both he and Sean studied the beautiful near naked body of Catherine
Dixon strung up and hanging from the wide spreader bar.
Sean, had originally assumed Tony would simply
use Catherine as a fucktoy, but now knew the ‘price to pay’ for Tony’s help in
the subjugation and training of Catherine was to be Tony both training and
using Catherine as his unpaid Bondage Model
Tony had taken Sean
‘under his during the past few weeks, openly informing Sean of his intention to
eventually take a back seat in the operation and so Sean, informing his mother and father he may now
look to a career in ‘publishing,’ spent a lot of his spare time here, in Tony’s
office learning more than he ever thought possible about the Sub/Dom, BSDM and
S&M scenes, soon realizing he himself was also being trained, and trained
to be much more than a ‘Master’
And so Sean cared not
one jot for Tony using Catherine as another bondage Model for his ‘underground’
photo shoot magazine and the private photo shoots with the ‘special extras’
afterward, Indeed, these would serve only to accelerate what had now, having
turned seventeen, become his ultimate objective, that of eventually taking over
from Tony and having his own ‘stable’ of Slave’s. And Mrs. Catherine Dixon, together
with Joan, both oblivious to Sean’s intentions of course, would be the first
two slaves in his stable.
Whilst watching an
excited Kevin secure the ball gag behind Catherine’s head, Sean pondered on how
best to use Dan in future. For, despite Dan’s obvious desire and pleadings to
Sean that he be allowed to fuck his mother, Sean would not agree to that.
But Catherine would, Sean thought, from time
to time, need to be reminded of her new position in life and saw no reason why
her own son should not administer to his mother, the occasional ‘chastisement
beating’ when required, although, upon reflection, it would perhaps be better
for Sean to have Dan’s Mother continue to be unaware of her son’s activities.
More so perhaps, after
Dan provided Sean with a DVD it showed both his Mother and Dan’s Aunt Victoria,
Catherine’ sister, apparently trying on, each other clothes in Catherine’s
bedroom.
Despite Dan telling Sean his aunt Victoria, at
45 was older than his mother, on the DVD she was still a stunner, her hair,
almost black, was cut short rather than long as with Catherine’s blonde hair,
but her face was still young and relativity unlined, and, in her black bra and
silk French knickers, still possessed a body to die for, huge firm breasts
leading down to full hips below a very trim waistline and equally trim legs.
Sean’s stroke of luck
regarding
Sean’s cock twitched
at the prospect of having both sisters stood, tied together, facing each other
whilst he whipped them, and he saw no reason why he should not develop the strategy for Sister Victoria’s
eventual submission that Dan had devised, thereby providing Sean with a third
slave for his ‘stable’………………………………………………………….
In fact, the DVD had
been a bigger bonus for Dan, his aunt Victoria, along with his Mother, had long
been the subject of his fantasies and it had been the idea of Sean and himself
fucking her had that came into his head once again when toying with his mothers
thong after witnessing her Anal rape by Sean.
The raven haired
Victoria Peters, Dan thought, was as beautiful as his mother, and, with the
help of the spy cams hidden in his Mothers room, he eventually discovered just how beautiful when
his TV monitors showed her stripping down to her black underwear. So Dan
decided there and then, he would provide a DVD of Victoria Peters for Sean
together with his ideas, already he had copied the spare set of keys to
Meanwhile Sean looked
on as, in the ‘playroom’, Joan stepped close to Catherine; the nail of her
index finger began tracing a line along the waistband of Catherine’s tiny
thong.
‘Your thong Catherine,
is never removed by yourself, only your ‘Masters or Mistress ever removes it.
Catherine gasped, unexpectedly Joan’s index finger was tracing a line around the small triangle of
red satin just covering Catherine’s mound, causing little sparks of electricity
to run through her body as she was touched for the first time by another woman.
That though was nothing compared to the hammering of Catherine’s heartbeat as
Joan’s index finger slid beneath the satin triangle to lightly scratch her
pubic mound. At any other time Catherine would have feared for her health as
her heartbeat wild into overdrive when Joan’s fingertip slid between her
soaking wet cunt lips.
‘Oh Yes Catherine, you
certainly are ready for your training!’
Joan nodded to Kevin
who then moved across to the suspended woman, Catherine looked on in amazement
whilst Kevin unclipped the hooks clipping her wrist cuffs to the bolts set into
the carpet, before pulling a padded leather bench under the woman’s body,
simaltainesly lifting her body, whilst pulling the bench under her, the net
result being the upper half of the woman’s body lying upon the bench.
So engrossed was Catherine,
she barley noticed the matching wrist cuffs Joan now attached to her own wrists
as she watched Kevin walk across to the wall and , via a large winch, lower the
spreader bar secured to her ankle cuffs until the Models legs were about
horizontal.
Whilst now aware of
Joan clipping the leather cuffs together behind her back, Catherine was too
fascinated to worry about it, as she watched Kevin unclip each of the Models
ankle cuffs from the wide metal spreader bar before gently lowering each leg in
turn until the woman was simply lying upon the padded leather bench.
When though, Joan,
kneeling before her and placing leather anklets on her legs ,did Catherine
worry a little, but, after completing the task, Joan , still kneeling before
Catherine, eased aside the tiny triangle of satin covering Catherine’s mound
before sliding her tongue between Catherine’s very wet cunt lips to find her
little button of pleasure.
Where previously
Catherine found even the very thought of another woman doing such a thing to
her, totally repulsive, the actuality, was to feel the most erotic and incredible sensations, as Joan flicked her
knowing tongue over her throbbing bud to make her body shudder in pure ecstasy
All too soon though it
was over and Joan was once more standing before Catherine, leaving her shocked
to the core when telling her.
‘You taste good
Catherine, but that was just to give you an idea of what you will be doing for
your Mistress shortly!’…………………………………..
After assisting the
‘secretary’ to rise to her feet Kevin finally removed her ball gag before
giving her a meaty slap on each buttock
It was then Kevin,
ball gag in hand, turned toward Catherine, who herself was dismayed to see Joan
following the naked ‘secretary’ from the ‘playroom’.
Made helpless by
having her wrists cuffed behind her back, Catherine could do nothing to prevent
Kevin from standing far to close behind her and placing the still wet ball gag
between her own lips before, to Catherine’s alarm his hands dropping to her
breasts began tweaking her nipples.
‘’Well, well, well,
your nipples are getting hard , you thought you’d seen the last of me didn’t
you, you snooty bitch’ whispered Kevin, his hot breath in Catherine’s ear
causing her to shudder in wide eyed fear and abhorrence.
‘Well, Mrs. Snooty
Knickers, you’ve already had my come juice on your hands, the next time though,
you’ll be drinking it from my cock in your mouth!’
All Catherine could do
was shake her head and mumble denials into her gag as Kevin, watched now in the
office by Joan as well as the two men, still tweaking her nipples marched
Catherine the short distance across the room to the slightly suspended large
Metal Cage.
Producing a padlock
key, Kevin, unlocked the hinged iron door, which in reality formed one complete
side of a cage whose dimensions were around 3x3 feet and some 7 feet high.
‘This is where you go
now , snooty knickers’ Kevin told Catherine, none to gently pushing her inside.
‘And mind you place
your feet onto the bars on the floor’
Looking down whilst
being guided into the cage, Catherine could see the ‘floor’ was in fact just
another series of bars and was careful to place her feet over them.
Worse was to for
followed for Catherine as Kevin unclipped her wrist cuffs, lifting each of her
arms before re-clipping the wrist cuffs to metal rings welded to the top bars
of her cage, leaving Catherine almost hanging on tiptoe inside the cage.
Finally, kneeling,
Kevin pulling each of Catherine’s legs apart, clipped each anklet to
corresponding rings set into the floor of the cage. The effect was to leave
Catherine, already almost naked, completely vulnerable and really having to
stand on her toes to ease the pressure on her arms.
Stepping back, Kevin,
surveying his handiwork, was delighted to see the look of pure alarm upon
Catherine’s beautiful face.
Although he had specifically been told not
too, Kevin, knowing his back was to the Camera, and therefore shielding him,
was unable to resist putting his hand into the cage and inside Catherine’s tiny
thong, his fingers slipping between the horrified woman’s cunt lips,
masturbating her.
Venomously, Kevin,
almost spitting the words, told Catherine.
‘You tell anybody
about our little game and I’ll come round your house, beat the fucking shit out
of you and then fuck that posh ass!, you understand me Mrs. Oh so posh fucking cunt lips!?
The terrified
Catherine, grimacing against Kevin’s unwanted and painful invasion of her most
intimate of areas, furiously nodded her head in agreement with him; she would
not, she knew, even tell Sean, Catherine had no desire whatsoever to get on
the wrong side of this horrible spotty, dirty brute of a boy, and would be more
than happy to remain silent, little realizing that by her very silence, Catherine was merely
leaving herself open to certain further abuses by the hideous Kevin, who held
no fondness whatsoever for Sean, regarding him an upstart who had taken, what
Kevin’s saw to be his own rightful place in the hierarchy of, the more
underground, of Tony’s operations.
Eventually Kevin
withdrew his dirty fingers from within the terrified Catherine’s cunt.
‘You enjoyed that
didn’t you Mrs. Oh so fucking posh
Frightened to the
extreme by Kevin, Catherine, grunting into her gag, humiliatingly nodded her
head vigorously in agreement with him.
Seemingly satisfied, Kevin strode across the
room to an electrical control panel. There he stood, glaring longingly at the
near naked mature beauty in the cage until the playroom door swung open.
Astonishingly,
Catherine realized she had met him only twice, and on each occasion been abused
by him, but when Sean strode through the door, Catherine, after her abuse from
Kevin, had never in her life been so pleased to see anybody! , her eyes
pleading with her young master, Catherine wanted nothing more than for him to
hold her, reassure her, be with her, until, behind Sean, Tony purposefully
entered the playroom and Catherine’s
eyes were drawn toward his large powerful, middle aged frame.
Briefly Tony’s eyes
met hers before Catherine quickly lowered her gaze, partly in remembrance of
Joan’s instruction but more because of her immediate feeling of deference
toward this man, such was the intimidation radiating from his cold grey eyes as
he gazed toward her, before nodding briefly toward Kevin.
By the switch panel
Kevin pressed a couple of buttons, a motor began to whir and suddenly the cage,
to Catherine’s amazement, the floor she was now looking at was left behind and
her cage being slowly lifted by a motorized, up and up went Catherine until the
metal cage, its floor now almost 5 feet above the carpet stopped just beneath a
strong wooden beam.
Shortly after a
shudder of metal, rocking the cage from side to side, the cage was moving
again, this time sideways, along the beam to the very spot where the secretary
had been suspended earlier, and where, from her surreptitious gaze Catherine
could see, Tony and Sean standing, with Joan respectfully
a few feet behind them.
And as the Cage
continued its slow but inevitable journey, .Catherine realized she was actually
being ‘delivered’ to them, a ‘Bird in a gilded cage’ or, an almost naked mature
mother of two facing her inevitable journey of total capitulation toward both
these men.
Finally the motor
stopped whirring; the cage shuddered to a stop and, eyes averted, Mrs.
Catherine Dixon, standing, bound and gagged in her cage, awaited with heart
hammering anticipation, whatever her young Master, Sean and the man she would
soon learn to call ‘Master Tony’, had
planned for her.
Abruptly the motor
whirred into life once again, the Cage and its beautiful content lowered until
its base was again, only inches above the carpet.
Catherine, well aware
of the ‘Master’s scrutiny of her body, ensured her eyes were glued to her shoes
as she finally heard the deep authorotive voice of Tony.
‘Well Sean, you’ve
chosen well, she’s a real cracker, in great shape for her age, great breasts
and perfect nipples, good legs too, has she been shaved?’
Catherine could
scarcely believe her ears, this man was talking about her as if she were a, a,
oh god,! ‘
‘No Tony, not yet’
replied Sean ‘thought you may wish to inspect her first’
Already looking down,
Catherine watched with almost detached fascination Tony slipped a large hand
between the bars of her cage, gripped her tiny red thong and, seemingly without
effort, ripped the triangle of satin from her body, thereby removing Catherine’s
last vestige of modesty, his fingers soon stroking the soft blonde downy hair
covering Catherine’s pubic mound and leaving her emotions in tatters.
So wrong, yet so good. So immoral, yet so
exciting. So absolutely humiliating, yet
so inevitably exciting, Were Catherine’s jumbled thoughts.
‘Nice cunt hair but it
has to go, a good Slave should be clean shaven Sean, see to it Joan,……………….. What
about marking her Sean?
Now it was Sean’s hand
sliding between the Bars of Catherine’s cage, and just as she had on the
previous occasions her pulse thumped even harder in her rib cage when his fingers gently stroked, pulled and
squeezed both nipples.
‘I thought one nipple
ring to begin with Tony, then another when she has been fully trained.’
Sean’s words struck
her like a thunderbolt ‘nipple ring!’ oh
my lord! he surely can’t be serious’ Catherine wanted to tell Sean there was no
way she would have her nipple pierced, how could she!, She was a middle aged
mother for goodness sake, with a husband at home…….sometimes!. But Catherine
dared not even raise her eyes to Sean or Tony, let alone attempt denial through
her gag.
‘What about the
husband Sean?’
‘The Slave can make
noises about a mid life crisis, wanting to rebel, that sort of thing, thought
she’d search for her youth again, and I shall also limit his access to her,
allow him to fuck her just now and again, never in her ass though Tony, that’s
mine alone.
Here Tony smiled for
the first time. ‘Well, Sean, she’s certainly found her youth, bet she never
expected it to be in the shape of yourself though!, time I had a chat with her
though, would you mind Sean, after all she is your property, but we have our
agreement to consider.’
‘Be my guest Tony’
Everything regarding
the future of Mr. Catherine Dixon had already been agreed between Tony and
Sean, all this was pure theatre, laid on for her benefit.
Catherine who could
hardly believe what she was hearing, took it all in of course, her body, her
future, all being discussed by a total
stranger and the young boy she now regarded to be her owner. But Catherine
couldn’t understand why, instead of anger she felt a certain pride and instead
of humiliation, terrifying yet still exciting feelings of anticipation.
‘Look at me’ Said
Tony, an apprehensive Catherine looked up at Tony, but was soon fighting the
immediate impulse to look away from his cold grey eyes. Eyes that seemed to
look right though hers and onto into her very soul.
Tony slid a hand
between the Bars again. Cupping Catherine’s chin in strong fingers, he told
her………………
‘You really are a
beautiful woman Catherine, for a woman your age your body is perfect in every
way.
‘Your Master has done well to find you
Catherine, you are now his property, but whilst you are here Catherine, you
will be taught many things, some you will enjoy, others you may not, but you no
longer have any say in your future, that is for your Master’s to decide, do you
understand Catherine?’
Catherine heard Tony’s
words in a daze of apprehension, once again she was being told she was now
effectively ‘owned’ by Sean, but how could this be, he was so young, she was a
married woman more than twice his age. But so mesmerized and subjugated was Catherine
by Tony’s cold grey eyes, she would have agreed with anything Tony demanded of
her, such was the combination of fear and respect she felt for both Tony, and
of course, her ‘owner’ Sean.
So, when Tony released
Catherine’s chin, she simply nodded her head toward him, keeping fearful eyes
glued to his.
‘Good Girl Catherine,’
continued Tony, ‘But if you disobey or displease your Master’s whilst you are
here Catherine, I shall punish you myself and whip you until you beg for mercy,
understood?’
Once again Catherine
nodded her understanding, Where, perhaps only minutes ago, part of Catherine
still thought of this a very wicked but enjoyable game she herself could end at
any time, But on hearing Tony’s words Catherine know knew otherwise, she was
spiraling downward, in ever decreasing circles, into a web of depravity spun
around her by Sean and Tony, a web Catherine had neither the will power, nor,
in truth, desire to break free of.
Tony nodded to Sean, and
then turned toward Joan.
‘Shave her; then give
her training in the art of sucking cock properly, she can experiment on
yourself and Kevin, then some obedience training, when she’s ready give her one
of the small gold nipple rings, bring her before me when you think she’s ready
Joan.
Both Joan, and of
course Kevin were more than happy to carry out Tony’s instructions, but, in her
Cage, Catherine, dismayed to watch both Sean and Tony abruptly turn from her
and stride out of the playroom, could
also see the spotty evil face of Kevin
looking at her with a viciously cruel smile……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Dan, arriving home to
see his Mothers car parked on the driveway, slipped into the house and,
removing his shoes, made his way noiselessly upstairs to his room where he
quickly set about switching on his TV monitors.
There, in her Bedroom,
his Mother was removing her black skirt having already stripped from her blouse
and Bra, after she had done so Catherine, minus her shredded thong, stood,
almost naked, before her mirror and bought one hand up to her right
Breast. Dan watched in fascination as
his Mother toyed with the small gold nipple ring that had earlier been slid
into her freshly pierced nipple, his cock rock hard yet again as he recalled
the earlier events in the ‘Bookshop’
Excitedly, Dan had
watched his Mother released from the cage by Kevin, whose hands had managed to
explore just every part of his Mothers body whilst Joan merely looked on,
directing Kevin to attach Catherine, by the leather cuffs she still wore, to a
waist high leather padded trolley, the end of which was hinged up at a 45
degree angle, thus propping up Catherine’s head and shoulders thus allowing her
to view what came next. Before that though Kevin lowered a wide metal spreader
bar, clipping Catherine’s anklets to its ends, finally, the spreader bar was
raised via a winch until Catherine’s legs were held, spread wide apart, just
above her horizontal body on the trolley.
Very soon Joan was
washing and foaming Catherine’s naked pubis, the height of Catherine’s
suspended legs, allowing her to soap and foam the area around Catherine’s Anus.
From his the office
Dan watching in fascination, his mother being shaven by Joan, noted every
change of expression upon his Mothers face, first apprehension, the obvious
embarrassment at another woman touching her most intimate of areas, and then,
the look of sheer pleasure as Joan combined her shaving skills with delicate
explorations of both Catherine’s orifices.
Eventually Joan
completed her task after drying Catherine’s pubic area and anus with soft
fluffy towels, before stroking her now baby smooth pubic mound, even allowing
Kevin, much to Catherine’s apprehension to do the same before finally rubbing a
soothing cream into the shaven area.
Joan’s next step was
to show a surprised and somewhat jealous Catherine, now cuffed and caged once
more and kneeling between Joan’s legs but facing away from her, a DVD of
herself sucking Sean’s rampant cock, using all her undoubted skills, sucking,
licking, lightly biting every part of his Cock, Balls, thighs and of course
Anus.
‘Watch carefully
Catherine and learn, you will do exactly the same as I am doing, only to Kevin,
and, if I think you have not learned or remembered every trick she see me
performing, you will do so over and over again with Kevin’s cock and Anus.!’
Catherine of course
was appalled at the thought of sucking the horrible brutes cock at all and
vowed she would remember all that Joan told her and all her actions on the
film.
Unfortunately for Dan,
the TV monitor did not reach the DVD screen, so he was unable to see Joan in
action on Sean, but after a frustratingly long wait, he eventual saw Joan
removing his Mothers gag before Catherine crawled on hands and knees to where
Kevin, smiling evilly, now stood, and, looking up to his eyes as instructed,
asked him if she may be allowed to suck his cock.
Kevin of course was
only to pleased to allow Catherine to do so. Kevin though, was a street boy,
and instantly recognized the fear in Catherine’s eyes. As soon as her soft lips
took his throbbing cock, he decided that Sean would, unknown to him, be sharing
her with him, and this would not be the last time this posh bitch sucked him off,
in fact the next time he saw her he fully intended to take his leather belt to
Mrs. Oh so posh Catherine Dixon and then beat her until she begged him to fuck
her in the Ass.!
So once again Dan was
watching his own Mother sucking of another boy not much older than himself. And
his frustration grew, as Catherine, mindful of Joan’s implied threat remembered
to replicate every act of Joan’s performance upon Sean, even pushing her tongue
deep into his not particularly clean
Anus, and, although nauseated by the taste and smell of Kevin’s hole, she kept
her tongue in there, as Joan had demanded, for a good two minutes, thinking all
the while she was about to vomit.
Mercifully for
Catherine, Kevin was far to excited by these attentions to last too long, and
Dan, pulling on his own cock, could only look on in increasing frustration when
Kevin emptied his balls into his Mother’s wide open mouth, drawn back inches
from Kevin’s jerking pulsating cock. Finally, when he was spent, Catherine took him into her mouth again,
sucking him clean before pulling back and pushing back the foreskin of Kevin’s deflating penis , Catherine licked
all over the purple head until no trace of his juices remained, just as Dan
came himself, spurting hot come juices into a waiting handkerchief.
Mercifully for
Catherine, Joan was satisfied with her performance upon Kevin, even telling her
she could rest assured that her Master’s Anus tasted far better then Kevin’s,
much to the youth’s disgust, but, remembering his earlier decision, when the
bitch had taken his cock in her mouth, and with a grim smile, he looked across
to Catherine who, seeing Kevin’s eyes, felt a cold chill run through her, as if
his eyes conveyed to the fearful Catherine, those very same thoughts.
Upstairs though Dan
was completely unaware of this byplay and was soon watching his Mother’s wrist
and ankle cuffs strapped by Kevin onto an X shaped wooden frame, Bondage cross.
The effect was to leave Dan’s Mother, naked and vulnerable to whatever Joan had
in mind.
It was not long
coming. Joan, taking from a hook on the wall, Leather ‘Cat o’ nine tails’,
showed it to the gagged again Catherine, asking her if she had ever been
whipped by one.
Catherine shook her
head furiously, she had not, and, if she were able, would tell Joan she had no
desire to whipped by one now……..until of course she remembered Tony’s last
words to her.
In fact, in the hands
of a woman, who knows just where it hurts most, the ‘cat’ can be a most
fearsome weapon, conversely, she would also know just where it can excite and
inflame her desire.
So Catherine was
treated to a mixture of both as, with alternate light and then heavy strokes of
the ‘Cat’ upon her body, Joan worked her over like the expert she was, leaving
Catherine grimacing and sighing as her thighs, breasts, stomach and pubic area
all received Joan’s attention until, finally, Joan was slowly and softly
alternating between Catherine’s nipples and cunt lips, almost caressing each area
with the soft leather tails.
Dan looked on in
amazement as his Mother, throwing back her head, began sighing and gasping at
the sheer pleasure Joan was creating within her, until finally, when judging
the time was just right, Joan administered the ‘coupe de grace’ by casting the
whip aside and inserting four of her small fingers deep inside Catherine’s wet
and welcoming cunt. Then Joan was pulling the Gag from Catherine’s Mouth and
placing her lips onto hers. Indeed,
Catherine’s response was immediate, not only did she respond by pushing her
tongue deep into Joan’s mouth, but was soon, also shuddering in ecstasy toward
the huge climax Joan’s knowing fingers were creating inside her cunt and
Catherine experienced for the first time another woman bringing her to orgasm
as she thrashed about as best she could on the bondage cross.
When it was over Joan
was whispering into Catherine’s ear.
‘Now, show me your
obedience, show me what you have learned today Catherine, ‘
Finally stepping away
from the bondage cross, Joan removed her own Dress, leaving her naked save for
a black leather garter belt and matching stockings and then nodded toward Kevin
to release Catherine.
Kevin was always delighted to see the ‘real’
Joan, she had a great body under those drab clothes, and would have gladly
fucked both women there and then, but Kevin knew full well that Joan was Tony’s
personal property, and having been informed by Tony, when taken on, that if he
were to as much touch Joan without his permission, Tony would give Kevin the
hiding of a lifetime.
And Kevin, having seen the powerful Tony doing
just that to another lad had no wish to experience it for himself so he simply
released Catherine from the Bondage Cross
Before, on Joan’s
instruction, strode out of the ‘playroom’ shutting the door behind him.
Catherine, standing
with her back to the wooden cross, gazed in awe at Joan, stunned at how the
seemingly ‘mousy’ woman in the bookshop was now transformed into the stunning
near naked middle aged beauty now stood expectantly, hands on hip, before her.
To Catherine at that moment, Joan was the most beautiful woman she had ever
seen, slim stocking clad legs leading up to strong but slim thighs, flat
stomach and firm medium size breasts with huge nipples. But, for Catherine it
was seeing the gold ring on each of those large nipples, along with tattoo
saying ‘Tony’s Slave’ on her pubic mound that suddenly made her envious of Joan
and her position as a Slave. With her Son Dan watching intently through the
monitors, Catherine sunk to her knees and crawled across the floor, until she
knelt directly before Joan.
Staring up, almost in awe at the woman who had
just given her so much pleasure.
Catherine Suddenly
found the right thing to say
‘Please Mistress, may
this trainee Slave be allowed to worship your body?’
Joan, pleased with
Catherine and pleased that her Master Tony would be happy with herself, gently
stroked Catherine’s blonde tresses and told her that indeed she may.
For Catherine, who
then placed both hands behind Joan and onto the back of her thighs, this
entirely new experience really was a challenge, should she perform in the same
way as she had with the vile Kevin, albeit with a different target, would Joan
be angry if she probed her tongue inside her Anus.
Catherine decided to
follow her instincts and, pulling herself forward via Joan’s thighs began to
lovingly, in slow circles, caress Joan’s inner thighs with her tongue, slowly
moving upward until teasing the very edge of Joan’s cunt lips before,
frustratingly for her now very excited Mistress, Catherine began the whole
process over again until finally her hot probing tongue slid between her
Mistress’s now very wet cunt lips.
Then, agonizingly for
Joan, the tongue was gone and Catherine was easing and twisting her body until
she was under Joan’s parted legs and facing her Mistress’s buttocks and here
hands were spreading those bum cheeks apart.
Catherine was in
seventh heaven, her tongue probed the entrance of her Mistress’s Anus, unlike
Kevin’s, it tasted so good, a whole new world of pleasure had opened up before
her and Catherine took full advantage, probing and pressing her greedy tongue
deep into her Mistress’s receptive Anus, and, still managing to hold her
buttocks apart, fingering Joan’s throbbing cunt lips.
‘Keep it there’ gasped
Joan, who, with Catherine’s tongue probing deeper into her Anus than she herself had ever experienced was by now in the throes of a real ‘Anal
Orgasm’. Catherine was decided Joan, a real find and looked forward to much
more of this!
What Doan was unable
to witness was his naked Mother being led out of the playroom by Joan,
downstairs to Tony’s large office, occupied now
only by Sean, sitting in a large leather lounge chair.
Upon seeing him for
the first time that day, Catherine, when led inside the office by her collar
and lead, wanted, after the thrill of ‘worshiping’ Mistress Joan and the
degradation of having to ‘service’ the dreadful Kevin, nothing more than to
throw her self into the arms of the young man she now willingly regarded to be
her Master and ‘owner’.
Just in time though,
Catherine remembered the training she had been given by Joan earlier. Lowering
herself until kneeling upon spread knees, Catherine placed her hands behind her
head, looking downward.
Sean was quietly ecstatic,
Catherine Dixon really did seem to be the ‘natural’, Tony had told him she was
after watching the DVD of first ‘sessions’ with Sean.
‘Your Slave awaits you
Master Sean’ said Joan, whilst still holding Catherine’s lead.
‘Come and sit on my
lap. Catherine’ said Sean.
Only to happy with
idea, Catherine crawled across toward her Master who, lifting her easily in
strong young arms, placed Catherine’s bottom upon one knee and began toying with her still rock hard
nipples with fingers of hand, whilst, his showing Catherine the delicate little
Gold nipple ring he had chosen for her.
‘This, Catherine, will
be my mark upon you; it will symbolize my ownership of you.’
Catherine, her pulse
quickening, had totally forgotten the
earlier conversation between Tony and Sean about her ‘nipple ring’ but, now
upon seeing the very item Sean intended to have placed in her nipple, her
earlier feelings of how unfeasible this would be for her came flooding back
Turning her head
toward Sean, Catherine began
‘But…….Master, it…….oh
dear, how could I possibly have that done to my’……………..
But then the office
door was opening and through it strode a tall well built Man carrying what
seemed to be doctors Gladstone bag. A Man, who’s most distinguishing feature,
was the abundance of rings on his nose, ears and lips. Catherine stared open
mouthed at the newcomer.
‘This, Catherine, is
the ‘Ringmaster’ he is going to pierce your nipple and insert your new ring’
said Sean to the incredulous Catherine.
So much had happened
to Catherine in the last few weeks, more so in the last few hours, but now she
faces perhaps her hardest decision yet. She could, she knew, gather up her
clothes, if she could find then, and walk out of this office, knowing though,
that it would probably be for the first and last time. Sean, her Master, her
owner, would not, Catherine thought, attempt to stop her and the worry was she
may either lose her adorned young Master altogether or be punished forcefully,
maybe by the horrible young brute Kevin until she accepted the inevitable.
‘Will it hurt Master?’
was Catherine’s eventual response.
‘No Catherine,
besides, I have a way of helping you over it.’ Replied Sean who then lifted
Catherine from his knee and, to her surprise and huge pleasure, gently lowered
the mature blonde beauty onto the huge erect cock he had just removed from his
trousers until, sighing with pleasure, Catherine felt Sean’s massive cock
burying itself deeper and deeper inside her until it seemed to devour her
completely.
Gone were the indignities suffered at the
hands, and cock, of Kevin and Catherine, content just to sit there, her
Master’s cock deep within her, and watch the ‘Ringmasters’ fingers take her
right nipple and gently coax it to erection, not a difficult task considering
the position Catherine was already in as Sean’s cock seemed to be growing ever
larger within her.
Next he was spraying
Catherine’s nipple with a local anesthetic, afterward pinching Catherine’s
nipple, asking her if she could feel pain.
When a relieved
Catherine, fighting a growing orgasm, replied she could not, Catherine looked
on, almost in detachment, as the ‘Ringmaster’ , holding a cork against her
nipple with one hand, slowly pushed a large needle taken from a sterile
packing, painlessly through the nipple until it slid into the cork.
There, in the
attentive Catherine’s nipple, the needle remained whilst the ‘Ringmaster’ took
the little gold ball from Sean’s selected ring before dipping both ring and
ball into a sterile solution.
This for Catherine was
a surreal, almost out of body experience, a never imagined or dreamed of
scenario of being gently fucked by her Master’s enormous cock whilst watching a
complete stranger holding her nipple, withdrawing from it the large needle,
almost immediately to be followed by his skilful inserting of the small gold
ring into the hole the had left in her nipple.
With amazing dexterity
for such a large man, the ‘Ringmaster’ clipped the tiny gold ball back onto the
ring to complete its circle of gold and, after dabbing Catherine’s newly
pierced, slightly blooded nipple with a swab the “ringmaster’ applied an
antiseptic spray to the Catherine’s nipple’……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Sat at home before her
bedroom mirror, Catherine, whilst Dan continued his ‘spy cam’ monitoring of
her, held her right breast and closely examined its new adornment. The tiny
gold ring, she decided, really did suit her large nipple; somehow, despite the
soreness she now felt, it seemed so ‘right’ to have her Master mark his
ownership of her in this way.
Catherine felt a shiver of pleasure run through as she recalled how her
Master had exploded inside her minutes after the ‘ringmaster’ had completed his
task and was still amazed at how she had felt so wanton in the office, not
feeling the slightest embarrassment as, with both the Ringmaster and Joan
looking on, she cried out in pleasure whilst Sean bounced her up and down upon
his enormous erection.
For Catherine,
the downside was the ‘Ringmaster’ after
telling her she must spray her nipples three times daily with the antiseptic
and to sleep wearing a bra, then
informing her that ‘playing’ as he had called it, was out of the question for a
week as far as her nipples were concerned.
Catherine had been
mortified to hear Sean tell her it would then be the following week before her
‘training’ resumed, little knowing that in the meanwhile her Master would,
along with her son, be turning his attentions toward her sister Victoria!.
To Be Continued
A Work of Fiction by ‘Johnnyboy’.
knotsshackles@yahoo.co.uk
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