Mary Had A Little Lamb

Mary had a little Lamb

His ball gag kept him dumb

And everywhere that Mary went

Her Lamb was sure to come

Mary's little Lamb wore a sheepskin coat -inevitably!- long and expensive and coming down almost to his ankles, just allowing a few inches of denim trouser to protrude, and beneath that the heavy boots she required of him.

She had to fight to contain a smile as her friends admired the coat she had bought him, running their elegantly manicured fingers over the smooth tan nap, stroking the soft white trim and remarking on its elegance, for she was the only one aware that beneath it he was almost naked. Around his chest there was a harness of slender leather straps, fastened so tight that they bit into his flesh and made his nipples bulge, around his neck a collar, around his genitals thin laces which were so constricting that they threatened to cut off the supply of blood. The denim trousers, they were quite fake, no more than cuffs of trousers which were suspended from his harness.

"So handsome," said Victoria. "Where did you find him, Mary?"

"Quite a hunk," said Lillian, her hand trailing lightly down his arm.

Victoria was an accountant, pretty but prim, who would have been quite horrified if she knew what manner of man was hidden beneath the sheepskin. Lillian was more passionate but plain, and could never hope to snare such a gorgeous looking young man.

To remind her Lamb that he was hers, lest the attention of her friends should make him forget, Mary curled one hand around his waist to hold him close, slipped her other hand into the pocket of his coat. The lining of the pocket had been cut, her hand slipped straight through to naked flesh, and her fingers squeezed his bound balls.

Lamb gave a gasp and her two friends exchanged wry smiles. It was the first sound he had made since Mary had introduced him to them, introduced him as a strong but silent type, excusing him in advance for his lack of conversation.

Beautiful but stupid, they were already thinking.

Beautiful but dumb was more the case, however, for the fact of the matter was that beneath the scarf which was wound about his lower face Lamb was gagged, a soft rubber ball stuffing his mouth and fastened at the back of his neck.

"So where did you find him?" Victoria pressed.

"And how long have you two been together?" asked Lillian.

"Oh, there are places,! Mary answered Victoria vaguely, and then turning to Lillian said, "I have had my little Lamb for some weeks now."

"Hardly little," said Lillian, in something approaching a purr, the emphasis Mary placed on 'had' escaping her, and with it the suggestion of ownership.

Her friends really were quite dim. Sweet, faithful friends…..but really so naïve.

Mary made a show of consulting her wristwatch, hinting at an appointment, a place to be and a time approaching, said, "Well, it was lovely to bump into you both, but…."

"Yes, a bit chilly for standing around here chatting," said Victoria, hugging herself.

"But we really must get together again soon," said Lillian, though apparently to Lamb rather than to Mary.

Mary chuckled inwardly, said, "Yes Lillian, we must. I'll be in touch." Then, with a gentle pressure on Lamb's balls, she said, "Come pet."

And he almost did, she felt his genitals respond to her touch as he moved with her, keeping step beside her, and she could imagine her friends gaze following them, marvelling at her pet's silent obedience.

"Did you like my friends, pet?" Mary asked Lamb, as they continued along the street, weaving their way through the evening crowd, and all he could do was give a slight nod, careful not to let the scarf slip. "Then maybe I should lend you to them? I'm sure they would love that. Victoria might be a bit too reserved to react with anything other than shock at first, but Lillian would have a ball if I let her loose on you."

Mary laughed at the startled sideways glance Lamb gave her, squeezed his genitals and said, "Oh yes! What a ball she would have!"

They walked a block, turned a corner, then another, Mary guiding Lamb by gentle tugs on his genitals. Shops were closing, offices emptying, the streets were busy and all around was the opportunity for embarrassment.

Then, outside a brightly lit bar, Mary pulled him to a sudden ball-wrenching halt.

"Do you know, my little Lamb, I rather fancy a drink," she said, smiling to see the alarm in his eyes once again. Outdoors, in the cold evening air, his muffled appearance could be excused, but in a warm interior it might be something of an embarrassment for him.

Though not as much as if he should take his coat off.

"Come on, pet," she insisted, tugging him to the door, drawing him through after her.

Pausing on the threshold, she surveyed the bar. It was not busym, perhaps a quarter full, a scattering of small groups at tables, a couple or two in close confidence in the alcoves along the far wall, three or four people on high stools at the bar itself. She looked at Lamb to read his eyes, guessed that he was hoping for the privacy of a secluded corner so took him directly to the bar.

She seated them both on high stools, asked the barman for a glass of red wine.

"To darken my lips with," she added, with a flirtatious smile.

"And for Sir?"

"Nothing for my friend," Mary answered for Lamb, took the offered wine and brought the glass to her lips, took the merest taste.

She would drink slowly, prolong Lamb's agony.

The heating in the bar was efficient, the room was warm after the wintry chill of the street, and in no time at all Lamb began to perspire, a slight sheen glossing his brow. Beneath the heavy coat his skin would be slick. Swivelling a little on her stool, Mary unfastened her own coat and crossed her legs, the slit in her skirt parting to reveal a length of smooth thigh. The loose silk blouse she wore was low cut and he could see the tops of her breasts, the soft curve of her neck which would be so inviting for him. If it wasn't for the gag beneath the scarf he would be licking his lips now, and Mary smiled sweetly at him over the top of her glass as she took another taste of wine.

After a while she noticed the woman on the other side of Lamb casting him the occasional sideways glance. She tilted her head, offered the woman a smile, a nod, said, "You're wondering about the scarf?"

The woman smiled back apologetically, but admitted, "Yes, I was rather."

"Perhaps he has been to the dentist, an extraction, needs to keep the cold out," Mary offered, by way of an explanation.

"Ah," said the woman, satisfied, and returned to her drink.

She wore a knitted jumper, thick and loose fitting but still not disguising the fullness of her breasts, her heavy woollen skirt cam halfway down her calves, and beneath this were polished leather boots.

Lamb would love those.

"Or perhaps," Mary then said, leaning towards the woman, pressing her body against Lamb's, "perhaps I was lying."

"Sorry?" said the woman, now confused.

"Put your hand in his pocket," Mary invited her, smiling to see the horror in Lamb's eyes.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Trust me, put your hand in his pocket and all will be explained."

The woman looked down at Lamb's coat, considered a moment, then slowly lowered her hand, found the pocket.

"Oh my!" she cried, as her hand found hot damp flesh, and she raised her other hand to her mouth in surprise.

"Oh my indeed!" laughed Mary, sliding her hand in his other pocket, searching around until she found the woman's fingers and then drawing them down to Lamb's genitals.

This time the woman said nothing, simply gazed wide-eyed into Mary's face as her fingers were manipulated around his balls. She looked at Lamb's face and was astonished to see that he was quite expressionless, staring straight ahead, showing not a flicker of emotion or excitement. Yet he was excited, she could feel it, excited by her touch. His cock was straining against its bonds, his balls were full and swollen.

"How long has he been like this?" she asked.

"Since yesterday morning," Mary told her, no longer needing to encourage the woman's fingers, pleased to note her enthusiasm.

"And how much longer?"

"As long as I decide," Mary smiled. "Isn't that right, my little Lamb?"

Lamb nodded, which brought a chuckle from the woman.

"But how can he bear it?" she marvelled.

"Oh, eventually he will break, beg," said Mary, and her fingers closed over the woman's. "Would you like to see me beg, join me in making him beg, perhaps even be made to beg yourself?"

"Sorry?" said the woman, but through the faked confusion Mary could read the answer in her eyes.

She slipped her hand from Lamb's pocket, nodded to the woman to do the same, said to him, "Go to the little boys' room, pet. Stay there ten minutes and then come back."

He rose from his stool, walked across the room and disappeared through the door.

"He might get into an awkward situation, if someone tries to engage him in conversation while he's alone," Mary explained to the woman, rising from her own stool. "Now come with me to the little girls' room."

"Sorry?" said the woman, not for the first time.

"It's commendable that you feel the need to apologise to me so often, dear, but for the moment just come."

Mary strode briskly across to the ladies' room, entered, held open a cubicle door and waited. Seconds later the woman appeared, she gestured her inside, then locked the door after them.

Immediately she placed her palm flat against the woman's groin, said, "Lift your skirt."

Obediently the woman lifted the thick winter skirt as Mary's hand moved to the bag she had slung over her shoulder.

"And the knickers too, dear," she said, as she rummaged around, and as the woman's knickers fell to her ankles she brought out the item which would replace them.

It was a triangle of leather, from each corner of which there hung a slender strap. The first two she wound around the woman's waist and fastened, the third she pulled between her thighs, drawing it up tight between her buttocks and clamping the triangle over her mound. This was padlocked to the belt she had made of the first two and the woman's orifices were sealed. Mary could now make the woman itch and yearn at each, but now had her incapable of easing that itch.

She let the woman drop her skirt, then leaned into her, kissed her, fondled her breasts and then took her hand to lead her back into the bar.

When her little Lamb returned Mary smiled wickedly at him, took him by one hand, the woman by the other.

"I might soon have a full flock of lambs!" she laughed. "A full flock of lambs to fuck!"

"Make yourself comfortable dear, while I settle my little Lamb," said Mary, removing his sheepskin coat, and for the first time Linda saw the true state of Lamb's nudity, the lattice of leather which crossed his chest, the laces which bound his genitals, the gag which had kept him dumb.

To the collar around his neck Mary attached a leash, said, "Come, pet."

Dutifully he followed across the sitting room, through the door which led to her bedroom, then knelt by her bed. When he offered her his hands, though, she shook her head.

"You're not to be cuffed tonight because I want you to play with yourself," she said, squatting before him and removing just enough laces to release his genitals. "I want you to wank, excite himself, want to see you hard and dripping when I call you back."

He was becoming erect already and she laughed to herself as he caught his cock in his hand, thought that she could simply just blow on it and it would become hard.

"Good pet, now you just stay that way, nice and hard for Mistress," she said, rising and returning to the sitting room.

Playing with himself as Mary had ordered, slowly stroking his cock to keep himself hard, all was quiet for a while. Then he became aware of the voices in the next room, words which were vague at first, muffled, but then Mary saying quite clearly, "I prefer my men to be kneeling before me, naked and bound, helpless at my feet."

There was laughter, slightly nervous, the woman from the bar, Linda, saying, "If only men could be that easily trained."

"Oh but they can," said Mary, in a flat and matter-of-fact tone which silenced any further laughter.

"They- they can?"

""But of course! You have seen my pet, bound and gagged."

"Bound and gagged, yes-"

"You don't think it was a struggle to have him that way, that I had to overpower him?" Mary interrupted. "Not in the least! He has been trained that way and will do anything I tell him to. He knows that he will be punished if he refuses and also punished when he complies. If I beat him with a cane or lash, or fuck him with a dildo, he kisses it first. And when I have finished with him he kisses my feet, kisses the hand which punished him, licks my fingers even through his tears."

The memories, the promises, made Lamb harder still, he stroked himself more quickly until he heard Mary say, "Care to see?"

He stopped, heard nothing, but there must have been an answer.

"Pet! Through here now!"

On all fours, nudging the door open with his head, Lamb crawled back into the sitting room and over to the sofa where Mary and Linda sat, the leash which hung from his collar trailing between his legs. Mary caught hold of the leash and pulled his head up.

"My new friend, Linda, seems a little sceptical that a man can be trained, and I believe might benefit from learning something of the art of subduing a man." she said to him. "Say hello to Linda as a sad slut ought to."

"Yes Mistress," Lamb said, and moved across to Linda, pressed his face against her heavy woollen skirt and then slipped down to kiss her shiny brown boots.

"Suck the heel, take it into your mouth," Mary ordered, and as Linda lifted her foot slightly so he began to lick and suck on the heel.

Linda's eyes sparkled, she looked at the leash which Mary still held, said, "May I?"

"Be my guest," smiled Mary, passing the leash over. "Feel how hard he is at the thought of you controlling him."

The heel removed from his mouth, Lamb felt a tension on the leash, and Linda's hand crept down his body. He kept as still as Mary would have demanded, did not resist when Linda fingered the single lace around the base of his cock, made no sound when she circled the one which was wrapped around his balls.

Then she cupped her hand around his genitals and gasped.

"Yes?" asked Mary, with an amused laugh.

"He is so hard!"

"He is?" said Mary, with feigned disgust. "Oh my pet! Then should he be punished?"

Linda laughed too as she squeezed his balls. "How?"

"You have the leash," Mary told her. "Turn him around and have him bend forward, his head on the floor."

Linda tugged on the leash and pushed with her hands, forcing him into the required position and holding him there with her hand on the back of his neck. Then Mary took the leash and unclipped it from his collar.

"Now hold his balls firm while I whip him," said Mary. "Grab his cock and feel it pulse in your fingers."

Linda went to kneel before Lamb, reached beneath him, took firm hold of his balls in one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other around his cock. Then Mary began to strike him, making his body jerk forward with the pain, blow after blow which soon brought tears to his eyes.

"If you slacken your hold on his cock a little you'll feel him move backwards and forwards in your hand," Mary suggested, and Linda's fingers relaxed a little so that it really did feel as if Lamb was fucking her hand.

"And if you put your hand beneath his chin," Mary further suggested, never slowing the strokes across his buttocks, "and raise his head, then you'll be able to look in his eyes and see his pain. I guarantee a sight such as that is enough to make you come, my dear."

Lamb's head was lifted by Linda's hand, he looked straight into her eyes, and if she saw pain in his then he could see only pleasure in hers. Then the blows suddenly stopped, he heard the leash cast aside and was aware of Mary standing astride him, squeezing him between her thighs as she sat on him. She stroked her fingers across his shoulders, stroked them along his neck.

His body had stopped pumping backwards and forwards, now that the blows had ceased. His cock lay still in Linda's hand.

"Wank him Linda, toss him off," Mary told her. "I promise he won't move, he won't come, until you tell him to."

"Really?" said Linda, beaming brightly into Mary's eyes, and began to stroke her hand slowly along his cock, all the while holding his face up, looking directly into his eyes.

Lamb felt weak in her hands, beneath her gaze, he gasped for breath and fought the urge to drive his hips against her hand. His face contorted and Linda frowned for a moment, then smiled, her hand working faster on him.

"Tell him to come and he will," Mary told her. "Order him to wait and you will have him crying for mercy, begging for your pity. Whichever way, you have him, he is in your power."

"Oh but I so want to see him come!" said Linda.

"Then tell him. Order him to come."

Linda brought her face closer to Lamb's, her breath scorching his face, her perfume suffocating him, smiled deep into his eyes as if she might devour him as she said, "Come for me. Come for us. Come for Mary and I."

And as his orgasm came so Mary struck him across the head with the flat of her hand, said, "Come pet!"

Lamb let out a gasp which grew into a cry, a cry which became a scream as his balls exploded and his cock erupted, his spunk splashing everywhere as Linda's hand tightened around him, spitting through her fingers and splashing Mary's feet. He tried to spasm, his body shook, but Mary had him clamped tight between her thighs and the hand around his cock would not permit him to move.

Slowly his body relaxed, shivering, shuddering.

"Now hold your hand to his mouth, my dear, and have him clean it," said Mary.

"And he would?" asked Linda.

"Oh yes!" laughed Mary. "He would do anything you asked! You have him now, my dear. Now he belongs to you as well as me. He is a slave to us and worships us."