Catherine’s  Punishment

                       Part Two…… First Steps Toward Slavery

Chapter one

Weeks Later.

Catherine Dixon stood staring nervously across the large inlaid leather desk, toward the big powerfully built man sitting in a huge leather swivel chair, to her side stood Joan, wearing a leather skirt and jacket, holding Catherine’s leash, waiting for her charge to speak.

‘Master Tony’ began Catherine eventually, ‘It………it is my desire to ……to demonstrate to you that I, Catherine Dixon……….fully understand I am now a trained Sex Slave, ready to serve my Master  and owner, Sean without question or hesitation. ‘ 

‘Well, don’t just stand there Catherine’ said the middle aged man sternly

Sitting immediately behind Catherine, sipping from a beer glass, waiting for the exciting scenario to unfold, Sean smiled with satisfaction as his property, the 42 years old blonde mother of two, Mrs. Catherine Dixon, placed one stiletto heeled shoe upon a small wooden chair, before carefully lifting herself up onto the huge desk..

With equal care, and with Joan moving forward to allow Catherine’s leash more freedom, Catherine, easing herself forward, crawled across the desk before stopping when her knees were on the very edge of the desk’s leather inlay. Once there Catherine sat back until her curvy buttocks rested upon the back of her stiletto shoes.

To complete the task given her by the mad she now faced, Catherine raised her hands until, with interlocked fingers until they were clasping the back of her neck. 

Finally, and with no little will power Catherine raised her eyes until she looked again directly into those of the man who sat openly appraising her.

Comfortable with himself, his leather chair and the scene before him, Tony Weston leisurely studied the rather lovely mature blond kneeling submissively before him upon his office desk.  

Catherine, only too aware of his close scrutiny, watched his eyes taking in every inch of her lingerie clad beauty.

For, displayed as she now was, with her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and wearing a pretty little pink and black set of satin lingerie, consisting of a tiny thong, suspender belt, black seamed stockings and a quarter cup bra displaying her large breasts and hardened nipples to perfection, Catherine Dixon, even at the age of forty two, even if she was a little rounder these day, had retained much of her youthful beauty.

Seeing  the man sat before her so openly and explicitly  studying her beauty, Catherine felt yet again, that oh so wonderful, tingle of illicit arousal, that seemed to start  fires of desire within  her with every  new voyage of discovery her young Master and ‘owner’, Sean, embarked them upon..

‘Well ‘it’ is certainly very beautiful Sean; you appear also to have so far trained ‘it’ quite well!’

Catherine now understood the Large Man, Tony, was talking about her, not too her, it would, Sean had informed her, be quite normal in certain circumstances from now onward and Catherine, seeing Tony rise from his chair, felt again, that strange welcome tingling, even at those words.  

Catherine’s lingerie was complimented by leather and chain body harness.

From clips attached to a wide leather collar, vertically hung four thin strips of similar leather, each side of Caroline’s breasts, all joined to another strap, like a belt, and fastened around Caroline’s waist.

Horizontally, thin stainless steel chains joined the leather straps, these hung just above and below Catherine’s breasts.

The total effect of the lingerie and leather harness make the forty twp years old mother look absolutely stunning and Tony, now standing was unable to resist reaching out his hands and‘squaring’ the leather and chains whilst Catherine, keeping hands behind her neck, only just managed to retain her position as little electric shocks of desire hit her when Tony’s fingers deliberately strayed over her breasts and nipples.

‘Gorgeous’ said Tony leaning closer to Catherine, ‘Do you mind if I kiss her Sean?’

‘Of course not’, ‘I am your guest Tony, my property is your property’ replied Sean accepting that it would be just the first of many erotic encounters he would witness this evening between very dominant Terry Weston, and his own property, Mrs. Catherine Dixon.

 Catherine lost in the enthrallment of this erotic conversation and watching Tony loop a finger into the ‘D’ ring set into the Harness collar, suddenly felt herself  gently but firmly pulled toward him until, inevitably,  their lips touched whilst at the same moment, she felt would could only be Joan’s fingernail tracing a pattern over her cunt lips.

For a brief moment Catherine Dixon thought of her husband and family at home, but these thoughts quickly departed as Tony’s tongue pushed resolutely between her lips. Catherine, without hesitation parted her own lips, welcoming into her mouth the hot tongue of the powerful man who so effortlessly controlled her.

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Chapter 2

When Sean and Tom had left her house that afternoon, how long ago?  Catherine   soon felt the enormity of what had happened that afternoon and a terrible guilt was soon running through her.

After a series of unbelievable orgasms Catherine had of course, eventually come down to earth., after having been told to make them all a ‘nice cup of Tea’ she had served this to the fully dressed boys whilst she herself had been told to remain naked, even having to kneel whilst Sean and Tom, played with her nipples, bringing again to Catherine that terrible yet so electrifying throbbing between her legs.

Just before 6.30 though, the boys finally left her, not though before Sean had administered a short but thorough spanking of Catherine’s bottom,  as a ‘reminder’ that it was he, ‘Sean Brady’ who now  ‘owned’ Mrs. Catherine Dixon, and that when he was ready he would be in touch with her ,via Dan!.

 Hurriedly, fearful the son in question would walk in at any moment; Catherine cleared from the lounge any evidence remaining from the afternoon’s events, her Bra, thong, stockings and suspender belt along with her outer clothing were swept up and placed into the laundry basket. Tea things were placed into the dishwasher and the lounge tidied.

To her horror Catherine noticed what could only be ‘come juices’ splattered  over the sofa, quickly she wiped these as best she could before pouring herself a very large brandy, taking it upstairs to the bathroom.

Lying back in the steamy hot water, Catherine took a large gulp of the brandy, unable to believe what had just happened to her, in her own home! Jesus, what should she do now? who could she tell? She had even agreed with Sean that she, Catherine Dixon, 42 years old mother of two, was now the property of a sixteen years old boy, and a friend of her son to boot!’ And both boys had then emptied their ball sacs inside her, one in her mouth, and the other in her, her cunt!

Suddenly she could hear the front door slamming and Dan’s voice calling her, asking if she were ok. Catherine took another sip of her brandy before, in a bright a voice a possible called back that she was indeed ok.

But despite the brandy, Catherine could still taste Tom’s come juices in her and her cunt s ached from the pounding Sean’s huge cock had given her.

 Catherine, despite the guilt she felt in allowing these dreadful events, could not but help remember how, taken from behind, Sean’s cock had utterly and completely filled her as never before.

 So much so, that Catherine had felt a strange sense of emptiness and loss when Sean finally withdrew the monster from within her pulsing cunt  for although her husband was adequate, Catherine had seldom  if ever orgasmed to his usual missionary position, having instead to masturbate herself after he had fallen asleep.

Catherine had longed for the events of the DVD to be repeated, but their games had stopped some time ago and these days, with her husband away on business most of the week, his weekend efforts were, at best, derisory.

Closing her eyes Catherine recalled, after he had withdrawn from her, allowing Sean to effortlessly turn her around and face his still erect monster cock.

She remembered also how she had complied, without protest, to his demand she clean him off with her mouth.

For never before had Catherine tasted her own juices from on a mans cock, but it had seemed such a natural act to clean her juice from Sean’s wonderful cock  and Sean’s juices, mixed with her own had tasted surprisingly good.

But, it must never ever happen again, decided Catherine, and no one must ever know it did.

For what if Dan was to discover just what his supposed ‘friends had done to his own mother?  He would be devastated and humiliated to learn his Mother had been an, almost, compliant partner, caned upon her bare bottom before committing explicate sex acts with two sixteen year old boys!’

No, Catherine decided she would tell no one and never let it happen again!

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chapter3

However, whilst Catherine was making her decision, her incredulous son Dan was in his own room , with his door locked, breathlessly viewing the video recording his camera had made earlier in the lounge, amazed at the events unfolding after the initial pleasantries between his mother and his friends.

 Far from being devastated and humiliated, Dan was stunned but also very excited and, with one hand continually fast forwarding the recording Dan used the other to first withdraw and then play with his smallish cock, one that had long since grown hard in expectation, one that ejaculated to the vision of his mother being forced to strip by his pals then being told to display her fantastic body to them.

And Dan’s cock grew hard again immediately; only to ejaculate time and again as the recording gave him a grandstand view of every inch of his mother’s almost naked body being fondled by both Sean and Tom.

Then the caning, his Mother’s cries of both pain and pleasure, music to Dan’s ears, his mother sucking Tom ,before, just as Sean’s huge cock took his Mother from behind, he heard her shout up to him that his supper was on the table and would he please come down right away before it went cold!

Downstairs Dan, with yet another erection, sitting opposite his Mother whilst they eat supper, could hardly believe his luck; surreptitiously glancing across the dinner table toward Catherine whenever he could, Dan, astounded that his Mother seemed so calm and collected, was fascinated by the thought he now knew every detail of the breasts, nipples, cunt and buttocks currently concealed by the loose track suit his Mother now wore.

Inwardly we could not wait to get back upstairs to his recording, but Dan was equally delighted to think he could sit there, knowing all her secret areas whilst his Mother sat opposite, blithely oblivious that her own Son had, minutes ago, watched her sucking his friends cock.

Dan smiled, almost laughed and Catherine, picking up on this, asked Dan why he was so happy tonight.

‘Just happy to be with you Mum’ replied Dan, before inwardly adding ‘and thinking of just how much more I am going to enjoy your company in future’

Catherine, content at least that Dan at least was happy with the world, returned his smile whilst hoping he would not be asking her to meet Sean again!

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Sean Brady strode into a dimly lit bookshop, situated just of the main shopping street,

And began to slowly peruse the large stock of both new and second hand novels and magazines piled high upon the shops many shelves.

Having read about this place after sneaking a look in his fathers Den, Sean decided it would be a good a place as any to learn more about the exciting lifestyle he fully intended to pursue, and, hopefully to meet the shops owner, who was, if his fathers correspondence was to be believed, an acknowledged expert in the Sub/Dom scene.

Sean’s lasting impression of Catherine Dixon, aside from the obvious delight of fucking this beautiful mother of his schoolmate, was of her stating that she, Catherine Dixon, was his property, to by fucked whenever he wished.!

For Sean, despite his all knowing attitude had not really expected Mrs. Dixon to surrender to him as easily as she had, but, having done so, Sean decided she would be kept to her word.

More so when Dan had cautiously approached him, eventually telling Sean he had actually recorded the whole session!

At first Sean had thought Dan intended to use the recording as some kind of hold over Sean and Tom, but he had been astounded to hear Dan tell him that he, Dan, had actually enjoyed seeing his mother taken by Sean in that manner, that he was willing to help Sean in future, providing Sean ensured Dan also had some fun, and, finally, that, from now, it could only be he Sean and, without his mother knowledge, himself who enjoyed her charms!

Sean shrugged his shoulders, thinking if Dan was perverted, so what, he was himself, and as for Tom, well he was not that bothered either way, he had had his fun!

So Sean, after getting the recording, had enlisted Dan, his tasks, he was told, was to report to Sean anything Sean wished to know about his Mother, and indeed there was much information Sean felt he needed yet about Dan’s mother and he would begin by making a list of all his mothers’ underwear, type, color and sizes.

He wondered though if Dan thought this was all just a boyish game, a bit of fun, for Sean, little knowing his Mother was in the first stages of being subjugated by Sean, reduced from the beautiful Catherine Dixon, wife and mother of two approaching middle age, into a 100 per cent authentic Sex Slave, a one who would without question obey, every demand made of her by her ‘Master’ Sean, and ‘associates.’ Whether Dan understood Sean’s intention or not though, was a matter of indifference to him.

With this in mind Sean confidently approached the rather mousy middle aged woman behind the shop counter.

‘I’m looking for some Master/Slave stuff, something useful for reference purposes’

From behind the counter, the woman looked up at the much younger, much taller, good looking features of Sean Brady.

‘Really’ she smirked ‘and, even if I did have any books of THAT nature, are you old enough to read them, you look barely 18 to me’

Sean, secretly pleased the little woman thought he was actually eighteen, decided not to take any prisoners with his reply, nothing chanced, nothing gained.

‘Let say Old enough to put you over my knee for a sound spanking. But only with the Master’s permission of course!’

Behind the counter, Joan, the woman in question, blushed deeply, inwardly thrilled at the very this handsome young man would do that to her, before mumbling a reply that she would see what they had.

 Upstairs though, the little scenario had been witnessed by a large powerfully built Man sat behind an equally imposing leather inlay desk Tony Weston studying the TV monitor and listening to he conversation downstairs in the shop, smile briefly and acknowledged that, even if he was very young, the lad in the shop had the looks and presence of, at the very least, a ‘Master’ in the making, one in his own mould, the lad could perhaps be both interesting and useful to him. For he, himself, at 58 was getting no younger, even if his advancing years had so far failed to dim his own natural aura of Dominance

Tony pressed a button set into the huge desk and downstairs on the counter, a small red light flashed on and off.

‘But I think you may be more inclined to find what you want in our ‘special’ department, upstairs’ Said Joan from behind her counter.

Cautiously, Sean following the woman’s directions, made his way out back of the bookstore and up a flights of thick carpeted stairs, there to find a door marked with the name ‘Tony Weston’

Sean shrugging his broad shoulders and knocking upon the door, was greeted by the large figure of Tony himself saying,

‘Well young fellow, that was quite an entrance you made downstairs, come on in and tell me exactly what you are looking for..

Uncertain as to the welcome he would receive, Sean was both relieved and pleased at Tony’s words and for some reason to an immediate liking to the much older Man.

And so, after some initial reluctance, Sean did indeed tell Tony just what he was looking to learn, and why he needed this knowledge.

Tony gradually viewed Sean with mounting respect. Assuming of course that Sean’s tale of caning his friends 42 years old mother was true of course.

‘So, Sean, you seem to have done it all already, caning the woman and fucking her, isn’t that enough for you?’ asked Tony after Sean had completed his narration of the earlier events. It would be Sean’s answer to this question that would decide Tony’s further involvement with Sean.

‘No Tony, you see, I told her that ‘I am her owner now’ and I meant every word of it Going back to when I first saw her, I knew then that was what I wanted, I want her be my own personal property, that she would obey without question any demand I made of her, that everything she wore, thought or did, would be controlled by me.’

This indeed was the answer Tony had wanted to hear, but.

‘That’s quite a tall order for a very young man such as yourself Sean, more so when the err,  prey concerned, is a 42 year old  married mother of two!.

‘To be honest Tony that is the real reason I came here, hoping you could teach me a few things!’ grinned Sean

‘Yes indeed, so I can, and I would be happy to do so’ replied Tony ‘But you must understand there will be a price she  must pay for my helping you, and you must be certain you are willing to see her pay the price!’

‘If, at the end, Catherine, that’s her actual name Tony, is my own fully fledge Sex Slave, I would be very happy, Tony’!

‘And her husband, Sean, what about him’

‘Oh, she stays with her husband Tony, after all, someone has to pay the bills, and Catherine will allow him to fuck her only as and when, I decide!’

Tony could see in Sean a younger version of himself, he liked what he saw.

‘Then let’s start planning Sean, but first there is an apology to be made.’

With that Tony pressed the button upon his desk.

‘Lock up the shop and come upstairs’

Shortly there came a soft knocking at the door.

‘Enter’ said Tony.

Joan, the mousy woman from the shop downstairs entered the room stopping at the side of Tony’s desk, hands behind her back, head bowed.

‘You sent for me Master’ she said, to Sean’s surprise.

‘Yes Joan, a matter of you embarrassing your Master, your language to my guest, Sean.

‘Then I apologize, to my and to Sean’

‘Not good enough Joan, you should be punished.’

Joan blushed, but said nothing.

 Well Sean, you do indeed have my permission to punish Joan, who, although not my wife, is one of my slave’s, therefore you have my consent to demonstrate your skills upon her.

Sean smiled slowly; his quest for further knowledge could not have started better for him.

Nodding his thanks to Tony, he then told Joan to face him and remove her button don dress.

Furtively she looked across at Tony who face remained impassive, and then slowly, turning toward Sean, began, from the top, to unbutton her almost shapeless dress, an act she had practiced many time before. Finally, the last button and Joan was pulling the dress away from her body and of her shoulders, eventually allowing the garment to fall to the floor, following which Joan placed her hands at the back of her neck, and whilst keeping her head held high, gazed down upon the thick carpet, awaiting further instructions.

Sean tried not to show his amazement, for Joan, despite first appearances had one hell of a body! Braless, her medium sized breasts were still firm and upright, leading down to nipples that needed to be as big as there were to hold the large gold nipple rings adorning them.

From those superb breasts, Sean looked down to see that Joan’s only lingerie consisted of a black satin suspender belt holding black seamed stockings, leaving uncovered a completely shaven pubic mound, this adorned with the words, ‘Tony’s Slave’

Remembering the things he had previously learned, Sean turned toward Tony,

‘My compliments upon such a well turned out Slave Tony, may I now spank her.?’

Tony, pleased his guest had learned already, the deference expected by a fellow Master, nodded his assent and looked on in expectation as Sean told Joan to stand a few feet away from Tony’s desk, then to spread her legs before leaning forward to place her hands upon the desk, then she must, Sean told her, look her Master, Tony, straight in the eyes.

Having not had much attention paid to her by her busy Master of late, Joan was surreptitiously pleased he had permitted this very good looking young man to spank her. 

Already she throbbed to the anticipation of Sean’s hands upon her bottom.

Even Joan though, a slave of many years standing was taken by surprise at the skill shown by Sean as he spanked every inch, every crevice of her bottom and upper thighs, gasping, as every so often Sean placated her burning buttocks with soft sensual caresses, his palms upon burning cheeks whilst very often, his fingers straying down to her shaven cunt lips.

Sean had told Joan she would be getting 24 spanks for her insolence earlier, but it was on the 18^th spank that she orgasmed Unable to prevent any longer, the fervor building within her, Joan gasped and cried out, her eyes fixed to Tony, slumping upon the desk, almost oblivious to her spankings.

After which, with Joan, on her knees this time, with hand son head, Sean was pleased to hear Tony telling him his technique was excellent, but that he had allowed a slave to orgasm without his prior consent., therefore she Slave must now make amends for her temerity.

Joan crawled, hands upon knees to where Sean now stood her hands then reaching up to the belt of his slacks.

‘May I, Master’ Said John, looking up into Sean’s eyes. Sean in turn, very pleased with this turn of events, in return nodded his accent.

 Joan, still naked and on widely spread knees began a well practiced routine of first loosening the Belt, then reaching down to undo shoe laces before easing Sean’s shoes from each foot, then his socks. Reaching up Joan then pulled down the fly zipper on his slacks before easing slacks and underpants down his legs before removing them completely, leaving the incredulous Sean, naked from the waist down, his huge cock erect and throbbing.

Joan too, was incredulous, taken aback by the sight of Sean’s monster cock she vowed to give its young owner something to really remember her by and proceeded to give Sean the repertoire of her cock sucking skills.

Indeed she did. After  first  lovingly stroking the monster as if to ensure it was real, Joan  pushed back the foreskin and proceeded to kiss and blow upon its throbbing head whilst her fingers toyed with and stroked every part of Sean’s, cock, balls and upper thighs.

 Sean groaned with pleasure when Joan took his whole nine inches into her mouth and throat, sucking him, moving her mouth up and down over his cock whilst her tongue played havoc with his senses.

 Liking what could taste, realizing this was a very clean young man, Joan, with amazing dexterity, bent and twisted her body until, to Sean’s surprise; she was now facing his buttocks. His surprise grew and initially he resisted when Joan, placing a hand on each buttock priced them apart, but, sensing Joan’s tongue pushing between his crack, Sean relented, thankful he always showered well, because shortly, Sean experienced for the first time, a woman’s tongue pushing into his Anus. And boy did it feel so good!, more so when Joan, her face pushed right into the crack of Sean’s buttocks, brought her hands back round and with one hand tickle and scratch his balls, whilst Joan’s other hand masturbated his cock, stroking back and forth in  unison with each thrust of her tongue into Sean’s Anus.

Sean had been given head before, usually young Girls fumbling around after he had practically forced it upon them, and not yet by Catherine Dixon, only Tom had had that experience,  but thought Sean, this must be as good as it gets, His minds eye saw Catherine behind him, like it not, she must learn  how to do this for him!

 Legs trembling to the twin pleasures Joan was providing, Sean wondered just how long he could hold out before Joan’s masturbating hand  sent his come juice spurting across the room.

As if sensing Sean’s dilemma, Joan, withdrawing her tongue from, a rather disappointed, Sean’s Anus, made her way back under his legs to face him once again..

This time though her mouth went straight over the huge throbbing erection before reaching behind Sean, , pulling his buttocks apart and inserting one index finger into his now well lubricated Anus. Sean moaned in evident ecstasy, more so when Joan’s other index finger gently scratched the skin tissue between his anus and balls.

The young Master could hold out no longer, heaving and moaning, his body rigid in ecstasy,  Sean cried out ‘oh my God’! before sending  stream  after stream of hot juices straight down her willing throat whilst Joan kept her mouth firmly glued to his  wildly throbbing cock, even so, her mouth and throat were unable to contain all of Sean’s gushing juices and a steady stream erupted from between her lips, running silkily down her chin.

Eventually Joan reluctantly withdrew her mouth from Sean’s deflating, but still enormous cock. Looking up to his eyes, the naked woman kneeling before him slowly ran a finger up over her chin, gathering a great glob of Sean’s semen in the process. Smiling up at him, she placed the finger in her mouth, then repeated the process, hungrily ensuring every last drop of Sean’s juices were collected and devoured .before she set about the task of dressing Sean, reversing the earlier process before, still naked herself, kneeling at Tony’s side.

‘Jeez Tony, that was unbelievable!’ exclaimed Sean, bringing a smile to Joan’s lips.

‘ I wish Joan could teach  Catherine how to do that!’ he added before, slightly discomforted he realized Joan had not been party to their earlier conversation and knew nothing of Catherine and Sean’s intentions.

‘Oh, she can, and will if that’s what you want Sean, Joan here can indeed be her instructor, and enjoy the task You see, although a Slave, Joan can also switch, be a dominant that is, especially to other women!’

Sean thought life just got better and better and, after a few sessions with Tony and some more ministrations from Joan, Sean was ready for the next stage of the subjugation of Catherine Dixon.

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chapter 5

That weekend Catherine,  her guilt and insecurity  as great as ever, welcomed her husband home from yet another interminable business trip with as much fuss as she could possibly make by cooking special candle lit meals, opening wine , dressing specially, all the things she could do she did do, short of confessing all, to make it up to her husband.

But to Catherine’s dismay her husband had confessed to being so tired after his week’s exertions that he could hardly stay awake. Indeed, upon going up to bed he had made only a derisory token effort at fucking Catherine in the usual missionary position before falling fast asleep.

Lying there, in the darkness, Catherine’s fingers moved down to soothe her  throbbing love button, recalling how, when her husband had been inside her, try as she might not to, Catherine could not help visualizing it Sean’s huge cock  that was slowly fucking her.

Despite telling herself she would never allow it to happen again, Catherine had, every time Dan walked into the house, wondered if today he would be the bearer of Sean’s message and was unable to suppress a quiver of frustration each time Dan had said nothing.

Indeed, during the intervening couple of weeks, Catherine, particularly when in bed on her own, had, for the first time since she were married, masturbated herself and it was  the vision of Sean’s huge cock that Catherine masturbated to, of her lips around its girth after he had punished her, spanked her caned her, and Catherine, to her astonishment, had even fantasized that Sean was whipping her whilst she herself was bound and gagged, just as in those books she and her husband had read a couple of years ago.

Always though, the guilt returned afterward, with Catherine pledging she would keep to her vow that she would not allow Sean in the house again..  But always the fantasies returned, growing stronger each time.

So it was, when Dan, eating a midweek supper across the table from his Mother, casually  informed Catherine  he had seen Sean that day and that Sean had asked Dan to remind his mother he would be round ‘as agreed’, the following afternoon, at 3pm.,.

Catherine, stunned, had almost dropped the coffee cup she was holding at hearing Dan’s message.

Feverishly Catherine attempted to think of a suitable reply, unaware of Dan’s complicity.

‘Oh………….oh really………..do you know Dan,  I………I had completely forgotten about that’

Dan, fully aware no meeting had been mentioned by Sean, hid his smile very well, nonchalantly adding that Tom had lost interest in a teaching Career and that Sean would be on his own.

Suddenly it came to Catherine.

‘Well Dan, In that case, as its half term, I think it best if you were here to keep Sean Company’

Under the table Dan was stroking his growing penis.

‘Sorry Mum, I’ve got football practice tomorrow, and I’ve no interest in the teaching profession, so it just you and Sean, boring I guess, but Mum, .Sean told me he so much enjoyed his last visit’

‘Oh God, thought Catherine ‘how do I get out of this’! After weeks of masturbating herself to Sean’s image, she was trembling inwardly,  whatever else, she told herself, she must not allow Sean into the house, reasoning it would then be quite easy to tell him her husband was at home all this week.

Catherine was of course totally unaware her own Son had told Sean his father was, yet again, away all week on business, or of course, that Dan had provided Sean with a complete list of his mothers underwear, her sizes, her colors and types and, for good measure Dan had also noted down some of Catherine’s more racy dresses!.

The following day Catherine was on edge from the moment she awoke, having all night seen nothing but images of herself and Sean, either being punished by him, or having to suck his giant cock!

Even Dan noticed how on edge was his mother at breakfast, gently chiding her that she really did look tired today, perhaps a long soak in the bath would help.

Catherine though decided that some work in the garden may help her think over her dilemma, so a few hours before Sean’s dreaded arrival she busied herself in the garden, working hard, until, covered in grime and sweat she looked at her watch and saw it was 2 o’clock, an hour before Sean was due.

Catherine, always priding herself upon her appearance, thought it best, even if her visitor was to get short shrift, to at least look halfway presentable. She would, she decided, have a bath and then dress in something cleaner before Sean arrived.

Seeing her son  packing his sports bag, Catherine, quickly brushing his cheek with her lips informed Dan she was about to take a quick bath and freshen up after her earlier labour in the Garden.

Dan, always excited by any contact with is mother felt his cock stirring as he looked at his watch, 2.10 pm.

‘Well, I’m off now Mum, got to go to football practice, you remember?

Absently, Catherine told Dan she did indeed remember this, whilst taking the stairs up to her bathroom.

All the while whilst bathing, Catherine rehearsed exactly what she must tell Sean on the doorstep, whatever else, she decided; she would simply not allow him into the house, telling him her husband was home that day.

Hurriedly drying herself, Catherine pulled her long blonde hair back into a pony tail before putting on an everyday white Bra and matching pants. A clean pair of blue Jeans and white cotton blouse completed her dressing. Dressing up today was not a very good idea after the last time!

 Vanity held sway though, she could never appear before anyone without her make up and so Catherine spent five minutes before the mirror on lipstick, eye shadow and pencil, after which, looking firmly into the mirror she repeated her resolve, whatever, she must not allow Sean into the house…………..for Catherine realized that if she were to do so, then…….then………she must not allow herself to even contemplate the idea!.

Catherine checked her watch; it was now two forty, deciding she had time to make herself a cup of coffee Catherine slipped on her feet a pair of mules before heading downstairs.

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‘Oh my God’………….was Catherine’s reaction to see Sean standing, hands behind his back, staring angrily at her, in her kitchen.

‘How…………….god you frightened me Sean……how did you get in here’ she managed to splutter, both apprehensive and confused by the way Sean was staring at her with such a furious expression.

‘Dan, I arrived early, and Dan said you would not mind me waiting downstairs whilst you had your bath’

‘Oh’

Things were not going at all to plan for Catherine, puzzled and worried by his demeanor she tried to be more incisive.

‘But……..but I really don’t think……Sean that.’ ……but was interrupted by Sean

‘It would appear you don’t think often enough Catherine’ he told her, holding his head even higher. Catherine, for the moment dumbstruck, nervously watched Sean irritably eye her from tip to toe.

‘What………what on earth is the matter Sean’ she asked hoping to pacify him before getting him to leave.

‘That Catherine, is a question to ask yourself, if, in future, you greet your Master and Owner dressed in that manner, your punishment will be far more severe than that I intend for you now’ Said Sean, his manner and voice leaving no doubt as to his annoyance.

Sean’s slowly allowed his arms to come round from behind his back and Catherine, horrified to see the riding crop Sean had been shielding from her, began trembling inwardly as he unhurriedly slapped the looped end into his open palm.

Impossible now for her to claim her husband was at home, Catherine, fearfully eyeing Sean’s riding crop could only bluster.

‘Oh my God,don’t……..please Sean, this can’t, please, you shouldn’t be here, I  really do think you should leave now, please…………think about what would happen if my husband were to walk in here right now!’

This has nothing to do with your Husband Catherine; it’s between me and you, the only thing that matters is what ‘I’ want, and you Catherine belong to me now, no one else, you’re my Property’  I tell you what you can and cannot do, what you wear, where you go!

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‘But…………please Sean………its wrong ………You can’t possibly  expected me to  just,  just’…………………Catherine though was cut off in mid sentence, stunned by the swiftness with which Sean had stepped toward her, grabbed her white cotton blouse in both hands and then suddenly  ripped it apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. 

‘Catherine, you will go back upstairs and take off that garbage you are wearing. In   ten minutes I shall come up to your Bedroom you will be kneeling, hand on your head, on your bed, fully made up, dressed in your Red Satin Bra, thong and suspenders with black seamed stockings and heels…………….And Catherine, from this moment onward you will no longer call me Sean, you will refer to me at all times as…….’Master’

To further make his point, Sean quickly placed the looped end of his horse whip upon the cheek the now visibly trembling Catherine and, , told her.

‘No more nonsense Catherine, not another word, or I’ll make it much, much worse for you!’

‘Oh God……………Oh God’, mumbled Catherine, terrified at Sean’s underlying threat toward her, but none the less , unable to suppress the illicit, thrilling  feelings inside and that like it or not, part of her was excited by the idea that she was now the ‘property’ of this young boy!

Catherine, seeing no compassion in Sean steely eyes, slowly  turned on her heels, before making her way upstairs, inwardly cursing her son for allowing Sean into the house but also aware yet again, she had become aroused by  both  thoughts of and the actual presence of the young Sean Brady

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                                         To Be continued Shortly

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                     Catherine’s Punishment Part 4

                              Catherine meets Joan

 Catherine Dixon’s lovely body stirred upon her large double bed as she gradually came awake.  Slowly, opening her eyes, Catherine began to recall the events that led to her deep exhausted sleep, telling herself she must get up and take a bath before her son Dan came home from his football practice.

Catherine’s eyes strayed to the bedside clock were shocked to see  it telling her it was now 7.30pm., two hours since Sean had left her, and, ‘oh god, Dan must be home by now, what on earth would he think of me, sleeping away the afternoon’

Stretching her aching, sexually abused body, Catherine vividly recalled that afternoon’s events, but when her mind pictured herself being led into Dan’s room, Catherine suddenly recalled, with mounting concern, Sean removing her Bra and thong whilst in there. ‘Oh Lord, what if Dan found them?’

All of a sudden Catherine knew she would not relax until, one way or the other; she had retrieved her red satin underwear..

Throwing back the bedclothes Sean had tucked her into before he had left, Catherine,  noticed her bedroom door was open, quickly she threw a silk dressing gown around her naked body,  realizing also that she still wore her red suspender belt and black stockings.

Hurriedly Catherine looked around her bedroom but could see no clothing of any description lying around. Quickly dashing across to her bedroom door, Catherine, gazing left and right, could see or hear nothing.  Would Dan be in his room?

 Anxiously, her heart thumping, Catherine made her way along the landing toward Dan’s room, his door though, was closed.

 Recalling that Sean had led her, by her collar and lead, from Dan’s room, Catherine was certain it was not her who had closed the door.

Tentatively Catherine knocked on the door.

‘Dan……..are you in there, darling’?

 Lying on his Bed, a smiling Dan had already turned off his TV monitor, pushed his erection to one side and zipped up his Jeans as if expecting his Mother to knock on his door, which, indeed he had!. Leisurely he pushed his mothers’ thong deeper into his jeans pocket.

‘Sure Mum, come on in” Dan replied cheerfully.

Catherine, fearful the next few moments could perhaps ruin their relationship irreparably, hesitated for a moment or two, and then pushed slowly on Dan’s bedroom door.

‘Hi Mum, have a good nap?, you left your door open so I couldn’t help but notice.’

Catherine was aware her son was looking closely at her dressing gown, and black stockings whilst he spoke, she wondered for a moment if he suspected something, but then she saw her Bra, lying on the carpet just under Dan’s Bed, almost hidden by his oversized bedspread, and, somewhat relived, Catherine assumed her thong must then also be under Dan’s bed and that Dan, too busy with his video games , had simply not noticed his Mothers underwear beneath his bed.

‘Yes, thank you Darling, I had such an awful headache, after, err, earlier, so I though a lie down would help but I must have dozed off’’ Replied Catherine, her spirits lifted a little, although she still had to find an opportunity to retrieve her underwear.

‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that Mum, I hope its better now, say, Sean hasn’t been too demanding of you Mum,, I hope, I met him on my way home and he was telling me he was really enjoying his visits, that you were showing him so many things.’

Catherine, too intent on her Bra and thong to notice Dan’s

 Deliberate innuendoes, did though feel a little uncomfortable at the way her son continued to gaze at her breasts. She pulled her dressing gown tighter, unaware by doing so she was giving Dan a great display of nipples that for some reason were once again rock hard and pushing against her thin dressing gown.

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‘No, not at all darling, Sean and I had a very good discussion, I expect he’ll come again next week, it just gave me a headache that’s all,  Darling,  but it’s much better now, in fact, I think I shall take a long hot bath and then make us both a nice hot supper.’

‘Okay Mum, you do that, Hey, you want me to make you a coffee and bring it up?’

‘That would be great Darling’ replied Catherine, seizing the opportunity to retrieve her underwear.

Dan, rose from his bed to go downstairs and make his Mothers coffee, not before though, taking the opportunity to kiss his mothers cheek. Marveling at how good she smelled, Dan assumed it had to be the aroma of Sex. His Mothers Sex, Sean’s Sex, his own sex!.

 After waiting a moment, Catherine, dashing over to where her Bra lay under Dan’s bed, collected the garment but, frustrated at being unable to find her tiny thong , was soon scrabbling around under her son’s bed in desperation, but of her thong there was no trace.

Catherine, could only hope the tiny garment, had not fallen into Dan’s hands, she walked back to her bedroom and on into its bathroom before running herself a bath. On hearing Dan telling her he had bought up her coffee was suddenly nervous.

 Her little boy, she knew, was growing up, his hormones were changing, and some of her friends had told her tales of finding their own underwear, soiled with semen, hidden in their son’s bedrooms.   

That thought may well explain it, but, if Dan had seen removed her thong from his bedroom floor, then he would certainly have wondered why his Mother’s lingerie was in his bedroom.

Catherine could only think of telling Dan she may have dropped some laundry on his floor, a singularly lame excuse but it would have to do.

‘Hey, got your coffee mum, it’s on your dressing table, Hey, you got a new cell phone Mum, looks cool ‘

Belatedly remembering Sean had left the cell phone for her future ‘instructions’ Catherine hastily told Dan she had indeed treated herself to the cell phone, wondering just how many more times she would have ‘to cover up’ her indiscretions.

Saddened by this thought, Catherine dragged her aching body into the steamy water, but, once again the awful sense of betrayal toward her family washed over her as she sank deep into the relaxing soap suds.

She was, Catherine reasoned,  being led down a pathway  of sexual awakening, obviously calculated to cumulate with her total Submission toward Sean, Okay, even his ownership of her body.  

So who could she now turn to for advice?

After the first instance, she should, Catherine thought, have really told her husband, but, she had made no immediate complaint, not to anyone, so how could she approach him now.

 ‘Oh hello darling, whilst you were away I was Caned by Dan’s friends, they fucked me and then came back another time, this time I was handcuffed and gagged whilst being anally raped.

Catherine very nearly giggled to herself at this thought, but, she knew, she would at best be ridiculed, at worst; he would suspect her of leading the boy on.

So, soaping her still soft and lovely skin, Catherine wondered if she should confide in Dan,?

Could she tell him Sean had made inappropriate ‘advances’ toward his mother, perhaps ask Dan to inform Sean he was no longer welcome in her house.

The difficulty there, contemplated Catherine, was Dan had seen her asleep in her bedroom on his return.  Then, in her dressing gown, her black stockings and bare breasts quite obvious, why go to his room, chat with him, even tell him Sean would probably be coming over again next week,? and, what if her vision of Dan witnessing his Mothers punishment had in fact, been the reality.?

 Neither could Catherine dismiss entirely, the worrying notion Dan was in someway, a party to Sean’s objectives toward his Mother, after all, there was still the nagging questions regarding just how Sean and his friend Tom, ……Tom, god, she had almost forgotten him, of how she had sucked his cock and drank his sperm, of just how they had obtained the DVD of her husband caning her and her subsequent sucking of his cock.

No, the thought Dan may well have been masturbating into her own, probably wet, underwear, meant Catherine could not confide in her son either.

And her friends, oh god no, she embarrassment, the humiliation, she would be the talk of the neighborhood. In five minute flat. So Catherine also dismissing that option, knew she was own her own, both her mind and body fighting a loosing battle in her attempts to deny Sean complete and utter control of her.

For despite her earlier resolve not to even allow Sean into her house, Catherine had been unable to either prevent him being in the house, or, worse, to prevent the sixteen year old Boy/Man from using her, a woman almost three times his age, as a sexual plaything for his own gratification, the handcuffs, the whipping, the abusing of her nipples, her utter and complete distress when she first realized Sean’s cock was about to enter her Anus.

Catherine Dixon had sensed Sean’s triumph when his huge cock had penetrated  the very  depths her hitherto virgin Anus, his way, she know understood, of demonstrating to her, the terrible power he now held over her.

But, lying there in her bath, try as she might, Catherine was unable to prevent images of Sean, dressed or naked, subjecting her body to immeasurable amounts of both pain and pleasure from flashing before her eyes, she could not, however hard she tried, deny she had enjoyed every illicit moment, even though she had, in effect, been Anally raped by Sean..

But Catherine knew it was wrong, every part of her well ordered middle class being told her it was so very wrong,!.

And only, at the weekend, with her husband home, did Catherine find solace in other areas as she cleaned, cooked and generally tried her best to recreate her previous family bonding.  For, during the next couple of days Catherine could think of nothing but Sean’s treatment of her on the Wednesday afternoon, of how he had quite simply conquered her, and with every such thought. So would begin again the throbbing in her cunt  and Catherine would  take from its hiding place, the cell phone Sean had given her, only to feel disappointed there was no text message for her

But, come  the weekend, her husband, exhausted as usual from his week of business travels, hardly noticed just how much effort Catherine made toward him, her special dress’s, her makeup, the meals.

On the saturday evening and with Dan out of the house Catherine finally she managed to get her husband, after a bottle of wine, upstairs in their bedroom.

Catherine devoted all her energy in her feverish attempts to rekindle the old spark between them, all in the hope she may somehow drive from her mind the now constant visions of Sean invading her Anus with his huge cock, hoping, praying, she could, via her husband of so many years, somehow make herself come to her senses.

But, despite her husband trying his best, albeit in the usual missionary position, Catherine, like some crazed junkie desperate for a hit, could see only Sean’s muscular young body, not her beloved husband, pumping her, telling her she was his property, his alone.

And when her husband had eventually ejaculated inside her, Catherine, herself unfulfilled, was astonished to find herself wondering how often in future, Sean would allow her to fuck her own husband.. quickly though, she dismissed the absurdity of such thinking, she was a loving married forty two year old mother of two, she loved her family, her husband, she was not the plaything of a young boy…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………But that night saw Catherine toss and turn in her Bed, her mind ablaze with images of  sixteen years old Sean Brady whipping her naked, bound and gagged body ………………………………………..

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Sean, whose wealthy parents owned a string of electronics shops, had had no difficulty in providing Dan with two, tiny, state of the art, wireless ‘spy cams’ and showing him how they worked, how, in future Dan would record everything his Mother did in her Bedroom, view the recordings every day and immediately inform Sean of anything unusual or interesting on the recordings.

Dan, as Sean had expected was exceedingly taken with idea of recording his mothers actions in her bedroom and agreed to Sean’s demand without hesitation.

It had though, not been until the Sunday morning, when his parents had gone to the golf club together for drinks that Dan had the opportunity to site the devices in such a fashion and area they would be of best use, one in Catherine’s bedroom and the other in her bathroom.

That evening, with the spy cam receiver in his room connected to a TV channel, Dan had been able to view his mother, in her bathroom, actually trimming her pubic hair before taking her bath.

 Dan, watching his mother soaping her wonderful breasts had masturbated fiercely to these images and was disappointed to see his mother, after drying herself, pulling a long nightdress over that gorgeous body. Looking at the spy cam in the bedroom when both his Mother and father were in Bed, Dan was equally disappointed when both bedside lamps were almost immediately turned off..

The Monday morning, after both her husband and Tom had left the house, Catherine scattered the entire contents of her wardrobe over her huge bed. Taking two suitcases from a closet she then sifted through each garment, throwing into the cases any skirt or dress that fell below the knee. Those that remained, she could take up from the hem until they were the required three inches above the knee.

 From another case Catherine produced a selection of skirts and dresses not worn for years. Many of these were ‘mini’ skirts and dresses and these she placed in her wardrobe along with those she would have to shorten. Vaguely she wondered just how she, a middle aged woman, would appear to family and friend in her new look of hemlines well above the knee, well. At least she had the legs to carry it off, she mused.

Next were her tops. Blouses, jumpers and others were selected and placed in order of merit. Those that would show off her bra underneath her top took priority, then those she could wear without a bra but would show off her nipples. The first two she placed in drawers, all others in suitcases.

Finally Catherine cleared out from her lingerie collection any Bra’s and knickers without matching suspender belts, these again went into storage, but Catherine decided she needed also, some more stockings

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Dan, returning home late that afternoon, read a note from his mother telling him she had gone shopping. Quickly he consumed the snack Catherine had left him before rushing upstairs to his room. There Dan tuned his two TV monitors into their special channels, and then pulled a special recording device’s from under his pillow.           

Sensors on the spy cams in his mother’s bed room had triggered the recording device and Dan was soon viewing recordings of his mother ruthlessly sorting her clothes and lingerie. Dan picked up his own phone and was soon ringing Sean’s cell phone.

‘Well’ Said Sean when answering, always happy to keep Dan guessing his moods.

‘What’s your Mum been up to, Dan’

When Dan told him his mother had been sorting out all her clothes and lingerie a smiling Sean knew he was now ready  to begin the next phase of ‘Mrs. Dixon’s ‘

Slave training!

Catherine Dixon had not been so full of excited anticipation for years, returning from her shopping trip whilst Dan concluded his call to Sean, she  shouted a cheerful ‘Hello Dan ,Darling’ toward her Sons bedroom as she strode into her own room, her hands holding bags containing  new lingerie and stockings purchased earlier in town, two daring sets of lingerie, each with half cup bra and thong, together with a wonderful pvc Basque she had been unable to resist despite the disapproving looks from the young shop assistant.

All these Catherine spread out on the bed and Dan, now viewing his mother walking into her bathroom, thought he had better add these to his list.

Just though, as Catherine were about to take her Bath, she took the cell phone from its hiding place,   partly thrilled and partly apprehensive; she saw that the text message notice was flashing.

‘You R 2 report for training @ Youngs bookshop, lower high st.  12.50 pm wed. Browse books @ wait. Wear. Red under@ blk skirt/ white blouse. Reply U will obey Master X.

Catherine, taking the cell phone into her bathroom was confused, why would Sean want her to wait in a bookshop for him. Catherine had never heard of or been to ‘Youngs bookshop’; also the lower high street was not the smartest area of town.

Still though, Catherine was excited that at last Sean had made contact, even if rather obtusely. But would she, Catherine asked herself; have the nerve to obey Sean?

 In his room Dan looked on excitedly whilst his Mother stripped off, first of all, the rather short skirt she wore before removing what had to be a see through white blouse, leaving him to drool over that lovely set of powder blue lingerie she had worn on the visit of Tom and Sean. Dan’s cock twitched excitedly as his blissfully unaware Mother performed a ‘strip show’ just for him.

Shortly, the second monitor was showing his Mother stepping naked into her bath. Still of course totally unaware her every movement, aside from sitting out of vision, on her toilet, was being monitored by her own Son.

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Surprisingly, upon finding the less than salubrious lower high st. almost deserted, Catherine managed to find a parking space almost opposite ‘Youngs Bookshop’

For a minute or two, Catherine anxiously studied the shop’s rather shabby frontage, wondering yet again why Sean had told her to be here at 12.50pm, and indeed, why on earth she had texted back to say she would be here, for, even after she had ‘blitzed’ her clothing on Monday, her guilt and inbred sense of what is right and what is wrong, were never far away.

Indeed her whole morning, though spent in nervous excited anticipation, had also been one of self incrimination

 But always these thoughts struggled to overcome Catherine’s yearning to be sexually subjugated, controlled, dominated.. And so, that morning, Catherine had  convinced herself there really could be no alternative, telling herself,  had she not obeyed Sean’s instructions, her body would, sooner or later, undoubtedly suffer at his hands.

 Catherine’s thoughts were interrupted  when she became aware a couple of scruffily dressed young lads, no more than sixteen or seventeen, were peering into her car, pointing and laughing, causing Catherine to glance down to see how much her short black skirt had ridden up her legs whilst she sat in the driving position, so much so, the tops of her black stockings were clearly visible to the scruffy youths

Discomfited by their pointing and laughing, Catherine hurriedly pulled down the skirt as far as possible.

 But the young lads still remained there, by her car, pointing and laughing, leaving Catherine feeling trapped inside, unwilling to get out of the vehicle, fearing the unwanted attentions of the young lads in the deserted street.

Eventually though, after looking at her watch to see the time was now 12.50,

Catherine, for some reason fearful of being late, instead of driving away, decided she would get out of the car and make a dash for it, across the road.

Almost as though they knew what she was planning, the moment Catherine opened the drivers door, the young lads were there, holding it open for her, both of them gazing down to the erotic display Catharine provided,  stocking tops, red suspender tabs and white thigh, all clearly visible to young covetous eyes, in her hurried attempt to get out from her Car.

Mortified, Catherine soon found things getting even worse when one of the lads told the other.  ‘Hey, Look at this, she has a great pair of tits on her as well as good legs,’ causing Catherine to belatedly remember her Red bra would clearly be visible under her almost transparent white blouse.

Attempting to show as much modesty as she could muster, Catherine finally managed to stand upright, her back to the youths.

 After managing to lock her Car with the remote, Catherine then attempted to by pass the two boys. They though, were having none of it.

‘What are you darling, another model for him over there?’ said one, his young face riddled with acne spots.

‘Well, why bother with him Darling, lets get back in your Car and you can give us both a good blow job!’ said the other.

Catherine, oblivious as to the meaning of the spotty boy’s question and horrified by the others boys demands told them she did not know what he was talking about, would they please  leave her alone, otherwise she would call for help.

‘Well, well, old Tony’s gone and got himself a real posh bird,, all la de da’

‘Well, posh as you are darling, a  good looking bird like you should be a model, even if you are a bit older than most of them over there.’

Was the Spotty youth’s reply,.

To which, a bemused and embarrassed Catherine, replying they were very much mistaken,  tried to push her way past them, but, the spotty lad, standing behind her, suddenly put his hand right up, under her skirt, managing to grasp and pull the waistband of the tiny thong  Catherine  wore. In desperation Catherine, seeing no help would be forthcoming in the deserted street, tried to pull away before realizing she was now trapped between the two youths and that she would be ripping off her own lingerie by doing so.

‘Please………..please let me go’ she whimpered, terrified the spotty youth was about. Rip her thong off her body completely.

‘Not until you hold this’ said spotty and suddenly his hand was upon Catherine’s wrist.

In abject horror Catherine looked down to see her hand hovering over a very erect penis the boy must have slipped out from within his Jeans.

‘Hold it, jerk me off, then you can go’ he demanded of her. ‘Otherwise you get back in the car………with us!’

Never in her life had Catherine faced such an appalling predicament, in broad daylight, in the middle of the street, being told to masturbate a young boy!, worse still, the other youth, pushing her up hard against his spotty friend , was now running his own hands under Catherine’s skirt from her thighs to her hips.

Catherine’s dilemma was clear, either ‘Jerk off’ the spotty youth or be forced back into her own car, with them, and then?

“oh God’ Catherine whispered softly and then gripped the boy’s penis. Slowly, her disgust and indignity clear on her face, Catherine moved her fingers back and forward on the not overlarge young penis, much to the boys delight.

‘That’s it bitch, Jerk me off, hold it harder and cup my balls with your other hand’

Suddenly Catherine, astonished to find her self actually complying with the horrid boys demand, had slipped her free hand inside the boys Jeans to find, stroke and cup his balls whilst continuing to rub his twitching penis whilst, all the while, the other youth’s hands continued to stroke her thighs, buttocks and, to her horror, find their way inside her thong.

But Catherine could also feel something else, and that something, was the now all too familiar tingle of excitement deep in her groin, and the awful reality that, somehow, she was enjoying this humiliation dawned upon her.

Of course it could not last for the spotty youth and soon Catherine felt the youngster’s penis twitching uncontrollably in her fingers, followed shortly by spurts of his warm semen over her palm and fingers.

‘Don’t let go until I tell you’ ordered the spotty youth, leaving the humiliated Catherine, her fingers covered in his semen, to hold onto the spurting cock.

‘mmmmm, that was great’ said spotty. ‘Now lick your fingers clean then you can do the same for my pal’

 For Catherine this was all too much, and, letting out a scream, she stumbled across the road to the bookshop, rubbing sticky fingers onto her skirt, before hurriedly pushing her way past the door, whilst the two boys, laughingly looked up toward an upper floor window, where Sean and Tony stood, gestured down that they should now stand by the shop window.

Once inside the bookshop, the frightened, flustered and embarrassed blonde housewife, letting out a huge sigh of relief, looked across to where Joan stood behind her counter.

‘Oh my Lord,’ Began Catherine as Joan looked up at her from her counter. ‘Those young boys, out there, I thought, Oh God, they were just so horrible!’

Joan though, looking at Catherine with a puzzled expression, merely replied they were just bored locals, pay them no notice.

Despite her seeming reassurance, Catherine looked out of the bookshops window to see those same two young brute’s waving, gesturing for her to come back outside, then, oh god! One of them was actually waving his cock at her!

‘So then, what can I do for you?

 Catherine, startled by Joan’s sudden question, for a moment looked back at Joan in bewilderment, surely this rather plain looking middle aged woman with her hair in a schoolmistress’s bun could see she needed refuge from those thugs out there!

‘I, er, well, I am just browsing thank you’ replied Catherine, after all, this was a bookshop.

But Catherine became even concerned for her own welfare to hear Joan telling her.

‘Well, that’s okay, but I’m afraid the time is almost one o’clock and we are about to close for lunch, I really must ask you to leave if you are not about to make a purchase.’

Dismayed by these words, Catherine looked out the shop window; but those thugs were still there, still crudely gesticulating toward her.

‘But, but, those boys, they are still outside!’

‘They are harmless lad looking for a bit of fun, that’s all, now, unless you have other business, I must ask you to leave’ interjected Joan forcefully, walking toward the door.

‘But……but I, I have, have to meet someone here.’  Replied Catherine in desperation

‘Look, if you are expected, then you must tell me who you are, and why you are here, otherwise’ Said Joan, gesturing toward the door.

‘Oh…My name is, err Catherine, and err…well, I was asked to be here at 12.50’

‘Okay Catherine, at least I we have got that much out of you,  but who are you supposed to be meeting, and for what reason were you asked here?’ replied Joan, looking exasperated by now, demanded of Catherine.. 

Catherine was stunned by the ease in which this woman, at least 5 inches shorter than herself and with, seemly, a distinctly ‘old maid’ dress sense, intimidated her.

‘er…….er Sean Brady’  she mumbled.

‘Oh yes, Sean’  replied Joan  making her way back behind her counter, looking down ward as if perhaps studying a diary.

‘mmmmmmm’ right, now, what did you say was your name’

‘Catherine’

Joan, looking across to Catherine as one would a recalcitrant child, patiently asked.

‘Your full name please’

‘Oh, er, Catherine Dixon’

Again Joan gazed down to the counter and the imaginary diary.

‘And would that be Miss or Mrs. Dixon’

‘oh…..err….Mrs. replied Catherine sheepishly.

‘That’s better, it wasn’t that hard, was it Mrs. Dixon, Now, if you’ll tell me exactly why you were asked here, I shall be able to lock up the shop ‘

‘Catherine, had no where to go or hide, she realized she had to tell this horrible woman and could only whisper shamefacedly.

‘Err, Training’

After again looking down to her non existent diary Joan, looking back up to Catherine said.

‘Right, yes, I have it here, we seem to be getting somewhere at last, Mrs. Dixon, now then, please tell me if I have got this right,

You are Mrs. Catherine Dixon, forty two years old, a mother of two and you are here to begin your obedience training as Sean Brady’s personal property, his Sex Slave?’

If there had been a hole in the ground she could jump into, if there had not been those horrible brute’s outside, if,if ,if, but Catherine, her face reddened by  shame and humiliation and dismayed  at how this mousy looking woman, at least 5 inches shorter then herself managed to so easily intimidate her,  found she had no option but to nod her head weakly and mumble ‘yes’……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

                                               A Work of Fiction

‘                                         To be Continued Shortly

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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’……………………………………………………

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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.

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 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 Victoria though came when Dan informed him Victoria, whose house was a few miles from his, was recently divorced from her husband, and rumor had it, it was on the grounds of Victoria having a series of affairs with younger men, perfect!

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 Victoria’s house kept by his Mother.  If Sean were to go along with him, then it would mean he Dan, would be well rewarded, and the reward he sought most, was his own Mother submitting to him……………………………………………………………………………………………..

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 Dixon, you love me fucking you with my fingers don’t you?

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’.

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