His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 109.

While she was showing the girls around, explaining the functions of the different pieces of equipment and letting them swing a few of the whips, Nicole filled them in on Maria’s history.  Then she led them to the nearer end of the dungeon, under the landing, where there were two adjacent doors.
“These are the changing rooms – one for me and one for the clients.  Mine’s bigger – I’ll show you why.”
She opened the door.  The light came on automatically, illuminating a room full of wardrobes, cupboards and mirrors, with a dressing-table at one end.  She slid open one of the wardrobe doors, revealing a row of gleaming leather, rubber and vinyl outfits, and eliciting gasps from the girls.
“Wow!  Miss!  You have so many costumes!”
“Well, if you did decide to work with me, you’d have to have your own wardrobes.  One needs a variety clothes depending on the client.  For example, a lot of the sissies like the stern auntie look – pencil skirt, tight white blouse with accentuated breasts, black seamed stockings and so on.  Then there are the fetishists who react to rubber and leather and sexy boots.  Now Maria…she’s not too picky, as long as I’m strict and untouchable.  No, with her it’s much more what I say.  She needs to be questioned and told off light a naughty child.  Though today I’m going to be a bit more pro-active, and give her a little of what she craves.”
The girls were listening, but they’d found the sex toy cupboard and were examining the contents open-mouthed.  Nicole smiled.
“Okay.  I have to get ready now.  Take these masks.  Put them on when she arrives, and if you like you can carry whips.  And here, put these on too.”  She held out two pair of short black rubber gloves.  “You know where the whips are.  Now I have a secret client entrance straight into the dungeon.  On the blind side of the house there’s a staircase that leads down to a little door in the far corner.  It’s in darkness normally but the light will come on when she’s outside.  Off you go.  She’ll be here in fifteen minutes or so.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 110.

The girls were trying out Nicole’s throne when she emerged – both at once.  They jumped down guiltily.
“Ah, two princesses I see.  That’s a good thought, actually.  She’ll be here very soon.  Don’t be shy – you can swagger around like real dommes.  You can even sneer and laugh as much as you like – yes, Kaiya, I mean it.  Act like real assistants.  I might even ask you to do something – we’ll see how it goes.”
They were staring at her.  She had tied her hair back, and applied black eye-shadow and black lipstick.  She wore a crisp white shirt and black tie, short black latex gloves, and rubber riding boots over black latex leggings.  Her outfit was completed with a black leather strap-on sporting a large, slightly curved, rubber dil-do.
 A light had come on in the far corner. 
“Ah – there’s the door.”
She marched over, opened the door, and admitted a short, dark, middle-aged woman in a beige trouser-suit.  She ushered her over.  She hesitated, startled, on seeing the girls, and regarded them nervously with wide brown eyes.  She had a pleasing, symmetrical face, a straight nose and full, sensual lips.
“Don’t worry, Maria.  These are my friends.  They may be joining me at some point, but today they’re just spectators.  You can relax.  Nothing’s changed.  I can vouch for their integrity and trustworthiness.”
Maria nodded and lowered her gaze.  “Yes, miss Nicole.”
“Good.  Now go and get changed.  You’ll find today’s outfit on the chair.  There’s lube on the counter if you need it.”
“Yes, miss,” she murmured obediently, and walked quickly away to the changing room.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 111.

She emerged a few minutes later.  The trouser suit had been replaced with less conventional attire: a short, tight pink spandex vest, with the words “c-um Slut” in sparkly letters across her breasts, pink latex panties, and pink three-buckle ankle boots.  Nicole looked her up and down.
“How do you like your dil-do pants, c-um slut?”
“Thank you miss, I like them very much.”
“Good.  Because you’re going to take them home with you today and wear them to the office for the rest of this week – that’s three days – to remind you of this session.”
Maria looked alarmed.  “But miss…  Tomorrow…I have to do a presentation.”
“So?”
Nicole picked up a riding whip and gave her a smart slap on her thigh.  She flinched.
“Are you questioning my instructions?”
“No miss, of course not.  I understand.”
Nicole sighed, strode over to her throne, and sat down.
“Kneel.  Closer.  Tell me what’s happened since I last saw you.  Everything,.  You know the procedure.”
“Yes, miss.”  She fidgeted uncomfortably, staring at the strap-on which stood erect at her eye-level.
“Well get on with it.”
Yes, well…”  She glanced sideways at the girls.  “Well, a couple of days after I last saw you, Phillip and Paula had this massive lovemaking session in the middle of the night.  They woke me up, and…I couldn’t get back to sleep…”
“You masturbated, right?  Come on, I need to know every detail!”
“Y-yes.  I probably came more times than they did.  I was exhausted the next day, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  So…”
“Mm?”
“I wanted to see what they were doing.  I noticed that night they put the light on to…do it.  So I went and bought one of those miniature spy cameras.  I bought an expensive one.  On top of the wardrobe on their room there’s a cardboard box full of blankets.  I cut a little hole and hid it in there, overlooking the bed, so I could watch everything on my phone.  I know it was bad…”
“Bad?  Maria, now you’re a real voyeur slut!  Oh dear, I’m going to have to punish you so severely today.  So…what happened?”
“I was so excited I went to bed early the next night.  Told them I didn’t feel well.  But then the night after…”
“Do you think they know you’re listening to them?  Are they deliberately being as noisy as possible?”
“I think…maybe they are.  Maybe it turns them on.  Maybe they know I like Phillip.  Once or twice I’ve been nervous around them after one of those nights, and once I saw them exchange glances…   Because that night…they really let rip.”
“Hmm.  What did they do?”
“Everything!  Soixante-neuf for ages, then she rode him while he suc-ked her breasts, then he fuc-ked her doggy style and came in her, then she mounted his face and made him suc-k out all their juices and swallow them, then….”
“Okay, okay.  I get the picture.  And what were you doing while all this was going on?  As if I can’t guess.”
Maria was blushing now, partly from shame but, Nicole thought, partly from arousal.
“I was…lying in bed watching it all on my phone, with earpieces in, and…”
“Yes?”
“You know…”
“No I don’t.  Tell me please!”
Maria sobbed.  “I was masturbating with a dil-do, all right?  I came so hard I had to bite my pillow or I would have screamed out loud!”
Nicole smiled.  “I see.  And since then?”
“I’ve filmed every session.  I’ve uploaded then all onto my laptop, and…I watch them whenever they’re out!  I can’t help it, miss!  He fuc-ks Paula so hard, and she suc-ks his coc-k so greedily, and it makes me so jealous!”
“What a bad girl you are, missy…  Don’t you agree, girls?”
“Yes, miss.  She’s very, very bad!”
“You should punish her well, miss!”
“I will.  But first I want to see if you still feel the same about Phillip.”
“I do, miss!”
“So imagine this dil-do is Phillip’s coc-k.  Is it about the right shape and size?”
“I guess….”
“Imagine it’s his.  Show me what you’d do…  And by the way, since you filmed him in action, we’re going to film you.  Girls?  Got your phones ready?”
“Yes, miss!” they chorused.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 112.

Maria needed no second bidding.  She soon had the rubber coc-k half way down her throat, eyes closed slurping and suc-king desperately.  Nicole let her enjoy herself for a few minutes, then pulled her head up by her hair.
“Enough.  Time for punishment.”
She stood up, and led her by her hair over to a piece of apparatus like a vaulting-horse, with a flat, padded leather top, the sides and ends fitted with tethering-rings and straps.  She bent her over one end.
“Barbara?  Bring me that box of cuffs from the counter, would you?  Thank you.”
She worked methodically and at a leisurely pace, cuffing Maria’s wrists and ankles and making sure the buckled were tight.  She fastened her wrists together by threading a short chain through the D-rings on the cuffs.  Then she went to the far end of the horse, pulled the ends till Maria’s torso was flat on the leather, threaded on through a tethering-ring at the end, and padlocked the ends together.  Using a similar procedure, she attached each ankle to the corner of the base of the unit, so her legs were slightly apart.  Finally, she threw a strap over Maria’s waist and buckled it firmly to an oblong steel loop on the other side.
“There.  How does that feel, my little masturbating coc-k-suc-ker?  No, don’t reply.  I’ve heard enough from you for one day.  In fact, I think I need absolute silence for a bit.  Kaiya?  Pass me that ball-gag please – the purple one.  You have quite a big mouth. Maria, so a size B should be about right…”
She thrust the ball unceremoniously into the woman’s mouth, and buckled it tightly behind her head.  Maria emitted an inarticulate moan, whether of protest or gratitude it was impossible to say.
“Girls.”  Nicole beckoned them over.  “Come and look at this.”  She slipped her hand under Maria’s crotch, making her quiver.  She drew it out and held it up for them to see.  The glove was slimy with Maria’s milky juices.
Barbara gasped.  “God, she’s so wet!  It’s even running down her thighs!  Look, Kaiya, what a naughty little slut!”
“Quite, Barbara.  That’s why she needs these.”  She slapped Maria’s bottom, then hooked a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled it aside so they could see the fat rubber dil-do buried in her dripping pussy.
“Oh my god,” said Kaiya, staring at it, “and she’s going to be wearing these to work for the rest of the week!  Imagine what a state she’s going to be in…”
“It’s part of her punishment,” said Nicole, matter-of-factly, stretching and releasing the panties with a sudden snap which made Maria jump.  “In fact…Maria darling?  Are you listening to me?  As well as wearing these every day, you are to spend ten minutes of your lunch hours watching your videos, to remind you why you’re wearing dil-do pants.  Understand?   Understand?”
Maria nodded as well as she could, and emitted a muffled grunt.
“Good.  Now, I think you’ve been particularly naughty over the past couple of weeks, so I think you’ve earned, let me see…twenty strokes of the whip?”
Maria’s answer was a little whimper, and an apprehensive squirm of the buttocks.
“I’ll give you the first ten, then I know you won’t object if I allow my guests to administer the rest.”
The girls’ faces lit up with delight.
Nicole went to the whip rack, cogitated for a few seconds, then selected a long dressage whip, which she tested by flexing it in the air a couple of times.  It made a satisfying whippy sound.  Barbara gripped Kaiya’s wrist in excitement.
“Stand back girls,  Give me some room.”
She administered ten leisurely strokes across Maria’s backside.  The thin latex was no protection, and at each blow she jumped and emitted a high-pitched squeak.  Despite her convulsions the heavy horse didn’t move an inch.  Each stroke raised a red weal on her flesh, the woven popper curling round the side of her right buttock and leaving its mark there.  Nicole lowered her whip.
“It’s for your own good, darling.  Reflect on your lewd behaviour.  If you want to carry on that’s fine by me – it simply means I’ll have the pleasure of meting out appropriate punishment every fortnight.  Girls?  Your turn.”
“Thank you, miss,” said Kaiya, taking the whip.  “I’ll try to do it like you did.”
Her first swing was rather hesitant, but on target.  As her confidence increased the blows became harder.  The final one made Maria whine and dance - as much as she was able with her ankles secured - and Kaiya gasped with delight at the reaction she had elicited.
“This whip’s so thin and light, miss – but so powerful!”
“My turn!”
Thrilled by the swish of the whip, Barbara grabbed it from her friend and set to.  In her eagerness, the put the first stroke across the backs of Maria’s thighs, making her squirm with pain.
“Oops!  Sorry!”
“Barbara!  Never, never apologise to a client!  Remember she must suffer whatever you choose to subject her to.”
“Sorry miss.  So…can I do it again, then?” she added, mischievously.
“If you wish – of course.”
So she did – making Maria sob and strain at her bonds - and then, lips compressed with spitefulness, finished with three hard rapid strokes across her quivering bottom.  Maria made a moaning sound in her throat.  Kaiya noticed tears were running down her face, and her nose was dripping.  She stroked her hair.
“Are you all right, Maria…?”
“She’ll be fine, Kaiya.  Don’t worry.  She needed a good lesson today, and in a moment I’m going to do something that will make her forget the pain entirely.  But Barbara,” she added, raising an eyebrow, as looking at her quizzically, “you looked as though you enjoyed that.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 113.

Barbara’s eyes were still gleaming as she handed the whip back to Nicole.
“Yeah, well, she did deserve it, didn’t she, and I just wanted to see, you know, what that sort of whip could do…”
“I understand.  But, you know, our purpose is not to inflict as much pain as possible – though I do know one or two in the profession who think that way.  On the contrary, it’s all about assessing the client’s needs and limits.  Every client has a safe word – I stopped Maria from using hers today, because I knew that was what she needed.  Had she been able to, and chosen to, I would have taken the whip out of your hand straight away.  Just remember what I do is first and foremost for the client, not to satisfy my own desires.”
“Yes, miss,” said Barbara, somewhat shamefaced.
“Well it was your first time, so let’s say no more about it.”  She turned to Maria.  “Maria darling – don’t relax, I’m not finished with you yet.  Kaiya, dear, could you take off her ball-gag for me.  That’s right.  Thanks.  Now, Maria - I want you to use your imagination once again.  You’re at home.  Paula is at work, but Philip is due home any minute.  All you can think of is his coc-k.  In desperation you take off all your clothes and throw yourself face down on his bed.  Right?”
“Yes, miss.”
“He enters the room.  You hear his gasp of surprise.  What is he going to do?  Maybe he’ll shout at you.  Maybe he’ll laugh at you.  But neither happens.  The next thing is, you feel him climb on the bed behind you.  A moment later his erection presses against your naked buttocks!  And then…”
She slid down Maria’s dil-do pants.  The dil-do slipped out of her soaking pussy with an audible plop.  Maria gasped.  Nicole guided the strap-on between the gleaming, open lips, and taking a grip on Maria’s waist strap, slid it in to the hilt.  Maria gave a cry of ecstasy.  Then Nicole withdrew till only the head remained inside, and thrust forward again, slowly this time.  As the girls watched, fascinated, she proceeded to give Maria a good hard comprehensive pounding, the slapping of the strap-on plate against her buttocks punctuating a running conversation between them.
“So…what do you say to him now?”
“Oh, yes, Phillip…please…don’t stop…fuc-k me harder!”
“Like this, aunt Maria?  Is this hard enough for you?”
“Harder…harder!
“You’re a very bad auntie, you know that, don’t you?  I’m afraid I’m going to have to spank you if you go on listening to our lovemaking every night – yes, I know what you’ve been up to!  And so does Paula.”
“Paula…?”
“Yes.  She wants to punish you by…”
“How?  How would she punish me?”
“She wants to make you kneel by the bed and watch us.  Yes!  How would you like that?  Kneel there unable to do anything by watch us taking our pleasure on each other!”
“No…that’s not fair…”
“Yes.  Though Paula did say she might allow you…”
“Yes?  What?”
“To help guide my coc-k into her, to play with her nipples while I fuc-k her, or if you’re very lucky, to lick her pussy so she’s nice and wet for me…  Would you like that?”
“Ah…ah…I don’t know….   Oh, god, yes…YES…  Miss!  I’m c-umming, miss…..Oh..oh…oh….”

The girls watched wide-eyed as Maria’s restrained body was convulsed with orgasm, her limbs jerking against the chains.  It slowly subsided, till she was still, groaning with relief and exhaustion.  They helped Nicole undo the strap and the padlocks, and supported her to a chair.  She was smiling.
“Better, darling?”
“Oh, god, yes.  Thank you.  Much, much better…”
“I’m sorry about the whipping…”
“That?  I needed it…needed it badly.  It was you, young lady, wasn’t it?”  She looked up at Barbara.  “No, don’t apologise.  It made what followed all the more pleasurable.  You missed your profession, dear…”
“She hasn’t missed it yet,” grinned Nicole.  “If she wants it…”
“I want to try,” said Barbara, eagerly.
“Me too,” said Kaiya.
“We’ll talk about it later,” said Nicole.  “Maria, why don’t you go and get showered and changed?  Then do you have time for tea?”
“I always have time for tea.”
“I’ll put the kettle on.  We’ll see you in a few minutes.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 114.

Nicole discarded the strap-on and the girls followed her upstairs.  She soon had tea, coffee and pastries laid out on the coffee-table.  The girls were already seated, chatting in whispers.  Nicole sat down opposite them.
“Miss,” began Kaiya, “do you have…I mean, are some of your clients men?”
“Of course.  It’s about fifty-fifty now.  A lot more women are looking for my services these days.”
“Which do you like best?”
Nicole laughed.  “Gender makes no difference.  But I like dealing with some individuals more than others, naturally.  I love Maria.  She’s so honest.”
“So…could we…you know, help you?”
“If you’d like to have a go I’d love to have you along.  I’d charge a bit more, of course.  I’d buy all your clothes, and I’d pay you each twenty-five percent of the fee.  You’d probably have to open proper business accounts.”
“Do you mind if I ask, miss…”began Kaiya.
“How much I charge?  Not at all.  At the moment, it averages out at about a hundred and sixty pounds an hour.  I have concessions, of course.  And sometimes I have clients stay overnight in the cage or chained to the wall.”  She laughed.  “Prices by agreement.”
“Wow!”
“So if you want to go ahead, I’ll speak to my friend Cynthia and we can go down and get you kitted up.  Just basic stuff at first – boots – most important – latex cat suit – hoods, gloves, some nice leather things.  I was thinking if you decided to go ahead you could wear some of it to Eleanor’s do.  Not for her, but Bobby will be thrilled.  I’d like to see how he reacts to a bit of teasing in his new outfit.”
“What is it, exactly?” asked Kaiya.
“Oh, you’ll have to wait and see.  Oh, here’s Maria.  Have a seat, darling.  Tea or coffee?”
“Tea please Nicole.  And I wouldn’t say no to one of those.”
“Help yourself.  You deserve it.  Let me introduce you formally.  Girls, this is Maria, whom you’ve already met.  Maria this is Barbara – and this is Kaiya.”
“Girls – nice to meet you properly.”
“And you, Maria!”
“You must have found me rather pathetic, I imagine.”
“Not pathetic Maria,” said Kaiya.  “Just incredibly sexy…”
“She is that,” smiled Nicole.  “A bit too sexy when she gets carried away.  You liked some of “Phillip’s” suggestions then?”
“Shut up, Niccy.  You’re making me blush.”
“Good.  But seriously Maria…  I know you always do what I tell you…”
“I do.  I’m totally obedient.  I’m really worried about that presentation.  I’m sure I’m going to lose my thread.”
“You’ll cope somehow.  Remember when I made you wear dil-do pants to that date?”
“Oh, please, don’t remind me!  One of my most embarrassing evenings!”
“Suppose I told you to go home and to call up Paula and confess everything…”
Maria became serious.  “No, please don’t do that.  I’d never see them again, and I couldn’t face that…”
“I’m not going to, don’t worry.  But I do wonder.  It’s impossible they don’t realise you can hear every sound.  And if they know, either they’re teasing you or they’re getting a kick out of it.  Probably both.  And my intuition tells me its Paula that’s the instigator.  It’s simply not something a nephew would think of.”
Maria looked thoughtful.  “Really…?”
“Yes, really.  I’m ninety-nine percent sure.  One morning you should look shattered…”
“I often do…”
“…and when she asks you if you slept well, just say you had a disturbed night…  Give her the opening to ask why.  Play it by ear.  See what she says.  She might say something like, “Oh, I’m sorry, were we too noisy?” and you can say, “Oh, no, it’s fine…I really like it when I can hear you making love…”  Something like that.”
“I don’t know if I’d dare…”
“If I order you to…”
“Please, Nicole…”
“Well maybe next time I will…”
“Ooh, please do, miss,” cried Barbara.  Make her say it.  I really want to know what’ll happen…”
“We’ll see.  Anyway, Maria, the girls have decided to tag along.  Next time you see them they’ll look more the part.”
“Great!  I can’t wait!  But give Barbara a smaller whip next time…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 115.

The previous evening Bobby had been collected by Clarissa.  That night he had been allowed to sleep in a proper bed in the spare room, but Clarissa had rashly promised MĂ©lisande she would have him all ready for her to ride out by eight.  The consequence was she had to get up at six, get Bobby out of bed, give him breakfast, and get him to the stable as quickly as possible.  So while Barbara and Kaiya were eating their breakfasts in Nicole’s nice warm kitchen, Clarissa was struggling with his pony suit in a cold stable – she had forgotten to turn on the radiator - with only a layer of hay on the stone floor.

He was sleepy and uncooperative, but she didn’t have time to mollycoddle him.  She stripped him naked, made him lay on his side, worked his folded limbs into their sleeves, then pulled the cold rubber over his body.  That woke him up.
“Oww…  Mrs Burlington, it’s cold!”
“I’m sorry, Bobby,” she said, briskly, tugging at the heavy dorsal zip, “my fault.  I forgot to turn on the heating.  Never mind, you’ll soon get warm.”  (Especially when you feel the smack of Mellie’s whip, she thought.)  “And I’ve already turned on the radiator.  Now, that’s that.  I need to strap up your legs, then get your hood on, bridle, saddle, girths, stirrups…oh, and tail.”
She checked the time.  Tail!  Yes.  Most important.  Do that first.  MĂ©lisande mustn’t discover how it was attached.  Now, what had Nicole said?  Ah, yes.  Lube the plug…so…  Now push it gently through the hole and work it in…”
Bobby squirmed.  “Ooh!  Miss!  That’s freezing, miss!”
“Yes, it must be.  The lube was lying on the stone floor all night.  Keep still while I inflate it, darling.  Thank you.  One…two…three…  There.  Now the tail…  There.  All done.  Now excuse me while I put on your sheath, and tuck you away in your little pouch…  Okay.  Now the tack…”

She had almost finished when MĂ©lisande appeared at the door, fully kitted out in her casual riding gear - a Pitt’s Wood T-shirt, her blue breeches, and her rubber boots.  She tutted and put her hands on her hips like an impatient old woman.
“Mummy, isn’t he ready yet?  I thought Nicole had showed you how to do everything.  Here, I’ll do the bridle.  And the girths need to me much tighter than that.  At least another two notches.”
She strapped him up tighter than ever before, ignoring his impotent frown.  When she was satisfied she hopped into the saddle and slipped her feet into the irons.
“As he’s been out of training for a while I’ll take it easy for the first few days.  Yes, pony, I’m going to be kind to you,” she smiled, patting Bobby’s cheek and pulling one rubber ear.  “So I’ll just take him up to the old farm and back this morning, mummy.  See you in a couple of hours.”
“Okay, darling.  Have fun.”
“I will!”
She gave him two sharp cracks of her heavy whip, and sent him trotting into the garden.  Clarissa looked after them as they disappeared through the end gate and headed off into the fields.
“I’ll get the hang of it after a few days,” she murmured.  “Though it feels like a full-time job.  There’s his meals, his toileting, personal hygiene, and tomorrow I’ll make a start with milking duties.  I should check out the kit Nicole gave me…”
She went back into the house and retrieved a small blue leather case from the cupboard.  She put it on the dining table and opened the lid.  Neatly arranged inside were two white latex aprons, two pairs of red latex gloves, long enough to come about half way up her forearms, a few little plastic pots with snap-on lids, and two pink silicone ring-and-tube chastity devices.  She examined one carefully.  “So ingenious…and so completely effective…  I don’t think I’ll be able to resist trying them out…”  She noticed it didn’t have a lock, but was clearly designed for cases where the wearer was unable to access it at all, and was secured with a simple neat slider.  They came with their own fitted condoms.  There were also regular condoms, the heavy red sheaths Bobby normally wore, lube and wipes.  Also, a leaflet about operating the butt-plug vibe from the app.
“I’ll read this carefully,” she murmured.  “Sometime I’ll give it a test run…”