Author Topic: His Aunt Nicole (Read 53117 times)

Simonssister · « **Reply #168 on:** April 14, 2025, 06:56:59 AM »

Chapter 154.

Sunday morning. Poor Maria hadn’t slept much. She lay in bed listening to Phillip and Paula getting breakfast downstairs, determined to keep out of the way until they went out. Perhaps it had all been an empty threat. If not… She shivered. It sounded like they had finished breakfast. She could hear the faint murmurings of their conversation. She knew they had an appointment that afternoon, and sometimes they went out for Sunday lunch. She hoped that would be the case today. She got out of bed, put on her dressing gown, and sat in a chair. No way was she going downstairs till they were gone, however hungry she got.

About eleven she heard them return to the bedroom. It sounded as if they were changing in preparation to going out. She listened with bated breath. Finally she heard the bedroom door shut. A few seconds later there was a sharp rap at her door. At first she panicked. She almost hid under the bed!
“Maria! I know you’re in there. Answer the door or I’ll come in.”
She crept to the door and turned the handle with a trembling hand. Paula was there, her coat over her arm, a contemptuous sneer on her face. Phillip was standing by the opposite wall, wearing his coat, looking straight ahead as if he were about to descend. But Maria noticed the slightest hint of amusement on his lips.
“Maria… Oh! Love the hair! Cute! Is that for me? Yes? How sweet. Anyway, we’re going out. We expect to be back about eight. We will have dined. You’ll be at our door at nine. Knock and wait for my permission to enter. Do what you’re told and there’ll be no reason for me to circulate your cute little video. Understand?”
“Y-yes…”
“Oh, and it’s madam from now on…sir and madam, in fact. Right?”
“Yes…madam.”
“Good. You’re learning already. You can wear what you like…well, not that awful dressing-gown. Find something sexy – if that’s possible in your frowsy wardrobe. Oh…and put on some makeup - we like our maids presentable. So…see you later, then. Nine, remember – not a minute later.”
Maria nodded slowly. Paula turned on her heel and led Phillip downstairs. He made some remark she couldn’t hear, eliciting a peal of laughter from her. Maria sighed, closed the door, and threw herself on the bed. She lay there for some minutes, her stomach aching with anxiety. Then she pulled herself together and texted Nicole. “They’re out for the day. The bitch has confirmed I’m to be available at nine. Come over any time you want.” There was nothing to do now but wait for them to arrive…

Simonssister · « **Reply #169 on:** April 14, 2025, 07:01:18 AM »

Chapter 155.

Nicole spent the morning giving the girls their first proper training session. First, a talk about ethics – how everyone needed to agree on the content and intensity of a session in advance; when agreements could be varied; the occasional need, with certain types of people, to get the rules in writing; the need to be clear about the dominatrix’s own limits and restrictions; safe words and signs, the latter important when the subject had to be gagged; and so on. After which they descended into the basement – Nicole didn’t like the term “dungeon”; imprisonment was only a minor aspect of her work. Then a tour of the equipment – correct use, allowable variations and improvisations, dangers, safety measures. She explained the proper use of floggers, whips and cane, the progression from the gentlest to the severest so that the subject should not be badly marked or injured, and how to test a subject’s tolerance. Amongst other issues, she addressed the ethical question of filming. She had had cameras installed in strategic positions, and would ask clients whether they wanted to be filmed. A few did, but in such cases copies of the videos would be retained by both parties, but the mistress’s copy kept in encrypted form in a secure location and destroyed at the behest or demise of the client. Zeta had assisted Nicole with sourcing the cameras, and it was three of the miniature type she had readied for the trip to Maria’s house.

It was three before they were ready to leave. Nicole had prepared food-boxes for each of them with enough food and drink to last them through the night if necessary. Maria’s room had its own bathroom, but they needed to be prepared in case it became too dangerous for the to leave whilst Phillip and Paula were still in the house; if they suspected they had been observed the secrecy of whole exercise would be compromised.
The girls were excited – it was as if they were being despatched on a secret and dangerous mission.
“The game’s afoot…” whispered Barbara, with a grin.
“Yes,” countered Kaiya. “Better bring your revolver, Watson…”

Their impression was only reinforced when they arrived at Maria’s. Nicole parked just along the street, and they walked to the house, which had a flight odf steps up to the front door. They caught a glimpse of Maria peeping anxiously from behind the curtains of the front room, and when she answered the door she glanced nervously up and down the street to reassure herself her tenants were not nearby.
“Come in, come in…”
“Don’t worry, Maria,” said Nicole. “Calm down. Nice haircut. Actually it suits you – makes you look slimmer.”
“Does it?”
“Don’t you think so? Let’s see… We should have, what…” She checked her watch. “…the best part of four hours? Here, put this in the fridge,” she added, handing her a bottle of white wine.
“Thanks, Nicole. Sorry, I’m in a bit of a tizz about the whole thing…”
“Of course. But don’t worry about us being caught. We won’t. We’re quite cute when it comes to this sort of thing. We even have a strategy in case we were discovered. But we won’t be. Now, why don’t you make us a cup of tea, then I’ll get the cameras installed – that won’t take a few minutes – then we can discuss how things are going to go down.”

Simonssister · « **Reply #170 on:** April 14, 2025, 07:10:23 AM »

Chapter 156.

The house was Victorian, and Phillip and Paula’s room had floral plaster cornice and a ceiling rose around the central light. Nicole had taken the precaution of asking Maria to send her some photos of the room, and as a result had chosen miniature white cameras with adhesive pads on the bases, so they could be placed, and aimed, anywhere. She needed a stepladder to install them, but with Barbara checking the feed on her phone, and by concealing one in the ceiling rose and the other two in the cornice, it was possible to achieve complete and multi-directional coverage of the window side of the room where the bed was positioned. Making sure they’d left no signs of their intrusion, they withdrew downstairs for supper.

Maria ate little at supper. She tried to make casual conversation but was continually frowning and glancing at the window, and was unable to sit still. In the end Nicole suggested a stiff drink - and she didn’t refuse. After she had calmed down a little, Nicole smiled.
“I know it’s early, but why don’t we get you ready? I know you, Maria. Once you’re all encased in warm latex, your natural instincts will take over. Am I right? All that horrid anxiety will go away, and you’ll be ready to surrender yourself. Look at you! You’ve turned bright red! Just the suggestion’s enough to get you excited, isn’t it?” She leant forward and stroked Maria’s cheek. “Just think of it, darling… All trussed up in a lovely sexy catsuit, and completely at Paula’s mercy! Oh my god, she’ll be able to do anything she likes. I’m getting quite hot myself, just thinking about it…”
“Shut up, Nicole…please. If it were you…. But she’s the ultimate bitch. Just make sure that as soon as you have enough evidence on film to counter hers, you’ll come in and stop the whole thing…whatever it is…”
“Of course, Maria. You can trust me. Now come to the bedroom and let’s get you dressed and made up. Come on. You know you want to…”

Maria was trembling as Nicole helped her into the fine latex suit. It had feet, and Nicole had brought a pair of short pink latex gloves. She zipped up the back zip, the high collar tightening about Maria’s neck, and padlocked it.
“Keep the key in your room,” she murmured. “You don’t want her taking off your only real protection. Now the hood – tilt your head forward – there… pull it down tight… smooth it out… Just as well you had your hair done.” She buckled on the soft leather collar and padlocked that too. “That key fits the back zip and the collar. As for the crotch zip, I’ll attach that key to the collar ring, with the dog tag and the leash. In case she wants it. Here’s the dog tag… See? Neon pink, with ‘Maria’ on one side and a bone on the other. You’ll be her puppy, darling. And finally, a short leather leash, so she can lead you around if she wants to. How’s that? Feeling excited, dear…”
“No! I’m not. Just nervous…”
“Don’t believe you. Not the tiniest bit…moist?”
“No! Don’t say things like that, Nicole!”
“Ooh, you’re very sensitive this evening, sweetie.” She brushed her fingers over Maria’s nipples, prominent under the taut latex. “Why are these so stiff, then…?”
Maria turned away and clapped her hands to her burning cheeks.
“Oh my god, Nicole… What have I got myself into?”
“A bit of a state, I’d say…”
“I mean, with her…”
“We’ll soon find out. It’s only an hour and a half to lift-off. Oh, I like the boots.”
Maria had taken them from the box they had been packed in. Soft red leather with flat, flexible soles.
“I couldn’t get pink. These are nice though.”
“Red shoes… Yeah. They should keep you dancing all night…”
Maria glared at her.
“But we should get hidden. Actually they could come back any moment.” She went to the door and called downstairs.
“Girls? When you’ve finished washing up put everything away and come up. We don’t want them to know anyone else has been here. Hurry, okay? And listen out in case they’re early.”

The girls finished up in no more than twenty minutes, but they heard the key in the lock of the front door as they were climbing the stairs. They scampered up as quickly as they dared and slipped into Maria’s bedroom.
“They’re back!” hissed Kaiya. “Quick – hide!”
Maria smiled to see the panic. The girls squeezed themselves into the wardrobe, whilst Nicole dropped to the floor and slid under the bed.
“She probably won’t even come in,” whispered Maria.
“I hope she doesn’t,” retorted Nicole, “but we shouldn’t take any chances. No more talking, okay?”

They could hear Paula downstairs, laughing and chattering, and an occasional monotonous laugh from Phillip. Maria opened the door a crack and listened.
“…should be a laugh,” Paula was saying. “You can leave everything to me, sweetie. She’s mine now…though if you’re good I might let you have a share. What? Does that excite you? Your own cousin? You’re as bad as her!”
“Me? It was your idea in the first place.”
“Yes. A brilliant idea, don’t you think? Thanks to me we now have our own little sex maid…”
“Shhh…”
“Oh, what does it matter if she hears? She can’t do anything now. We’ve got her just where we want her. I bet she’s wetting herself already. Anyway, let’s have a drink before we go up. I’ll stick to wine. What do you want, darling?”
Maria closed the door quietly. “Bitch,” she muttered under her breath.

It was after eight thirty that there was a gentle tap at the door. Maria took a deep breath, opened it a crack, and was confronted with a triumphant, slightly flushed Paula. Phillip stood smirking behind her.
“Nearly nine, Maria. Hope you’re ready.”
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
Maria sighed. “Yes…madam…”
“Good girl. So…what have you found to wear? Come on, show us.” She pushed the door open – and gasped. “fuc-k, darling! Where did you get that?”
Maria blushed. “I…I…you know, it’s just something…”
“Oh, you look fuc-king gorgeous! Just what we want!” She gasped again. “I love the hood, too - and the leash! fuc-k, darling, I should have guessed. You’re a real sub, aren’t you? Of course you are! I must have known, subconsciously – “sub”-consciously – geddit?” She emitted a peal of raucous laughter. “Come on Phillip, let’s go get ready. Don’t wait till nine, dear. Give us ten minutes. I’ll call you when you’re wanted. Oh, and give me your phone.
“M-my phone?”
“Yes, your phone. Quick, or I’ll get my riding whip.”
Maria handed it over.
“Don’t worry, you can have it back when you come round.”
She took Phillip by the hand and led him off to their room, still laughing. Maria closed the door, and sat on the bed.
“You can all come out now,” she whispered. “I’ve been given the Paula seal of approval.”

Simonssister · « **Reply #171 on:** April 14, 2025, 07:24:07 AM »

Chapter 157.

Paula and Phillip didn’t waste any time. Maria, Nicole and the girls were already watching them on the laptop. Nicole had selected the minicam hidden in the elaborate cornice in the corner of the room nearest their bed. They showered together and returned wrapped in towels. Phillip climbed into bed naked, whilst Paula slipped into a figure-hugging black dress, to go with her almost black hair. She was one of those women that can carry off simple clothes, and with the dress and her recently-acquired pixie hairstyle she was really rather attractive. She sat on the bed fiddling with Maria’s and her own phone. After a few minutes she placed both on the bedside cabinet.
“Done. Right. Let’s get her in.” She raise her voice. “Maria? Maria – come on in, darling.”
Maria jumped as her name was called, even though she was expecting it, and hurried to the door without a word, not even stopping to thank Nicole for her “good luck”. A moment later there was an apologetic knock at Paula’s door.
“Come in. Close the door then. Don’t look so terrified.”
“M-my phone…”
“Your phone? Is that what you’re worried about? Here it is. You won’t be needing it for a few hours, unless you want to call a friend for advice!” Another scream of laughter. “I’ve done with it. I’ve copied your entire list of contacts. You realise what I’m saying. If I want to – and fuc-k, darling, it’s a temptation, I can tell you – if I want to, a couple of clicks and they’ll all have your lovely little video! Isn’t that fun?”
“Paula… No! Please. I’ll do anything…”
“Oh, you will, darling, you will. Anything and everything. But behave yourself, do what you’re told when you’re told to do it, and there won’t be any problem, will there? Oh, and remember it’s “madam” from now on – or “mistress”.” She contemplated the trembling Maria for a few moments, then pointed to the floor. “Come here. Kneel. Good girl. Now let me explain the rules.”
“Yes, madam,” said Maria, dutifully dropping to her knees in front of her new mistress. Paula leant forward slightly, and began to administer a series of gentle slaps to Maria’s cheeks, right, left, right, left. Maria was startled, but knew better than to draw back. They stung, despite her hood.
“So, Maria, from now on [slap] you’re going to be my [slap] little fuc-k-puppy, my [slap] obedient little fuc-k-puppy [slap] – for me to do [slap] just what I want to with [slap].”
Maria’s cheeks were burning hot by now, but the treatment continued. “I’ve been thinking about it, [slap], thinking of a suitable [slap] little bitch-puppy name, [slap], and I’ve decided on [slap] Mitzi. Do you like it? Well, do you?”
“Yes, madam. Thank you.”
“I knew you would. [slap] And I’ll get you a pretty collar, [slap], and a silver tag with your name on it, [slap], and my number in case you get lost, [slap]. And I’ll take you out for walkies, [slap], and but you a nice soft doggy bed [slap] so you can sleep near me at night [slap] in case I need some attention.” She leant back. “Your face is so red, Mitzi. I guess you must be hot. Let me give you something nice and wet to lick, puppy. Here – off you go."
She slid forward a little on the bed, so that her skirt rode up. Maria saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. Also, that her pussy was pouting and glistening. Paula gave a soft laugh.
“It’s your fault, Mitzi. Slapping your face has got be all hot and bothered. Now, you know what to do, and you’d better impress me or I shall have to get my whip out of the wardrobe.”
Maria, terrified by the thought Paula had the power to turn her life upside down and the touch of a button, set to work eagerly. Paula sighed with pleasure and lay back, resting her head on Phillip’s chest. For a while there was no sound but Maria’s regular lapping and slurping, and Paula’s quiet groans. She opened her legs wider to provide easier access.
“God, Mitzi… Where did you learn to eat pussy like this? You really are a puppy, aren’t you. Oh my god, I’ve hit the jackpot. I can’t wait – oh, slow down a little, for fuc-k’s sake, or I’ll… I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends. My new little fuc-k-puppy on a lead. You’re gonna make them so happy. And if you’re as good with the men… I’m sure you’re not averse to a nice bit of coc-k, are you? No. I thought not. Keep still, Phillip! Wait your turn.”
Phillip did indeed get his turn, but a truncated one, since by that time the mistress of ceremonies was feeling in urgent need of his services.
“Mitzi? You spent so many hours spying on us. I bet all the time you were wishing you could get closer to the action. Right?”
“Yes, madam.” Maria had resolved always to answer yes to any question or assertion.
“Well, lucky puppy, now you’re gonna get even closer than you dreamt of.” She unclipped the key from Maria’s collar, removed the padlock from her crotch zip, and slowly unzipped it. For a moment Maria thought she was going to make Phillip enter her, but that wasn’t the plan.
“Get up on the bed, sweetie. On your back. A bit higher. Good. Now…”
She climbed up and straddled Maria’s face, facing her feet. Her juices dripped stickily onto Maria’s face and trickled down her cheeks and the sides of her hood.
“Phillip?”
Phillip slipped from under the covers and knelt behind her, his erect pen-is inches from her waiting pussy. Paula subsided forward until her posterior was the highest part of her body, her breasts pressed against Maria’s waist, and slipped a finger into her new plaything, making her gasp.
“Ooh, nice and wet. Good.”
She reached up under the pillow, and drew out a soft red ribbed dil-do, naturally shaped. After exploring Maria’s upper thighs with the soft round head, she used two fingers to gently open her lips, and pressed it between them. It slipped in easily, making Maria whimper with relief. Paula pumped it in and out experimentally. She could feel Maria’s warm body vibrating under hers as she did so. She smiled.
“Phillip darling? Slowly, please. Mitzi, I hope you have a good view… Ahh! Yess…”
Phillip slid his whole length into her, in the manner she had prescribed. Maria watched wide eyed as her pussy was stretched open, and a flow of juices was forced out, spattering her cheeks and lips. In the next room the three watchers were riveted to the screen. Barbara stiffened, and Kaiya squeezed her arm. Even Nicole tensed. In the space of a minute Phillip had quite lost control, however, and was pounding his partner oblivious to any restraint. Paula, eyes closed tight in ecstasy, worked the dil-do back and forth. Maria climaxed almost at once, her body shuddering against Paula’s, much to the satisfaction of that lady. Soon the lovers’ combined juices, whipped into a cream by Phillip’s frenetic thrusting, were overflowing onto Maria’s face. She opened her mouth and swallowed it greedily, then raised her head as far as she could to lick it off Paula’s pussy and clitoris. It was Paula’s turn to be convulsed with orgasm.
“Phew…” whispered Nicole. “She can’t complain she’s just an observer now.”
Paula’s orgasm triggered Phillip’s. He cried out, gripping two handfuls of Paula’s flesh, threw his head back, and slammed his coc-k in as far as it would go. Eventually he withdrew – and almost fell off the end of the bed. A stream of c-um flowed from Paula’s pussy, deluging Maria’s latex-framed features. Paula obligingly lowered herself onto Maria’s face, and rubbed her slimy pussy back and forth, in a definitive gesture of mistresshood.
“Enjoying your treat, Mitzi? Good puppy! Clean me up nicely, then I’ll let you do the same for Phillip. Then we can decide what to do with you next.”
“Yes [slurp] madam!”
“Well, she really is such a good little bitch, don’t you think, darling?”
“She seems very obedient…and hardworking. Maybe she can double up as our maid in between being a puppy-slut.”
“What a good idea! Would you like that, Mitzi?”
“Yes please, miss…”
“I’m going to get you some nice outfits. When I say “I”, you’re going to pay for them, of course. Something nice I can introduce you to my friends in. Oh, and you could lose a bit of weight, Sign up at the gym over the road. I’ll set you a target, and if you don’t meet it I’ll out you and find another puppy. And we’ll need a garden kennel, for when you’re naughty. And then there’s the toys and all the gear – plugs and gags and hoods… Oh, Mitzi, there’s so many things to organise! Isn’t it exciting? The start of a new life for you.”
“Darling…?” began Phillip.
“Oh, yes dear, I’d forgotten. Phillip would like his own little treat. A nice, leisurely blow-job. I’ll relax here and watch, if that’s okay. Oh, and take a little video, of course. You know I’m going to record all your adventures from now on. I may end up making a feature film…” She giggled callously.

“Time to go, I think,” whispered Nicole. “We’ll get a full account later, and the cameras will capture everything, anyway.”
“Oh…” said Barbara, disappointed.
“So miss… Are you going to use what we’ve got so far to foil Paula?”
“No, I don’t think so…”
“But you said…”
“I know. But I think I’m going to throw her to the wolves. It may be fun.”
“Miss!”
“I know, I’m awful, aren’t I?”
They crept out. Phillip was getting quite noisy now, so there was no chance of them being heard. They slipped out of the house and were soon in the car.
“Well I thought that was really cool,” said Barbara. “It started me thinking about Chantal, and the things we can make her do…”

Simonssister · « **Reply #172 on:** April 14, 2025, 07:31:54 AM »

Chapter 158.

It was early September. Bobby was away camping with his mates, due back Sunday week. He’d earned a break, and he would certainly need it to cope with the next couple of months. The Pitt’s Wood open day, and the dressage competition, were on October the eighteenth, so he would need to go into serious training pretty much as soon as he got back. Immediately that was over he would be taking up his new post as official Pitt’s Wood Boot Boy. His premises would be ready by the beginning of October, and it would only remain to finalise his outfits and may be have a few trial sessions. Aside from that there were the little matters of Mélisande’s birthday on the fourth, and his on the fifteenth to be considered. He’d resigned himself to attending hers, and not merely as a guest, but he’d negotiated a special deal for his own, whereby he got the day itself with his friends exclusively (which they’d planned to spend at some super gaming facility in a nearby town), in exchange for a home party with a much less agreeable guest list! He lay in his tent turning it all over in his mind. He had to come to terms with the fact his life was no longer his own. His future was already decided, and there was no escape - no escape from Mélisande, Mélisande’s friends, the dressage competition, nor the boot boy job. Public humiliation seemed inevitable somewhere down the line, maybe not immediately, but eventually, and he was helpless to prevent it.

It was a Friday. Nicole had an appointment with Maria that morning. It wasn’t the first since that fateful evening. Maria had been instructed to keep her informed of progress, and to send or bring along any further interesting videos – unless, of course, Paula or Phillip had discovered the camera. But they hadn’t, and Nicole had a small library video files stored on a hard drive in a “Maria” folder. She had had occasion to review them regularly, sometimes alone, sometimes with the girls. It was always fun to sit down with a drink and watch them on the big screen. Paula was quite imaginative, and both of them were clearly in their respective elements. But for the last hew weeks, Maria had told her, she had been the main attraction in a series of little parties Paula had thrown. But Maria had refused to reveal any details, and of course Nicole had only received copies of the bedroom videos. Now she rather regretted not having placed cameras in the main rooms – though had she done so, they would probably have been discovered by now. However, she hoped to receive a full and honest account from Maria, and was waiting eagerly for her arrival in the basement. She had put on one of her most impressive leather catsuits, and selected her most persuasive dressage whip, should Maria be reluctant to go into details. But she needn’t have worried.
Maria arrived at ten sharp. She looked flushed, seemed to have lost weight, and her hair was cut even shorter – indeed, almost shaved at the sides of her head. Moreover she was sporting, rather out of character, a little silver nose-ring. Nicole suppressed her surprise, though she couldn’t disguise a faint smile. They had formed an arrangement that Maria was not allowed to speak until Nicole gave her permission. And today no permission was forthcoming until Maria had got changed into her outfit, which Nicole had chosen, after some thought, on the basis of its high humiliation rating: a red latex choker with a bow at the throat, a frilly, transparent white blouse with a round neck and short puff sleeves, worn without a bra; short, tight red latex 1960s-style hot pants, without panties but with a nicely-ribbed built-in dil-do, and big pink plastic buttons on the little bib that came up just under her breasts, as well as at the waist at the back where the cross-belts buttoned on; white thigh-length socks, and pink trainers.
“There, Maria. You look very pretty. Here, look in the mirror. Goodness, you have lost weight! You look quite sylph-like.”
“I know, Paula’s had me on a strict diet for weeks. She wants me to be presentable when I’m entertaining her friends. You wouldn’t believe what she makes me do…”
“Oh. I think I would. Some of it, anyway. The rest you must tell me about…”
“I’m going to, mistress. She’d love this outfit, by the way.”
“I bet she would! I’d be happy to lend it to you if you’d like to give her a surprise. Now, stand on that stool please. Stand up straight, for goodness’ sake! Face the wall. I can see you need a reminder, young lady.”
She gave Maria a sudden smart cut across her rump with the whip, eliciting a squeak of pain.
“Did you speak?”
Vigorous shaking of the head.
“Turn around again and face me. Ooh, you know what? You look about eight in that outfit. So cute! Are you blushing? You are! Oh my god, just let me get a piccy for my album… There. I’ll send you a copy. Maybe I’ll make a poster for your wall. Or for Paula’s wall, I should say!” Her tone became stern. “Frowning now, are we? Oh dear. You take a new mistress, and expect me to show tolerance? Oh, no, darling. I’m jealous. And there’s nothing as dangerous as a jealous dominatrix, is there?”
Poor Maria hung her head and looked as though she was going to cry. Nicole adopted a tone of mock sympathy.
“Oh, darling… Are you upset now? There, there. Tell Auntie Nicole all about it. Yes, Maria, you can speak now. Tell me all the awful things that bitch has been making you do…”
She pulled up a chair and sat down.
“Stay on your stool and let it all out. Don’t miss out any details, however humiliating, or…”
She swished her whip.
“Go on then, little girl…”

Simonssister · « **Reply #173 on:** April 14, 2025, 07:47:38 AM »

Chapter 159.

The stool was low, but quite small, so that Maria had to stand with her feet and legs pressed tightly together. She really did look like a naughty child confessing her misdemeanours.
“Well, miss…see…it’s awful! She’s got so much on me now, I’m so afraid to disobey her…I’m constantly trying to please her in any way I am. Every now and then she hints how much she’d like to send stuff to my friends… I think I’d die if they saw some of the videos…or even the pictures!”
She hesitated.
“Yes? Go on.”
“You know… I thought you were going to help me… You said you were videoing her so that you could save me…”
“Did I? Oh, maybe I did. But Maria darling… To be honest, I get such pleasure from watching those videos… I know, I’m sorry… But you have to admit, Paula’s got quite a fertile imagination. I can’t wait to find out what she’ll do next…”
“But you promised, miss!”
“Now, now, Maria. Please don’t adopt that tone with me! Who do you think you are?”
She stood up and gave Maria a single stroke across her flank, making her jump and wobble on the stool.
“Sorry! Sorry, miss! I didn’t mean anything!”
Nicole sat down again. “I hope not, sweetie. Now tell me what you’ve been up to. You mentioned a party…”
“Yes…last weekend….”
“Tell me everything. I should have installed cameras downstairs, shouldn’t I?”
“No need. Her friend videoed the whole thing. She sent it to me.”
Nicole sprang up. “You have a copy?”
“Yeah. On my phone. It’s in my jeans’ pock…”
But Nicole was already on her way to the changing room. She was back in a moment.
“This one? Six stroke seven September?”
“That’s it.”
Nicole went to her dungeon desk and turned on her PC. “I’m gonna download it so we can watch it on the big screen.” She fiddled with a lead. “Right…this one… There we go. Right. So let’s see… Play…”
She resumed her seat. Maria craned round.
“Oh, get down and bring the stood over. Let’s watch it together.”
The video played. An unfamiliar face – a young blonde woman – appeared on the screen.
“Hi everyone. This is a video of Paula’s party, featuring Paula’s new puppy, Mitzi. She’s adorable…but quite a handful…”
‘Mitzi’ was down on all fours in the middle of the room. The guests sat or stood around, drinking and laughing. Paula and Phillip were there, and nine or ten more. ‘Mitzi’ was attired in her pink catsuit, her collar and leash, with a pair of doggy ears on a plastic Alice band and fake furry paws on her hands and feet secured and the wrists and ankles with pink straps. A second female guest, a woman with black hair in a short bob wearing a little black dress, was kneeling beside her kneading her breasts enthusiastically, every now and then pinching the nipples, making her frown and whimper. Then she picked up the leash and stood up, and began walking Mitzi around the room so all the guests in turn could say hello and pat her.
“Good Mitzi!”
“Does she bite?”
“I hope she’s not on heat!” said one woman.
“I hope she is!” said the man sitting next to her, with a leer.
“David! Really. There’s nothing you could do about it if she were! She’s all nicely sealed in.”
“And I have to tell you that both the rear orifices are already occupied!” laughed Paula, eliciting delighted laughter from her guests.
“But the front one’s still available,” remarked the black dress, slyly.
A chorus of “ooh”s.
“Those breasts,” commented a middle-aged lady with a crooked smile, “those breasts are more suitable for a cow, don’t you think? They look eminently…milkable.”
“Want to try, Denise? Here, feel free. Black dress dragged Mitzi over to the woman, who leant forward and weighed them in her hands, first one, then the other. She grimaced, and raised an eyebrow.
“Mmm…impressive. Large and firm. Let me see what I can do.”
She slipped off the sofa and knelt beside Maria. “This one first, I think,” she mused, wrapping her left hand around Maria’s waist and supporting her right breast in the other hand. She stroked it gentle, tugging at the nipple and rolling it between her fingers, while the camera shifted round to Maria’s face for a better view. Black dress shortened the lead, keeping her charge in place. The woman worked steadily, peeping at Maria from time to time to see if her ministrations were having any effect, and grinned around her now attentive audience when after a few minutes Maria began to squirm and emit low moans. A ripple of approval ran round the room, and there were cries of encouragement.
“Don’t stop Denise. You’ve got her going now…”
“Play with the other one!”
“Ceri – give her a hand, why don’t you?”
And soon Ceri was kneeling the other side, and both Maria’s breasts were being squeezed and stroked, her nipples teased into stiffness. She began to breath heavily, and groan with pleasure. Then one of the men decided to get involved. He was soon down on the floor stroking her bottom, and within a minute his fingers were between her legs, massaging her pussy.
“fuc-k! I can feel the end of her dil-do. When I push it…”
Maria let out a sob of ecstasy, and strained at her leash. Paula took the leash from black dress, bent down and patted Maria’s cheek.
“Mitzi want walkies? Yes, of course she does.”
The weather had been fine and dry. The camera followed Mitzi and the guests into the garden, and while Paula walked her new puppy around the edges of the lawn, encouraging it to sniff at the flowers, the guests relaxed on the grass on in garden chairs. David had a visible erection. He was seated in a wicker armchair. Paul led Mitzi over.
“Look, Mitzi! Your favourite uncle David! Remember last time? You like your uncle David, don’t you? I think he’s got a little treat for you today, eh? Go on, sweetie…good girl…find the treat. That’s it…”
Obedient to her training, Mitzi began to nuzzle the bulge in David’s trousers, eventually taking the zip-pull in her teeth and inching it down, till his erection burst out, straight and quivering.
“Well done! David’s got a nice juicy bone for Mitzi. Off you go, puppy!”
She began to lick eagerly up the length. David’s head fell back and he gave a groan of pleasure. Several of the guests gathered round, filming with their phones. Paula stood by, keeping her puppy on a tight leash.
Nicole stared. “Maria! You didn’t even hesitate!”
“It’s what I do, now. Men and women. At first I simply dared not refuse. Then…I don’t know…”
“You started to enjoy it? Is that it? Tell me. Knowing you, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Yes… It’s true. Just the feeling…being told what to do…knowing there’s no choice…being a little slut…all the attention...all those people, goggling and filming…it makes me so hot, I’ll just do anything now. I can’t help myself. Sometimes I want to escape. But I know there’s no escape. No choice. And part of me needs it so badly…”
“What else does she make you do?”
“Everything and anything. A couple of weeks ago she had five of the husbands or boyfriends around with their partners. She’d dressed me up as a little schoolgirl – full uniform, white socks, tie, the lot! She sat me on her lap.”
Nicole was keeping an eye on the video. Now Maria was suc-kling happily on David’s erection, while he struggled not to c-um.
“They sat around talking about the things they could do. All the while she had one hand up my skirt. She'd put on latex gloves. She had two fingers inside me, stirring me up like she was whipping cream or something. I was gasping and squirming, the guests laughing at my predicament. Then Phillip laid out a big latex sheet in the middle of the floor, and I was made to kneel on it and suc-k the men one after the other. Paula’s trained me to swallow – “don’t you dare waste a drop!” she says. But this day every one of them withdrew and came on me instead. In my hair, on my face, on my uniform! “Enjoy, Mitzi,” she said. I’m Mitzi now, whether I’m her puppy or whether I’m just a person. “And show it, too – come on, let’s see you masturbate. I’m sure you must want to!” One of the women filmed it all. Yes, it’s on my phone. Don’t watch it now. It’s about two and a half hours. I was totally frosted.”
Nicole listened open-mouthed. Even she hadn’t expected anything quite like this.
“At the end they made me go down on all fours and lick the sheet clean. And that woman said she knew a professional filmmaker, and they started making plans to produce some commercial films of me. They were even thinking up titles – “Milky Mitzi”, “Mitzi Pulls It Off”, “c-um on, Mitzi!” – and so on. Now that scares me. Nicole – miss – I think I need some help.”
“Let me think about it, Maria. First, I’ll just download those films, if you don’t mind.”

Nicole took Maria’s phone over to the PC and began downloading. Yes, she’d think about it. But first she wanted to see everything that Paula had been up to. There were hours of video! Super! Tonight she could curl up with a nice bottle of white wine and see what had been going on. Poor Maria! But she was certainly getting what she wanted – and a bit more besides! She'd think about it... Yes. But there was plenty of time...

Simonssister · « **Reply #174 on:** April 14, 2025, 07:51:07 AM »

Chapter 160.

When Bobby had been away camping, all his problems had been – well, if not forgotten, at least subsumed in having fun with his mates. But as soon as he arrived back all his anxieties came flooding back. It was Sunday the fourteenth, less than three weeks to the first problem - Mélisande’s birthday. He spent Sunday and Monday nights at home, but had to go back into training at Clarissa’s Tuesday morning. He sat down with his aunt over coffee on Monday morning.
“Well, Bobby, you must be getting excited. You’ll be staring your job in a few weeks – the salon’s looking great – and before then it’s your birthday and the open day! Lucky boy!”
Bobby frowned. “Auntie…?”
“Yes?”
“Tell the truth…I’m a bit worried.” Nicole raised an eyebrow. “See…well…the dressage thing…”
“What? Don’t you think you’re up for it? Clarissa tells me your ready now. And you’ve got, what, another five weeks is it, to train?”
“Yeah, I know, but…”
“You’re going to be great! I know it. So don’t worry.”
“And there’s Mellie’s birthday… I really don’t want to have to go in my uniform… All her horrible little friends are going to be there…”
“What’s the problem? It’s because you’ll be the only boy, right? Yes, I guess it’s natural for you to feel a bit intimidated.”
“I wouldn’t mind…but those latex shorts…”
“Ah, yes…I see. Perhaps they are a little…inappropriate. Actually, I had an idea about that. Leave it with me for a week. I might have a solution.”
“Really, aunt? Thank you so much!”
“No promises, mind.”

Nicole had been thinking along similar lines. It was time to begin his girl training. Clarissa was to begin mild hormone treatment the next day, and twice-daily application of breast enhancement cream to his chest in the hope of encouraging breast growth, plus nipple cream – the latter Clarissa’s idea for no better reason that it would allow her to play with his nipples. This, in conjunction to his daily milking, had been a source of some torrid dreams whilst he’d been away. Nicole, to her credit, had already addressed the issue of the party, and had organised a couple of outfits from Fantastex, a pink latex party dress with matching bloomers, and a blue one with panties. She favoured the pink one. It was prettier, and if he was going to be more girlish in the future this was the perfect time to begin!