Part 22

“Good morning mother, how did things go with your visitor yesterday, I’m sorry I didn’t get home before she left although Annie Day seemed to be a nice enough lady when I met her at Auntie Vicky’s after my football practice” Dan Dixon enquired of his all but naked mother when taking a seat across the breakfast table from his Mother Catherine.

Sore and aching from the brutal sexual assault she’d suffered the previous afternoon at the hands of the very woman her son Dan was now almost eulogising over, his Mother was at least grateful Dan hadn’t been around at the time of the visit to her home of the tall mature grey haired Annie Day, before then wondering why on earth she should be thinking that, especially when the presence of her son may well have prevented her visitor from taking over both herself and her home while using her host as a sexual plaything for almost three hours.

None of which was made any easier for Catherine while sitting opposite her son wearing her now mandatory outfit when at home of nothing more than little black tie side panties, with her large nipple ringed breasts on full display to the admiring gaze of her son Dan. So Catherine Dixon tried her best to stumble upon an answer that would both satisfy and placate a teenage son who these days had pretty much taken complete control over her.

Catherine’s one saving grace was that despite her often cruel and brutal sexually oriented treatment by Annie Day, when inspecting her naked body after her morning bath she’d realised her tormentor had not only been skilful enough to produce countless orgasms within her, Annie Day hadn’t left any actual bruising upon her body, despite the often brutal pain Catherine had suffered at her hands.

“Oh yes, we had a very enjoyable afternoon Dan, I’d made tea and cake and we had a good long chat about old times, life in general and of course her friendship with your Auntie Vicky” replied Catherine eventually, while being surprised to realise her body was once again tingling and her cunt throbbing to images of the well honed naked body of her tormentor looming over her flashed through her mind.

Although relived at seeing Dan nodding his approval, Catherine was unaware her son was in fact smiling inwardly at her blatant lies as her thoughts returned not only to the possible aftermath, but also to why she’d been relieved Dan hadn’t been around yesterday afternoon.

For Catherine the undeniable fact was she’d been sexually energised almost every single moment during the afternoon and that from the moment of Annie’s first advances toward her, when stroking Catherine stocking clad leg, to the shock and surprise at having her face slapped for taking her eyes from those of Annie Day after being ordered to strip naked before Annie’s greedy hard eyes, a sexual tension and excitement had been surging through every fibre of Catherine’s being.

The first sudden slap of her face, followed by many others that had Catherine for an inexplicable reason apologising to the woman beating her, had both frightened and sexually aroused Catherine and set the tone for her afternoon of pain and pleasure. Certainly having nervously stripped naked submissively in her own bedroom before her tormentor before standing with her hands on her head, the fully dressed Annie Day who was complete stranger until a short time ago, had so brazenly and confidently explored her cunt, ass and mouth with knowing fingers, before moving on to weighing and squeezing Catherine’s large firm nipple ringed breasts, in a display of erotic dominance that had Catherine almost swooning and only too aware of the juices running down her inner thighs.

Even though her bedroom door remained open just a few feet away, whether through fear or pleasure, thoughts of fleeing had not even crossed Catherine’s mind, before a leather collar and dog leash Annie had somehow produced was then secured around her neck and the taller woman was ordering the naked busty blonde beauty to drop to her hands and knees.

Annie Day had then humiliatingly led her now naked ‘Sweetie’ like a pet dog on another tour of her home, including up and down stairs on hands and knees beside Annie Day, who used Catherine’s leash to guide her around her own home and heaping further humiliation upon the mature blonde beauty when harshly using a leather strap upon Catherine’s wriggling ass, her method of requiring her crawling charge to speed up or slow down, before eventually stopping in the kitchen.

There, having filled a cereal bowl full of water, encouraged by a few slaps of the leather strap on her buttocks and with her large breasts and nipple rings brushing the kitchen floor, Catherine was soon lapping at the water with her tongue like a pet dog, a whole new experience for her, but one strangely exciting Catherine, who couldn’t help but compare her current experience to that of so long ago, when it had been Sean Brady humiliatingly leading her around her home on a leash while bound and gagged, although at least on that occasion she’d been allowed to walk around her home while wearing her best red lingerie.

Oddly, Catherine had found her major concern was not in being humiliated in her own home by this tall grey cropped haired dominant woman, but more her being found collared and naked in her hands and knees, lapping water from a bowl like an obedient puppy by her son Dan, who in all innocence had invited Annie to no more than an after of tea cake and chat. Although then it became her feeding from a dog bowl, for when having finished lapping at her water, Catherine was then watching Annie taking a chocolate bar from a pocket and having broken it into pieces, dropping the chocolate into ‘Sweetie’s feeding bowl’ and with an encouraging reminder from the leather strap then ordering Catherine to eat the chocolate using only her mouth to collect the melting chocolate from her bowl.

What was becoming clear to Catherine was with the introduction of a collar and leash, leather strap and now producing a chocolate bar from Annies pocket, her predicament must surely be the result of much pre planning by Annie Day prior to her arrival, but how could Annie have possibly known so much about her and that she was owned by Peter Harris?

Certainly it could not have been the result of her meeting with her sister Victoria, who knew nothing of Catherine’s activities, or even Dan, who although he would have surely pre-warned his mother prior to the arrival of Annie Day, how could he have known about the woman’s tastes, having only met her the once at Vicky’s house.?

Or Could this be the wicked hand of her daughter Caroline behind her mothers current torment, although none of which mattered right now, as Catherine had accepted she was by now totally under the control of the tall grey-haired and very dominant mature woman and could do nothing other than obey her instructions to wherever they led, which Catherine assumed would ultimately be back into her bedroom.

So Catherine had again dutifully lowered her head toward the bowl on her kitchen floor and under the harsh yet approving gaze of Annie Day, began her task of using her teeth and tongue to lap up and eat the gradually melting lumps of chocolate, urged on by her ‘Mistress’ telling her. “That’s a good little Sweetie, but Mistress wants to see her eating it all up like a good little pet before she gets another treat”

Humiliating words from a complete stranger perhaps, yet incredibly Catherine was finding herself not only more and more aroused by Annie Day while obeying her tormentor in the knowledge she’d otherwise be further punished, but she was now actually enjoying a form of degradation she’d never before been subjected to, despite having over the past couple of years having experienced just almost every form of perversion she’d thought possible.

And so while continuing her task of lapping away all the chocolate from her ‘doggy bowl’ All Catherine could hope was that Annie Day’s fingers didn’t delve between her legs and find the wetness she realised was escaping from between her cunt lips while struggling to consume the melting chocolate, although much of which was now beginning to smear her lips and chin.

Finally, having consumed all the contents of her bowl and unsure what to do next, Catherine looked up at her Mistress in both uncertainty and perhaps a little pride she’d completed the task set her by Annie Day, only though to be met with a frown and the words. “Oh dear oh dear, Mistress gave her sweet little puppy such an easy task but look at the mess you’ve made of your mouth Sweetie, there’s chocolate all over it, you really are such a naughty puppy, how can Mistress train her puppy when she couldn’t even perform a simple task ... what have you to say to Mistress?”

Now reflecting upon that incredible moment, Catherine was amazed that almost with hesitation she’d lowed and gaze and replied. “I’m sorry Mistress” “And as Mistress will now have to clean her little Sweetie she deserves to be punished doesn’t she” This display of dominance over a shamefaced Catherine was then reinforced by Annie Day, who having led her crawling charge back to her bedroom, grabbing a fistful of Catherine’s luxurious blonde hair, the tall grey haired lesbian had hauled Catherine by her hair onto her bed to be spanked more expertly and brutally than for a long time, while having Catherine counting and thanking her ‘Mistress’ for each fiery blow upon her shapely ass as Annie Day continuously entered and deeply probed Catherine’s Anus and Cunt with her long slim fingers.

Only when satisfied her ‘Sweetie’ was now contrite and apologetic did Annie relent and send Catherine crawling to her bathroom, there to clean and tidy herself before returning naked to ‘Mistress’ on hands and knees, clean, tidy and made up. There to then kneel before Annie with hands on head and to gaze admiringly at Annies well honed body as the tall dominant lesbian slowly stripped away her own clothing, until wearing no more than black suspenders and stockings to reveal her mature yet well honed lightly tanned, if small breasted body, with a completely shaven pubic mound, taut buttocks and long tapered legs.

“Now Sweetie is going to use her hands and mouth to show just how devoted she is to her Mistress” Annie told Catherine while cupping her now clean chin in her palm, before jumping up onto Catherine’s large bed, with herself now on her hands and knees awaiting Catherine’s attentions. And With her face Having already been on the receiving end of a harsh slapping, Catherine wasted no time climbing onto her bed to take a kneeling position behind the taunt buttocks and well spread legs of Annie Day.

If Catherine had any hygiene fears about the new Mistress they were soon allayed, for Annie Day had arrived in full expectation her visit would lead to this moment and had prepared according, even to the extent preparing herself once again while Catherine had being doing the same in her bathroom. Grilling her by the hips and pressing her lips against Annie’s already very wet cunt lips and with her nose pressing into her Anus, Catherine was met only with the odour of sex and expensive perfume when at first tentatively and then more confidently, she began making oral love to Annie’s cunt and Anus, tasks Catherine had carried out on so many occasions and with so many women and men, including her own son, Tasks which first Sean Brady and then Peter Harris had demanded she practice to the perfection which Catherine now performed upon her New Mistress.

With her fingers lightly scratching Annie’s buttocks and inner thighs, Catherine’s tongue thrust alternately deep inside her cunt and Anus and this perfection wasn’t lost upon a delighted Annie Day, for if this was the foretaste of things to come she couldn’t have made a better decision when casting caution to the wind when stalking and subjugating a woman effectively owned by the very person who could and perhaps would even yet destroy her.

However, Annie Day had always been an almost fearless adventurer and risk taker, As she’d proven with Karen Taylor and many before her, the excitement of the chase and capture far outweighed the risks she’d taken at times, which alone were often exciting enough. In fact although a trained accountant, Annie had spent many years living in Africa with a game warden, who having taught her how to use the bullwhip and a good few other means of punishment, had also one day returned home early to discover Annie in bed with a local girl, leading Annie to discover for herself the bite of a bullwhip and also a brutal group fucking by her partner and his friends. All of which led to the departure of a chastened, yet wiser and more experienced Annie Day determined any future relationship would be very much on her own terms.

Wriggling her taught buttocks against the face of Catherine Dixon and urging her to even greater efforts with her tongue while trying to contain an onrushing orgasm, Annies initial expectation of an afternoon of fun had changed beyond recognition. With Catherine’s wonderful tongue creating mayhem deep inside her Anus after pushing past her sphincter. Annie’s thoughts turned toward Catherine’s son Dan, who she very much doubted had kept his promise to her to be absent for the afternoon and was perhaps even now somehow spying on them. There was only one interesting way she’d discover if that were the case and so that was the moment Annie decided upon eventually leaving his Mother hogtied on her bed before going off to investigate.

Having delightedly achieved many orgasms from the skilful tongue of Catherine Dixon probing her Cunt and Anus, it had then been the turn of Catherine to feel the sheer brutal power of the no holds barred sexual prowess of Annie Day upon herself. Not though before for good measure, Annie had given Catherine another harsh Spanking before having the busty blonde beauty almost tearfully apologising for the misdemeanour of her not initially having asked permission to lick her Mistresses Anus.

At the breakfast table Catherine recalled looking on in awe while Annie strapped around her waist the biggest latex penis she ever seen, before lying on her back upon her bed, Catherine’s mouth was once again working hard, only this time, just as Annie had demanded, giving that huge latex cock ‘the best blow job she’d ever given’ while Annie contentedly squeezed her breasts and tugged upon her nipple rings before having tried her best to deep throat the massive fake cock, Catherine was surprised to find a warm creamy liquid shooting into her mouth and throat to the extent of almost choking her.

However, What surprised Catherine most was after Annie had brutally and painfully taken her Anus with the huge latex invader, just how much pleasure she’d then gained from her brutal if straightforward missionary position fucking by Annie Day thrusting her huge strap sex toy back and forth inside her. In fact Catherine had loudly moaned and at times even screamed in wanton desire at each orgasm, at least between the times Annie had come up for air from the deep tongue on tongue kissing they were engaging in, before Catherine was again feeling that warm creamy substitute semen liquid flooding into her cunt.

With both women eventually sated and laying together in a tangle of arms and legs while Annie gave her ‘pet’ another deep tongue kiss, it was Shortly afterward that Annie was gagging and expertly hog tying and exhausted and unresisting Catherine upon her own bed, before disappearing half naked from Catherine’s bedroom, for what appeared an eternity, leaving Catherine in a state of suspended sexual suspension and anticipation of what may lie on store for her upon her return.

Having her ankles and wrists so expertly hogtied together by Annie Day had been a frightening and then exhilarating experience for Catherine who realised she’d lost none of her enjoyment and pleasure at being expertly bound and gagged by a real expert, which Annie Day had certainly proved to be. Even more so after Annie left her victim hogtied with a small vibrator deep inside her cunt, leaving Catherine in a state of continuous arousal with her emotions running a gauntlet of fear and excited anticipation of what May or may not happen to her upon the return of her tormentor.

Which in the event, after much rolling around bound and gagged on her bed had seen Catherine visibly relieved and even pleased to see a then fully dressed and smartly made up Annie Day confidently striding toward her before sitting beside her gagged and hogtied body as the lay on her side looking pleading toward her tormenter. Recalling how disappointed she’d then been when Annie made not attempt to release her, at least the consolation had been in her ‘Mistress’ this time gently stroking every inch of Catherine’s curled up hogtied naked body. Especially when paying special attention to massaging to her breasts and nipples, Annie had reiterated to Catherine she now belong to her, that she’d be taking care of her ‘little pet’ but that Sweetie must never say a word to anyone about this afternoon, otherwise not only would Mistress give her pet the thrashing she’d deserved, but her Sister Victoria would have to be told about her favourite nephew fucking his Mother and of her work for Peter Harris.

Nibbling at her toast at the breakfast table, Catherine was aware that as much as she’d secretly revelled in the treatment she’d received at the hands of Annie Day, the inescapable reality was Annie was now claiming her as her own, but no matter how much she desired that to happen or otherwise, Annie Day was not only a friend of her sister Vicky, but also it appeared she was also on friendly terms with Dan, who’d obviously thought this friend of his Aunt Vicky had been doing no more than visiting his Aunts sister.

This was a frightening scenario Catherine had already visualised last night in her bed, when recovering from the couple of hours of admittedly highly erotic and fulfilling sexual brutality with Annie Day. For how could she possibly become a willing obedient Sex Slave toward the tall grey haired woman without both Vicky and Dan eventually becoming aware of her situation and Catherine was only to aware a raging indignation and far more besides would soon be erupting from her sister should that be the case.

Catherine had often thought long and hard about the wisdom of allowing her son to spend so much time at the home of her Sister, given his dominance and now sexual knowledge of his Mother, but with Vicky’s home being only minutes from both the football ground he spent so much time at and his college, Catherine had accepted it only natural for Dan to call in and to do those odd jobs Vicky now relied upon her nephew to carry out for her in the absence of another man around the house and as Dan had told her his Aunt Vicky was very generous toward him, Catherine assumed her sister was also giving Dan a bit of cash for his trouble

Catherine assumed that when visiting his Aunt Vicky, Dan was putting aside his psychological and sexual dominance over his Mother and taking on the persona of a helpful teenage nephew, but with her daughter Caroline having also been drawn into this web of depravity, the addition of Annie Day would surely be a recipe for disaster, should Annie ever decide to make good her threats to ruin her and her family if Catherine should ever be so foolish as to disobey her ‘Mistress’.

looking down at her now curiously engorged nipples, Catherine could only come to the very same conclusion she’d reached after tossing and turning in her bed last night. That the simple undeniable truth was she was trapped in a spiders web of depravity spun so skilfully by Annie Day, who’d made it so very clear Catherine now belonged to her, that while she would continue ‘entertaining’ her clients for Peter Harris, it would be in the knowledge her body belonged to her Mistress Anne.

Catherine realised if any possible issues were to arise with Vicky, she’d just have to face them when the time came and surely she could count on Dan’s discretion with his favourite and only Auntie. A thought which once again caused Catherine to recall how, when looming over her with her huge strap on buried in her cunt, Annie had demanded she tell her Mistress when and how ‘Her Son’ had first fucked her.

Had she not been in such an extreme state of sexual arousal, perhaps Catherine would have been more reticent with her answer, but after Annie came up for air having enjoying a full mouth tongue to tongue session with her, Catherine then managed to gasp. “Oh Lord, he did once ... at a party Mistress, although I was gagged and blindfolded and although at first I didn’t realise it was him and Dan quickly took it out ... I knew it was Dan, it must have been”

“And then? “ Annie had demanded after another tongue in mouth session with Catherine. “A few weeks ago ... Mistress ... Dan’s girlfriend Sharon was here ... they tied me to the table in the lounge ... and put an o ring gag in my mouth before Sharon was squatting over me making me lick her pussy ... then I felt Dan between my legs ... pushing his erect penis inside me ... I’d been blindfolded but eventually it was removed and there was Dan holding my my hips with his his cock ... inside me ... fucking me”

“Did you enjoy it sweetie ... did he make you cum?” “Oh god ... yes Mistress ... many times” “So Did Dan cum inside you my pet” That was perhaps the hardest question for Catherine, although after some coaxing from Annie, Catherine had admitted Dan did cum inside her, while harder still was confessing to ‘Mistress’ she’d been desperate for Dan to do so.

With Annie continuing to fuck her, such revelations served only to magnify Catherine’s sexual fervour and with the huge pink strap on sliding back and forth in her cunt, she was without hesitation soon reaching up and fondling Annie’s own breasts and nipples, while kissing the hands of her “Mistress” whenever she could do so, before also admitting to Annie that Dan had not yet fucked her again and remarkably agreeing with Annie’s assertion she’d been hoping her son would do so.

Looking back, Catherine realised not even Helen Coombe, who’d so desperately wanted her, had come anywhere near as close to entrapping Catherine into such a web of degradation and despite all her fears and doubts, she was finding herself unable to prevent her cunt from throbbing and to refrain from recalling almost every depraved, yet so exhilarating moment she’d spent with Annie Day, whose lips, tongue, fingers and yes her wonderful huge strap on cock spraying cream into her every orifice, had owned her like never before, even forcing her to open up about Dan as never before, even though Catherine had previously told herself she’d never admit to her fucking her son.

So Was she in Love with Annie Day? Catherine asked herself while stealing a glance at Dan across the table, or had she simply been sexually and emotionally revitalised by the tall dominant grey haired older woman?...

Gazing across the table toward his Mother’s large firm breasts and her hardening nipples, the thoughts of Catherine’s son were no less erotic, for Dan was no less than enthralled with Annie Day and was himself that following morning still reeling from the events of the previous afternoon and evening, when having all but sneaked into the house, he’d then headed straight to his locked room, to find on the large screen his secret motion activated cameras doing their job and recording every moment of his Mother’s subjugation at the hands of the very same tall grey haired mature woman he’d recently seen so skilfully subduing and fucking his Aunt Vicky.

Although what Dan hadn’t been prepared for had been the all but naked, mature and yet gloriously sexy figure of Annie Day confidently striding into his bedroom, almost nonchalantly gazing and admiring the array of large glossy photos of his bound and mostly naked mother decorating the walls of his bedroom.

Although far from attempting to admonish him over what many would surely see at best as being an unhealthy sexual fixation with his Mother, Dan had been relieved and delighted to be complimented by Annie Day upon his astuteness and affection for Catherine, before a hitherto unexperienced electric charge of arousal began coursing through him when Annie Day first touched and then stroked Dan’s already bulging erect cock. From that moment Dan found himself enthralled by this tall slim grey haired woman, who through her short grey hair looked a fair bit older than his Mother, but neither his Mother nor anyone else had used her cunt muscles to grip his cock while sliding up and down inside her in the way Annie had, when using her considerable sexual skills to give him the best fuck he’d so far had in his life, one enhanced by those images of Annie Day fucking his Mother flashing through his mind he’d so recently witnessed on his TV screen...

Rising from the breakfast table with another huge erection and taking the couple of steps to stand being his all but naked Mother, Dan then wrapped his arms around Catherine’s large breasts before confidently and without a shred of hesitation he began weighing and squeezing Catherine’s magnificent globes and nipples while whispering in her ear.

“Mmmm you smell so good Mum, maybe you should get on your knees and thank me properly for introducing your new friend” “Oh my Lord, if only he knew”! Mused Catherine before without hesitation sliding from her chair to kneel before the huge erection Dan had withdrawn from his jeans. Although before taking him in her mouth, Catherine ventured a question to Dan that had been bothering her since admitting to Annie Day she’d been fucked by Dan while licking the cunt of Sharon squatting over her.

“What about Sharon, she told me I now belonged to her but I haven’t seen or heard from her ... I thought she was your girlfriend” Reaching down to stroke his naked mothers hair, a smiling Dan replied. “Not girlfriend mum, I only see her now and then and the last I heard was Charles had given her a working over for being out of order for something or other ... why? Do you want to belong to her” “Oh god no Dan” replied Catherine in all honesty before taking her sons huge erection into her mouth while recalling Annie’s departing words. “Now we know what goes on in his room never ever deny your son Sweetie, if I hear you’ve done so I’ll have to really hurt you Sweetie and I’m sure you won’t want that to happen”

This had been a warning Catherine assumed was ac means of Annie thanking Dan without letting slip exactly what she been doing with and to his Mother when he was absent, never the less Catherine was as good as her promise to her new Mistress when giving Dan what she hoped was the best head job she’d ever given him, one spurred on by those continuous images of Annie Day fucking her while deep throating each other tongue to tongue. Even so, with his huge cock deep in her mouth Catherine couldn’t help but wonder if, and when Dan intended fucking her again, a thought which sent shivers down her spine...

Annie Day...

Taking what she’d decided was a well earned break after busy week, including her sexually gratifying exertions with Catherine Dixon and her strangely exciting young son, Annie Day replaced her smart phone on the bedside table and thoughtfully reflected upon the phone call she’d just received.

Having for weeks either rejected or simply left repeated calls from Karen Taylor unanswered, having just taking a call from an unknown number, Annie was surprised to hear the caller claiming to be Karen’s daughter Claire, who having introduced herself, then went on to inform Annie that her Mother was concerned about Annies welfare and as to why Annie hadn’t answered her Mothers repeated calls.

Recalling having seen the daughter of her lover around Karen’s house on a few occasions, Annie thought Claire Taylor to be a younger version of her busty mature Mother and remembered thinking that given the opportunity she’d welcome the chance of beating and fucking Karen’s daughter into submission. So while her first instinct had been to simply inform Claire Taylor that she and her Mother had recently had one argument too many and had parted company, Annie’s sense of devious mischief and curiosity had cut in and hoping Claire would take the bait had instead replied.

“Yes, I see, well it’s a very difficult and complex situation Claire, you sound a nice girl, but as much as I really do sympathise with you I’m afraid I’m simply not prepared to discuss this over the phone, with perhaps your mother listening in?” “Oh no ... she did ask me to call you, but I promise you not she’s not listening to this ... but Well ... perhaps we could meet somewhere and talk about it, you see mums got herself into somebody big trouble and is hoping that you are okay and haven’t been affected”

“Really!!” replied Annie as innocently as possible before adding,.”what kind of trouble, an accident?” “Oh No” replied Claire. “Nothing like that, but it’s a sensitive matter I really can’t discuss over the phone ... you see some photos and other stuff have been found at home and well ... they are rather compromising”

Having supposedly taken time to think about these revelations, Annie eventually replied. “Err, well ... I’m ... if you are correct, unless your Mother has been really naughty I’m sure it’s nothing illegal, but look I’m pretty busy with a project right now, but perhaps you could pop round to my place, late afternoon early evening is best for me ... I’ll give you my address, but please call me beforehand as I’m often out working on my new project”