Chapter 7

Part One

Glancing nervously around the busy high street, full of afternoon shoppers, shops, restaurants and other businesses, Jenny Stickland stepped from the comfort of her Master Bob Stickland’s large comfortable Mercedes out into the body street The thirty five year old busty redhead, was as much as anything, nervous because of her clothes on that warm summers day, clothing selected for Jenny by her Master and consisting of a scarlet red transparent scooped blouse, displaying much of Jenny’s large breasts along with the shape of her large nipples, together with a short black leather skirt, finishing well above the knee.

Beneath Jenny’s sex on legs outer clothing, black seam stockings were supported by a pink and black silk suspender belt, matching Jenny’s. quarter cup bra and tiny thong, the elastic of which had long ago sliced between Jenny’s buttocks and lower cunt lips and now rested against the crevice of her curvy ass. Jenny’s knee high five inch heel black leather boots, complimented the outfit of the woman her Master Bob was gradually creating ... The new thirty five years old Jenny Stickland ... a beautiful curvy mature, very desirable but expensive fetish whore.

That Bob was succeeding in creating this new Jenny Stickland, was all too obvious, from the moment Bob opened the car door and ushered the hugely embarrassed yet excited busty beauty from the safety of his car out into the busy high street. However, more than anything, Jenny was embarrassed by the two inch black leather collar her Master Bob had earlier fastened around Jenny’s neck, almost completing her stunning sexy outfit. Almost, because Jenny’s Master had yet to clip the long matching leash to Jenny’s collar, now held in Bob’s fist whilst Jenny stepped from his large car, to look, up and down the local street with humiliating embarrassment, desperate not to see any of her friends out shopping or perhaps a meal.

However, at least her Master was to spare Jenny any further humiliation when being led across the road toward a glass fronted bookmakers offices, over which Jenny was surprised to see in large letters the legend ‘Robert Stickland Bookmakers’, before much to the relief of Jenny, rather than being led, dressed to thrill, into the bookmakers, she was instead guided by her Master toward a glass side side door, bearing the sign. ‘Olympic Studios’

It was then that Bob clipped the long leather leash to Jenny’s collar, before guiding the nervy busty redhead up a flight of stairs. then on through another couple of doors eventually leading into a large but plain looking office. A room containing the usual office equipment, although with only one large desk, behind which sat a mousy looking woman working on a computer, until immediately rising from her desk when seeing Bob guiding Jenny by her leash into the office.

Hello Mr. Stickland it’s always good to see our landlord ... this must be the new girl you’ve been telling us so much about ... and my my, you weren’t wrong, she really is a gorgeous little thing, have no fears, we shall take great care of this wonderful little creature” Enthused the mousy looking woman greeting Bob Stickland, before studying the figure and confused face of Jenny Strickland, who standing beside her Master Bob, was momentarily thrown by the words ‘new girl, whilst realising her lover must surely own the not only the bookmakers offices downstairs, but also the rest of the large building, along with this ordinary looking office.

“This is Joan, I shall leave you in her capable hands for your photoshoot, although be sure you do as your told and won’t let me down Jenny,” The departing Bob Stickland told Jenny after a brief chat with Joan, before going downstairs to check on his bookmakers office and leaving the already very nervous Jenny, fretting over her lover Master’s decision to take her along to what Bob described to Jenny, as her taking part in a ‘‘ glamour photographic session’ at a professional photography studio.

After the departure of her Master, Jenny could do more than look around a large office looking nothing like a photo studio until Joan was telling her. “You really should be feeling very proud becoming the property of Master Bob and as he’s obviously smitten with you Jenny, you really must try to make your Master very proud of you during your photo session ... now then, be a good girl for Joan and remove the blouse and skirt, then I’ll take you into the studios for your photoshoot Jenny”

“Wow! you really are gorgeous with a capital G Jenny, your master is a very lucky man to possess you, that’s for sure “ Joan told the somewhat relieved Jenny a few minutes later, when having to partially at least, removed her clothes under the obviously critical eye of Joan, whose critical gaze quickly turned to one of sheer admiration for Jenny.

For standing to stare in nothing less than sheer lust at the curvy large breasted body of Jenny, the mousy Joan felt nothing less than a huge desire to fuck a women whose long red hair proved the perfect compliment to Jenny’s sexy black and pink set of lingerie, crating a throbbing between the legs of the lustful Joan, whose eyes then travelled down over Jenny’s trim waist to the suspender belt supporting Jenny’s seam stockings above the tiny panel of pink and black silk, passing for a thong. A thong barely concealing Jenny’s shaven mound to the lustful gaze of Joan, who was soon marvelling in wonderment at the milky white skin of Jenny’s thighs leading down to the lacy tops her stockings.

“Oh my god ... I must kiss those simply prefect nipples “ exclaimed Joan. Then whether Jenny agreed or not, Joan’s her arms were pulling Jenny toward her, whilst lips and tongue were soon sucking, kissing, licking and even softly biting Jenny large firm nipples, with a passion that even had Jenny’s hands holding onto the the shoulders of Joan for support, then even more so when a couple of Joan’s fingers slipped between Jenny’s cunt lips. “Wow ... I love how wet you are down there Jenny” exclaimed Joan, before passionately kissing the responsive Jenny full on, tongue to tongue, until eventually regrettably pulling away, Joan told the equally aroused Jenny. “I’m going to have you Jenny, sooner rather than later “ before collecting her leash and leading Jenny into the playroom studio’.

Although from the moment Joan threw the light switch illuminating the large room, Jenny immediately realised it no ordinary studio, rather a large room, the walls of which were of red painted bricks and upon which, hung an array of large glossy photos, depicting various naked women in a number of bondage poses and situations, whilst to the astonishment of Jenny, a multitude of BDSM equipment including any number of differing whips and restraints such as handcuffs, gags and sex toys were arrayed around the ‘Studio’

Although catching the eye of Jenny most of all, was all the BDSM equipment arrayed around the room upon the carpeted floor of the studio, or the ‘Play Room’, as Joan explained to Jenny, gazing in incredulity, first toward a foreboding black metal, seven foot high cage, big enough for no more that a couple of people, with a metal bar roof and door constructed from round bars of heavy black steel. Then Jenny’s amazed eyes turned toward the black leather bench’s with sides dotted with large steel ringbolts, along with a six feet high wooden X bondage frame and three wide steel bars, suspended at head hight, from the wooden joists above Jenny’s head by thick white rope, fed thought pulleys across to large winches set into the wall, with padded leather cuffs set into the ends of the steel bars, or suspension bars, as Joan helpfully explained.

“Just how long you would remain in the cage should you displease your Master, would be for Mr. Stickland to decide, or myself in the absence of your Master, who will also be visiting his other business’s today” explained Joan to the incredulous Jenny Stickland, feeling both very frightened along with experiencing strange sense of sexual anticipation and arousal, an arousal confirmed by Jenny’s nipples growing larger and harder above the quarter cup bra, along with a growing throbbing between her legs.

Oh my goodness” was all Jenny could say in reply to Joan, before she was guided by the mousy woman toward one of those steel ‘spreader bars’, where Jenny allowed Joan to strap wrists to each leather cuff on the end of the the head high solid steel suspension bar, leaving Jenny helpless whilst curiously feeling even more aroused, when from the side of the ‘Playroom” Joan returned with another slightly shorter, steel bar, again with attached leather cuffs, which the kneeling Joan then strapped to each of Jenny’s now wide spread shapely nylon clad ankles above her high heeled black shoes.

Having slipped a red leather ball gag between Jenny’s lips and fastened its Velcro strap, the mousy looking Joan made her way across to room toward one of the winches set into the brick wall.

Momentarily alone under the glare of a harsh spotlight suddenly flooding her almost naked body, Jenny was feeling more helplessly alone and afraid than ever before, feelings which increasing tenfold, when turning the winch handle, Joan smiling broadly whilst watching the wide steel spreader bar, slowly rising toward the ceiling beam and along with it, the wide spread arms of the scantily clad figure of Jenny Stickland, until the heels of her shoes were almost lifted from the carpet, leaving the arms and legs of the stunned and helpless redhead beauty, secured in an X position. A bondage situation impossible to escape from, leaving the gagged, almost naked Jenny casting her eyes around as best as she could, within the harsh spotlight, forlornly wondering where Joan had got to.

In fact Joan had quietly slipped from the Playroom, leaving Jenny enclosed in an eerie disquieting silence, although one which strangely had the effect of creating within Jenny, ever increasing feelings of sexual anticipation and arousal, whilst gazing around the dungeon studio toward the array for bondage equipment surrounding he suspended helpless almost naked body, as the seconds turned to excruciatingly long minutes for the bound and gagged large breasted redhead beauty.

Minutes during which Jenny’s thoughts couldn’t help but to yet again return to the evening when the gates of her submissive desire had opened and flooded out of her, when bound and gagged spreadeagled by Master Bob, he’d called Jenny’s teenage son into their bedroom. There, Jenny’s astonished son Mike had witnessed with and ever growing sexual excitement, his Mothers spreadeagled, bound and nipple clamped body, writhing around the bed as best she could within her bonds, with an all too obvious combination of sexual pleasure and pain written across his Mothers pretty face as she looked up at Mike with pleading eyes.

A mind blowing scenario Jenny now recalled only to well, whilst standing upright, bound and spreadeagled inside the ‘playroom’ awaiting her ‘photoshoot’ and thinking of how she’d screamed into her gag when Mike released her nipple clamps and of her huge orgasm before under the non nege instruction of her Master, kneeling naked before her son and lovingly taking Mike’s cock in her mouth, where she’d once again tasted and even enjoyed Mikes warm semen shooting into her throat.

Later that night, when cuddling up in bed beside her Master, Jenny was told by Master Bob she must feel no guilt over her actions with her her son Mike, that such decisions are no longer here to make, that Jenny either obey the decisions of her Master or be severely punished by her Master and then thrown aside by him. A threat Jenny Strickland thought deplorable and horrific...

Two weeks after that incredible evening, Jenny realised she was willingly slipping ever further under the control.of her Master Bob, whose decisions made for his sister in law Jenny were deemed by him to be final and non negotiable, in an ever changing regime leaving Jenny Stickland never failing to be simultaneously wary of angering, while falling ever more in love with her brother in law Bob Stickland.

A brother in law whose regime of complete control of Jenny, by now included her reporting three times a week for a mandatory inspection of her body by Jenny’s young son Mike, who would first weigh his naked Mother to ensure her weight was acceptable to her Master between certain criteria, alongside Mike using a tape to check that Jenny’s breast, waist and hip measurements remained acceptable to her Master Bob. After which Mike would then take a measurement of his Mothers nipples, first aroused by Mike’s fingers toying with them, before clipping nipple clamps upon each of Jenny’s nipples.

To those nipple clamps, Mike would hang a heavy fishing weight, which hung from his standing Mother’s nipples for fifteen minutes until removed, hopefully increasing the length of Jenny’s nipples, as appeared to be the case from the daily figures Jenny’s son passed on the her Master Bob

A further instruction to Jenny from her Master, was rather than Jenny being fully dressed by the door each morning when Mike departed for his school for the day, Jenny would instead, stand naked with hands upon her head, whilst Mike ran his hands from his Mothers naked breasts, on down to Jenny’s shaven cunt lips and into which Mikes finger always disappeared, leaving the Jenny gasping on the very edge of orgasm, and for Mike, a huge erection to take to school with him.

Whilst yet another instruction from Master Bob toward Jenny, applied during his frequent nights away, informing the stunned Jenny that whilst she must not play with herself to compensate for the absence of her Master and that Jenny’s son Mike would take the opportunity to practice some bondage knots upon his naked Mother, by tying Jenny hand and foot to her bed, thus preventing his Mother from playing with herself as she often did, as was proven by hidden cameras in their bedroom...

If the intention of her Master was to further embarrass and humiliate Jenny Stickland, which certainly was the case, then Bob was succeeding beyond even his own expectations, thanks in the main to Jenny’s son Mike being fully on board with his uncle Bob, enjoying the most exciting time of his young life...

Part Two

After more than ten minutes bound and gagged under a spotlight in the Bondage Studio, Jenny was unable to do anything other than look, wait and worry until, almost blinded by the spotlight the helpless all but naked busty redhead made out through the glare, a figure moving slowly toward her bound and gagged figure, leaving Jenny desperately hoping it was Joan returning to comfort her, unfortunately, Jenny was about to be shaken to the core

For hardly able to believe her eyes, the helpless Jenny Strickland was moments later staring in fearful astonishment at the jeans and tee shirted figure holding a large camera, the figure she’d last seen on her wedding day so many years ago, that of her brother Terry, who even on her wedding day, had once again ‘abused’ his older sister, when surprising Jenny in the hotel room she was using during the reception of her wedding to John Stickland.

A brother from whom Jenny suffered repeated spankings and more, during her teenage years, until Terry suddenly left the family home, apparently after an argument with their parents. A brother Jenny hadn’t seen again until trapping her in that hotel bedroom on her wedding day, when her husband John was downstairs at the wedding reception. There, in that Hotel bedroom, the smiling Terry once again played his sexual mind games with his sister, taunting Jenny that her new husband couldn’t spank her the way he did and even more, couldn’t fuck Jenny the way her brother did, spilling forth the long hidden secrets Jenny had hoped would never see the light of day ... until now, when wearing no more than her sexy wedding lingerie, Jenny was astonished to discover the brother she hadn’t seen in years smiling seductively toward her ... A brother who having disappeared from her life, was never going to invited to Jenny’s wedding, but who not only managed to enter the large hotel, but also discover and somehow manage to enter and hide in Jenny’s changing room.

Surely Terry hadn’t managed to do so with help of some kind, although that hardly mattered now thought Jenny, especially when her best friend who was supposed to be in the Hotel room helping Jenny, was slowly getting drunk in the company of her new brother in law Bob.

“Well, we’ll, here we are again Sis ... and wow! Just look at you Sis, boy have I ever missed you” began Jenny’s brother whilst looking his sister up and down, his smiling eyes taking in the embarrassed Jenny’s brand new expensive set of white lingerie, from her small push up bra displaying Jenny’s breasts to perfection, down toward and take in the small white silky thong and suspender belt in between, supporting Jenny’s white seamed stockings. Somehow having managed to become trapped on the other side of the room from her clothes and the bathroom into which she could escape and and lock the door, Jenny had little alternative but to plead with her brother “Please Terry ... please ... I’m begging you not to spoil my big day”

“Hey! No way would I do that Sis, I just wanted to see my sister and give her my present on her wedding day, that’s all, so now loose that bra and panties Sis, so I can take a good look at what what your new husband will soon be enjoying!” ... An hour later, downstairs at her wedding reception, the new and inwardly devastated Mrs. Jenny Stickland, was enduring the of many first reprimands toward her from husband John, demanding to be told just why Jenny had been well over an hour returning to the reception room, while also criticising his brother and John best man Bob for plying Jenny’s best friend with drinks when she should have been in the bedroom assisting Jenny with her dress.

That her friend hadn’t done so, all but ruined Jenny’s wedding day, leaving the way clear for Jenny’s brother to again spank and toy with his sister, as he’d done for so long. Later, Jenny really had wanted to confess to her new husband, of how her younger brother somehow found his way into her changing room and once again use his forceful personality to subjugate her into stripping from her white lingerie. That Jenny didn’t do so, especially when within earshot of her new brother in law Bob and in fear of her new husband disbelieving her, left more to Jenny’s stinging buttocks and a throbbing between her legs than any real sense of guilt. For almost as soon as she’d been placed over her brothers lap, Jenny was unable to prevent to kind of orgasm she remembered only too well with Terry alternating his spanking of each of her buttocks with delving his fingers Jenny’s sopping wet pussy lips.

Now, In the presence of both her angry new husband and his brother, Jenny’s thoughts were more of how so easily after her spanking, she’d allowed Terry to place her on her knees between her brothers legs and to take in her mouth the large throbbing cock Jenny remembered so well, whilst Terry gently stroked her long dark hair, only for moments later for him to shortly lift his sister upon his lap. There, with Jenny’s arms around his neck, Terry eased his his cock up and deep inside the gasping Jenny’s throbbing love box, whilst her mouth immediately found that of her brother, pushing tongue against tongue, before eventually breaking off momentarily, Terry told his sister “no one will ever fuck you like I do, Jenny ... but its such a shame you married the wrong brother”...