Catherine Dixon's Punishment
Copyright© 2020 by Jonnyboy
Part 50
BDSM Sex Story: Part 50 - An ongoing story of a beautiful blonde 42 year old former Schoolteacher who Oblivious as to their real intentions, is persuaded by her teenage son to invite his two friends into her home on the pretext of discussing a career in the teaching profession, resulting in a life changing experience. This story involves Contains bdsm/lingerie/blackmail/incest/mmf/ff/
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction True Story School Workplace Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Aunt BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking White Male White Female White Couple Anal Sex Bestiality Double Penetration Fisting Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Teacher/Student Prostitution
Aftermath: A New Regime.
(Apologies to regular readers for the delay )
Chapter One.
Charles Smith
Reflecting upon the six months he’d spent overseeing the Manor House fetish Organisation Charles Smith wrestled control of from his namesake Richard and whose desk he now sat in the comfort of the huge black leather swivel chair, the smiling burly Charles had more than enough reasons to be satisfied with his lot in life since being released from prison and the real possibility of spending many years in jail on the drugs offenses he’d been charged with.
Six months, during which time sweeping all opposition aside, the formidable brutal Charles Smith had taken and reshaped what he saw as a haphazard fetish business into a more streamlined operation. Having employed Harry the stepfather of Catherine Dixon to maintain discipline among his group of bondage whores, Charles had moulded and operation now making more than enough money to keep Richard Smith and his associates happy, whilst Charles himself was creaming plenty off the top for himself.
Although very welcome, that money was more the icing on the cake for Charles Smith, given pleasure he took from running things exactly as he wanted them, along with pleasures of adding new recruits to his existing stock of BDSM slaves, complimenting the existing group of women under the control of Charles Smith.
A group including the tall busty mature woman whose body Charles was now fondling, whilst she was naked on her knees upon the top of huge desk beside Charles.
There with her ass cheeks resting upon her ankles with her hands clasped each other behind her head, raising her already large breasts and gold ringed nipples, the fingers of Charles fondled, the nipples of the tall shapely blonde Sylvia Harris.
Incredibly, this is the wealthy wife of Paul Harris, who a few months ago, when tired of the largess of his spendthrift often domineering wife, contacted his old friend Charles Smith requesting his advice on how best to tame and prevent his admittedly wealthy wife from going on her hugely expensive spending sprees, such as Sylvia buying very expensive pure gold nipple rings and neck chains for Sylvia’s lastest housemaid and sex toy Annie Day.
Sure this was Sylvia’s own money, but Paul Haris also saw that money as being partially his own, in the event of them ever splitting.
“Leave it to me” the unwitting Paul was told by Charles Smith, a man who having previously met Sylvia Harris before his spell in prison, very much liked what he was seeing and marked Sylvia down as a possible keeper for the future, despite Paul Harris being an old friend.
Eventually carrying out the request of his friend in his own special way, Charles Snith, ensured that much to his intital astonishment and eventual excitement, Paul Harris found himself part of a team kidnapping his wife Sylvia and her live in sex slave and maid Annie Day, abducting them from a shopping Mall in broad daylight, before later finding themselves chained and naked in an iron bar cage for three weeks.
There in the old disused cottage near the Manor House, leaving their cage only for for punishment and shower breaks, with a never ceasing diet of whippings and spankings, the two mature naked women spent the following weeks punished and trained by the fearful burly Romanian lesbian Olga, undergoing beatings, sexual degradation and much more from Olga.
By doing so Olga ensured all desires and thoughts of Lebsian dominance were beaten and removed from Sylvia Harris, leaving only a submissive obedient middle aged beauty, terrified of Olga and more such beatings and degradations, whilst on her part Annie Day suffered the sáme same beatings and sexual abuse from Olga and emerged from her own weeks of hell even more submissive than Sylvia had trained her to be.
Those weeks spent in the large barred black metal cage by Annie Day and Sylvia, proved to be far more than just the torture Olga assured them was their training and discipline course, during which time their only restbite, if that’s it could be called, for was each of the naked women to be taken individually by Olga to the bathroom.
There, holding the leather leash clipped to leather collars, Annie and Sylvia were allowed to use the toilet and shower before led by Olga back into the dreaded cage and once again secured naked into their wrists and ankle cuffs.
Unlike Annie Day, who was already well aware of the capabilities of the brutal Olga, this for Sylvia Harris, was three weeks of fear and uncertainly, not having a clue as to the reason she’d been so cruelly abducted and brought to this terrible place along with Annie/ ‘Crystal’, who had for some months been Sylvia’s mature grey haired busty live in Housemaid Cook lesbian and sex slave.
Although to the disapointment of Sylvia and perhaps to save her own skin, Annie was constantly be trying her very best to be both instanly obedient and slavish toward Olga from the moment the burly Romanian women stepped into the cage...
A week on from playing his part in what he thought would be no more than a prank to frighten his wife, Paul Harris now realised just how foolish he’d been when talking to Charles Smith and asking his advice on how best to tame his wife.
For not even Sylvia’s husband was able to interfere when shown by Charles a video of his naked wife and Annie Day in the large cage, undergoing punishment training from the burly Olga.
“Jeez ... I don’t believe this” was all Paul could say before shocked to the core but unable to a single thing about it, when told by Charles Smith there was no going back now for him and that Paul needed to accept his wife now belonged to Charles Smith every bit as much as to her husband Paul!...
Six months later, the new contrite and totally obedient Sylvia Harris accepted she was now a bdsm whore, one very popular with mature clients into harsh spanking and fucking.
For Sylvia Harris now formed part of the stable of BDSM whores operated by Charles Smith, servicing punters four days a week, was even sharing a bed with Charles at night, before being returned to her husband Paul and son John for the other three days.
Having previously taken Annie Day as their own when paying the old boss Richard Smith a large sum for her, such was the illicit lifestyle Sylvia and Paul led that given the hold the brutal Charles Smith held over him when having kidnapped Annie Day in B-road daylight, Paul Harris was left with little option but to accept the deal demanded by Charles Smith or lose his his wife altogether...
All Paul then had to do was somehow explain to Sylvia’s son John the reason for absence of his Mother during home visits from his boarding school.
Although this was a task Paul had found to be surprisingly easy, after first giving John a potted version of the reason behind his Mother’s absence...
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With Charles Smith spending far more time visiting his small ‘empire’ than sitting behind a desk, rather than having the departed Caroline Dixon and Vicky Preston taking turns at being his office plaything and naked desk ornament, now that he owned her, Charles was now more than happy to have Sylvia Harris performing that duty when in the office.
As was the case today, when six months on from her abduction and training, Sylvia was told by Charles to change her position and to kneel with her nose pressed into the desk top, with thighs wide spread t and her Ass raised high.
The naked busty Sylvia knew far better than to waste any time in obeying this demand of Charles Smith, a màn she knew all to well would punish her should she show the slightest reluctance to follow her ‘Master’s’ instructions, or even worse, hand her over to the brutal Olga for yet more sessions of cruel punishment sex.
Having quickly scrambled up into this now familiar position, it wasn’t long before Sylvia felt the huge familiar fingers of Charles Smith exploring between her cunt lips, finding and massaging her clit and then moving on between Sylvia’s cheeks to test her Anal ring, before moving back between her cunt lips.
Despite her obvious humiliation, this was a procedure that despite everything that had happened to her, never failed to arouse Sylvia Harris, whose juices instantly began running freely, giving Charles the finger lubtrication required to return to his finger to Sylvia’s Anal ring, where Charles thrust his huge finger ever deeper within Sylvia’s rectum.
This process was remarkably similar to that Syria had so often used upon her slave Crystal, aka Annie Day and one Sylvia was by now finding every bit as arousing when being the recipient herself, every bit as much as she did when toying with the rectum of Annie Day.
And Charles Smith was in no hurry, when perhaps in the knowledge Sylvia Harris was his own capture and out of all the women under his control, a woman had wanted wanted since first setting eyes on her, even fantasising over Sylvia when locked in his prison cell and who couldn’t believe his good fortune when Sylvia’s husband Paul had asked Charles his ‘advice’ on his wife.
So of all his whores, the wealthy Sylvia Harris was very much the firm favourite of Charles Smith, who looking foward to toying with and fucking Sylvia’s Ass at his leisure, couldn’t help but reminisce over the six months he’d been in charge of the operation, whilst on her part, Sylvia couldn’t help but once again enjoy and become hugely aroused by the huge finger exploring the very depths of her Anus, the finger of a man Sylvia no longer needed to steel herself before obeying...
In fact Charles Smith had every reason to be pleased and satisfied, especially when the money men behind the Manor House operation were by now seeing a far better return on their investment through the cash flowing into their coffers.
Cash that was in the main the result of Charles stepping up a gear in many areas.
Not least the sell out HuCow DogSlave cabarets and the Three Blondes Lesbian Family Sex Show, now taking place weekly in the Manor House Barn, even though Vicky Preston was now wearing a blonde wig, after Vicky had returned to her natural raven coloured hair on the instructions of Charles,
Another new feature of such sexual fetish shows, featured Dan Dixon completing the family line up, leading his naked gagged and chained Mother, Sister and Aunt by a long leather leash around the appreciative touchy audience, whilst occasionaly whipping each in turn before their Lesbian Sex perfomances.
After the Family Sex show, it was the turn of the HuCow Dog Slave show, another firm favourite where much to her helpless dismay, little Sharon, the girlfriend of Dan Dixon, soon discovered that she far from being a temporary replacement HuCow.
For thanks to the regular injections, with the breasts of Sharon now lactating, Charles decided she was now the show’s HuCow whilst the recently re trained Annie Day became the DogSlave of Duke.
If that wasn’t bad enough for the diminutive yet large breasted Poppy/Sharon, such was her popularity among a number of mature women in the audience that for a large fee, Charles was very soon hiring the bisexual teenage Sharon out by the afternoon to many of these bored Women, where delivered by Dan Dixon, Sharon would become a young plaything to toy with, spank as a naughty girl and to fuck for the afternoon.
With the addition of Sharon, Charles Smith added both Sharon and Sylvia Harris to an ever growing number of whores with zero choice in the matter.
Obey or suffer continued beatings at the hands of Olga and Charles Smith.
It was then, with such a fate in mind, that Catherine Dixon knew far better than complain when instructed by Charles Smith to have Sharon living and working with her full time, although rather than moving into the bedroom of Catherine’s son Dan, Sharon had taken over her daughter Caroline’s old room, thus giving Sharon the choice of either Catherine or Dan to sleep with and fuck, or even both...
Having been replaced by Vicky Preston and now Sylvia Harris as his desk ornament of Charles Smith then downgraded Caroline Dixon to servicing punters in the Manor House.
Although where Caroline Dixon had at least continued living in the small cottage in the grounds when Charles was in prison and with the task of looking after the excitable insatiable Duke, this was a dog who just didn’t take no for an answer, leaving Charles ever more certain of just how Caroline and Duke were behaving together when he was away in prison...
So with Charles no longer having any great sexual interest in Caroline, she and Duke were sent by Charles to live and to work with Carolines horrified aunt Vicky Preston and young Mandy Hill, whose brother Trevor was still recovering at home from the injuries Charles had inflicted upon him.
For with Vicky’s home already containing a purpose built BDSM dungeon previously built by Peter Harris, Charles saw this move as part of his plan to get the maxuimim out of the women under his control, which with Vicky, Caroline and Mandy all living and working under one roof was the ideal situation with even a huge dog keeping them away.
However, even though Vicky Preston was perhaps grateful to Charles Smith for allowing her to at last return to her beloved home, the addition of her Vicky’s niece Caroline Dixon and the large dog Duke to the household was a bitter pill to swallow for both Victoria Preston and young Mandy Hill, especially when her Mandy’s kid brother Trevor was yet to recover from the brutal beating inflicted upon him by Charles Smith, a beating Mandy heard was at the behest of Caroline Dixon.
Unfortunately for Vicky, she soon found her dreams of having her lovely bedroom to herself once, when in a deliberate enforcement of her domination them both Vicky and Mandy soon found themselves not only at the beck and call of Caroline, but that any form of dissent from either Vicky or Mandy toward Caroline was met with the use by Caroline of the snarling menacing Duke then ushering both semi naked women outside and into the kennel meant for Duke himself, in where Caroline ensured they remained, naked and at the mercy of Dukes slobbering tongue.,
Neither was Duke, on the instruction of Caroline, above taking a nip at the two semi naked bodies demanded around the house by Caroline Dixon, who was once again delighting in being able to resume her once regular spanking of her Aunt Vicky, whilst to the chargrin of Mandy Hall, also sharing Vicky’s bed bed and fucking her most nights...
With three whores now living in the home of Vicky Preston, along with Duke as a guard dog to take care of the them and the large house and grounds when not performing his HuDog shows, Charles then turned his attention toward the home of Annie Day, the grey haired mature beauty about to be released from her training under the brutal Olga.
Having already allowed Harry to use the house as his base without a thought about consulting Annie Day, thinking over its possibilities, Charles decided that along with housing Harry, Annie Day and the two teenage whores Carol Hayward and Jaki Hughes, the remaining spare room would be converted into a genuine BDSM dungeon, whilst among her duties as a mature whore, Annie Day would resume her previous part time duties in the Manor House office
If making these many changes to the operation wasnt enough for him, Charles then turned his attention toward the chubby Sarah Bennett, the head teacher of a nearby girls only private boarding school, who the the delight of Charles had been trying to contact him as the new boss of the Manor House, with the information she was currently grooming another couple of vulnerable teenage girls at the boarding school.
With the help of Charles Smith, these girls should soon find themselves as assets of the Manor House, in the very same way as Carol Hayward and Jaki Hughes before them ... only this time it would be the very formidable Olga given the task of training the girls...
Only later did all the women working for the Manor House organisation become aware they were now under the day to day control of Harry, the father in law and brutal former lover of his stepdaughter Catherine Dixon, the man who sacrificed his own wife into the clutches of Charles Smith, just so Harry could be given the opportunity of not only working for Charles Smith, but hopefully regaining control over and ownership of both Catherine Dixon, whom to his regret, Harry had given a beating severe enough for Catherine to flee the clutches of her stepfather.
However, for Charles Smith, his deal with him meant Harry’s busty attractive mature wife Kate was now very much part of the stable of whores operated by Charles Smith, thanks to an ‘interview’ Kate had with Charles, who also organised a large locked bedroom be set aside for him to use at Kates house, along with herself and Dan Dixon whenever he required.
At least Kate was allowed to remain living in her own home, whilst rather than Husband Harry, under the control of her young grandson Dan, who among other things continued providing Kates young bdsm punters and collected her earnings before much to the annoyance of Harry, passing the lions share directly to Charles Smith.
And it was with Kate in mind that having slipped his huge cock between Sylvia’s wet cunt lips to lubricate himself in preparation for taking her Anus, a very satisfied Charles reflected upon just how well his plans were working out.
Although not caring one little bit about her husband, Charles again wondered if was he being selfish with Sylvia by having her living with him in the manor house cottage four days a week?, when after her training by Olga, he’d given the terrified mature beauty instructions to pack her sexiest clothes and to move in with him, along with moving Dan Dixon into the spare bedroom to act as their naked ‘Maid’, where just as he’d feared would be the case, Dan Dixon soon found himself the lapdog and naked plaything of Charles Smith, given tasks such delivering a tray of coffee to Charles and Sylvia in bed each morning, naked with a semi erection tending to grow full size when the smiling Sylvia gazed down at Dan’s manhood...
Although Charles soon decided he simply didn’t care that he’d stolen the wife of an old friend and taken Syvia Harris as his own, not when after her ‘training’ by the formidable Olga Sylvia was now earning big money for him and if Paul Harris was regretting he’d ever mentioned the subject of taming Sylvia to him then that was his own stupid fault, decided Charles Smith.
Not that there was much Paul Harris could do to get his wife back, for having witnessed the brutal side of Charles Smith at first hand, Paul was far too terrified of the big man to confront him, when having been told in no uncertain terms by Charles that Paul should consider himself fortunate he was allowing Sylvia to spend three days a week with him, without mentioning at her home, for Charles considered the cottage to be the new home of the helpless Sylvia Harris, by now fully trained by the fearsome Olga’
“Sylvia is doing just fine, Paul, but hey you really must pop along to the Manor House cottage and see for yourself, she’d love to see you ... and bring that boy of hers along with you” concluded Charles, when Paul once again raised the subject of the return of his wife.
This was little less than an order from Charles when giving Paul the day and time he expected Paul and Sylvia’s teenage son John to visit the Manor House cottage...
“Jeez” exclaimed John, the teenage son of Sylvia Harris two weeks later, when standing beside his stepfather Paul whilst confronted by the most amazingly erotic sight he’d seen in his short life.
That of his lovely mother Sylvia, gagged and naked aside from the leather cuffs strapped around her ankles and clipped to the chains spreading wide Sylvia’s legs and arms, whilst the otherwise naked body of John’s mother lay from her head to lower back on a swaying canvas hammock, suspended at waist height, by four chains wide enough for anyone to stand between Sylvia’s spreadeagled suspended legs.
“Doesn’t she look fucking great” exclaimed Charles Smith proudly to Sylvia’s stunned husband and son, when introducing them into the ‘punishment room’ he’d first set aside in the Manor House cottage for use with Caroline Dixon.
Although the room was now reserved for the unfortunate Sylvia Harris, who could do little other than gaze in horrified surprise toward her son and husband, whilst Charles Smith slowly stroked Sylvias naked body up and down, from inner thighs to her shaven mound and cunt lips and then over Sylvia’s stomach, up to her breasts and the large nipples so recently extended by Olga and which Charles had pierced and fitted with gold rings during Sylvias training with Annie Day in the cage.
With the stunned Paul and young John Harris looking on in mute astonishment, despite Sylvias shock when seeing her obviously aroused son, the slow sensuous stroking of the naked and chained mature beauty began having its desired effect upon her senses, when for the first time, her son John witnessed his Mother helplessly closing her eyes and succumbing to the inevitable sexual arrousal the fingers of Charles Smith were creating within her.
“Wow” whispered John, marvelling at just how effortlessly Charles appeared to be controlling his Mothers writhing naked body whilst watching his fingers s slipping between Sylvia’s cunt lips, producing a gasp of pleasure from behind his Mothers gag.
It was then John realised that far from distressed, his naked writhing Mother was in fact enjoying her ordeal during a pre planned demonstration by Charles of his control over not only Sylvia, but also over her entire family.
Charles Smith knew he was in complete control over all three of them, even Sylvia’s husband Paul, who despite the presence of his young stepson, not only appeared transfixed by hugely aroused by the scenario being played out before him, but wanted nothing more than to see Charles fucking his helpless gagged and naked wife.
Much To the excitement of both the hugely Paul and Sylvia’s young son John, Charles duly obliged, when having unzipped himself and produced his hard erect cock, holding each of Sylvia’s swaying hips at waist hight, Charles gradually slid his huge cock ever deeper between her cunt lips, leaving Sylvia visibly gasping behind her gag as Charles began a slow casually fucking of the stunned Johns Mother whilst caressing every inch of Sylvia’s suspended body, swaying within the four chains holding her.
Even with all his previous experiences, the stunned Paul Harris had never before experienced such a sexual arrousal when watching his wife almost causally fucked by his friend and why not, when to all intents he was viewing his lovely wife being controlled and owned by Charles Smith, the very thought of which had Paul’s aching erection growing to ridiculous proportions.
Although what Paul was to then witness paled even those exciting thoughts, when with Sylvia’s ringed nipples glowing a dark red and blue colour from being squashed by her nipples clamps, her son John was instructed by Charles to carefully unscrew and remove those T bar nipple clamps and to then simultaneously softly massaging both his mothers nipples.
Although at first uncertain, when the closest he’d been to his Mother was sleeping and cuddling with Sylvia in her bed, with a throbbing erection, young John was by then far too sexually aroused by what he was witnessing to throw away such an opportunity of toying with his Mothers nipples.
So moments later John began carefully unscrewing and removing Sylvia’s T Bar nipple clamps and then carefully massaging those dark red and blu nipples until the blood began flowing back into his astonished Mothers nipples.
Only seconds later Sylvia Harris was screwing her eyes tight shut and gasping into her gag when the incredible pain hit her, the like of which Sylvia had never before experienced whilst helplessly trying to thrash around upon her swaying hammock, whilst the smiling Charles simply continued his rhythmic fucking of Johns Mother.
Suddenly gripping Charles cock with her cunt muscles, Sylvia reached the most incredible orgasm she’d even known ... under the eyes of her stunned Husband and son John.
“Good boy” John was told by Charles, whilst watching his Mothers bound and naked gyrations until it was obvious Charles was shooting his load into his Mothers cunt, until eventually easing his wet cocks out from between her cunt lips, Charles then rested his still erect cum coated cock upon the stunned and hugely embarrassed Sylvia’s carefully shaven pubic mound
For Sylvia Harris, this incrediblly erotic scenario of having her watching son toying with her nipples whilst Charles Smith delivered the fucking of her life, marked a realisation within Sylvia that she and her family were now the property of Charles Smith...
Even months after her training at the hands of the formidable Olga, it was an astonishing occassion Sylvia remembered only too well whilst Charles was taking her Anus as she knelt on his desk, her pained face pressed into its leather top, awaiting the inevitable explosion from the huge cock buried deep inside her to splatter its load against the walls of Sylvia’s rectum.
Having spent so many nights in his bed, Sylvia Harris was only familiar with the huge cock of Charles Smith pumping away inside her cunt, mouth and anus almost every day she spent at the Manor House, away from husband Paul and her son John...
Although after the harsh punishment training regime she’d endured at the hands of the often brutal Olga, Sylvia had by now come to terms with and even accepted her new role in life, as much as she missed son John when he was home without her and to a lesser extent the husband who had betrayed her.
For aside the brutal training she’d endured under Olga, Sylvia was no in doubt Charles Smith excited and frightened her in a way she had never before experienced when gliding through life a wealthy women thanks to her deceased wealthy father.
In fact Sylvia Harris had gradually become so infatuated with the power and sexual prowess of Charles Smith that she wondered if she’d even want to return home to husband Paul if it were not for her son John, even when as was now the case, young Dan Dixon was also in the office, standing naked beside the desk toying with his own erect cock.
This was a another scenario Sylvia knew her husband Paul enjoyed witnessing, as was now so often the case, that of her Máster Charles fucking his wife whilst Paul could do nothing but look on in his own sexual excitement.
Even though little realising the geni he was letting out of the bottle when asking his friend Charles Smith to take his wife in hand, Paul Harris had not only come to accept that in doing so he’d not only lost his wife to Charles Smith, but also awakened within himself a sexual excitement he’d never previously experience.
That of as a helpless bystander, a cuckold, himself now often tied and naked with a huge erection while viewing Charles Smith dominating, punishing and sexually abusing his extremely obedient wife Sylvia, sometimes even under the excited gaze of her son John...
As with Vicky Preston before her, Sylvia Harris was by now trusted by Charles to the extent that along with allowing her to return to Paul by herself, Charles also began taking Sylvia out to classy restaurants, even introducing the glamorous mature sexily dressed Sylvia to certain friends as his number one girl, leaving Sylvia feeling oddly proud of herself.
Even though some friends of Charles were not above stroking her more initimate of areas, Sylvia always felt safe and secure in the hands of Charles Smith and even if that meant her obeying his instructions to fuck and give head jobs to his friends so be it.
As always, Olga had done her job well and this was no longer the demanding wealthy Sylvia Harris, using her money to swan though and enjoy life doing whatever she wished and with whom she wished, for after her three weeks spent in that terrible cage beaten and fucked by Olga, a new Sylvia Harris emerged and accepted without hesitation that she was now owned by and was the property of Charles Smith.
Chapter Two Dan Dixon.
The thoughts of the teenage Dixon were not for the first time mired in confusion, when standing naked beside the desk upon which Charles Smith was Anal fucking his latest toy in the form of Sylvia Harris, especially when as always, Dan’s own large young cock was hard erect and itching to be used in whatever way Charles Smith eventually decided.
Certainly the irony of his situation wasn’t lost on young Dan when reflecting that it had been his own teenage sexual obsession toward his beautiful blonde Mother Catherine creating a path through life leading toward what he’d become, seemingly a plaything of brutal Charles Smith.
Although Dan knew he was in fact much more than that.