Anna Dominatrix, Her slave Suzy, her son Mikey and his girlfriend Rachael are all real.

Hello, my name is Annie, but you should call me Mistress Anna. David invited me to collaborate on this episode, back in August 2018, and I’ll allow him a few paragraphs if he follows my rules to the letter (no mention of those horrid child-like sexbots he loves to play with).

After the sex in the park, Suzz and Mistress Anna met up with slut’s son Mike in the Anchor Pub. “Mum, meet my new girlfriend Rachael - I think you’ll agree she makes a pretty hot sub.”

Rachael was about Mike’s age (17), but looked a lot younger and was always being asked for ID in pubs. She wore a simple short, red, bodycon dress that just failed to hide her succulent breasts and long legs. Rachael looked incredulously at the sight of her boyfriend’s mother being held on a short dog leash by her companion.

Anna purred “lovely to meet you, child - have you known Mike long? He has very particular tastes, do you share them?”

posh slut couldn’t help staring at those lovely tip-tilted breasts, wondering if she would be allowed to lick them - the nipples hardening under her gaze.

“What do you think Mike,” asked Anna “do you think we should check her here first, or take her back to the house for a more thorough examination?”

Mike lifted the hem of his girlfriend’s red dress, exposing a matching red thong, barely covering her triangle of long dark curly pubic hair.

“No, no, no, no - that won’t do - that’s all got to come off young lady,” observed Mistress Anna. “We can’t have our lovely Mike’s tongue getting tangled up in that mess, I’ll treat you to a waxing, but I suppose posh slut could kiss you down there, as she’s already on her knees.”

“No,” said Mike “let’s wait until we get home, can we go now?”

Rachael held out her wrists expectantly. “Not here babe, the handcuffs are in the car but first to the beauty salon to clean up that bush. I have standards you know.”

posh slut was still dripping wet from her fucking in the rain, so Anna sent her home with Mike to get showered. “Just remember you two are related.”

Anna escorted Rachael to the beauty salon behind the tattoo parlour where she stripped off and clambered up on the massage table. “So young lady - do you prefer the razor or waxing, and we need to give you a more suitable name - how about ‘hot lips’ or do you prefer ‘puss’?”

“‘Puss’ is perfect thank you, Mistress. Are you going to help with the waxing - I’ve never had it done before.” “No, we’ll leave it to the professionals. I’ll just watch - you do have beautiful breasts. Have you ever tried nipple clamps - I’ve got some here. It might help with the discomfort between your legs.” Forty-five minutes later and Rachael owned a beautiful bald pussy and highly erect nipples from our play. “Come along puss let’s get you home.”

Back at the house, noises were coming from the bedroom and the kitchen smelt of sex. “Just wait there a moment puss, while I check out what posh slut and Mike are up to. There are some hot BDSM photos on my Pinterest boards, if you want a quick wank - don’t worry the laptop’s password is ‘just-fuck’.”

Still wearing my leather catsuit, unzipped to the crotch, I stormed up the stairs wondering what they were doing behind my back.

Laying on the bed, silk ropes held posh slut’s ankles to the ceiling anchoring points, while Mike ate her out. I slapped Mike’s bare arse. “Stop that immediately! You have a perfectly good slut downstairs to play with - there’s no need for incest.”

Unfortunately, puss had come upstairs and seen everything. “It’s OK - I don’t mind, as long as he fucks me too occasionally.” Rachael had already stripped down to her red thong and matching nipple clamps. “Get up on the bed baby girl, Mike is going to love that bald pussy.”

posh slut opened her legs wider. “Have you ever had sex with an older woman, little puss?”

Rachael: “Erm ... no, there was one teacher who took a fancy to me, but it never got beyond a few fumbles in the changing room.”

“That’s OK baby, we can teach you everything you need to know. Here Michael, get your face out of my cunt, perhaps Mistress Anna will give you a hand-job if you’re good.”

Mistress Anna: “Pass the hand cream little puss, I can see your boyfriend needs a good rubbing.”

posh slut: “Don’t worry about them, get your tongue down there, I want to cum on your pretty face. You can use your fingers too - she won’t bite.”

Rachael, looking over at her boyfriend’s cock in Mistress Anna’s slippery hands: “You three do seem to have a very open relationship.”

posh slut, thinking it best to change the subject: “So baby girl, Mike tells me you had an interesting session down the pub last week - with two other couples?”

Rachael: “Oh - I suppose he tells you every little detail. Well, we’d all had rather a lot to drink, and the two girls had to go, so it just left Mike and these two blokes who were rather hot. I guess I was pretty stupid to go down on Mike while they watched, but his cock gets me all excited. The next thing I knew his cock was joined by a second one in my mouth and a hand was exploring inside my white see-through leggings. He said I was so wet, they had better come off to avoid staining and I stupidly agreed, but never expected him to start shafting my arse from behind.”