Hi, I’m Suzz. You might remember a few years back I was a slave to Annie at my house in Smannell, but she left and now I’m in Cape Cornwall with my new Mistress Daisy. She’s a barmaid at The Kings Arms in St Just and I’m waiting in the snug to drive her home at the end of her lunchtime shift.

As usual, she’s surrounded by blokes at the bar ogling her tits in that revealing top, bragging to each other how they would feel wrapped around their cocks, then spurting down her throat.

Most of them are speaking from experience. Daisy is an absolute slut, having steadily fucked her way through every eligible local man and woman and most tourists since leaving school.

She must have seen me staring. She sashays over to my table; a fresh glass of Sancerre in hand, carefully avoiding the gropes aimed at her butt in those black leggings.

“Hello, lover. Not much longer to wait before you can pleasure me again,” She announces while slipping one hand inside my damp coat to grab one bare breast and painfully twist the erect nipple.

Moments after She had returned to the bar to continue discussing our twisted sex life with the drinkers I heard the commotion - “Get out you filthy lot, you can’t come in here dressed like that”.

That lot was 6 members of the Under-15s Rugby team, fresh from a match in the village, trailing mud and grass across the pub carpet.

Rather than leaving, they simply undressed, dropping their mud-stained shirts, boots and socks in a heap.

The captain must have spotted me staring as his shorts hit the floor, pointing a well-filled jockstrap in my direction.

“Fancy some of this?” Oh, wait a minute, I’ve heard you prefer virgins.”

He pushed forward the youngest team member, who I must admit looked a lot like my son Mikey at 14 - tall, lean, fabulous cock, hairless balls - what’s not to like?

He dipped the tip of that lovely erection in the glass of wine, then smeared it across my lips.

I foolishly opened my mouth to ask “where did you learn that trick?” as he grabbed the back of my head and thrust it between my lips.

Then I remembered - one of the guys Dave, Danny, Rick or Joe that we picked up in Penzance, had done exactly the same thing at our house last week. He must have spilt the beans to all his friends and family.

My foul mouth found the mixture of hot cock, pre-cum, fresh sweat and Sancerre quite intoxicating as he slowly then rapidly fucked my throat, finally ejaculated onto my tongue.

I cupped his balls until the last of his sticky sperm had filled my mouth, then swallowed the lot.

“So not a virgin now! I hope you really are 14.”

“Yes, Miss. Yesterday. Can we fuck now?”

“No, let’s save that for next time,” then I noticed the couple in the corner watching us.

She looked a lot like my Daisy, blonde, young, stunning, athletically built, dominant. Oh shit, I couldn’t take my eyes off that bright red leather micro dress, with a full-length zip, already open nearly to her navel. She was fiddling with a tiny silver key on a chain, hanging between her exposed breasts. Popping it into her mouth, while grinning at her companion.

He must have been at least 3 times her age, grey, balding, badly dressed in an old wet raincoat, just like mine. There was a faint family likeness; not uncommon in rural Cornwall. What was their relationship - father and daughter? He was probably old enough to be her grandfather, then it struck me - of course not - he was simply her sub.

Then she sent him off to the bar to get her a drink.

“Don’t forget the salt & vinegar crisps and some flavoured condoms,” she shouted after him.

He didn’t walk very well, pausing painfully whenever she pressed the button on that barely concealed pink remote control. Oh shit, she must have wired him up. Perhaps a vibrating butt plug - I would love to try one of those.

On the way back to their table, his coat snagged open on a chair, exposing his pathetically shrunken, wrinkled cock in a locked cage, matching that key that his Mistress was now waving in my face.

I already knew that the condom machine in the gents’ toilet had been empty for weeks, having been personally responsible for the majority of the raspberry flavoured large sizes.

“Sorry, Mistress, they only had cheese & onion flavour crisps and the gents is closed for renovation. I tried the ladies, but Daisy kneed me in the bollocks.”

“Come and join us.”

It was an instruction, not a request. My body automatically responded and I found myself squatting at Her feet as She petted my hair.