I had had, by my standards, a long hard day. In fact two days. I was beginning to run down my consultancy business, but in order to do so I had to finish a contract which had taken me away from home the previous morning. I then had an overnight stay and was able to wrap it up at a reasonable time. So I was delighted to get home and drive into the garage by late afternoon. I took my brief case from the car intending to drop it in the office and then walk across the house to greet my loving slaves, Diana and Ruth. I walked in through the packing and despatch room, and past the, unusually, open door of the room we called the dungeon. This was where we tried out new products. As I did so my attention was caught by a forced ‘uurrrgh’ sound. This came, I saw, from the gagged mouth of a young lady – I could tell young and female because she had not a stitch on - whose wrists and ankles were secured to our latest restraint frame. A double take showed me a very attractive and well proportioned girl who was trying to speak to me through the ball gag in her mouth. I decided to go on with my planned route via the office to the house, and see what the girls had to say about this first.
I took a couple of paces more towards the office when I was struck by a bolt of realisation, two paces back and my eyes confirmed that the young lady in question was Joanna. My daughter. Let’s be honest, few fathers would recognise their daughters naked and caught in a restraint frame, it is just too far out of the norm, even for me.
I had, of course, been a normal family man until a few months ago, but I’m sure you will have read about that. Since I had acquired two devoted slaves, or rather Diana, my wife of many years had been ... converted, perhaps straightened out, and her friend Ruth had joined us, we had carried on a rather different domestic life. Having designed some equipment to restrain Diana whilst I took my revenge upon her for her infidelity with Ruth, which had changed partway through when it became clear that Ruth was in fact the miscreant, and having developed this into a very lucrative mail order business, we had gone on to greater things. We had acquired the gymnasium and fitness club where Diana had met Ruth and the girls now ran this very successfully. Meantime I had had the bondage equipment manufactured by outside contractors, and employed a lady called Wendy who came in to do the packing and dispatch.
We had some alterations done to the barn, and stables, to suit the needs of the business. My office and workshop remained much the same, so I was able to carry on the development of new products. Part of this was done in the dungeon, and the girls were normally very enthusiastic about testing these items. Normally they were the victims, in fact they were always the victims, the only victims, so I was intrigued to know what was going on. I hadn’t even known that Joanna was at home, although it was not entirely unexpected for reasons that will become clear, because she should have been at university.
I carried on, dropped my briefcase in the office, and strode across the gravel to the kitchen. The girls greeted me with the enthusiasm that I expected, showering me with kisses. As soon as I was able, much to their delight, I inspected and compared their expanding tummies. In a few months I was going to be a double daddy.
I sat down with a cup of tea, and Diana rather tentatively said.
“Master, did you notice...”
“Yes, slave, I did,” I replied. “Tell me about it.”
“She came in yesterday afternoon, throwing her stuff down and being quite unpleasant, you know what she can be like. In the evening Ruth and I were told in no uncertain terms how disgusting it was that we were both pregnant at our age, and then this morning, when Ruth and I were just, um ... lying in bed, she burst in and really let fly, then stormed off to the kitchen.”
“We got out of bed,” continued Ruth, “and came down, grabbed her and got cuffs on her. Then we took her outside.”
“How did you get her outside?” I asked.
“Ruth grabbed a handful of the back of her jeans, lifted, and marched her out. There’s not a lot you can do when you are almost being picked up by your fanny,” Diana chuckled. “The rest was quite easy.”
“You taught us how to do that,” grinned Ruth.
“She really was awful, Master,” put in Diana. “We really had to do something.”
I finished my tea. “Well, I’d better go and sort her out then.”
“You’re not cross with us?” Asked Diana
“No, no, I think in the circumstances you probably did the right thing. How she will react we shall have to see.”
“What’ll you do, Master?” asked Ruth.
“As always,” I said, “play it by ear.”
And with that I went out to visit the dungeon.
On my way through I picked up one of our ‘cat o’ nine tails’. This has fairly soft lashes and no knots, and leaves no mark, but it is very painful, as my slaves will testify.
I entered the dungeon, with little doubt that there would shortly be an audience out side listening, and surveyed their captive. My captive now.
Joanna squirmed and squawked as much as she was able, and since she had been there a few hours I thought that this indicated a strong will. She had always been more like me than her mother, and I thought that trying to break her would be a pointless exercise. Nevertheless, whilst she wouldn’t be a slave, she had to understand who was the boss.
I went over behind her and removed the gag. Joanna started immediately.
“Daddy, thank god, do see what those fucking bitches have done to me? Release me immediately.”
“What! Are you siding with those shitty cows? Are you going to let them tell you what to do? You don’t have any more morals than they do. I suppose you’re going to rape me and make me pregnant too.”
“You bastard, you shit, you... “ and she went on for several minutes whilst I stood there. Eventually she ran out of steam.
“You really do have a potty mouth don’t you Joanna?”
And off she went again.
She carried on. I flicked her across the stomach with the whip.
“Ow! That hurt.”
“Then do as you are told and shut up. Only speak when I want an answer. Is that understood?”
And she started again.
I wandered around the back of her and once again there was that curious thwackly-crackly sort of sound as the whip struck her bum. Left cheek first followed by backhand to the right, I’m left handed you see. I’ve only heard screeches like the one that followed from a sow when the boar has just found his mark, except this was longer and louder. I should remember to keep some ear defenders in the room.
I walked back around the front. The sound gradually subsided to a sob and a hiccup.
“Would one of the two eavesdroppers fetch the box of tissues from the office please?”
There was a scuffle from the passage and Ruth came in with the tissues.
“Clean her up a bit please.”
“Yes, Master.” And she gently wiped up the tears and snot.
“Righto, you two can go back to the house.” The girls left.
“Do I have your attention now? I asked Joanna
No reply. I flicked the air with the whip.
“Yes ... do I have to call you Master?”
“No, Daddy, as you always have done.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Hic.
“Better. Now we are going to have a question and answer session. Bear in mind that I already know a lot of the answers even though you may wonder how, so any lies will become apparent. I’m sure you can guess what will happen if you do lie. Clear so far?”
I had been in touch with friends and colleagues at the university she attended and I had been checking up on Joanna, and a sorry tale it was too. This was why I was not entirely surprised that she was at home. She had wasted her time there, attending few lectures and generally partying and having a good time. At my expense. Don’t get me wrong here, students should do these things, but they should also do some work. Joanna hadn’t, and so she had been sent home to consider her future. I was very unhappy about her treatment of Diana and Ruth, and her attitude generally. I was particularly annoyed with her attitude towards her mother’s sexuality which I felt had nothing to do with her. Nor had the fact that she was about to acquire brothers or sisters.
As I have said, Joanna takes after me so she is more dominant, but she needed to learn that you need a little humility with it, and that you get much more out of your slaves if you show them a little kindness. They have to know the boundaries of course, you can’t have them questioning who’s in charge.
“Now,” I said after about an hour of discussion, and one or two more lashes. “You have three choices. You can return to university, work like stink for the next few weeks and hope you can do enough to be allowed back next year. Or you can stay here and work in the assembly and dispatch departments of the goods, part of which I may remind you, however immoral you may consider them, have paid for your excesses, including a couple of the frames that you are presently attached to. In addition you will be expected to clean, and whatever else is required both here and in the house. Finally, you can leave here and make your way in the world as you will, no assistance given. Your choice. Now you will go to your room, shower and dress suitably for supper which you will attend when called. You may let me know your decision then. Is that clear?”
And I released her.
“How am I going to get to the house?”
“But I’ve no clothes.”
There was another hic, and she left. That gravel is pretty sharp on bare feet, and there is a certain amusement to be had from watching someone who is desperate to hurry, but has to proceed with care. That may sound unkind, but I reckoned it was self inflicted.
Before she had reached the back door I had called the kitchen on the intercom and told them that she was to be ignored as she went through.
I spent a short while in the office and then went in to shower and change. When I came down supper was ready, with two lovely ladies waiting for me, joined right on cue by a third. I have to say that I now thoroughly approved of Joanna’s little black dress which showed off her lovely assets to perfection. What happened next was a bit of a surprise when she went up to each of the girls in turn, hugged and kissed them and said she was sorry. She then came up to me, gave me a very undaughterly kiss and said sorry. I never thought I was into incest, but between the kiss and the dress something was standing up and taking an interest.
“I’ve decided that I should go back to uni Daddy, if they’ll have me.”
“I think we can persuade them,” I said. “I’ll take you back tomorrow.”
So, the following day was spent taking Joanna back and talking to people and making sure that all would be well. Hopefully that was a problem sorted.
I was looking forward to a rest the next day, but over supper after I got home from taking Joanna back Diana told me of another problem. Wendy had been working that day and had told her that although she had been separated, in fact divorced for several years, she had to sell her house and split the proceeds with her ex husband when her daughter was sixteen, an event that was very imminent, next week in fact. She doubted if she would be able to remain in the village because houses were too expensive, and she would be unable to pay a mortgage of the size that would be needed. This was a bit of a blow, Wendy had proved to be a good and loyal employee, and highly intelligent as well as being, in the vernacular, a cracking bit of crumpet. We had a somewhat flirtatious relationship, which had never stepped beyond be perfectly proper. Nevertheless...
“We could make the flat over the stables habitable,” suggested Diana.
“I didn’t know there was one,” said Ruth.
“Yes, there must have been a groom at one time, family man too, because there is quite reasonable accomodation, we hadn’t done anything with it because we simply didn’t need the space. It is a bit grotty, but I’m sure something could be done.” Diana replied.
“Well, you’re right” I said. “It could solve the problem, but what about her daughter, Melody isn’t it?”
“Yes, not very melodious though, from what we’ve been told,” said Ruth.
“I think,” said Diana, “that she wanted to talk to you about her. By the way, are you going to sleep with her? Wendy that is.”
“What?” I blustered. “What do you mean? The thought never crossed my mind.”
“Master, that is simply not true,” laughed Ruth. “I’ve seen the way you look at her and so has Diana, and for that matter, so has Wendy.”
Hmm ... still...
“Wouldn’t you mind?” I asked. Yes, I know they are slaves, so what does their opinion count? But they are still female, and being obedient can take different forms, and an unhappy slave isn’t worth having. Simply won’t perform with a will, pandering to their master’s every whim and fancy.
“Not in the least,” said Diana. “Ruth and I have talked about it, and we’re slowing up a bit in our present condition, and if you were to stray we’d rather it was someone that we knew and liked.”
“I’ve a shrewd suspicion that the pair of you would like me to soften her up so that you could have a go too,” I replied.
And my two favourite slaves grinned at one another and blushed.
“The thought never crossed our minds,” said Ruth.
“Have to see what I can do then.”
So instead of having a lie in the next morning I was up with the lark, showered, breakfasted and sitting in my office when Wendy arrived. Wendy is a natural redhead, I mean obviously natural without checking ‘down below’, fair skinned and freckly, very slim with a nice round bottom but almost flat chested, I doubt she could fill a B cup, but they do say more than a handful is a waste anyway. Having met her ex husband’s new wife I could understand why he left her; the new lady is anything but slim and has a substantial development in the Bristol area as they say. Wendy also has extremely attractive face, with full well defined lips and grey eyes. Altogether very tasty.
She came into the office to see what orders we had.
“Good morning Wendy,” I said. “You’re looking particularly lovely this morning.”
“Morning Boss,” she replied. “You’re looking pretty good yourself. I’d be looking better if it weren’t for that daughter of mine.”
“Ah yes,” I said. “They can be a bit of a trial.” I nodded sagely. “But Diana tells me you have other problems. She felt we might be able to help.”
“The house, yes,” she replied. “I don’t particularly like the place, but it is a roof and I do like living in this area. But the agreement is that it gets sold when Mel is sixteen, so that is what will happen. What would you have in mind? I thought your bedroom was full already.” She grinned.
“Well, quite apart from the contents of my mind, and indeed my bedroom, there is a flat over the stables, it needs doing up, but it is large enough for the two of you. It wouldn’t take long to get sorted, have to put in a bathroom and a new kitchen, that sort of thing. Would you be interested?”
“I most certainly would, can I see it?”
We spent the next couple of hours looking and talking and getting pretty dirty since the place hadn’t been occupied, or even entered for many years. It was, however, perfectly dry, and with a full modernisation would be very pleasant.
When we got back to the office I put in a call to a local builder who could organise things for me, and then we retired to the kitchen for coffee.
“You look as though you could do with a shower,” I said.
“So do you,” she replied.
The distance between us evaporated and then we were kissing. When we broke off for air:
“About time too,” she said with a grin.
“The guest bedroom is free,” I said, taking her hand.
“I’d rather try the Master bedroom,” she replied with a definite emphasis on the ‘M’. “I’ll bet it has a better shower.”
“I’ll show you.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will,” she giggled.
And I did. Details? Oh well, there was a trail of kit as we undressed each other and then fun in the shower, I washed every inch of her, kissing and nibbling, and she returned the compliment, and then when we had finished and dried each other we ended up on the bed. I say ‘ended up on’ because by that time there was a certain urgency, and as she ended up on her back I was entering her. After the lengthy fore play in the shower we were both more than ready and the act itself didn’t take long.
“Oh! That was so good, the best ever” she breathed in my ear
“Mmm.” I can take compliments like that all day
“It’s been so long.”
“Mmm.” Well, not for me.
“When can we do it again?”
“Mmm ... now?” And I started moving again.
“God, I thought it’d take ‘til tomorrow.”
“Oh, I don’t think I can last that long.”
“I think I can see why Diana and Ruth call you Master. Ooooh...”
We did get the day’s orders ready to go by the time the carrier arrived, but as the Iron Duke commented, it was a damned close run thing.
Having everything sorted we were in the office with a couple of hours to spare before Diana and Ruth came home.
“How does the restraining frame work?” Wendy asked.
“I’m sure you have some idea.”
“I’d like to try before I let you loose on my daughter.”
“I don’t recall discussing your daughter.”
“I think,” said Wendy, “that you know all about the problems I have with her, and that somehow they’ve got to be sorted. I know you’ve just sorted out Joanna because Diana and Ruth told me, and they told me how delighted they were with the results.”
We went into the dungeon.
“You just attach your victim’s wrists here, and their ankles to these points here,” I said.
“And then you cut their clothes off?”
“Only if they’re not already naked, or not cooperating.”
Wendy had her jeans off, and was part way with her tee shirt before I said, “Whoa, there. Are you sure about this, I could do anything I want to you once you are attached, absolutely anything...”
“Oh I do hope so,” she said stepping up to the frame.
I attached the cuffs and secured her to the frame. Standing back I looked her over. Just exquisite, almost pure perfection. And I could see she was already turned on, juice running down her leg. Mucky mare!
I picked up a whip.
“Oh, I didn’t realise...”
“I did say anything, and you want to know what could happen to Melody.”
“God, that’s such a stupid name, her father insisted though, and I ... oww!”
I caught a swat across her delectable bum.
“Oww.” And another.
“God, that stings.”
“I’ve only tickled you so far, do you want me to go further?”
She was silent for a moment.
“I love my daughter,” she said.
“I love mine too, and believe me I don’t enjoy inflicting pain. I thought I would to start with, when it was revenge, but I don’t. It’s just that sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.”
“I don’t know what else to do for her ... just once then.”
Thwackly-crackle, “Eeeeeeeeek ... Christ that hurts.”
I dropped the whip and went to pick up some hand cream that I knew was in the cloakroom. I quickly returned and, putting some on each hand I started to gently massage her bum cheeks.
“Oh, that feels better.”
I knelt in front of her. In the frame she was just the right height for me to kiss her. Right on her clit. With my hands gently massaging her abused bum I ran my tongue back along her lips and forward again, concentrating on her clit.
“Oh, god, I hope I don’t have to endure that just to get this! Oh, oh, oh...” and a few seconds later she arrived at her crisis. Amazing how the human body reacts.
I stood up, kicked a box into place for me to stand on, unzipped, grabbed hold of her and entered her. I made this last a while and she finally came screaming as I finished. I released her and she fell into my arms.
“Now I know why you’re the Master, Master,” and she giggled. “I must get dressed and go. Mel will be home and wonder where I am.”
About fifteen minutes later Diana came in.
“Ruth will be a bit late, she’s got a class to do for Gerry cause he’s off sick.”
Gerry was one of two other instructors. It was quite amusing to see him with a class of ladies drooling over his body, and admittedly he was good looking too, but he was so gay, that their chances of converting him were not good. Keep wishing girls.
I finished up my design work for the evening and went in for a drink. Diana was in the kitchen preparing supper.
“How was Wendy?” she asked.
“Oh, I think she was OK.” I replied
“No, Master, how was Wendy?” she stretched out the ‘how was’ meaningfully. “You don’t think you can clear up so that I don’t know do you?” And she laughed.
“No, slave Diana, I don’t think I can. Come here.” And she came across to me. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes.
“Do I get an answer, Master?”
So I told her all about the day.
“And she really liked the flat,” she asked excitedly. “That’s great, and really brave of her to try what Mel will get.”
“I haven’t agreed to deal with Mel yet,” I protested.
“Oh, you will. You’ll only have to be around her for a few minutes and your hand will be reaching for the whip. She really is a little piece of work.”
The next day was Friday, and Wendy didn’t work on Fridays so I was surprised to see her arrive, but dressed in some very old clothes. She came into the office and gave me a very long good morning kiss. I started to get up from my chair.
“Down boy, I’m going to start cleaning. We’ll save that for later” she told me.
Fair enough, there were some things I had to get done too.
“Rightho, I’ll give you a shout when I make some coffee.”
An hour and a half later I had the coffee hissing through the filter and shouted up to her.
“I’ll be right down,” she called.
I was back in the office when I heard the loo flush and a moment later I looked up as she leant against the door frame. All she was wearing was an electric blue satin basque that complimented her colouring perfectly.
“Wow! Actually double wow!” I whistled. “Now that is something else. Do you always wear that sort of thing for cleaning?”
“No, not usually, but I take it you like it?”
“Like? What’s not to like? The most exquisitely perfect woman, in the sexiest garment you can imagine. No, I can’t think of anything not to like. In fact I love it!”
“I made it myself.”
“You did what? It looks ... professional.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, but it should do. I went to art college and then studied textiles and fashion design, and specialised in corsetry. I just love all the fancy frilly bits. I can see you really like it.”
I was sitting there with my mouth open, big brain working overtime and little brain straining at the leash.
The big brain won. “You can design those things, and make them?”
“Yes, no problem.”
“Any size or shape?”
“And you could incorporate any little, um, additions that I might want?”
“Yes, I expect so.”
“And then we could offer them as ‘one offs’ for ladies who are, shall we say, non standard sizes, and perhaps employ someone to make them for us. Obviously we could do standard sizes too. Unless you want to make them all that is. What I’m thinking is that we could run ‘Wendy’s Special Corsets’ or something with you as a partner, alongside the normal dungeon stuff. What do you think?”
“It sounds good. Can I have time to think about it?”
“Right, I’ll do it.”
“You didn’t think for long,”
“Long enough, and I’ve got other things on my mind, and so have you. I haven’t got knickers on, just in case you hadn’t noticed, and ... Oh, that really does fit the bill.”
At which point she stopped talking because as I slid into her, still standing, I moved her so that her bum was on the desk, and I also covered her mouth with a deep kiss. There followed a few minutes of grunt and thrust, followed by gasps and groans, and the sounds of satisfaction.
“Oh, I wish I’d found you years ago.”
“I wasn’t available until recently, and if it weren’t for Ruth and Diana I probably wouldn’t have done anything, so you have them to thank. They might want to collect on that favour though.”
Wendy looked at me. “You mean... ? I’ve never tried girls, I’m not sure I’d know what to do.”
“I’m sure you’d work it out, and I think they might enjoy instructing you.”
“God, I shouldn’t, but I’m getting wet just thinking about that. I’m not like that really but...”
“But perhaps the wetness is what I’ve just done. Would you like a tissue?”
And we got back to work.
The next day, being a Saturday, Wendy brought Melody to help. I say help, but I don’t think there was going to be much of that going on. Melody was similar to her mother, but a little more cuddly. Or she would have been similar if it weren’t for the fact that she died her hair black, dressed in black, and made up in black and white. A Goth, and a really potty mouthed one too.
“Are we going to live in this shit hole?” I heard as I came up the stairs. “Really mother you’ve got to be fucking mad. I suppose you’re shagging him so he wants to have you on tap. God you are so stupid.”
I made the last few footfalls rather heavier.
“Good morning Wendy. Good morning Melody.”
“Fuck off, pervert.”
I looked past Melody to Wendy who shrugged her shoulders in a helpless gesture.
“You don’t look as though you’re dressed for work Mel.”
“Because I ain’t fuckin’ doin’ any, that’s why. You want it cleaned you do it yourself.”
“Mel!” said her mother. “I’m so sorry, I just don’t know what to say.”
“Goodbye, Mr Shit, would be a good idea,” said Melody and stormed off down the stairs.
As luck would have it Diana and Ruth were just about to come up and as I looked down the stairs after Mel, I nodded to the two girls. As Mel strode between them yelling ‘get out of the way fat slags’ each grabbed an arm. In a second I was down the stairs and taking a pair of cuffs from my back pocket fixed one around each wrist. The great beauty of these, and this is what the mail order business is based on, is that they clip on in a second, but need two hands to remove. They can then be clipped together which is what I proceeded to do. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Ruth lifted them so that she was bent forward at the waist, and marched her off to the dungeon, spiting invective, with Diana following. Wendy had come down by this time and was crying on my shoulder. I comforted her for a minute or two and then we went to the dungeon where the other two had got her smartly attached to the frame.
Mel was anything but quiet, a constant stream of invective was coming from her, and pretty foul stuff too.
“Better gag her,” I said
“I can’t get her mouth open,” said Ruth, after a moment.
I walked over and as I reached for the front of her dress, her mouth came open, presumably to scream something, but we shall never know what because Ruth slipped the ball gag in, and she was as silent.
“Well done. OK, we’ll leave her for now.” And we all left.
Back upstairs we were shortly joined by Jim who was the local builder. I explained to him what we wanted and gave him some sketches of the way things would look, and after hmm-ing and ha-ing, he agreed that he could have a couple of men here the next week to get drainage installed which we reckoned could connect to the existing system. So it was under way, and Jim left to get things organised.
“What are you going to do about Mel,” Wendy asked when we were alone again,
“We are going for coffee, and then we are going to do something about her.”
“Yes,” I replied. “We.”
And so it was, about half an hour later Wendy and I were in the dungeon.
“First things first,” I said. “We remove these rags.”
And so saying I picked up the scissors and proceeded to remove her clothes. She had been wearing a shawl, a black dress, black lace gloves to her elbows, black lacey tights and long boots. She had lost the shawl on the way, and I decided to leave the gloves and boots. First I cut up from the hem of her dress to the neck. She was squirming to try to stop me.
“These scissors are sharp, you don’t want me to cut you do you?”
The squirming stopped.
I then cut out to each armhole and the dress fell off to reveal a black bra and black knickers, a suspender belt, and the tights turned out to be stockings.
“Everything is black,” said Wendy. “She has lovely red hair just like mine, I nearly cried when she did that.”
There was a snarl from behind the gag.
I snipped the bra at the front and shoulders and it ended up on the floor, followed a couple of minutes later by her knickers, the suspender belt and the stockings fell to her boots, all to reveal a nicely rounded figure, perky but not too big tits and a prominent mons under a gently rounded tummy.
During this time, Wendy, as instructed, had gone around behind her, and was holding a whip.
“Shall I remove the gag?” I mused.
The head nodded violently.
“Will you be quiet?”
The head nodded again.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” And I stepped forward and removed it.
No sooner was it out of her mouth than she started screaming at me. I nodded.
There was a thwackly sound as the whip hit her bum.
She was quiet for a split second and then a loud scream issued from her.
I nodded again, and again her mother whacked her bum.
“If that noise doesn’t stop immediately, I’ll put the gag back in and we’ll leave you until tomorrow.”
“When you lie, as you did then, you will suffer.”
And then: “If you don’t let me go I’ll report you to the police.”
“And how are you going to call them,” I asked.
“I got me mobile.”
“Have you? I can’t see it, and the only place it might fit would make it rather sticky and unworkable. Fun if it was set to vibrate though. So, even if you did manage to get the police to listen to you, who do you think they are going to believe, a sixteen year old slut, or your mother, me, Ruth and Diana? Now, I’m going to ask the questions and you are going to give the answers. I ask the questions and you give the answers, simple, OK? If you are asked to say something correctly, and you do not, or if you lie again, you know what will happen. Understand?”
Silence. I nodded my head. Thwack. She screamed.
“Now, I asked a question.”
“I ain’t tellin’ you nuffink”
It has to be said that her speech was pretty appalling. She used a form of ‘estuary’ English, grammatically, or rather, ungrammatically, similar to that from ‘Eastenders’ but including all the expletives that the scriptwriters have to leave out, which doesn’t leave a lot of content. It was delivered in a rural accent, with an inflection where the ends of the sentences rose in pitch making any statement sound like a question. Clearly a ‘Neighbours’ fan too.
“I am not telling you anything, sir.” I said.
“I ain’t tellin’ you nuffink, sir”
“Say it properly,”
“I am not telling you anything, sir.”
“Better. Now, Are you a virgin?”
“What’s it to you? That’s none of your bloody business. What do you want, rape me I s’pose. Bloody faggot.” Thwackly-crackly. “Eeeeeow...”
Mother had obviously had enough of playing with her and let rip.
After a few minutes we had silence.
“Ain’t no girl over the age of ten in this village what’s a virgin. Everybody’s shaggin’ everybody else. I shagged most of the boys an’ half the men, an’...” And at this point she named a number of married people in the village who were doing things with other married people – but not the ones they were married to - and, apparently, under aged girls too, including the vicar, sorry, he’s not an under aged girl, but he is joining in, and finally, “ ... an’ Joanna’s shagged most of ‘em an’ there’s yor missus an’ her lezzie friend and you an’ my mother. Mind,” she said after a moment’s thought, “you must be somethin’ though, cos no one else has ‘ad her. They say that the Americans can put a man on the moon, but the British can’t put one on Wendy Bright. An’ I shagged me dad too an’ I bet you’ve shagged Joanna as well.” She finished off.
Phew! Wendy looked shell shocked, and I wasn’t surprised. This was all pretty lurid stuff, not to mention the exposé of her ex husband.
“No, actually, I haven’t.” I said, referring to Joanna.
“Missed out then, all the boys reckon she’s the best.”
I’ll bear that in mind.
“Right, well none of that is either here or there. What we are here to do, and what we will do, is sort you out. I think from what you have told us that we can work out what a lot of your problems are. Then we’ll see what needs to change. We might even make you into a young lady. We have the pig, let’s see if we can find the malion.” The latter joke was lost on her.
I turned to her mother and said, “ you go and join the girls while I finish up here.”
When she left I watched Mel for a moment or two. She just looked back at me, watching and waiting. I decided that perhaps like mother like daughter, so I picked up the hand cream that I left there and proceeded as previously. And with what results! Mel was soon squirming and when I licked her clit she almost went ballistic. It didn’t take long before she delivered the most intense orgasm I think I have ever watched.
I detached her from the frame, and she collapsed into my arms. I comforted her for a moment or two.
“Oh,” she exclaimed. “No one has ever done that to me before. That was just the greatest thing ever. God I’ve had some sex but it never felt like that. That was simply the best. Oh...” And she kissed me. I’ve said before that I don’t understand women.
“Can you do that again? When can you do that again? Please will you do that again. Please...”
“Hold on young lady, I think we need to have a talk about this.”
I want...” and she grabbed hold of Percy.
“Just you hold on,” I said, detaching her, “you’re getting nothing, and certainly not that, until you learn to behave and obey a few ground rules.”
“And you can stop that too, right now.”
“OK, you want me to be nice to mum, and you want me to speak properly.”
“Yes, but I want you to mean it. And I want you to smile.”
“Was that so difficult?”
“And can we clean that horrible motley off your face, and your hair.”
“Oh, that’s not a problem, it’ll just wash out.”
“OK, let’s go to the house for a shower.”
“Yes, like that. And think yourself lucky, Joanna didn’t have the boots.”
As we went through the kitchen I said, “shower, and could one of you find her something to put on, please?”
I settled Mel into the downstairs shower, and moment later Ruth came in with a jogging suit for her to wear. We went back into the kitchen a few minutes later, Ruth sat down with the others while I stood and looked at them for a second.
“What are you thinking?” Asked Diana.
“A perfect blonde, a gorgeous brunette, and an exquisite red head,” I said. “What more could a man desire? Except for perhaps a brown or a black girl? Just for contrast you understand?”
Diana and Ruth exchanged looks.
“Huh, never satisfied,” complained Diana. “Is he Ruth?”
I sat down, and Diana said, “We have been discussing Wendy’s corsetry.”
“Ah, yes. Excellent idea, I reckon that it would go down a storm. And I’ll tell you something else, I’ve found our first model.”
“Well we’re your first models, Diana and me,” said Ruth. Indeed they were, and wonderful they looked on the website, although I had gently ‘doctored’ their faces so that they were not too easy to recognise.
“No,” I replied. “Corsetry model. Mel. I think she’ll be perfect, she has a cuddly sexiness that can’t fail to attract orders.”
“I can’t see it myself,” said Diana. “I really can’t see her with that ghastly black hair, sorry Wendy.”
“I couldn’t agree more, it is awful,” said her mother. “Why haven’t you got a range for pregnant ladies?” She went on.
“We thought it would be rather tacky,” I replied.
I thought Wendy would fall off her chair. She let out a peel of laughter, whilst the rest of us just watched in amazement.
When she stopped, I asked, “what did I say?”
“Just think about it,” she laughed. “You are making and selling all this stuff that many people would regard as totally perverted, and you think that stuff for preggies is ‘rather tacky’”
“Hmm ... I suppose you’re right. What do you think girls?”
“Yes, I think she’s right,” said Ruth, and Diana nodded in agreement.