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Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 01

By: Sputnik57



Sometimes things once perceived as a thing of beauty are allowed into our lives; sometimes, like Fallopia Japonica: 'Japanese Knotweed' they can quickly overrun a situation-and take control.

He had managed to escape the humdrum, rat-race office life of Banking and Stocks; after 30 years in which the stress had nearly killed him, he had taken advantage of redundancy to pursue his hobby of gardening and make a meagre living from it. He remembered how grown men had held their heads in their hands and even shed tears at the news; he remembered having a quiet moment alone in the toilets in which he clenched his fists and punched the air in joy. He was free at last. 

Now more interested in Fuchsias than futures he had purchased a van which sat in the driveway of the small house he lived in alone, having parted company with a business oriented wife some years ago. He would rise in the morning just to watch the breakneck pace of neighbours leaving in droves like clockwork, to catch trains or drive to their cars to the grindstones which awaited them.

He would sip his tea or coffee, relax, and check his appointment book. At 9:30 or 10:00 he would then casually venture out into the clear streets at a leisurely pace to some suburban or rural residence to indulge his love of gardening and get paid for it. 

This morning was destined to be a little different though he would never have guessed so at the time. 'Mrs Grandellar-Favour: The Noke, Hobbs End.' He chuckled at the name; sounds like 'glandular fever' he thought.

Hobbs End was a very well-to-do area just outside town; huge detached houses with gardens measured in acres. Many of these residences had commercial gardening outfits tend their vast lawns, but smaller one-man-bands such as he were often preferred as the personal touch, smaller cost, and usually the guarantee of a decent job being done outweighed the alternative.

He approached the property down a winding drive through a front garden the size of a small park. The house was typical turn of the 20th century; five or six bedrooms at least. Mrs Grandellar-Favour appeared, accompanied by her husband who gave him the once over, smiled and shook his hand then went back to his newspaper.

She walked him round to the rear of the house, and he was pleased to see that the gardens had been kept fairly well maintained, but needed some attention. They discussed terms and they were both happy for him to start.

'Oh, there is one thing' she put in quickly on remembering an important point; 'down at the wooded end past the walled garden near the boundary with 'Red Gables' property, I am afraid we have an infusion of that dreaded Japanese Knotweed. Whilst I do not expect you to rid us of it completely- I know what trouble it is- you will need to keep it in check for me if you would. I will see you get extra for it.'

'It will be a pleasure- almost!' he laughed; 'It is a pet hate of mine, I hate the way it takes over.'

He was shown that he could take his van down as far as the walled garden, on a rudimentary drive way. Looking back the house seemed a long way off, and the wooded area even further. The sense of space made him take in a deep breath and smile. If only he had done this since the age of eighteen he thought.

It was hot and he removed his shirt in the mid-day humidity, the sweat ran down the back of his khaki shorts making it look as though he had wet himself. He toiled back round toward the house filling wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow with offshoots and cuttings. His hairy chest adorned with leaves and petals. Suddenly he was aware of a presence. He looked up and there with arm outstretched holding a mug of coffee was a tiny waif like girl with bright ginger hair and soft white skin.

'This is for you' she said as her sweet little arm wobbled under the weight of the mug.

'Thank you very much' he said, as he gratefully took the mug from her. He could not help but notice that her radiant blue eyes which shone out from her delicately freckled face were not looking him in the eye, but surveying his sweating middle-aged body. She pursed her lips and smiled at him;

'I must go now' and she skipped away on her bare feet across the lawn to the house. Suddenly something inside him wished she had stayed. He felt an erection growing and felt a little ashamed with himself. The lady of the house approached and he pulled the tee shirt over his body; suddenly feeling over exposed, unnecessarily of course. He sipped the coffee as she approached.

'You are working hard' she said; 'I know it is a big garden'

'It is just fine' he replied; 'I am enjoying the day- thanks for the coffee' he put in, as he wanted to enquire upon the waif.

'Abigail was so determined that you should have a drink, watching you work was distracting her from the weekly dusting she comes in to do.'

'So the little girl is no relation of yours then?' Mrs G-F laughed;

'No she is no relation and she is not exactly a 'little girl' either. Abigail is twenty I think; she is one of Miss Proctor's girls from 'Red Gables' and one of her tasks is to come here once a week and do the dusting. We like to spoil her, as I get the impression Miss Proctor is a little strict with her charges. 'Red Gables' is a sort of private 'Finishing School' for young ladies. Strange thing is they all seem to have red hair! Most extraordinary.'

He thought of the sweet nymph again; he had thought her to be about 14, which is why he had been so ashamed at his excitement. He was now even more ashamed inside as this new knowledge had given his carnal persona license to dwell further on the milky innocence that had affected his blood pressure so. All of a sudden he was anxious to get to work with the knotweed down by the boundary. He could have a look; maybe, just maybe 'Red Gables' would require his services also.

A few days later he returned to the house, having mowed and tidied the front and done likewise with the immediate area to the rear of the property, he could now justify an excursion down to the woods at the far end, beyond the walled garden.

As he ventured down, the house was completely out of sight behind him; the woodland was serene and he could have been somewhere entirely disassociated with the tended garden landscape back up by the house. The woodland was in its natural state, apart from the tubular growths of the knotweed which popped audibly as he struck it down with contempt. He was perplexed as he could see the boundary wall about 100 yards off and his curiosity just to see what lay beyond it toyed with his inner soul endlessly.

Something inside him came to a working decision which reached a compromise; he would work his way down to the wall and back again. He would cut the weed down first then set to the arduous task of digging the roots out. Just the action of hacking through the jungle of the invading plant with a machete had him dripping with sweat. He reached the wall, which was a lot taller than it appeared at 100 yards. He eyed a fallen tree which lay at an angle beside the wall; a large limb providing a natural route up and over the top. He thought for a moment then said to himself- "get a grip you fool!"- He turned to work his way back through another thicket and slashed away with the blade.

"Hello again!" an excited little voice rang out. He turned and there atop the wall was Abigail; another red-headed waif sat beside her who had a smirk upon her cherub like face. 

"Would you like some of my juice" she said waving a small bottle of fruit drink at him. He looked at her and her friend and smiled. A lump came into his throat. 'Behave yourself' he thought to himself as he strode carefully up the fallen tree.

"Thank you" he said as he took the tiny bottle of juice from her and had to be careful not to consume it all-the sip he took half emptied it and barely cooled the inside of his mouth, but he was not about to let her know this.

As he handed the bottle back she looked at him starry eyed and her friend delicately touched the hairs on his sweaty arm as he extended it. She giggled and licked her fingers.

"Don't mind Cindy; she is a little crazy, she will get us into all sorts of bother with Miss Proctor" Said Abigail who panted making her little breasts heave as much as was possible for such a slight young lady.

"You do not mind us watching you work do you? We would love to help you but Miss Proctor would punish us if she knew we had spoken to a man we had not been introduced to by her or Miss Hunter." He really did not know what to say, and felt he was somehow being manipulated by the minxes, but they were interesting to him, very interesting.

"No, I do not mind at all" he said as he turned and stumbled slightly on the log. As he did a soft white hand grabbed his and squeezed.

"Careful" said Abigail as she held onto his hand for as long as she possibly could. He felt the warmth through her delicate little palm and their eyes met, bringing back the lump in his throat and a lump elsewhere below. He scrambled quickly down 'What are you doing allowing girls of that age excite you' he thought. He was hooked though, and he had an idea they knew this too.

He got back to his machete and smiled up at them.

"We must not get our skirts dirty on this wall or we will be in for a stroke or two!" Said Cindy, and the two in unison lifted their skirts and pulled their legs back provocatively, careful to allow him a view of their crotches; their tight white panties outlining a sweet little bulge. The two smiled knowingly. 

He now wished he had not 'gone commando'; he smiled and cursed as he had to turn away from the sight- his erection now as stiff as the machete and very evident in his baggy khakis.

"You girls come here this instant!" The playful scene was suddenly shattered by a mature female voice from beyond the wall; the two looked terrified and Abigail put her erect index finger up to her lips to beg silence from him. The look of fear in the two girl's eyes had rendered him motionless anyhow. He watched as they scrambled from the wall in as lady-like a fashion as they could muster; skirts hastily dropped to hide the femininity they had so freely offered him. He could just hear the muffled conversation beyond the wall.

"I hope you have not been smoking again Brown! Let me smell your breath." There was silence for a moment. 

"And you Fisher" barked the unseen virago. She scared him, and he was a middle-aged gardener.

"Just what do you think you are doing; climbing up walls like tom-boys at YOUR age?!"

"I... I... I just wanted to show Cindy where I go once a week; it was my fault Miss Proctor"

His curiosity now got the better of him as the voices were a little fainter; they had obviously moved from the wall – he stealthily climbed the log and carefully peeped over the top, hidden by some convenient foliage he stared between the leaves. The sight that befell him only made him yearn all the more to be part of Red Gables.

The ground on their side of the wall was three or four feet higher than his side, making the girl's access to the top of the wall that much easier. Now stood about twenty-five feet from the wall was the source of the authoritative and assertive voice which had terrified the two waifs.

Miss Proctor stood there dominantly in tight white jodhpurs and full length boots, a tight black blouse displaying her full and rounded body magnificently. She was not waif like by any stretch of the imagination. She also wore black gloves and was pointing and swishing a menacing and flexible cane at the two sweet nymphs who were kneeling submissively before her. Though she was a very impressive example of mature womanhood compared to the two waifs, she also had striking red-hair; this time a deep auburn, and her skin was milky white, her arms in complete contrast to her gloves.

"Get up brown, bend over and show me your panties!" poor Cindy began to snivel; she knew that even stepping out of place would earn her a caning from Miss Proctor. She bent over giving all a full view of her silky legs and pert little bottom. She knew the wall would have left its mark on her panties and now Miss Proctor would leave her mark in recognition of that fact; she patted her panties with the cane. He saw the mature woman smile victoriously.

"Filthy!" she barked, making both girls tremble- and making his now firm erection pulsate-

"Panties down- NOW!" The tears were already evident on the poor girls face. She pulled her panties down around her ankles, her beautiful white bottom exposed invitingly and her sweet sex peeped out from below. The Jodhpur clad woman stepped round, lifted the cane above her head and held it there teasingly to allow the girl time to ponder the error of her ways.

'Whup!'; she brought the cane down; the little white bottom flexed, Cindy cried out in pain and a stripe redder than the hair of any person present blossomed across her sweet little rear.

Without even giving her panties an inspection, Abigail was ordered to drop hers also. She bent over at a three-quarter angle to the wall and she turned to face it. She knew he would be watching. He marvelled at the submissive little waif and though he wanted to take her home and keep her warm and safe, something else inside him was jealous of the governess at her work; he would have liked to cane that bottom too.

She blinked in expectancy of the cane as she stared hungrily at the wall, hoping to meet his eyes as she was punished, just for him, she thought. Down came the cane;

"Whup!"; she yelped as the tears streamed down her pretty face and the red line glowed across her bottom. Both girls sobbed uncontrollably.

"Follow me. You shall have the other five strokes over the chair- I have guests who may be interested in your discipline!" He had been about to unleash his member and pleasure himself at the unbelievable spectacle until she had said this. His curiosity was now beginning to control him.

He looked back and could just make out his van in the distance through the trees; it was behind the walled garden, so Mrs G-F would not know if he were there or not. He watched the three walk along a wooded path; the beautifully full rear of the vicious matriarch leading the way, the two sobbing waifs obediently following, closer to further punishment with each step.

Occasionally Abigail looked expectantly behind her. Red Gables needed a gardener at this time, and she had been well trained.

He hopped down from the wall; it was barely five feet from the ground on this side. He dodged from tree to tree, and from clump of Knotweed to clump of knotweed; it was prevalent here as well and had suddenly become a friend. As he made a move a couple of hundred yards on, Abigail caught sight of him and her heart leapt; she knew he would appeal to Miss Hunter, not just because he was a good hard working gardener, she would appreciate his clean and polite ruggedness and would want to keep him –the way she had since she'd first seen him- they would both benefit from his entwinement.

He had to work his way around the perimeter for cover as he watched the dominant woman lead the two across an expansive lawn to Red Gables. The house was half as big again as the The Noke and had a suitably sinister air about it. Abigail saw him again as he moved to another point and smiled openly. She knew he would be caught and she was now looking forward to her caning.

The two girls were taken into a downstairs room; the curtains to which were conveniently wide open with no nets. He had a clear view as he panted for breath; a large leather chair stood prominently in the centre of the room. Cindy was told to strip naked and was then helped over the black leather chair by two more red-headed girls, equally as soft and adolescent looking as the other two. Smiling eagerly they bound her wrists to the arms of the chair. Her now dangling feet were fastened to the chair legs to stop here lifting her own into the path of the stinging cane as she was punished.

Abigail had disappeared from sight, and though he was a little concerned about this he was sure that she was just being held back out of view to await her turn. He was consumed by Cindy's plight. To his astonishment Miss Proctor turned toward the window, unzipped her boots and kicked them off before peeling her own clothes off. She was a truly perfect picture of a supreme woman in her prime and his cock was now virtually bursting from his shorts.

He found it hard to focus on one area as he watched her deliver the five promised strokes to the helpless waif; the movement of the mature beauty as her arms legs and buttocks flexed as she wielded the cane in obvious pleasure was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Likewise, the cries of the sweet waif as her protruding bottom rippled and clenched as she accepted the bite of the cane evoked a sense of eroticism in him he had not known was there until that point.

As the fifth stroke was delivered and Cindy squealed and wept uncontrollably, Miss Proctor once again faced the window smiling knowingly. She then walked right up to it and he turned to move away.

His cock was protruding like a tent pole behind his shorts as he turned; there behind him was another formidable looking woman, and sweet Abigail, who half smiled-half frowned as she looked at him.

"A peeping tom! What would the police say to that, I wonder?" his face went as red as their hair.

This was Miss Hunter. She completed the red-headed theme; she too had the glorious trade mark- her flowing locks tied in a bun at this point. She, like Miss Proctor was a beautifully full shaped hour glass figure, aged about 50. She had a tight black silk blouse and tight black skirt. She stood dominantly on tall stilettos and also carried a short cane.

She eyed him up and down, contemptuously at first, then she smiled sweetly and looked him full in the eyes whilst patting the cane in her palm.

"There is an alternative to the police, of course. I hear from Mrs Grandella-Favour that you are a very good gardener – we need one here. We would want you to live-in though, as you would have other 'duties'. I know this would be easy for you; I've looked into your life in your little house and know you are alone; we can soon have that on the market. What do you say?"

He was astounded. Abigail looked at him like a lost puppy; her lower lip trembled;

"Please come and look after me" He was as lost as she sounded, what was happening to him; he thought of the consequences of the police; although he had not actually done anything wrong, it did not look too clever.

"I will make you very comfortable here" edged Miss Hunter as she saw him swaying toward her way. Having seen he was just as the waif had described him she was determined to make him hers.

"OK" he said.

"Good" she looked at him sternly and placed the cane on his protrusion; "We will have those off now." 

He was compelled to do as she told him; he felt as submissive before this woman as did her charges. He dropped his shorts and stood naked, his cock fit to explode with the afternoon's events. He noticed the faces smiling through the window. Cindy's tear stained face looked across at Abigail.

Miss Hunter smiled triumphantly; she too looked at Abigail.

"You have caused our new gardener a great deal of trouble today, have you not?"

"Yes Miss Hunter, I should be punished for it" She knelt and looked up at him; his erect cock wavering before her delicate little nose.

"I have deceived you and want you to cane me." She stared longingly up at him. His cock throbbed.

The naked Miss Proctor appeared next to him; she smelled beautifully in her aroused state. She looked wickedly at Abigail as she handed him the cane.

"Welcome to Red Gables" she said.

TO BE CONTINUED

Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 02



Miss Hunter had Abigail stand and she walked them both into the room he had viewed from the outside. She noted that his face had a distinct look of shame, rather than guilt. As Abigail walked eagerly to the chair, looking back to ensure he had not lost his senses completely and fled, Miss Hunter took his arm;

"I know this is all difficult for you to take in, but I intend to make things very comfortable for you here; all the young ladies at this establishment are over 18" she looked deep into his eyes and smiled wickedly; 

"I know just why they appeal to you, and you should not be ashamed of yourself-it is a basic failing in all males. This particular penchant you have goes hand in hand with an opposite attraction for older women does it not?" She stroked his erect cock, which jumped to attention; he could not deny he had just as strong feelings for assertive mature women, and he knew she knew this. 

"Please smile for me. I intend to take a personal hand in your guidance now you have agreed to stay; I promise you will not regret your decision." He knew his 'decision' was really hers.

He smiled just the same and Miss Hunter squeezed his cock as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. He knew from that moment on that she would have a hold on him that he could never be released from.

Abigail had been tied to the leather chair by the two red-headed attendants who had secured Cindy. They now kneeled out of the way of the cane and eyed expectantly the mature male with erect phallus who was going to punish the captive. Cindy was sprawled over the knees of the naked Miss Proctor, who was gently applying cold cream to the grateful nymphs red cheeks.

He looked down the room and noted there was a bed with white silk sheets at the other end with chairs arranged either side of it. Miss Hunter saw him glance at the bed whispered encouragement to him;

"When you have administered the five strokes we will all go down there; everything will be ok, trust me" he was not sure what she meant but was compelled to do as she asked, and was eased by the enthusiastic atmosphere of those in attendance. Miss Hunter strutted over to Abigail and rubbed her hand on the delightfully exposed cheeks. He noticed the sweet sex of the red-head quiver and protrude as her mistress taunted her;

"Abigail Fisher, you have been a very bad girl indeed. You have been deceitful to a man who is now in my employ. What should we have him do?"

The sweet waif flexed her slender arms and legs against the tension of the silken cords that bound her, her white flesh glowed against the soft black leather, Miss Hunter pulled her soft red hair away from her back and laid it over her shoulder.

"Please may he cane me, Miss Hunter" The two attendants discretely fondled themselves as the spectacle unfolded.

"How many strokes are you owed" Said Miss Hunter.

"I should want five; Miss Proctor has shown me one already" said the captive, flexing her bottom as she eyed the hairy middle-aged man with arms which were a great deal more muscular than either of the women who had both enjoyed caning her before. His cock bobbed as he watched that sweet bottom quiver.

"You shall have six! Our new man was cheated of the first; we cannot have that, can we?"

"Oh yes please", said Abigail, rubbing her face impatiently on the soft leather chair. She looked at him as he came closer to her; she looked up almost lovingly at him. He could sense she was scared, but this seemed to excite her all the more.

"Oh Miss; I think I may wet myself", she pleaded with a studied tone of embarrassment.

"You know if you do you shall suffer an extra stroke!" said Miss Hunter, in a studied assertive tone, as she smiled at the waif as if to congratulate her. She stood back.

"Cane her!" She commanded. He faltered as he lifted for the first stroke; he was not sure that he really wanted to do this- the form before him was the epitome of innocence and it wrangled with his conscience. She looked up at him and pushed her little round white bottom as far up as she could manage.

"Can me, I beg you!" she cried out with impatience; he brought the cane down with a whoosh that was delicious to her ears. He struck her just above the line of her thighs at the lowest part of her bottom. She squealed with pain and her bottom flexed for the second time that day, but this time she felt a hidden ecstasy too. He was caning her, and she knew what was to follow.

He brought it down again, this time cutting a perfect line mid buttocks which produced just as excited a squeal as the smart line of impact blushed from pink to bright red. She sobbed with joy and pain as she watched him flex again. The third stroke bit home with the most elegant of deliveries; the two mistresses clapped at his accomplishment as her bottom lifted and splayed as she enjoyed the kiss of the rattan.

Whoosh! The fourth had the tears dripping from the poor waif's face, and he noticed her sex was almost as equally moist. The fifth had her buck as the tensioners loosened slightly with her punished reactions. She sobbed and never took her eyes from him until the point of Impact. Her bottom glowed.

He was beginning to enjoy tormenting her now, and the ladies clicked away with cameras. He knew they had him now, with all that evidence. He lifted his arm for the sixth and final stroke; he would make her pay for her deceit. She looked away from him and lifted her head and whimpered as the cane cut through the air to meet its soft reward. Whup! She wailed and looked at Miss Hunter; the waif's sweet little womanhood bulged and she gushed a stream of hot pee which trickled down the black leather. Miss Hunter crossed her arms and smiled at him;

"She has earned a seventh stroke; make her pay dearly for wetting my furniture!"

Whoosh! He delivered a seventh with some venom; the flexible demon bit home once more and her buttocks squirted the pee as she flexed for the final time and cried uncontrollably.

He turned and wanted to throw the cane. Though his aroused state and an inner carnal sense had taken control at the deliciously submissive site before him, he was truly ashamed with himself now. He had indulged a base pleasure to fulfilment and was thoroughly displeased with himself as Abigail sobbed as she was released from her torment. Miss Hunter carried on smiling and took the cane from him. She held him with one hand and toyed with his now flaccid cock with the other.

"Look" she said. Abigail was walking toward him, still snivelling but smiling through her tears which were subsiding already. She knelt down and kissed his feet.

"Thank you for my first caning from you" she said sweetly. His cock roused again as Miss Hunter caressed it and he viewed the submissive ginger girl before him. She stood up again and Miss Hunter turned to allow the soft girl tip-toe and press her sweet body against his hairy torso. He squeezed her; she whimpered again slightly as he squeezed he punished little bottom involuntarily.

"Come" said Miss Hunter and she walked them down to the bed, which he noted was elevated somewhat. Miss Hunter spoke;

"Are you ready to reward Him Abigail?" 

"Oh yes please Miss" she said as she eagerly climbed onto the soft cool white silk sheets. Miss Hunter toyed with his cock once more which was now rigid. She stood him at the end of the bed and elevated it a little more with a foot-pedal.

Abigail knelt before him on the bed as the small audience took their places in the chairs next to it; the two mistresses taking one of the attendant waifs each, placing their hands down to pleasure the young ladies during the show. Cindy was allowed to stand naked, side on, and she eyed the large male and her friend expectantly whilst rubbing away between her legs.

Abigail looked sweetly up at him;

"I am yours now, and I shall pleasure you"; she lay face down on the soft sheets, her eyes fixed on his manhood as she lifted her lower legs, put her arms back and held her ankles. Her sweet slender white arms accentuating the red stripes he had left across her bottom.

She looked up at him and opened her mouth. He moved forward and her sweet red lips took him in. He shuddered as her hot little mouth sucked and squeezed over his glans and took the length of his cock in and out. He felt the ecstasy of the movement within her mouth and looked down at her act of complete submission; he thought of the caning and viewed her sweet tormented cheeks; he put his hand behind her head and she looked up with those adorable blue eyes.

Cindy sighed and keeled in upon herself as she could hold back no longer. Nor could he; his knees and lower body trembled as he spurted in absolute ecstasy. He looked down to see her look up with eyes as pleased as punch. He felt her swallowing as he gave her more and more and only a little dribbled from the edge of her mouth.

The two waifs moaned as the two mistresses delighted in watching their pleasure. This had been a good day's work thought Miss Hunter. She and Miss Proctor both stood and held him either side as he withdrew, with Abigail looking up at him with bright blue eyes, her face beaming with satisfaction.

They knew he was in a state of shock; if he had not it would have been a miracle. He was unsure of foot as he looked down at her half-smiling, half incensed at what he had allowed himself to do.

She moved from the bed and wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him; a sticky salty remnant from the performance stuck between their lips as she drew away, blushing at her faux pas. He wiped his lips and smiled back at her; now he just wanted to comfort the vulnerable creature.

"Suite Three; we will allow him to come up to you shortly, after we have refreshed him and had a little talk about his appointment in the West lounge" said Miss Hunter. Abigail looked thrilled and then looked longingly at him as she made haste toward the oaken stairway he espied through an inner door; the other young ladies were ushered after her to their respective sleeping quarters.

He was walked slowly along the hall by the two women and into a large lounge with high ceilings and comfortable looking leather seating. Miss Proctor took two silk kimonos from an ornate dresser by the door and slipped her curvaceous body into one. She passed a larger version to him and he gratefully covered his nakedness with it. He was sat in the middle of a huge and comfortable sofa and the two vixens sat either side of him, crossing their legs at an angle to him, making him feel captive and very comfortable at the same time.

Miss Hunter rang a little bell which was down the side of the sofa; from nowhere, yet another nubile red -headed and adorable young woman appeared; about 5'2" slightly built and dressed in a tight French maid's uniform. Like all the others, she looked more than pleased to be there.

"Bring a selection of alcoholic drinks please Fiona; our finest Jamaican Demerara for our new friend" she smiled as he looked at her in amazement. 

"Oh, I've been busy at your little house while you have been busy at The Noke" she placed her hand over his crotch and caressed him gently;

"As well as noting what you like to drink, I've had a look at your computer too – I know what else you like- it seems we have a lot in common." She took a sharp intake of breath as she thought of what she'd found, elevated her head slightly to look down on him wickedly. She teased his cock as she felt it rise with the thought that she had discovered he also had a strong desire for assertive women.

"I often use those sites to look for recruits here; just think, we may have already confessed our desires to each-other" she giggled. His cock went rigid at the thought; he could not quite take in what was happening to him, but he felt as great a desire for her as he had with Abigail; he now knew he was to pleasure them both in their own special ways. He was in danger of messing the kimono when young Fiona returned.

Miss Proctor poured the drinks as Miss Hunter surveyed her prey. Young Abigail had been a good judge and she was warming to him by the minute. She downed her drink and poured another large measure;

"You will return to the Noke tomorrow and perform your duties a double speed, then you will bring your van here and I will show you where I intend to keep you" the word 'keep' and the assertive way in which she delivered the sentence made his cock rigid;

"I said I would make you comfortable here and I will add my first personal touch to that promise tomorrow night" she said as she adjusted her shapely thighs to allow him a glance at more than he should see and poured him another large drink; he had consumed the first as if it had been the tiny swig the waif had blessed him with earlier- he felt the need for Dutch Courage in the presence of this formidable woman. As she passed the glass back to him she leaned forward and pressed her cheek against his;

"You drink that one swiftly too, no more for you tonight; someone is waiting eagerly for you upstairs and will not want you falling asleep as soon as you lie down. I will be very jealous tonight; tomorrow I will reveal more about your duties here and you'll see how a jealous women likes to be repaid" she smiled wickedly into his eyes and squeezed his cock with her free hand, kissed him then pushed the glass up to his stunned lips. He drank the rum down. She stood and pulled him up to his feet as Miss Proctor sat smiling knowingly at the two.

"Fiona, take him to Suite three, and no listening at the door!" the sweet young maid took his hand and happily led him away through the door and away up the stairs. She released his hand and moved a couple of steps ahead of him, mincing her delectable tight little bottom provocatively as she ascended the stairway.

The whole house had a sweet feminine scent to it; the legacy of it being inhabited by the throng of constantly semi-aroused women – their sweet scent having seemingly permeated the very fabric of the building. When she knew she was out of earshot as they cleared the landing, she suddenly stopped, faced him, and stretched up affectionately; arms about his neck –

"You are going to be Abigail's keeper aren't you. Please say you'll let me watch you please her one time; I'll do anything for you!" Both his mind and his cock boggled; 'keeper'- What could she mean? Just the same, the sweet smell and feel of a beautiful ginger French maid clinging to him could not be denied;

"Yes, of course, but not tonight" she giggled and planted a warm and wet kiss full on his lips; his erection boomed- he could have had her there and then on the hallway carpet.

She led him on to Suite Three. They stood by the door; Fiona looked forlorn and held his hand tightly she did not want to let go. He looked at her impatiently and a smile crept across her face; 

"If I'm disobedient will you spank me?" His head swam. She let go and put her arms behind her back, looking coyly at him;

"I shall come and see you in the grounds tomorrow" she said and walked slowly away, churning her pert bottom as she went.

He opened the door and was hit by an even sweeter smell than the fragrance outside. Soft lighting made it difficult for him to see; the carpet within the room was deep and soft, so soft he almost stumbled in the pile- the day's events had taken their toll on him but the expectation of what he would find drove him on.

As his eyes became fully accustomed to the light he saw that Suite Three was very darkly decorated and softly furnished; after what had occurred downstairs he perceived that this was some sort of 'recovery room'. There in the centre was a huge and inviting bed. In the centre of the bed lay Abigail, naked and uncovered; the soft cream coloured silk covered duvet piled behind her. She lay on her side facing him, her knees together and brought up under her chin displaying her sex and anus tantalisingly. As he grew nearer he could see her smiling softly at him; a single tear rolled from each blue eye and trickled down her soft white face into the red hair she lay on.

He knelt by the bed, overcome by the sweet innocence of the girl before him. It pained him to think that he had punished her so severely earlier, he wanted to apologise. She held out her hands to him.

"Oh please, don't make me wait any longer" she cried impatiently. He could not resist the yearning within him, part affection, part lust, and part pure carnal desire. His cock was fully erect but his first instinct was to comfort the gorgeously delectable waif. He climbed into the bed as she extended her legs and accepted him in a caress. He pulled the duvet over them as she urgently wrapped he arms and legs about him. He was struck by the unbelievable softness of her body, and her sweet musky scent was exhilarating.

She whimpered a little as their lips met and they indulged in a long and loving kiss. His cock bobbed up behind her little round buttocks and the softness of her cheeks made his glans pulse uncontrollably. As their lips parted she smiled contentedly and looked at him impishly;

"I was so close to pleasing myself, I thought you'd never come. I'm so ready for you" she took his hand and pulled it down toward her sex, as she did so she arched her bottom outwards and his ready cock flipped into the dimple of her anus. She took a sharp intake of breath and then giggled before continuing with her task; his hand felt a warm and inviting pussy that was moist and slippery. With his cock tight up against her arse and his hand on her sweet sex, he just wanted to eat her. She was driving him insane.

Now she knew he was there and was ready for her, a playful sense of innocence came across her; she did her best to look bewildered and scared;

"You're not going to fuck me are you; it won't hurt will it?" his cock was ready to explode. He pushed her back on the bed and held her wrists. His cock bobbed and slapped her delicate little stomach.

"You can tie me up first if you want" she said. This was all too much; they kissed again and as they did so, he moved himself down and probed until he felt the heavenly entrance to her soft womanhood. She opened her eyes wide and moaned in anticipation. He eased himself into the tight warmth of the sweet ginger nymph. He looked down at the pale red-headed angel below him, pinned to the bed by his bulk.

She looked up at him submissively and whimpered as she enjoyed his rapid and boisterous stokes. In a very short time indeed, she lifted her legs as erectly as she could and moaned in pure ecstasy as the waves of absolute pleasure washed over her. He grunted like an animal as like feelings coursed through his body and he pumped the warmth of his love into her. He had never experienced an emotion such as this before.

They kissed and cuddled and he held her tight against him until she should stay awake no more. Her soft warm breath pulsed against his chest rhythmically as she indulged in a deep and secure sleep. He wanted to keep her forever.

He awoke before her in the bright morning light, and as he wondered what the day would bring, her scent and tender vulnerability soon had his carnal side echoing the arousal of the birds that sang in the fresh morning air outside. The soft white body pressed against his could provide no other reaction than that which presented itself to him now. His erection, partly fuelled by a need to relieve his bladder, had made a comfortable and inviting home between her legs and nestled against the warmth of her sex.

She awoke with a start and squeezed her thighs together involuntarily. She giggled with joy as the realisation of the night before dawned upon her and she quickly turned and faced him, smiling like a child on Christmas morning. He welcomed her lips as they embraced in a deeply affectionate kiss. As she pulled her lips away her face slowly lost the smile and she bore a look of wanton anticipation. He felt his hand being pulled down to her crotch and as he caressed her little mound, it swelled delicately engulfing his fingers in a warm and slippery wetness.




Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 02



"I know I shan't be yours tonight; please give me something to help me through the night alone." She cast the duvet from the bed and lay face down on the silken sheets. For the first time since he had used the cane upon her bottom he now witnessed the red lines across her cute little cheeks. She place her arms under her hips and elevated that sweet little rear invitingly, spreading her legs as she did so and bringing her knees in slightly, exposing her moist pussy. He needed no further prompting.

He clutched her hips and brought her further up and probed her with his stiff cock. He pulled her back onto him as he gratefully slid his manhood into her warmth. She put her arms back and lay her shoulders and head flat against the bed in submission to him, as he generously penetrated his cock in up to the hilt and out to the glans and back again, over and over.

Her pussy dripped with excitement as he indulged himself once more and she deftly moved a hand under herself to further stimulate her clitoris. He watched her little striped bottom flex and spread as he pumped for all he was worth, as she began to moan on her journey to that heavenly goal. His torso tensed as he felt the first indications that he had reached that point of no return as he slapped back and forth against her submissive cheeks. She squealed and he moaned from the depth of his soul as he gave up his warm and welcome gift for her once more; she shuddered with the thrill of her submission and her legs tensed stiffly behind her as he lifted her middle from the bed in the throes of ecstasy.

They collapsed together and indulged in a warm caress for another half hour or so. He had to go.

He walked out through the door to the room he had first entered by the day before, claiming his khaki shorts as he went; they had been carefully displayed for his sight across the top of the chair he had utilised to such effect the evening before. He quickly made his way across the dewy lawn in the crisp morning air and shivered slightly as he went. 

As soon as he had crossed the boundary wall and headed toward his van, he had to think hard about what lay behind him; had this really happened? 

As per the suggestion of the delectable and assertive Miss Hunter- did she really exist? He toiled like a Trojan as soon as he had found himself a suitably thicker sweatshirt from the van and set about hacking the Knotweed down by the wall; the wall which he could not keep his eyes from. He could not rest from thinking about what lay beyond it.

By the time he had reached a stage whereby he was hot enough to discard the sweatshirt he had lain the entire Knotweed growth this side of the wall flat. He drove the van slowly past The Noke, tooting the horn as he passed the house to ensure he gained Mrs G-F's attention. She duly waved as he passed. On reaching the end of the driveway, he turned in the opposite direction from whence he had arrived a few days before and looped round to find the entrance to Red Gables.

Three or four minutes later he found himself driving down a well presented gravel driveway to the huge and still mysterious Red Gables. The front of the house seemed to smile invitingly at him as he approached and the drive branched away around the side of the ample property as he was drawn toward it, seemingly sucked in by what lay within.

He found a parking bay concealed from view at the side, concealed by a curve of mature oak trees; several other vehicles were parked there. He took an overnight bag which he kept in the van for those odd occasions when he would remain away from his home with him; toiletries and a change of casual clothes within.

As he walked across to the house another male, apparently a tradesman of some description appeared from a door. He looked at him stony faced, and somehow knowingly; trailing obediently behind him was a young nubile ginger female- as attractive as any of the others he had seen- she smiled courteously at him and kept pace with the overall clad male. He thought of Abigail and what Fiona had said, 'keeper'? Had he just witnessed another?

He was still dwelling on this point when he was distracted by a commotion which was occurring at the front of the house as he edged round the property. At the front of the house a large black car was stationed, engine running.

He froze as Miss Hunter, resplendent in black slacks which were tight around her full bottom, and a black chiffon top which revealed her mature and rounded breasts splendidly, walked two sweet red-heads toward two males who were no doubt the owners of the car. The two girls had their hair in pig-tails and were both adorned with red shoes and white calf-length socks. They both had frilled gingham skirts which were so short; their cute little pink panties were prominent for all to see. Both wore white silk blouses which magnified their picture of innocence.

The two men looked leeringly at them as they approached; the two girls stumbled on with Miss Hunter nervously.

Miss Hunter smiled at the girls as she gestured them on to the males. One of them took a girl and bundled her into the back seat of the car impatiently. The other was grabbed by the other male who smiled all the more leeringly at her. With his free hand he opened the boot of the car and produced some lengths of cord. He took her wrists behind her back and bound them. He bound her ankles too and then produced a large handkerchief from his coat pocket; he stuffed this into the fraught girl's mouth. He then picked her up and dumped her unceremoniously into the boot. Smiling intently, he then leant over and bound her; neck to knees. He slammed the boot shut and got into the driving seat.

As the car drove away, he saw the man in the rear put his hand behind the head of the girl sat next to him. He pulled her head down into his lap.

He turned the corner and Miss Hunter looked at his obviously concerned face and smiled;

"Don't worry. They will be back again before you know it; they will have a few tales to tell the other girls and will be the envy of Red Gables for at least fifteen minutes. One of those gentlemen is a barrister, the other a vicar."

She smiled at him and her words eased him a little- and she was that delectable; he was captivated.

"Oh, these slacks are too tight. Come now, you are going to help me out of them." He followed her through the front door like a lap dog. He was to do as he was told.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 03



He followed her through the house to a side door; she then led him down to a door in the side of the building facing a lawn. She opened it with one of a pair of keys, one she hang on a hook inside as she entered; the other she held close to her chest and smiled wistfully at him. 

"This is where I shall keep you. You are mine now." His cock bobbed at the words and she then led him through another door to an immense and comfortable bedroom adorned with large full length mirrors on the walls the bed was in the middle of the room and was decked with silky sheets. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. 

"Go and have a look round." He did as she said and ventured through the well-appointed apartment which had all mod cons and had obviously been recently decorated. As he returned to the bedroom he noted her sweet scent which had taken control of the atmosphere, as much as she now had control of him. Before he could comment on how pleased he was with the apartment she looked sternly at him with a half-smile.

"Take your clothes off and come an kneel in front of me." He looked at the supreme figure before him as he hurriedly removed his apparel, her full breasts rising and falling in the black chiffon as she watched him do as commanded. He knelt obediently before her, his arousal now very apparent. She toyed with his cock with one of her feet.

"Undo my slacks." She ordered. She giggled contemptuously as he fumbled with the button which was tight against her soft abdomen, which bulged just slightly in containing her feminine form. He undid the button at last and she put her arms back and wriggled, smiling and licking her lips as he pulled them free. She wore no panties.

He was overwhelmed by both her sweet feminine scent which was accentuated by her arousal and the view of the mature and full figured dominant woman. She lifted her legs together and to one side, giving him a clear view of her beautifully rounded rear, her sex and anus. She looked at him with a sneer.

"You'll not be allowed relief this morning, but you may look at me. I want you to think of me all day. If I think you deserve it, I may let you pleasure me this evening." He knelt before her and watched as she moved her thighs provocatively, making her womanhood quiver and bulge. He inhaled as hard as he could, trying to take in as much of her sweet scent as possible.

"During your visit to my room this evening we shall have a visitor; she may wish to have you visit her garden if she decides you are right for the job. This will form part of your work pattern here at Red Gables; when you've been here for a while you will have a greater understanding of how we work." Having teased him sufficiently she rolled back and sat with her legs crossed.

"Stand!" she commanded. He did so. She cupped his balls with her hand;

"These are mine now; I'll feel them again this evening-I will know if they've been used between now and then. If I think you've wasted yourself on one of the girls or on thoughts of what you've seen this morning, I shall not be pleased, and you shall not please me." She smiled wickedly at him and she stood up. He looked deep into her eyes and she his. She reached forward and pulled herself into him.

"You may kiss me now." She said in the softest voice he'd ever heard her use. He felt himself smile involuntarily as he detected the faintest of weaknesses in her. She pursed her lips and they indulged each other in a warm and tender kiss. His cock nestled against her middle and she pulled herself tight against him. Everything in his head seemed to swim as they lapsed into a warm moment of pure affection.

They parted slowly and her slow and unsure reactions seemed to confirm to her that something beyond the control of either of them existed. She looked at him in a way she had not before.

"You make sure you save everything you have for me this evening; I have a feeling I shall want some special comforting tonight." She then used all her all her self-control in an effort to return to her dominant and un-feeling exterior persona; she stepped into her slacks and quickly pulled them up, as though she were in danger of losing her self-control completely.

He turned and sniffed at her hair whilst she had her back to him. He wanted to hold her again so much. She turned suddenly and their lips almost met again. She stared wildly at him.

"Oh I shall make you pay for making me feel so strange" she said as he headed for the door.

"Main entrance- seven o'clock sharp; Fiona will bring you to my room." And out of the door she went.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply to try to retain the slightest essence of the glorious creature who had been there just seconds before. He missed her already; today would be the longest of his life.

He ventured to the kitchen area of the apartment to find a fridge stocked with all manner of morsels, He had just finished eating a rudimentary breakfast when a knock at his new front door aroused him to the existence of an outside world. He opened the door and there stood yet another red-headed temptress; this one was just as juvenile looking as the others and had deep brown eyes making it difficult to discern where iris and pupil met, giving the effect of the eyes of a lost puppy; this one was armed with very long and shapely legs, which were not hidden as her skirt was that short her panties were almost visible.

In the short time he'd been there, he had already become prepared for the open invitation of intimate contact that would no doubt issue forth at some point from the delectable female who stood there. She smiled and oozed soft innocence which he felt was already trying to grab him even before she had opened her mouth.

"Miss Proctor sent me; she gave me this list of duties for you." She handed him the paper and leaned forward as she did so arching her back to emphasise her neat little breasts and pointing the toes of her shoes in toward each other in an effort to appear naïve. She smiled at him; he smiled directly back and crossed his arms, then asked; "How old will you be on your next birthday?" She looked uncomfortable.

"Twenty-two." She said smirking, as though she'd had to confess she was about to claim her pension. He grabbed her in a full embrace; half squeezed the life out of her and planted a slobbering kiss full on her lips. She folded in his arms and he sat her on the pathway and walked off with the duty list. She sat dazed and watched him head towards the rear gardens.

The tasks he had would help the day pass that much quicker and would keep him from distractions such as the task list delivery girl- or so he thought.

On approaching the walled greenhouse enclosure he was greeted by two naked girls lying face down on the lawn in the sun reading books, away from the chance of any chill breeze in the walled confinement. He did his best to ignore them and began to tidy within the heat of one of the greenhouses. He had been at the task for no longer than a couple of minutes when one of the two approached him. She had covered herself with a thin white sheet which barely hid anything other than her breasts and sex. 

"Please can you help me with this part of the book? I can sit in your lap so we'll be comfortable if you like." Her companion lay there now facing him whilst openly displaying her nakedness, grinning at him eagerly. The sultry vixen before him touched his arm softly and spoke again.

"It's ok; both Miss Hunter and Miss Proctor are both out and will be away from Red Gables for a couple of hours at least; we know where the head girls are too!" He had wondered why these two were so blatant in the light of what he had seen on the wall the day before.

The demon rose in his loins as he looked at the ginger temptress; thank god she'd mentioned Miss Hunter- the vision and promise earlier struck him. Though he knew a little 'relief' would probably not affect his performance this evening- whatever that was to entail-he knew she'd know. She had such power over him already, and he could not help but enjoy the feeling. He would be strong for her.

Not wishing to hurt the girl's feelings he told her today was just not on, he had too much to do that day though he would be happy to help her with her reading on another occasion. As a token gesture to show her that she was appreciated, he placed his hand warmly behind her neck, his thumb stroking her soft white cheek and took her into a kiss. He heard the book thump against the floor as the nymphet made the most of a simple kiss. She squeezed his arm tightly.

As they broke the footsteps of her friend grew nearer.

"Oh please, me too!" As her naked friend arrived he automatically to a step back; the first girl turned and bent over straight legged to retrieve her book, offering him yet another beautiful round arse to stash in his memory.

He tried not to caress the second girl who was very enthusiastic. For once he was glad to be fully clothed. She puckered invitingly and she gorged herself on the kiss; the lean youngster showing surprising strength as she pulled herself against him and his erect cock pressed against her lower belly through his shorts. After they broke the two girls looked longingly at him; pleased though obviously not sated.

He walked backwards a few steps, waved, then made his exit; he could not trust he would not succumb to temptation. Smiling to himself at this ridiculous predicament he broke into a jog and ran down the grounds in the direction of the boundary wall; surely he would be safe from any attention down there?

He paced through the odd copse and down through an area laid to natural pasture before the woods; a group of three small dishevelled wooden structures like stables or barns sat amongst the tranquillity of some ash and elderberry trees; a Robin sang out, announcing his territory to would be intruders.

He walked slowly up to the buildings, taking in the rural idyll, determined to rid his mind of thoughts of females for the next few hours. He sat on a stump next to the first wooden-slatted structure with a sigh of relief. He glanced about the expansive grounds, and not seeing another soul closed his eyes. I could see a carrot-top approaching at 1000 yards-even with my eyes closed-he laughed to himself.

He suddenly jumped; he definitely heard a muffled cry; there it was again- coming from within the structure. He looked through the gap in the slats and could detect movement coming from the central building. He stealthily moved round to find an entrance to the first and crept round in the direction of the noise, careful not to stumble on the agricultural objects which were strewn about the darkness of the barn. He reached the dividing wooden wall and peered through. His carnal senses returned immediately.

Fiona, the sweet French maid of the evening before was bound by her wrists to wall beams, whilst she lay on a dusty sheet over a circular hay bale; her feet elevated from the ground, panties hanging forlornly from one of her feet. Her sweet bottom exposed to the world was bright red and glowing. He could hear the poor girl whimpering through tears. Standing dominantly behind her was a tall and spiteful looking red-head, who he was to learn later, was a Miss Victoria Granger; Head-Girl and a firm favourite of Miss Proctor. She could be trusted amongst the males who inhabited the establishment as she had a keener interest in her own gender.Naturally spiteful too; this had been noted on her arrival at Red Gables and she had been nurtured by Miss Proctor, who also had more than a passing sexual interest in the younger females also.

'Vicky' was about 5 foot 9 inches and had a wicked feline shape about her. Though still very young, there was a mature edge about her disposition. She stood there; her panties also removed, nicely rounded breasts- the nipples from which poked erect through a tight white cotton top- a deep and cruel smile on her face.

She held her legs slightly apart and wielded a flat wooden implement, which may have been relieved from the bakery; ideal for inflicting pain upon a soft white bottom without leaving any lasting marks. Vicky was a picture of the naturally dominant red-headed female species in development. His erection was nearly out of the top of his shorts.

"I won't ask you again! Why were you waiting by the greenhouses? I know you were waiting for that new gardener-my sneaks heard you when you took him to Suite Three!" She grinned wickedly and took a step back, raising the paddle, and pausing in silence for a moment so as to take in the full enjoyment of the girl's torture as her bottom quivered and tensed in expectation of the inevitable stinging pain which would arrive at any moment.

'Thwack!' Fiona's poor little bottom flattened and bulged above and below the perimeter of the paddle as Vicky smiled and relished being her punisher. Fiona howled and then sobbed as her bottom throbbed with pain. He could see the redness of her eyes and the pitiful tears which flowed from her pretty face.

He was now in a deeply moral dilemma; this poor girl was being punished because of him! If he intervened and stopped the ginger virago from her actions, she would no doubt inform Miss Proctor of what had been overheard which would earn Fiona a formal caning. He clung to the dividing wall like a prisoner on death row.

"Tell me what Miss Proctor has had to say about me; you'll be sure to keep me in her good-books won't you?" Vicky knew that Fiona's duties had her in close attendance to the two Mistresses and often had access to information that no-one else could hear. She was often asked of her opinion by the two and would openly give her views on girls. Vicky had done well by her in the past, and craved the personal attention of Miss Proctor. . "Oh, she still favours you more the other Head-Girls, I'm sure of it, I'll mention you again at the first opportunity, I, I promise" faltered Fiona, hoping her pain was over.

Vicky then stepped up to the helpless girl, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to get a closer view of her torment. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the paddle.

"I think three more should do it. Then we'll let you thank me." Fiona sobbed like a baby.

"Please Miss Vicky, Please! Let me thank you now!" She bawled. This only fired the enthusiasm of the dominant and wicked Head-Girl. Victoria Granger stood dominantly over her submissive and pleading prey. Her now permanently pink bottom rose and fell as the target invited the spite of the alpha female. She would show her no mercy.

He felt a little easier now the head-Girl had seemingly let his conscience off the hook, but none the less; though his erection was rock solid with the carnal appreciation of what he was witnessing- his rational soul wanted the torment over. Once again he felt himself yearning to comfort yet another female; this one had been punished for him and had held out bravely.

'Thwack!' 'Thwack!' 'Thwack!' The three further strokes were delivered zealously and with a great deal of pleasure by the ginger vixen. As Fiona cried and whimpered with pain, she let her bladder go on the third and final stroke, a hot trickle running down the sheet in an involuntary act of submission; she had not planned this like his Abigail had the day before, she was truly broken.

She was still squirming and writhing in pain as Vicky untied her wrists which were carefully bound with cloth beneath the cord so as to leave no evidence of rope burns. Vicky eased the snivelling Fiona down, and both on their knees she inspected her wrists; spitting on them and rubbing them to ensure no marks were left. Vicky then sat back against the bale; careful to avoid the wet patch left by Fiona, who knelt watching her through tearful eyes. Vicky looked at Fiona with contempt, and athletically lifted her long slender legs up and back with deliberation and perfect poise. His erection pulsated once more as he viewed this pristine woman; her sex glistening with arousal, her cute brown anus also shiny with moisture.

"You may thank me now; be sure to lick my arse first- you've made me very sticky." He had a perfect view as the hapless Fiona cowered before the dominant woman.

She approached and crouched down on the sheet, extended her tongue and licked and probed at the delectably hot and sticky anus. He could only wonder at the taste and smell Fiona was enduring-or secretly enjoying. Vicky opened her mouth and looked down with a satisfied look as the defeated Fiona, pink bottom in the air, lapped and licked. Vicky was in complete control and she enjoyed this feeling to the full, as much as the sensation of the soft warm tongue which caressed and probed her rectum.

Vicky toyed with her clitoris and thought back to the bottom being spanked by her, making her juices flow, to be lapped as they dribbled down to the dimple below. "Pussy now!" She barked. Fiona lifted and Vicky put her hand behind her head and pulled the spluttering girl into her warmth. Satisfied she was now correctly positioned she then put her hands up behind the knees of those gloriously formed legs which pointed skywards. She looked victoriously down at Fiona.

"Lick harder you snivelling bitch, or I shall paddle you again!" She smiled with pleasure as the submissive girl lapped and licked with all her might, her pink bottom twitching nervously at the thought of the paddle. In no time at all, Vicky closed her eyes, pulled back those delectable legs and let out the most satisfied groans of absolute pleasure he had ever heard emitted from a woman. She relaxed and pulled the still lapping Fiona's head from her midst; she dare not stop till commanded.

Vicky slapped Fiona's still frightened face; the hapless girl knew to do exactly what Victoria Granger told her to do. She was not averse to dishing out another punishment at the slightest whim.

"Not bad; did you enjoy the taste of my sticky arse? My arse liked it." She taunted cruelly.

"Yes Miss Granger, it was a pleasure." Vicky slapped her face again, making the tears appear again on her sweet face. Vicky smirked in triumph at this. Fiona flinched, as Vicky suddenly stood up, retrieved her panties and skirt and adjusted herself with a look of contentment.

"Now you be sure to mention me to Miss Proctor, or I'll drop you in it for a proper caning. I know what you intended to do with that gardener. Stay here for ten minutes and compose yourself. Then you may leave." She strutted to the entrance, had a quick look about to see if the coast was clear, then walked smartly up the path toward the copse and Red Gables beyond. He watched her as the shapely figure even walked in a dominant fashion, slapping her thighs with the paddle as she went.

The next few moments were agony for him; Fiona lay curled in a ball on the floor of the building next to him, sobbing at her ordeal. The tall Dominant red-head walked casually but slowly away, but may look back at any moment to ensure Fiona had obeyed her command to stay. The only way into the building next door was through the path facing open door, and around to the next entrance. He thought about kicking the wooden slats through, but this would create too much noise. He viewed the tall ginger figure intensely from the side of the entrance.

As if by telepathy she paused and glanced back, then continued to stride forward. He was around and through the entrance where Fiona lay in an instant. He looked back; she still strode on up the path.

Fiona whimpered and cowered as she heard the footsteps close to her; she imagined Vicky had decided that more torment was in order. She inhaled sharply as she prepared to wail out a plea for mercy when a large hand cupped her mouth and chin. Her eyes gleamed and she cried all the more as the recognition hit her. She jumped up immediately into his arms and cried uncontrollably in the comfort and security that he offered her. They knelt down together and he gently toyed with her hair and kissed her sweet neck as she sobbed into his shoulder and squeezed him as hard she could. He rubbed her sore bottom gently and she relaxed it, allowing it's softness to be gently caressed by his large but gentle hand.




Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 03



They cuddled for another five minutes or so. He slipped her panties back on to her and adjusted her skirt. She shuddered as though cold, on this warm and humid day, and looked up at him adoringly; her frailty could not be denied. He picked her up and sat her in his arms, her arms about his neck, and slowly walked back up the path, making sure to go around the edge of boundary on leaving the copse to ensure they were not seen.

Her weight now too much to bear after travelling three quarters of the distance back to the house, he let her slide down onto her feet. He had told her about his chance encounter and how much of her torment he had witnessed.

"You are a brave girl, and I didn't want to see you suffer - you should have just told her; there would have been no dishonour in that." She smiled at him impishly, her tears now long gone. She put her arms about his middle and looked submissively up.

"Please tell me you were at least just a little bit excited about seeing me spanked; I'm almost enjoying remembering it now I know you were watching me. It's making my panties wet thinking about it. Don't you think that's a naughty thought? And you still OWE me a spanking don't you."

She took her hands from his waist and dropped her panties once more; the two were still some distance from the house but close enough to hear a shout.

"If you don't spank me here and now I'll scream and we'll both be in trouble." She said playfully yet demandingly, smiling coyly as she did so.

'What the hell?' He thought, he'd been just as tormented as her, and if this is what she wanted. He looked to ensure there was no-one nearby then manfully pulled her a few yards back into the undergrowth and sat on a stump. His erection was prominent through his shorts and he pulled her across him, making sure she had the benefit of his pulsating cock under her sex as she willingly lay down, presenting her already sore but adorable little arse to him.

She kicked her pure white legs a little in a mock escape attempt. She then rocked back and forth on his hard erection in anticipation of what was to come. He raised his hand and swallowed hard. She looked up at him sweetly and submissively.

"Please spank me sir, you know I deserve it." He slapped his hand down again and again; she made barely a whimper as he did not apply to much pressure but made sure her tender bottom smarted just the same. The pain was just enough to make her tears flow again, but this was more in joy as the spanking was more symbolic than punishing and she wanted to come desperately.

He slapped and slapped, her sweet bottom gently warming with each pat; the rich smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and his cock was bone hard. She thought of the paddling, the smell and taste of Vicky's arse and pussy and now the big hand in charge of her; she stiffened all over as her little clitoris could take no more of the bobbing over his rigid cock. She squealed in ecstasy as she indulged in her position of restraint over his lap, and thought of her earlier torment; he felt the wet warmth on his cock as her juices flowed.

God how he wished he could drop his shorts and impale her on his cock right up to the hilt. She relaxed and he turned her over, she thanked him warmly and he held her tightly as she sat in his lap. They just sat caressing, as if to absolve each other of what had happened during the day.

She suddenly smiled up at him and took his free hand to her sex and kissed him. He duly caressed her sex with his fingers until she tensed and moaned once more. She giggled.

"I still want to watch you and Abigail." She said cheekily.

"I know Abigail won't mind. She, I and Cindy are very good friends and we like to share." As he walked her back to the house, the thought of the three them in the bed with him all at once was left gnawing away at him.

Evening came at last he and returned eagerly to the entrance to meet Fiona, who would show him to Miss Hunter's room. He could see Fiona waiting by the door in her French maid outfit -- he could also see Miss Victoria Granger hovering in the hall. 

"Fancy seeing you here Fiona, have you been here since last night?" He joked. She clasped his hand and gave it an extra squeeze.

"Come with me sir." She said smiling more cheerfully than ever. Vicky looked most displeased.

"Hello Vicky." He said, winking at her as they passed. His hand was now being squeezed with all the might Fiona could muster. It was a much as she could do to stop herself from having a fit of giggles.

"How does he know my name?" Said Vicky out loud to herself. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into the garden in search of a suitable girl to torment.

Fiona led him upstairs. They came to a huge double oaken door. Fiona eyed the door, then him, her face now solemn. She tiptoed up and kissed him.

"I will speak to Abigail and Cindy tonight. I think it may be you who needs comfort when we next meet." He squeezed the sweet maid and ushered her away. He rang the bell, the door opened and he was summoned inside. The rooms were massive with high ceilings and fancy chandeliers.

"Come!" Beckoned a familiar and very sexy voice; a black gloved hand motioned to him through another doorway. He walked through with some trepidation, her sweet scent making him erect in an instant. He turned into the room where she awaited him. He was astounded yet again by her dress. She wore a full length black silk cape and small black mask over her eyes black stilettos were all that were visible below the billowing cape. Despite being almost shapeless in the cape she looked incredibly sexy and dominant. Regardless of what happened later that evening, he would retain that first memory and would no doubt masturbate endlessly over it.

She was so stunning. She looked at him without smiling. He then noticed another woman in the room. She was in her mid-fifties, plump and attractive, her ample thighs were crossed under a short skirt and her breasts protruded in a pointy fifties style bra. She smoked a cigarette from a cigarette holder which was a good foot long. 

"This is Miss Sabrina De Ville. She may wish to have your services if you perform well tonight." She swished her cape and he caught a glimpse of bare flesh underneath. His erection hardened. Miss De Ville licked her lips as she eyed him up and down and then spoke.

"Let's have your clothes of then, and come over so I can have a look at you." He removed his clothes and the two had a little giggle as his t-shirt hung momentarily on his erection as he dropped it in his haste.

"Come and kneel here." Said the plump and assertive guest, pointing to a spot authoritatively. He did as he was told.

"He's nice and obedient." She said as she stroked his shoulder and upper arm. "He's also very lithe for a middle aged man." She said smiling. "Is he eager to please?"

"Oh very much so." Said Miss Hunter as she brushed by him; the soft silk against his body and the sweet smell and sexy voice of Miss Hunter made his erection bone hard. He could not wait for her to cup his balls and ask if he'd retained what was now hers since this morning.

"Yes, yes, I think he'd look very good dressed and suspended." She smiled. He wondered what she could mean by this.

"Show me how he likes to please then I shall leave you to continue with his instruction. Have him wear the collar and leash I brought with me." Miss Hunter was delighted; she knew that the offer to wear her collar had as good as sealed the deal. She knew her gardener would enjoy the duties set out for him by Miss De Ville.

She walked dominantly up to him and took the white pearly collar from the table with matching white silken choker leash. He held back his head obediently as she smiled down at him and made him hers completely by fitting the collar. She tugged on the leash, making sure the choker mechanism worked. It did as he breath was cut short on being tugged. Both women smiled with erotic satisfaction at his position now. Miss De Ville produced a small golden dildo from her handbag, shifted her legs slightly and began to toy with herself.

"Let me see him please you now." She said, and Miss Hunter removed her cape and swished it over a chair. She was now naked apart from her mask. She sat on the chair now covered neatly with the black silk and lifted her legs over the arms, offering both other people in the room a full view of her womanly attributes. She pointed her finger at him and curled it back, gesturing him to come. He did so without any verbal command.

"Excellent!" Said Miss De Ville as she probed herself with the golden phallus. He knelt before her taking in her sweet scent and awaiting her command. She looked at him urgently and reeled him in with the leash.

"Lick my pussy." She commanded. He did so without any hesitation. What Miss de Ville could not see was the passion in his eyes as he looked into Miss Hunter's whilst savouring the taste and smell of this woman who he wanted to be owned by. He found this absolute heaven and she knew it. She looked back at his eyes with the faintest of smiles. She wanted him as much as he wanted her; there was no going back now, but she would punish him dearly for making her feel that way.

She closed her eyes and lifted her legs; she moaned sweetly as he pressed home with his tongue; he was disappointed she had arrived so quickly. She smiled at him and caressed the side of his head, momentarily forgetting Miss De Ville was watching. The older woman was panting and reaching her zenith also.

"Have him masturbate in front of you; I want to see his cream- I want to watch him lick it up after." 

"Do it!" Commanded Miss Hunter. As he willingly grabbed his cock she leant forward first and cupped his balls. His heart leapt at the gesture. She looked intently at him.

"Good boy; let's have your cream- I want a good show for Miss De Ville." She placed her hands behind her knees and looked dominantly at him, as he stroked his cock back and forth oblivious to the humiliation of being completely controlled by the two women.

Miss De Ville was all but anonymous to him now; he looked at his mistress intently as he summoned up the cream she desired. She smiled sweetly as she recognised the coming of his orgasm; he moaned and convulsed and was on the verge of blacking out with the intense pleasure which coursed through his body. This was in unison with the sperm coursing through him as he eyed the dominant woman before him. He bucked and shuddered as he spurted his hot mess into her crotch and lap, spurt after spurt. Miss De Ville moaned with relief at the spectacle; he had performed well.

She stood over the two as he lapped his own cum from the delectably body. Miss Hunter patted his head.

"Good boy. You shall be allowed to please me again later when our guest has gone." Miss De Ville adjusted herself then spoke.

"Thursday then; he and two girls; I'll be here at 10:30." Miss De Ville looked very pleased and the two shook hands as she left. She turned to her man who remained kneeling on the carpet.

"I'll teach you to shoot your mess all over your mistress!" She said as she strode up to him and gave him a choke on the leash. "You've not seen my bedroom yet, have you?"

TO BE CONTINUED...



Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 04



Her sense of mischief and dominance rankled with a feeling she could not quite control as Miss Hunter led her prize by his shiny new collar and white leash on to her bedroom. She was eager and he had a job maintaining any sort of dignity on all fours as she led him like a lamb to the slaughter. Though he had pleased her well a short time ago, she was very moist again now the business interest had left; now was the time for pure pleasure. He was also ready again; his erection returning almost immediately after he had given his all for her. Such was his attraction to her; she was supremely dominant and he so wanted to please her again. He too had recognised a passion which he did not understand fully, and had no intention whatsoever of trying to control. 

He tingled with anticipation as he watched the sumptuous cheeks and thighs of the dominant woman jiggle and wobble as she strode on toward the bedroom. She stopped at the door and turned and looked down at him with a strange hungry look, tensing her body and pulling his leash tight as she smiled her smile of contempt.

"We'll see who owns who." She sneered. There was never an ounce of doubt in his mind as to the answer to that. Her words made his cock and balls tingle and gave him that deeply erotic feeling of complete submission in the pit of his stomach. He would happily have masturbated for her again there and then. She flung the door open and tugged on his leash as she led him into the huge bedroom. It was magnificent. The massive room was decorated in pinks lilacs and blacks; a dream in women's décor. A huge chandelier gave a soft and sensual light to the room, and illuminated a huge bed with drapes at the head which hang down from ceiling level; black silk sheets shimmered on it, accompanied by an array of purple lilac and black silk covered pillows and cushions. The room just smelled of woman.

He would willingly stay captive in this room forever if only that were what she wanted.

She stopped by the edge of the bed, and with her back to him, turned her head as he knelt with his face just inches from her delectable cheeks.

"What do you think of my lair? You know you are very privileged to be here; I can't remember the last time I allowed a male in here, and I think that was just to help with the furnishings." She lifted her eyebrow at him and waited for a response.

"I think it's just beautiful; the most sensual and comfortable room I have ever seen." He could not help but be honest his words rang true as he spoke. She looked at him and smiled softly, she was slightly touched by his honesty and she liked to hear him speak – she did not know why. She tensed again as if to gain a grip.

"Do you see anything else close by that you might regard as beautiful?" She said as she bent ever so slightly and pushed her glorious arse out at him. He so wanted to be allowed to lick her again.

"Yes Miss Hunter; you are the most beautiful and commanding woman I have ever seen, I'll do anything for you." He spoke with obvious passion and his yearning for her was all too evident. She tingled at the control she had over him and the words which affirmed she now owned him. Her pussy quivered with anticipation.

"I think you missed a little of your warm and sticky gift earlier on." She giggled. She shuffled back slightly and he smiled involuntarily as she put her soft cheeks right up to his nose; her scent was heavenly. She bent forward with legs straight and slowly and deliberately moved her hands up, placed them softly on each cheek and slowly spread them like a blossoming flower. He was almost drowning in her feminine aroma.

"There, can you see? It's right in the middle there." She spoke in the softest voice he'd heard her use. The whole area before him glistened as her juices had run down and lubricated everywhere nicely.

"You may lick me clean now; just a taster though, we have a long evening before us." She giggled. He took a long inhalation of her scent as he eagerly went forward and placed his hot tongue into the dimple before him. She sighed softly as he lapped and probed as slowly as he could. He was thoroughly enjoying his submission to her and he wanted to stay there forever. His cock throbbed intensely and bobbed as she wiggled slightly to encourage the penetration of his tongue.

"Look in the mirrors." She said softly; "See how I have complete control over you; you like that don't you?-no need to answer, you just clean my arse like a good boy." He looked at her smiling back at him in the reflection of the many mirrors and was close to ejaculating at the sight. She spoke the truth and both he and she knew it. She allowed him another minute or so then gently eased away from him. He licked his lips.

"You will always feel the same way about me, however I feel about you, won't you?" She said sweetly.

"Yes Miss Hunter."

"Yes 'Mistress Elaine'." She said smiling at him; now with eyes that were somehow wide open as never before.

"Yes Mistress Elaine." He said, grateful to learn her name. He knew from that point on that she had feelings for him that were as special as he held for her. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs, offering the side of her foot to his mouth. He shuffled a little closer and held her heel as his instinctively licked he the main body of slender and beautifully pedicured foot. She looked contentedly down at him.

"Tomorrow I shall place your house on the market and the proceeds will be put into a secure account which you will not be able to reach without my permission. I intend to own you completely. You do want that don't you?" He looked up at her as she sat, her back and neck erect in a picture of supreme and haughty dominance, awaiting the affirmation as he knelt obediently before her. His cock pulsed at the thought of being completely and utterly dominated by this superior feminine creature.

"Yes Mistress Elaine, I want to be owned by you completely, I want you to take complete control of my life." She smiled serenely and victoriously.

"You may lick my calves now." He lifted her pure white leg gently and licked the silky white calf. She continued.

"I will allow you access to a little of the money, as you are to treat me to a trip to Nassau in the Bahamas. I have friends there who will be thrilled to meet you and will enjoy being pleasured by you; I do so want to show you off and share you with my friends!" Even the thought of his hard earned money being frittered away at the whim of this glorious woman made his cock rock hard, and the thought of being seen with her in any capacity would be an honour. He did not care if the entire world knew that she was in complete control of his life.

She pulled her leg away from him and moved up to the soft pillows at the top of the immense bed, which was at least twice the length and width of any conventional King Size. He remained kneeling.

"Up you come now, and lie down on your back; I want you to be nice and comfortable." He did so and lay there; his cock standing to attention. She nestled up beside him, resting on one arm. He marvelled at her beauty and lay there motionless and marvelled at her the beauty of her red hair in contrast with her soft white skin. She took her free hand and stroked his face then ran it down his neck and through the hair on his chest, rubbing him affectionately before gently sweeping her palm across his belly, and around the base of throbbing cock before sweetly cupping his balls once more.

"These are mine now." She whispered softly, he looked at her and noted she had become misty-eyed. Suddenly he wanted to kiss her again more than anything. She seemed to sense this and pulled her eyes away from him, tossing her head back and shaking her sensual red hair and making her mature breasts wobble deliciously. There was an obvious way to ensure he did not see her softness; she deftly wiped her eyes with her hand and stepped across him.

"I shall have my second pleasure of the evening now." She spoke in a voice which was intended to be commanding, but was slightly broken. The lips he could see now were not those had thought of a moment ago, but were just as inviting. She slowly descended on him and he took in the sweet feminine scent of her arousal as she gently touched down her warm and moist womanhood and he licked and tongued her sweet folds as she teased his cock with her sharply manicured nails. She rubbed gently back and forth and sighed softly; he felt her toy with the very end of his cock, her finger enjoying the slippery feeling as he oozed his lubrication prior to the ejaculation his balls yearned for. He fully expected her to enjoy his face to the full and allow him to disgrace himself in front of her once more; as a submissive this would be reward enough. Then she lifted from his face and turned.

"I want you inside me." She looked down and half smiled and impaled herself on his ready cock. She rode up and down and he started to buck also, she lowered herself down so her hair touched his face as he thrust again and again into her soft hot wetness; she moaned with pleasure and squeezed his arms tightly, then cried out in shear relief as she came. He pumped urgently as the waves of pleasure heralded his oncoming seed and he squeezed her cheeks against him as he gratefully pumped his warmth into her, enjoying a beautifully soft and comfortable orgasm.

She collapsed onto him and they squirmed together in the throes of ecstasy. Now he would enjoy the kiss he sought earlier; their lips met and the caressed for an eternity in a warm and succulent embrace. When they eventually broke he noticed her tears. She closed her eyes and they kissed again and again. He dabbed the tears for her eyes and she smiled wickedly once more.

"I shall have one of the Head-Girls' cane you while I watch for making me feel like this!" She said, and then she pulled him into another deep and sensual kiss. They caressed in the silky sheets until they slept. 

He was woken by her tugging on the leash with one hand, whilst caressing his hair with the other. A somewhat startled maid was stood holding a breakfast tray, and had wondered why the extra portions had been ordered this morning; now she knew. She had not seen another male in this room before and she gawked at him. He caught her eye and she smiled knowingly at him. Elaine coughed gently to regain her attention.

"No Fiona this morning, Sarah?" She drew her smiling eyes slowly way from him.

"Oh, she's being prepped about an event by Vicky Granger." He moved in the bed uncomfortably. A soft hand patted him down as if this were expected. Elaine looked at him mischievously then panned round to Sarah again.

"Ah, yes, she and Abigail are to be the guests of Miss De Ville tomorrow. I think Miss Proctor must have seen to it that her Vicky supervises them on the trip; I know how she favours the girl. Still the experience will do her good; it will inspire her imagination no end." As she said this she glanced at him occasionally and slid her hand under the sheets and played with his balls once more.

"Miss Granger comes on in leaps and bounds; she'll witness her first taste of true domination tomorrow." His cock stirred at the thought- what was to happen at Miss De Ville's? They ate their breakfast and drank coffee together. She spoke sternly and severely now, in an attempt to dislodge his mind from her softness the previous evening, and she wanted him to understand fully that she was to own him like a trinket.

"You will go to your house today. I will allow you to keep a chest of personal items, but you must forget everything else. Your old life is finished now; you will worship me now and are my property. You will live at Red Gables and will visit my rooms on many occasions for my pleasure, and to be introduced to other women who will be allowed to take you and own you for the day. I know you will enjoy this new life because you are a soft and submissive male, and I will take great enjoyment from owning you completely." He tingled at her words and she softened just slightly and pulled him close kissing him on the cheek, her nipples pert and firm as she squashed her breasts against him. She was tingling too as she enjoyed her domination of him and knew he was enjoying it too.

"Tomorrow you will meet our first client in Miss de Ville. I guarantee you will enjoy the experience, though Abigail and Fiona may need comforting afterwards. All three of you will come to my rooms tomorrow when you return to tell me all about it." You'll go to your house today and retrieve your things. I shall have it on the market within 24 hours and you will sign the forms to allow the sale; I will then take complete control of you forever. You may kiss me again now." She remained as stern as she could but he could feel her heart pounding in unison with his as they embraced. She pulled nervously away.

"Enough! You have lots to do, I shall see you again tomorrow when you report back. Be sure to be ready at the main entrance at 10:30." She let go of him almost reluctantly, looked somewhat wistfully at him and buried herself in the soft silky bedding. He left the bed, made his way back to the lounge, picked up his things and headed for the large oaken entrance door. As he was about to go he heard a voice behind him.

"Be sure to come to me tomorrow as soon as you arrive back, won't you?" He turned to see her standing there by the bedroom door covered with a silk sheet, her eyes glowing warmly, and her face almost expressionless. He smiled softly at her.

"I am yours Mistress Elaine; I want to be with you whenever you allow it. Nothing could stop me returning." She smiled and disappeared back into the bedroom.

He returned to his house and filed a suitcase with clothes and the few artefacts he possessed. He felt no urge whatsoever to stay. She was right; his life had changed forever- he could not believe it had been so uneventful before. He saw the note scribbled on the memo board next to the fridge; 'The Noke'. He clasped his hands and thanked his lucky stars he'd found that job. He left the small house forever, and headed back to Red Gables.

As he opened the door to his new life and as he placed the suitcase in the hall of his spacious apartment he noticed something on the floor of the entrance to the bedroom; a closer inspection revealed a pair of black tights. Nearer the bed were more tights and two pairs of panties in close proximity, plus other items of feminine clothing. His bed was occupied. He pulled back the duvet and two sweet red-heads lay face down in the pillows; they turned to reveal the faces of Abigail and Fiona.

"Please cuddle us before you go about your work, we're so scared about tomorrow." Abigail seemed genuinely spooked, it appeared she was not feigning as she had done so with him before. And Fiona's sweet brown eyes were tinged with red. He pulled off his clothes and was greeted into the bed by four slender white arms.

"What's wrong Fiona?" He asked as she squeezed tightly up to him. She lifted the sheets as she turned and poked her little bottom at him. A bright red stripe adorned it. She turned back with a tear rolling down her cheek. He kissed it away as she explained how she had earned the stripe, and cuddled her. Abigail stretched across and toyed with the frightened girl's hair.

"Granger gave it to me. She says Abigail and I will have plenty more tomorrow and we are to witness your pain as well. I'm so scared for you!" She wailed. He pulled her close into him and Abigail climbed across and cuddled her also. Looking into his eyes, her face fraught with worry; she did not know who to cuddle of the two. Fiona blurted out again.

"I've heard all sorts of rumours from girls who have been to Miss De Ville's; she is a wicked, wicked woman. Granger says De Ville hates men and we might not all return. Girls and males have gone missing before; we like you so much and we want you to stay and care for us." She sobbed hysterically; it was as much as the two could do to stem her tears, and Abigail began to well up as well. She clenched his arm with all her might.

"Look you two! Nothing is going to happen to me or you that we won't all survive. Whatever happens tomorrow, I guarantee we will all return here. Never mind Miss Victoria Granger; I intend to see that vicious bitch gets her come-uppance at some point – I know exactly where we will all be come late tomorrow evening. I have it on very good authority. Miss Granger may have her day with all of us tomorrow, but you must trust me, whatever we have to endure tomorrow." The two girls quietened and looked a little happier. He kissed them both, and as their mood relaxed they began to wrap their legs about him in the warmth of the bed. Abigail suddenly looked at him with wet eyes and her most submissive look.

"Fiona told me how you dealt with her yesterday; perhaps you should spank us both now for being so silly." He smiled and moved to the edge of the bed, putting her over his knee. Fiona waited eagerly for her turn.

He managed to get a fair bit of the mundane gardening work done that day, both at Red Gables and The Noke; he felt he had to earn his keep, even though he knew he was really being kept himself. He returned to the apartment to find Cindy had joined the two and all three were busy keeping each-other cheerful, on the surface anyhow. The three fussed about him all evening and snuggled into his bed with him. Though they smelt delicious and his cock was never less than semi-erect, they all spent a night of pure affection together and they promised each-other they would do this again on another occasion when there were no pressing engagements, and have a little more fun.

When they woke in the morning, they showered and ate, dressed in the clothes they had been told to wear and Cindy kissed them and promised to be waiting when they returned. He whispered in her ear as they left.

"Wait at the main entrance to the house." She looked a little puzzled but said ok.

At 10:30 they met with Vicky Granger as she was leaving the main entrance. She looked at the two girls with utter contempt and stood with legs slightly apart flexing a short cane between her hands. She also stood on black high heeled sandals from which perfectly pedicured red toenails peeped. Her long white legs were uncovered and she wore a tiny white skirt; the breeze lifted it occasionally revealing delightful pink panties. She wore a tight black silk blouse which pronounced the roundness of her slight but shapely breasts. Her red hair was pulled back tightly in a pony- tail, giving her mean face a wickedly dominant look. Her piercing brown eyes looked at him uncomfortably. She was on the threshold of mature womanhood and was still unsure of males; she took great pleasure from dominating the younger girls and would love to be allowed to please Miss Proctor, but was not sure if she wanted to dominate or submit to these physically strong but mentally weak animals.

She was to find out how she felt later, as Miss De Ville had promised she would be allowed to tease his manhood. He looked her in the eye and she tried to stare him out, but found herself smiling, and she looked sharply away, her pussy tingling. She could not make up her mind. Though she had not endeared herself to him because of his softness for the girls and her torment of them, he could not deny she was a supremely sexy woman and he was erect at the thought of what role she might play. Her dominance was unquestionable and he thought of her with the paddle, but he would also dearly love to see those long legs and the shapely arse that they led up to, strapped across a chair awaiting the cane. He was as mixed up about her as she was about him.

A Huge black limousine heralded the arrival of Miss De Ville. Her female chauffeur sat at the front, Miss De Ville sat at the very rear of the car. The rear compartment of which had seats facing each-other. The two frightened girls were sat with their backs to the chauffeur and strapped themselves in. They were kitted out with white ankle socks and red sandals; their panties were evident as they sat as their short skirts hid nothing. Their red gingham blouses which matched the skirts set off their pig tailed hair perfectly. They were the very picture of innocence. He was sat between Miss De Ville and the uncertain Vicky. As the car pulled off, the woman whose ample thighs clad in black stockings were shown to their full extent by her adoption of a short black dress, moved her crossed legs into him and put her arm about his neck.




Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 04



"You are in for a real treat today. I do so like to make a spectacle of mature males. I've seen how submissive you are. You will know pleasure like never before and before a little audience as well." She giggled and noted the erection in his loose leggings. She looked at Vicky who was enjoying her display of feminine dominance, took her hand and placed it firmly on the bulge in his leggings. At first Miss De Ville felt some resistance from Vicky's hand then she softly smiled as she gently squeezed and felt his manhood pulse rigidly at her touch.

"Good girl; you know Miss Proctor is anxious that you experience the submission of masculinity, see how he enjoys your teasing." He could not deny that he was enjoying her slender hand and the feeling of being used by a mature and a younger woman. He could also sense that Vicky was more relaxed too; she seemed to lean into him and he began to appreciate her scent for the first time. Miss De Ville turned her attention to the two younger girls who sat in silence, stony faced.

"Don't worry, we'll soon be there- I can't wait to have you two join in the fun!"

The car pulled into the driveway of another large detached house; a red brick Victorian residence, expansive and three stories high in places. The car pulled into a spacious garage and they got out and walked through a doorway in the garage wall and into the house. They were led by the plump woman into a large lounge which was finished in pure white and creams, almost blindingly. The furnishings were soft and fluffy; the floor covered with a deep pile white carpet adorned with many cream and white rugs. She sat her plump bottom in a white leather sofa and picked up a bamboo cane and looked at the two girls.

"You may discard your clothes now. Put them by the door and come and kneel together in front of me." The timid pair did as they were told, their milky white bodies trembling with fear as they knelt before her.

"Oh, they are so cute! I do so love to have girls from Red Gables all to myself." She walked round them looking very dominant indeed in her black stilettos and stockings with cane in hand. Abigail jumped as she rubbed he pure white rump with the end of the bamboo cane. She moved to Fiona and noted the contrasting red stripe.

"What's this? Have you been a bad girl?" 

"Yes Miss De Ville. Miss Granger said I'd earned it." Squeaked the poor girl; her voice breaking with fear. Miss De Ville looked at Vicky and then at Abigail's clean white cheeks.

"And does this one deserve a stripe too?"

"Oh, I should say so!" Said Vicky;

enthusiastically and cruelly. Miss De Ville put the cane under Abigail's chin and lifted her head.

"Stand up and bend over girl. I want to see you touch your toes." The poor girl stumbled to her feet and did as she was told. Her sweet little bottom jutted invitingly. Miss De Ville wasted no time. She smiled wickedly and gritted her teeth, swept her arm back up high, and relished the feeling of the impact as she brought the bamboo whistling down to meet the soft behind. Abigail yelped as the stick flexed around her bottom with a crack. Miss De Ville sighed with satisfaction; she loved inflicting pain. Abigail fell to her knees and cried into her hands. Vicky was just as delighted.

He was told to strip off, kneel, and remain where he was. The two girls were made to stand and Miss De Ville led them and Vicky into another room. They were gone for about ten minutes. When they returned they both eyed his naked body up and down. The brutal Miss Deville panted heavily, making her large breasts rise and fall. She looked sternly at him; a picture of feminine dominance.

"We will now prepare you for you for an act of humiliation and degradation you will never forget. Leash him!" Vicky stepped forward smiling and put a loose leash about his neck and tugged him forward on all fours. He looked up at the two contrasting dominant figures and wondered what lay ahead. His cock was rigid with excitement. He was led into a wet room; the two women sponged him down and lathered his body with foam. They made him stand while they shaved his legs and upper body. Miss De Ville took great delight in describing the technical names for the parts of his genitalia as the two shaved his cock and balls. His body was left completely hairless.

He was dried and before he was allowed to leave the room he was blindfolded. He was taken to another room where he could smell and hear the muffled whimpers of the two girls. He was sat on a bed; he felt something being put over his feet and pulled up his legs, like underpants. Then, what felt like long socks were pulled up his legs over his knees. His arms were placed through what felt like a harness, but he guessed what it was when he felt the warm softness to the front.

It was a bra. 

The women laughed as they filled it with silk panties to build a bust. He felt a small tight blouse being fitted; a wig went over his head. He was made to stand and a skirt was fitted. As they did this his cock was taped flat against his belly. He was then forced into tight shoes which killed his feet. He was moved round to face a wall. The blindfold was removed and a strange rubber mask with a doll like effeminate face was fitted to his face and tied behind. They walked him to the centre of the room. There on the floor were the two girls. They were trussed, head down, bottoms in the air, lashed to leg-spreaders; their sweet sexes open to invasion. They were ball gagged to keep them quiet. He noticed half the room was curtained off.

"What do you think of your man now?" taunted the wicked De Ville. Vicky giggled contemptuously. They had him walk about serving them with drinks and whipped his legs with canes as and when they pleased, they fussed about adjusting his bra and mad sure he was thoroughly humiliated. Eventually he was taken back to the room where the girls were. They sat in chairs and had him lick their feet in full view of the two girls. Then they blindfolded him again and he heard the swish of the curtain that divided the room being drawn back. He heard the suddenly frantic muffled noises of the ball gagged girls. He was led slowly forward up to steps and onto something which was none to steady. Then he felt a noose go over his neck, which was pulled taut from somewhere behind him.

He felt the stockings and the bra being adjusted. His hands were bound behind his back, his ankles were tied. The blindfold was removed. The noose was tight around his neck, the knot behind his head. Miss de Ville was now naked apart from stockings and stilettos; the plump assertive woman made his cock strain against the restrictive tape.

His feet teetered in the high heels on the stool he stood on. Vicky had removed her skirt and pink panties also. The two girls strained uncomfortably against their bonds. The whole situation was intimidating but deeply erotic. This was magnified tenfold by Miss De Ville's next, wicked, actions. She pulled a rope which was attached to the stool and smiled victoriously as he was left suspended; the taut rope ensuring his neck was not damaged, not immediately anyhow. He slowly began to choke. Then she removed a curtain behind her to reveal a mirrored wall; he saw his reflection for the first time. What looked like a tall woman, stiletto's – one now on the floor- white stockings up over the knees, tight skirt and blouse showing full breasts with long blonde hair, hung at the mercy of the rope. His erection was now pulsating at the sight. The rope squeezed tighter, the bindings rendered him helpless; was he to die as a woman? He desperately wanted to come.

Miss De Ville and Vicky now fitted strap-ons and moved behind the two girls; their tears flowed as they were mercilessly violated. Having had their fun there they returned to him as time was of the essence; he was finding it increasingly hard to breathe. Miss De Ville took a long and flexible cane from the wall and walked behind the hanging victim. Vicky carefully un-taped his cock and smiled up at him. He watched in the mirror as Miss De Ville delivered many stinging blows to his suspended body; it was as though he were witnessing someone else's punishment.

Vicky worked his cock generously. The chubby tormenter wielded the cane; he was on the verge of passing out when he gratefully reached his zenith and shot several loops of his sticky mess. Vicky laughed aloud at his humiliation. 

He felt himself being lowered back down to the floor. As he recovered he was led across to a chair. Miss De Ville lay back in it and brought up her legs.

"Now show your gratitude and lick me bitch!" He obliged her without hesitation. This woman had truly owned him and he would happily do anything for her now. He licked her hot slippery sex as she teased him with the cane. Vicky untied the two girls and had them take turns with her.

Later on when they had all cleaned up and dressed again Miss De Ville patted the two little girls and kissed them, giving them and Vicky gifts of expensive toiletries. She just looked sternly at him and smiled though.

"I shall have you again. I enjoyed your company very much." She let the chauffeur drive them home. The two girls were a little shell-shocked still, but were content to be cuddled by him in the car. Vicky smiled at him in a strange way; she had enjoyed her encounter, but was still unsure of what she felt.

They arrived back and Cindy embraced them at the main entrance. He took all three up to Elaine Hunter's rooms. She tried to look indifferent at their arrival but could see how drained they looked; she was well aware of the vigorous approach of Miss De Ville. She busied Cindy and Sarah in preparing some food and drink; after which Abigail Fiona and Cindy were put into one side of the vast bed and slept soundly. He did his best to give an account to Elaine; she put her hand to his lips.

"Tell me tomorrow." She said as she pulled him closer and led him to the soft inviting bed.

TO BE CONCLUDED



Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 05



He opened his eyes to see Elaine walking from the bed to the en-suite, and lifted himself to admire her naked, superb shape as she went. Soft giggling behind him made him turn; all three girls were back to their usual selves after the strange events of the day before. Abigail moved over in the bed and cuddled up to him; she giggled again as she rubbed his now smooth chest.

"You can laugh!" He said. She pulled herself up to face level with him and whispered.

"We were just saying; we've never seen Miss Hunter like this before. We've seen her with other men, but she has always had her fun and distanced herself from them; a little pleasure then strictly business -- males passed off to friends and clients. Cindy thinks she may have decided that it's time to settle down and keep one for herself --YOU!" The three giggled.

"I've certainly never seen her kiss a man, and we thought she was going to eat you last night; Abigail was SO jealous," said Fiona as Abigail poked her playfully. He could not but feel that they might be right. The three darted back across the bed as they heard Miss Hunter returning. All the bodies in the bed feigned slumber. She sat on the bed and bent down and kissed his cheek yet again; a half closed eye amongst the three girls witnessed it, and pinched the bottom nearest her. He opened his eyes as though it were for the first time that morning and looked at her as though she were the first and last woman he'd ever seen. This was partly to disguise the fact that he'd already been awake, and partly because he truly felt that way; she had changed his life and he was glad to be her property.

"I've decided I shall take you with me today; I'm going to introduce you to some friends who will be in Nassau when we go. I know they'd like to see who's kindly decided to pay for my trip on this occasion, and they have been keen to meet you since Miss de Ville put word on the grapevine. I take it you have recovered sufficiently." The three girls now stretched and muttered, announcing their wakening, and peeped out over the silky duvet.

"Yes Mistress Elaine, I will be very happy to accompany you." Soft giggles emanated from one of the three as he spoke. A soft smile and gentle blush appeared on the usually fiercely dominant woman's face as she looked at the girls from the corner of her eye.

"You will please always address me as 'Miss Hunter' when girls are present." The three strained to keep straight faces; they had never heard her name before; if he knew it, he must be here to stay.

"You girls go and wash now; don't you dare make a mess, or Miss Proctor shall hear of it." The three scurried off to freshen up and dress. She turned to him once more as he sat on the bed.

"You may kiss my feet now they've gone; I want you to remember your position in my household." He duly knelt and willingly kissed her feet. As he lifted his back and head she pulled him into her soft belly and played with his hair. It was apparent she was trying to remember herself just exactly of his position. Wherever it was, he loved it.

They were all in the lounge area a little later when Miss Proctor and Vicky arrived; their expressions were as though they'd just missed a show. Miss Hunter, Elaine, looked at Vicky suspiciously. She hoped the girl was not gossiping to her business partner unnecessarily. Miss Proctor looked her usual stern and vicious self; black jodhpurs today, riding crop in hand. She eyed the girls who moved behind the male figure as if to find shelter. Miss Hunter intervened.

"These three girls are to be excused duties today. Young Miss Granger will vouch for the actions of two of them yesterday; I've heard they excelled in their duties, and the third showed great support and assistance in their de-briefing afterwards." Miss Proctor's mood softened.

"Well done girls, we must all keep up the good reputation of Red Gables." Victoria Granger was deflated. She'd had her fun yesterday, but wanted to inflict more misery whilst it remained fresh in their memories. 'I'll have you down at the barn again before you know it.' She thought to herself. * * As they sat comfortably in the back of the car, she leaned forward and pulled the blind across to ensure the chauffeur was not bothered by what happened behind her. She pulled his head down to her crotch and spread her legs slightly, and caressed his hair as he inhaled her feminine scent once again.

"You will always know your place when amongst women. You know you are only fit to please us and must obey and submit at the slightest whim of feminine dominance." He was roused by her words but puzzled; she knew he was deeply submissive and recognised the superiority of all women, what could he possibly do to convince her more? He was pulled up and she looked at him starry eyed and looked as though she might cry. He held her close and they indulged yet again in a soft and luxuriant kiss. It was apparent she wanted to own him completely, yet something else owned both of them. When they parted lips he knelt in the foot well and stretched his arms down the sides of her thighs, adopting as submissive a pose as he could. He looked up at her.

"Just because I am your property and am worthless in the eyes of other women, does not mean that you cannot own my soul as well; I want to love you as well as worship you. Please don't be ashamed if you feel the same way too." She opened her arms and accepted him up. 

"Oh, I intend to keep you on a very short leash from now on." She said as she smiled through a tear and they held each other close once more. He smiled cheekily.

"I'm still owed a caning from a Head-Girl I do believe." He said as the car approached its destination and she had her toes sucked by her property. This helped her gain her composition once more; she wanted to be at her most dominant in the company of her friends.

The car arrived at a very large country mansion. They passed several people walking the vast lawns, doing various jobs as the car swept up the drive to the house. They stepped out and were greeted by a nicely plump lady of about 55 who was poured into a skin tight latex cat-suit; hair in a tight bun, horse-whip in hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I got carried away with my latest project; 'I'll have Agatha show you round to the summer lawn for cocktails." She then bent over at the top of the steps to place her whip on the floor, offering him a full view of her fully rounded rear end; the camel-toe of her large sex bulging in all its glory. She stood back up again and turned giving him a wicked smile and a wink.

"You must be Elaine's latest. You are cute aren't you? She said you were. If you're a good boy I may let you lick the inside of my cat-suit clean later." She said with a sneering giggle. Elaine tutted.

"Rosemary, you are such a tease. You know you have no need to put on such a show; you will be most welcome to sample him at any time whilst we're here." Rosemary stepped haughtily down the steps and rubbed his crotch as he duly stood to attention.

"In that case I shan't bother changing; you can help me out of this very sweaty latex a little later." His cock pulsated at the thought. Agatha arrived; she was a very feminine and shapely middle-aged woman with piercing green eyes which shone through horn-rim glasses. She had jet black hair and sported purple lipstick, wore a sleeveless black top with tight black leggings. She oozed natural feminine superiority.

"Hi Elaine, lovely to see you again; we're round the other side today." She looked at him with indifference flavoured with natural contempt for all males; "Is he yours or is he here to be put to work by Rosemary?"

"Oh, I own him." Said Elaine as Rosemary was suddenly reminded by Agatha's words and wobbled her delectably plump bottom speedily up the steps.

"I've left the poor boy trussed and gagged, upside down on the 'wheel', I hope he hasn't expired." She said as she disappeared hurriedly through the door. Agatha closed her eyes momentarily and looked to the sky in embarrassment before leading them round to the side of the house which was bathed in warm sunshine. She walked a couple of steps ahead and Elaine took the opportunity to squeeze his hand whilst unseen. She let go as they turned to face a party of five other middle-aged women sat in comfortable chairs around a low table in the shade of a large cedar of Lebanon.

They clapped their hands as the two approached. One of them who was dressed like a casual Lauren Bacall from a forties movie got up and walked over to greet them. She kissed Elaine then gave him all the attention; her long blonde hair waved around her back which was clad in a flimsy chiffon top; her slightly saggy yet very presentable and appealing breasts shone through tantalisingly. Her high waisted slacks emphasised her trim waist and confined her bottom tightly to great erotic effect, and also displayed her mound to the front. The legs were baggy all the way down and waved sexily as she moved. She held his upper arm and took a sniff at him.

"Does he like to lick? I hope he does." The other ladies laughed. 

"Prunella! Have you no shame whatsoever? At least let him sit before you have him naked and leashed!" Said a very slender woman, with a very sexy voice indeed, whose lengthy crossed legs wore a pair of wicked looking ankle boots with rudimentary spurs. He was ushered into a centrally position chair and was bathed in smiles and probing eyes. "I can see why you've chosen him." Said another full figured woman; a tight scarlet halter-neck dress displaying her huge breasts and prominent nipples magnificently. "He looks like he knows his place and is in nice shape for his age. I can't wait to see him paraded by Ella's African girls at Colonial Bay when she does her White Slavery show; someone is bound to offer you a very good price for him." He swallowed hard as his imagination took him far away from Elaine. "Oh, he's not for sale at any price." said Elaine automatically, without first thinking. He looked at her and she at him, then they both looked elsewhere and tried to look nonchalant. The ladies smiled and cooed amongst each other. Prunella clasped her hand with both hers and sighed.

"There's nothing wrong with keeping a 'special' at home with you, if you're lucky enough to find one. I'll be glad because I live nearby; you can send him to me for the odd weekend, I'm in love with him already!" A very plump lady with shocking ginger hair and freckles came and sat in his lap. She wiggled her huge bottom and fat thighs clad in a soft latex skirt on his erect and tortured cock. He was overwhelmed by the array of dominance and would willingly come for any of these women; this large and sensual woman put her arm around him and poked her heaving breasts into his face as she spoke.

"What have you done to our Elaine, you naughty boy? I've a good mind to whip you here on the lawn in front of all the ladies! I shan't stop until you confess what it is you've got." She giggled and he half hoped she'd keep to her word. She looked at him with eager eyes.

"I shall take great pleasure in having you submit to me when we're away; I'll teach you to mess with a woman's emotions." And she kissed him long and hard almost suffocating him. Elaine's blushes were saved by the re-emergence of Rosemary, having ensured her unseen slave was now safe-if not actually comfortable. She swept over to the table, her eyes fixed on him with a subtle yet wicked smile, she made sure everything she had wobbled and flexed before his eyes as she moved in to a seat close to him. Prunella looked at her latex clad friend with a little disgust.

"You could have changed before the cocktail party; you can't be comfortable dressed like that all evening and everybody is so keen to talk about our trip." Rosemary poked him with the handle end of the whip in order to gain his full attention, though this was hardly necessary as his mind was already inside the latex wrapping.

"Oh, I intend to change, but I shall need assistance in getting this second skin off me." She dropped her eyes and looked passively at Elaine; "Do you mind if I borrow your man for 15 minutes or so; both I and my suit will need a quick clean-up before we talk holidays; I can introduce myself to him properly as well" Elaine had resigned herself to Rosemary being the likely one to sample him at the party, not just because she owned this particular venue, but because she liked to own every male who came near the place and was an absolute nymphomaniac at times. She was insatiable; the hapless male she had referred to earlier was probably her second or third of the day, and she would have one trussed up somewhere within the house awaiting her bed-time.

To have a favourite of a friend was an extra special thrill for her and she could see he was overwhelmed by the company. A little discipline now from Rosemary would help him concentrate on what was being discussed later. She reverted to her most dominant self and looked sternly at him.

"Up you go then, be sure to do just as you are told and make good use of yourself for your host; when you come back you can kneel before me and tell us all of what use you've been put to." Rosemary walked to the French windows she had emerged from and turned and crossed her arms dominantly, as he meekly followed her. She smiled as he did as he was told, she was feeling very aroused.

"I do hope your tongue is in good order; you might have trouble holding a conversation later if it's not." The women laughed as he went by. They would all have their turn in tormenting him at some point. Rosemary led him through large and classically decorated hallways and up stairways adorned with huge oil paintings of various rural scenes and portraits of long dead ancestors, none of which he really noticed as he was transfixed by the globular bottom tightly held by squeaky black latex which was leading him to some humiliation and discipline. His cock was rock hard.

She took him into a room with a four poster bed and sat on the edge of it, slowly crossing her legs to allow him to enjoy the curve of her large thighs as she did so.

"Clothes off, then get over here. You are going to serve me well this evening. Kneel there." She pointed to a spot near the bed and got up, took a chair from dressing table and placed it in front of him. She looked at him and smiled. As she turned her back to the kneeling slave, straddled the chair and slowly eased her delectable bottom down onto the seat. The latex stretched and tensed about her beautiful crevices.

"Have you ever undressed an aroused dominant woman from her latex suit?" She said sneeringly.

"No Mistress Rosemary."

"You want to though, don't you?" She said as she rocked slowly back and forth in the chair, enjoying both the visual tease it offered him, and the beautiful tension of the tight latex on her sex.

"Yes Mistress, I do really want to help you undress." He said, yearning to be allowed to ejaculate on the shiny latex. She giggled with contempt.

"You realise I shall have to punish you afterwards as you will have seen me naked, and that is most undignified. You'll enjoy being caned by a large woman smelling of sticky rubber, won't you?" He could not wait to be punished.

"Yes please Mistress Rosemary, I will enjoy and be honoured to be caned by you." She tingled at his honest response and was close to bringing herself off in the tight latex.

"If you do just as you are told and take your punishment well, I may allow you to masturbate on my feet before you wash me. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes please Mistress Rosemary, I promise I'll serve you well." He almost cried the response out; she had teased him well and he was desperate to be owned and humiliated by her. She asked him to unzip her. He grasped the tab at the top of her neck and eased it down her back; as he came down with the zip, so she slowly raised her body and pointed her gloriously large yet feminine bottom at him. Her body was hot sticky and moist inside the suit, and as he helped peel it from her, he was bathed and overwhelmed in her rich and feminine scent. The aroma tripled in depth as he willingly peeled the lower part beyond the zip to reveal the soft globes of her bottom and sex. The succulent smell had him on the verge of orgasm; he could never have believed that such a simple act could be so deeply erotic.

She stood naked and magnificent before him; her high heels the only thing she had on. The mostly inside out latex now, almost steaming, below her on the floor. She faced him and spread her legs slightly. She was truly in heaven as she felt the complete control she had over him.

"Now you get down there and lick that suit clean. I want you to pay particular attention to the crotch area as that will be nice and messy; I've been SO hot and sweaty today." He went down immediately and enjoyed the rich tastes of the salty and sickly tangs and flavours of womanly essence as he viewed the feet and ankles of the superior woman as she towered above him. He was also in heaven, as he worshipped the latex and knew she would allow him to lick her clean when he'd done with the suit. His cock dribbled pre-cum as he set about completing the task with relish. He had to pick the suit up to finish the arms and legs and this allowed him a gratuitous glance at the superb woman's thighs and sex as she stood watching him complete the task to her satisfaction and waiting to truly dominate him.

He looked up at her like a dog that has just retrieved a stick when he reached the end of the sleeves. She smiled down at him then stepped back and sat in the chair. Her eyes remained firmly on him, smiling gently. She slowly raised her legs and held them there, showing him where his next tasks lie.

"Arse first." She commanded. He shuffled gratefully across on his knees and took in her sweet tangy scent as he licked her sticky anus. She cooed and laughed softly with contentment at the pleasure of having her arse licked and with the tremendous satisfaction of his humiliation, and her complete and utter domination of him. His cock throbbed as he enjoyed the same from his deeply submissive angle. He wanted to keep his tongue in her tight sticky anus forever. She grabbed his hair with a contemptuous tug and pulled him up to her hot and beautifully scented pussy. She was now dripping with arousal, and the taste of her fresh excitement blended nicely with the vintage muskiness of her latex entrapment.

He licked and sucked at the folds and depths then concentrated on the nub of her clitoris as she pulled him there and held him firm until his duty was done. She moaned in absolute ecstasy after just a couple of minutes and pissed in his face for good measure. He lapped as much of the golden liquid as he could before she ordered him to lie on the bed.

He lay there motionless; his cock pulsating on the soft duvet. He was aching for relief.

"Now you shall have the cane." She said, and without hesitating, brought a mean and flexible rattan down across his arse; it hurt like hell on the first two strokes, but by the fourth he was enjoying her infliction of pain. He was truly owned and thoroughly enjoying it. Though the tears rolled down his cheeks after six, he would willingly have had twice the punishment.

"Down you get. I know you want more but I shan't spoil you. When we are away, I promise I shall cane you again- and in front of the other women. I know you'll enjoy that." She said victoriously.

"You will kiss my feet and thank me." He got down from the bed, his arse stinging, and duly knelt before the magnificent dominatrix and kissed her feet. He looked up after ensuring he'd kissed both feet many times. She teased his aching cock with the cane that had punished him.

"Let's have your cream then- quickly! We have a party to attend!" She laughed at him as he looked up at her supreme body and stroked for all he was worth. She cut the air with the cane and held it in her hands flexing it impatiently. There on his knees in complete obedience and in awe of a vastly superior woman, he clenched in ecstasy as he shot his hot gift all over her feet and lower legs. She patted his back with the cane as he finished spurting.




Eradicating Knotweed Ch. 05



"Well done you sweet boy. Lick me clean, and let's have a nice shower together."

It was a somewhat calmer Rosemary who emerged from the French windows with a refreshed looking gardener around 30 minutes after. Elaine motioned to him to come over and tell all, as she had said she would ask of him; Rosemary looked at her and shook her head.

"Let him have a nice drink; he's earned it. I'll tell you about it later." Though some of the women were a little disappointed with this, they resolved to get down to talking about the trip to Nassau. Rosemary nestled down next to Elaine.

"I think I'm in need of a good gardener; some of the bushes need trimming. You don't know any especially good ones do you?" She said smiling. "I can see why you like to keep him near you at night; he's very special indeed. I'd like to acquire his services-about once a fortnight if that's ok?" Elaine smiled and affirmed he was available.

They all drank many cocktails and discussed the plans for the trip to 'Colonial Bay'. Though on the surface it was accepted that he was no more than baggage, the women seemed anxious to ensure he would be kept 'busy' at various times during the trip. Elaine held him close throughout the evening, and was happy when it was time to return to Red Gables. The other women seemed to fully understand how it was for Elaine, even if she did not; they made it quite plain that he would be a very welcome addition on their trip. * * * The next day, he found himself toiling against the Knotweed once more, down by the boundary wall at The Noke. He had managed to level all visible evidence of the nuisance and had done a good job of turning the ground over where it had been, though he knew the vigorous and adaptable weed would return. As he surveyed the area a voice rang out.

"Can I offer you a drink Sir?" There on the wall sat Abigail, smiling. He walked up the fallen tree once more and sat with her. They decided they'd walk back to Red Gables through the less well walked parts of the grounds and came across the barn where he had seen Fiona that day. As they approached quietly hand in hand the serenity of the moment was interrupted by muffled cries once more. 'Not poor Fiona again? 'He thought as they tiptoed into the barn next door.

Through the slats they saw Miss Victoria Granger again, but this time it was her who was bound over the cloth covered round hay bale. Her long and luxuriant slender white legs all the more beautiful as she teetered on tiptoe; her arms bound by her sides, a rope about her neck tethering her to the wooden beam she faced. Several red lines blushed against the whiteness of her cheeks, as her bottom quivered in anticipation of what may come next. There in her most glorious dominant form stood Miss Proctor. It seemed Vicky had now gained the complete attention of the woman she most desired. The superb woman was naked except for thigh length black boots. They had a grandstand view of the proceedings from where they knelt behind the adjoining wall and his cock rose at the sight of Miss Proctor's sumptuous rear as she walked over to Vicky, cane in hand.

"It's time for our pleasure now, isn't it my sweet one?' Said the wickedly dominant middle-aged woman; she started to caress Vicky's sex and bottom.

"Yes Madame Beatrice, please take me now, I want you to enjoy me." He had to place his hand firmly across Abigail's mouth as he sensed she was about to blurt the name out audibly; they looked at each other in amusement through stifled giggles --'Beatrice!'-no wonder she was known as Miss Proctor. The humour did not last long though, as the actions of Miss Beatrice Proctor ensured the eroticism of the situation soon took command once more.

She slid two fingers into Vicky's pert little bottom and the Head-Girl whimpered partly with pain, partly with pleasure. Miss Proctor removed her fingers and dabbed them into a small tub of something which sat on a surface nearby, with other implements they could not quite make out, from where they were stationed next door. Her fingers glistened in the shafts of sunlight which pierced the barn through the many gaps in the old building. This was obviously a lubricant of some sort. They could just make out a smile on Vicky's face and she sighed as Miss Proctor, who was also smiling with pleasure, slipped her fingers back and forth into Vicky's no doubt tight little anus; she was ensuring it was nice and slippery in there. She took a sizeable vibrator and switched it on; the delicate buzz was just audible. She rubbed it against Vicky's lips.

"That's it, good girl. You kiss 'Missy'; are you ready for her?" Vicky pushed her bottom out impatiently.

"Oh yes please Madame Beatrice, please let 'Missy' have me now!" Miss Proctor duly slipped the buzzing toy deep into Vicky's eager pussy which unlike her anus needed no artificial lubrication; they could see her glistening from where they were. Miss Proctor deftly anchored the loop attached to the hilt of the toy to the bale; ensuring it stayed in its cosy moist haven. She then turned it off; she would not have Vicky come before she was good and ready. Vicky started to buck with excitement her delicious legs and arse flexing and tensing with the promise of something else to come. Miss Proctor seemed to pause purposely, teasing the bound beauty. She then moved toward the hidden implements.

"Are you ready for 'Bertha' Miss Granger?" Vicky tensed as though electrified, and blurted out her response impatiently.

"Yes please Madame Beatrice, please let 'Bertha' have me now!" Miss proctor chuckled with satisfaction and picked up a huge strap-on phallus which she poked into Vicky's mouth before fitting it, making her lick the mock glans, which she did with relish. After commending Vicky for doing so she strapped the phallus to her. This had a nicely hooked rear end which fitted the wearer's sex, ensuring equal satisfaction at both ends. They watched in anticipation as Miss Proctor winced with pleasure as the hooked end nestled against her clitoris as she strapped it firmly home. She sighed and wobbled slightly on her spikey boots as she applied a generous amount of lubricant; even this gentle action stimulated her sex wonderfully. She approached Vicky with the huge glistening weapon, and awoke 'Missy' from her slumber as she clicked the vibrator back on. Vicky moaned with excitement. Miss Proctor fingered Vicky's anus gently.

"Good girl, that's it, relax and we shall both have our pleasure." She eased the enormous phallus gently in. Both women moaned in unison as they began their journey to a wonderful climax. He felt his trouser button being undone, and looked down to see Abigail's panties were around her knees. They smiled softly at each-other and crossed arms as he obliged her, and she him; the two women would never hear any involuntary noise made by the two hidden onlookers; they were locked in ecstasy and moaned, panted, and whimpered in their own heavenly universe. Miss Proctor thrust commandingly back and forth; Vicky's tormented anus looking as though it might split at any moment, so tight was the fit. Equally, the hook end bit home around Madame's clitoris delightfully and she had twice the pleasure as she enjoyed her dominance over the girl and had the physical stimulus too.

Vicky indulged in sweet submission for once; she was bound and helpless; the vibrator buzzed at her clitoris which was humped back and forth into the bale, and the sweet pain of the intrusion was absolute heaven. He was the first of the four to come; the sweet little hand that stroked the only natural phallus in attendance did its job very well. He gratefully spent his seed in spurts which dribbled down the woodwork as he took in the erotic scene being played out before him. Abigail smiled with satisfaction as he came and let his cock go only when she was sure he had the full pleasure from it. She gratefully licked the sticky cream that remained on her hand, as he rubbed her moist little sex with extra vigour. He squeezed her close as she came swiftly after him, moaning softly and sweetly in his ear.

The two participants in the main attraction bucked and moaned as they both achieved warmly appreciated orgasms. The two next door quickly made their exit as the crescendo was announced by the two satisfied women; they would not stay for an encore.

As they approached the house, a troop of young red headed ladies went by having finished some lecture or other; two of them peeled away on seeing Abigail and the gardener -- Fiona and Cindy. 

"Have I got a story to tell you!" said Abigail, her face beaming like a six year old at Christmas. He kissed her cheek and left her and the girls to gossip. He made for his apartment and went in. He got straight into the shower, shaved and went to the bedroom to change.

There on the bed, fast asleep, was Elaine. On the bed next to her were tickets to 'Lynden Pindling International Airport': Nassau. She looked just as tantalising when asleep; he lay down on the bed next to her and softly kissed this woman with whom he was very comfortable with the idea of her having complete control of him. Her eyes opened and she put her arms around him. She looked at him, smiling, as if she were to make an announcement.

"I've not slept like that in years; I've been so wrapped up with running this place, I've let time pass by me. Something has happened to me recently which I could never have imagined would occur so late in life; I've become so hardened to life with business and my obvious persona which does not normally allow softness into my relationships. The reason I've been able to sleep so well is because I've come to terms with something at long last." She smiled and knelt up on the bed, pulling him up with her. Her eyes were a little watery once more and he gratefully took her into a warm and sensual kiss. When they parted she squeezed him hard.

"You've seen the tickets; I've had a discussion with the women you met yesterday, and there is something else we shall be doing together when we are away. You'll be moving into my apartment when we return. You see, I've decided that you will marry me whilst we are away. It will be a proper dominatrix wedding; you will give your vows as normal for the sake of legalities, then you'll give a few more which are more in keeping with our society and the fact that I own you. You will become 'Mr Hunter' of course- you will take my name, as I will be well and truly 'wearing the trousers' in our relationship. I take it you will be happy with that? it's too bad if you're not!" She said smiling as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

He kissed it away and put his head in her lap, kissing her thighs. Then he kissed her once more before asking;

"When do we go?"

The End?