2 comments/ 26646 views/ 2 favorites Tables Turned Ch. 01 By: mw0212 Chapter 1 – Beginnings Jack had only been with the company for two weeks but was already beginning to feel like a fish out of water. 24 years old, fresh out of university with a degree in business administration & finance and this was the big wide world... He thought back a few weeks & how he nervously waited outside the interview room like a worried schoolboy sat outside the headmasters office, and then bang. In the distance he could make out a tall slender figure striding towards him. As the figure got closer and he could make her out he felt his stomach twist & crunch in that never ending pang of gut wrenching desire. She was about 5'8, long deep red hair with piercing blue eyes surrounded by dark make up with pillar box red coloured lips. He could make out a black business suit under a long black leather trench coat that flowed with her sway of authority. Then it hit him. As his gaze lowered, he saw them. Black 'over the knee' stiletto leather boots with at least a 5 inch heel. Click-clack click-clack. The boots... Jack had been a boot admirer for as long as he could remember. His earliest recollection was a family get together over the holidays when he was 16. Mandy, who was Jacks 19 year old step cousin, wore some black cowboy boots all day long – he was sure she had caught him staring at her, more than once (did she?). That night, the adults all settled down for an evening of cards & wine whilst the children were all packed off to bed. Mandy had kindly agreed to share her sisters room so that Jack could use her room. After saying goodnight to the family, Jack found his way up to Mandy's room & started getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. Answering, Mandy apologised & said that she had forgotten to collect her pyjamas. As she took them from her drawer, she slipped off her boots & threw them on the floor outside her wardrobe. Slightly giggling, she said goodnight to Jack and closed the door as she left. Jack paused. Why was she giggling? He got changed into his shorts and got into bed. Laying there, Jack was feeling very strange. There was the pungent aroma of Mandy's perfume along with this strange other smell that was mesmerising him. Jack tossed & turned, struggling to settle when out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed the sole of a boot. Not able to take his eye off of it, Jack just stared. For about 20 minutes. A mixture of feelings & emotions were whirling through his mind when he could resist it no more. He quietly leapt out of bed and picked up a boot. Touching the black leather immediately sent a shiver down his back. He held it closer and deeply inhaled the aroma. It was intoxicating. Never before had Jack felt anything like this. The smell of leather combined with the smell of Mandy's feet had Jack feeling very dizzy – as though he was high on emotion. He picked up the other boot & inhaled. 'Hmmm. That's nice' he thought. As he run his hand all over the boot, Jack noticed the size was stamped onto the sole – 6 ½. 'I wonder' thought Jack, as he automatically lifted his foot to put it on. He was only a size 7. The boot went on, a little tight at the toes, but it was on! He tried the other & on it went. Wow, this felt good. Strange, but good. There had been a lot of stirring going on, now Jack was deeply aroused but worried. Nervously, he took them off and crept towards the door. Turning the lock, he felt better now he couldn't be suddenly interrupted. Jack opened the wardrobe to put the boots away but was hit by a stomach churning thump. Neatly arranged at the bottom of the wardrobe were 4 other pairs of boots. Immediately, Jack was on his knees pulling a pair out for inspection. Light brown, knee high pull ons, 2 inch stacked heel with a rounded toe. He sniffed the aroma. Mmmm, there it was again. The next pair were calf length 3 inch heel white stiletto's. The next were a dark brown pair of knee high chunky 3 inch heeled suede boots. These smelt different, almost musty. But nice. The last pair were black leather 4 inch stiletto heeled knee high lace up with a side zip. These were the best. Jack deeply inhaled. He had to try these on. They were very squished at the toe, but he managed to pull them on & quietly zip them up. Pulling himself up, he sat on the bed staring down at his booted feet. Almost automatically he grabbed the cowboy boots & started inhaling. Feelings stirred and Jack couldn't hold off anymore. As his lips softly brushed against the leather, the musky aroma of Mandy's feet was like a drug through his nose he felt himself cumming. Instantly he turned & stood, positioning himself so his knees balanced him against the bed as he shot a load of hot white cum all over the shaft of Mandy's cowboy boot. Shaking with excitement, quivering with relief, Jack felt amazing. He looked down at the black cowboy boots now covered in his own cum. He was sure there had never, ever, been this much before. Whether it was the feelings just experienced or not, Jack hadn't noticed but he was standing tall relatively comfortably in Mandy's 4 inch heeled boots. After cleaning up the cowboy boots with a damp towel from the wash basket, Jack neatly arranged the other pairs of boots back in the closet. He then sat to take the boots off, not resisting the urge to run his hands up & down them once more. After taking them off, he replaced them in the closet & crept into bed. Laying there with a huge smile on his face, it wasn't long before he drifted off – content & amazingly relaxed. The next morning Jack went down for breakfast to find Mandy sitting already dressed & eating. He warily glanced down at her feet to find she was wearing the lace up boots! 'Morning Sleepy Head' she said. 'Sleep well did you?'. 'Err, yes thanks. You?' Jack replied. 'Not too bad, although I missed my bed. At one stage I almost got up to come & join you just to keep warm!' Jack went a bright shade of scarlet as he bowed his head. 'You must have been out of it as you didn't notice me come in this morning to get my stuff' She said. 'Anyway, I'm off out. I'm off shopping with some girlfriends. I've just been paid & have seen a really sexy pair of boots that I must grab before they sell! By the way...' She said with a wry smile curling across her face, bending down to give him a peck on the cheek as if to say goodbye, then whispering into his ear 'Thank you for tidying up my boots for me. I hope you liked them as much as I do'. Jack was stunned. With that, she beamed a huge smile & went out of the back door. Jack smiled & thought to himself 'I suppose that's that then.' Jack hadn't seen Mandy since that morning. She had gotten herself a fantastic job in Manchester - something in fashion, and had moved away. He sat there in the corridor with a sly grin on his face. 'Peters?' Jack was startled. 'Are you Jack Peters?' It was her. The redhead was now standing over him. 'Err, yes. That's me' replied Jack 'You're here for the Assistant Finance Manager's Job? Well then, lets get this started shall we? I don't have all day' With that she turned & pushed open the office door, leading him in. 'Here goes' thought Jack nervously. To be continued... Tables Turned Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- First Impressions Jack followed the red head into the office and nervously looked around whilst she made herself comfortable. She removed her coat to reveal a sharp business suit with a white blouse & Jack could not help himself but to glance at her cleavage gaping through the top. As she sat at her desk she beckoned Jack to sit. As she sat opposite him at her desk, she delicately & slowly removed her black leather gloves (almost seductively thought Jack?) to reveal immaculately manicured long red painted nails which tentatively stroked the leather as they were being peeled off of her hands 'Coffee?' She asked 'Err, no thank you. I'm fine' he nervously replied 'Well I will. One thing you will learn about me is that Coffee is a big part of my daily schedule.' And with that she pressed a button on her phone which must have acted like an intercom. Without waiting for an answer, she snapped into it 'My usual, & make it quick'. 'Mental note with the coffee' thought Jack. 'Ok, well lets start then shall we? My name is Helena Sharp, but you can call me Miss Sharp' she said and without pausing continued 'Now tell me a little about yourself, your qualifications & experience' 'Well...' stammered Jack 'I finished my Uni degree in July & since then have been gaining practical experience in a placement at my Uncle's company. I assisted with the setting up & implementation of a new local radio station -- THB.FM, you might have heard of it?'. Jack was quietly confident that this would impress Miss Sharp, as the station launch had been a blaze of publicity & had been set up in record time coming in well under budget -- something of a local success story. 'I have your application & CV here & that sounds very impressive.' She replied. 'I had heard something about a new station, but this company prefers to focus on national & international media. We leave local media to the amateurs & has beens.' 'So, before we start the process off, I am going to tell you the finer details of the job & the expectations that I have of you' She said, as she glanced up from the papers in front of her & piercingly stared directly at him through her dark smokey eyes 'Is that understood?' 'Yes Miss Sharp' answered Jack 'Good. Now, the advertised position & job title is Assistant Finance Manager, for which the starting salary initially is £37,500 per year with other company perks & benefits which we shall discuss in detail at a future time. I am the Finance Manager, & you will report directly to me. The primary purpose of your position is to assist me by completing tasks & projects that I set you within the scheduled time scales, as well as any other menial jobs that may need attending to.' With that, she sat back in her chair & wryly crossed her legs so that one of her boots became visible out of the corner of Jack's eye & as she placed one of her hands on her knee's -- tenderly yet inadvertently, starting to stroke the top's of the leather with her red nails. 'Is that understood so far?' she finished, with a glazed twinkle in her eye & a mesmerising smile starting to appear across her succulent red lips. 'Yessss, Miss Sharp. That all sounds fantastic' Stammered Jack, almost drunk with excitement & exhilerence. 'We will also shortly be implementing a new IT system, with digital conference accessibility & wireless stations placed all on this floor. This will need to be project managed by myself, with my new assistant overseeing implementation & set-up. How are your IT skills Mr. Peters?' she asked 'Good Miss Sharp. As an extension of my Uni degree, I undertook advanced IT programming & data transfer management to central servers, linking to a central HUB providing online access & broadcasting.' Jack replied. This was one subject that he had confidence in. If he could impress her with his IT know, this could be his ticket to a well paid job with instant benefits! 'Excellent. Well, it sounds as though you know what you are talking about. It will be a double win for me to have you Mr. Peters as unfortunately, my own IT skills are a little vague. I can use office functions & know my way around basic operating system. It would seem that you were meant for me Mr. Peters.' With that she reached out a hand. Jack did not know whether to shake it or kiss it. He gingerly took her hand in his and tenderly shook. 'Good. Well, it is Friday afternoon & that is me done for the weekend. I am sorry to cut this short, but I must be going. I have to head to my stables as I have an urgent task to take care of. I have a riding competition this weekend & must prepare.' She snapped. 'A riding competition!' Jack thought. Suddenly, the images of Miss Sharp in full riding attire drifted into his mind. 'No, that's no problem. Do you need any help at all?' Jack stumbled as the last sentence left his lips. He was sure it was wrong. No, he knew it was wrong -- she would think it very strange that an interviewee would offer help in this way? 'Actually, you can assist me to my car with some items. Consider it your first task!' she exclaimed as she pointed to two brown paper shopping bags & an oblong shaped box. 'There, take those & follow me' she said as she was finishing putting her coat & gloves back on. As they left the office, Jack loitered behind watching & admiring. As they stepped into the elevator Jack became entranced by the combination of the smell of musky leather & her sweet scented perfume. His head was swimming with all sorts of dreams when suddenly there was a 'Ping' and the elevator doors opened. Miss Sharp led the way, with Jack gladly following, to a small but sparkling convertible. 'Put those in the trunk' she said as the trunk popped open automatically. As Jack lowered the bags & box, the lid came ajar & he could see a pair of shiny polished riding boots. Miss Sharp was doing something inside the car, so Jack gingerly lent forward and quickly sniffed the riding boot. 'Hmmm, recently used' he thought as he inhaled the musky aroma. He quickly gave the toe of the boot a kiss then slipped the lid back on & shut the trunk. As he stepped around towards the drivers door, he noticed that Miss Sharp had one leg in & one leg out of the car as she fiddled with something in her handbag. Transfixed on her long booted leg, he glanced upwards to see the split in her skirt revealed a silky stocking top & suspender clasp. Mesmerised, he stood there for what seemed like an eternity. 'Lift?' Suddenly he was snapped back to reality. He must have looked extremely guilty & could feel himself turning bright red again. 'I'm sorry?' he babbled 'Do you want a lift. Where are you headed?' She snapped, as though in a rush. 'Err, I'm heading home -- to Ashcroft' he answered. 'Get in. I'm going straight to the stables so I'll be passing Ashcroft. I'll drop you off.' She replied. Jack shot round to the passenger door and got in. Fumbling with his seat belt, he cold feel his stomach doing what felt like cartwheels. His heart was racing. As they left the car park, he couldn't help but stare at the way her leather gloves gripped the wheel & slid round as the wheel turned. When she changed gear, he glanced down at her hand gripping the gear stick. He felt sick with envy. As the car sped along the road, he glanced down and noticed her booted feet pressing on the pedals. Never before had Jack felt so intimidated yet so excited in his life. 'Whereabouts?' Miss Sharp asked. Jack looked up & suddenly found himself in his own neighbourhood. He hadn't noticed the journey at all or where they were. The last twenty minutes had been a hazy whirl. 'Err, just up here on the left thank you.' He murmured. 'Not a bad area. Have you been here long?' she asked 'No, I moved into my flat 3 weeks ago. I am still putting it all together really.' He gingerly replied 'Well, enjoy your weekend because the real work starts on Monday. Prepare yourself as I am going to work you hard!' she said, with that wry smile once again appearing on her lips 'Yes Miss Sharp. Good luck with your competition this weekend. Sss see you on Monday. Thank you for the lift.' Jack stammered as he got out of the car. As the car pulled away, Jack could not help but stand and stare as it sped into the distance. 'What the hell just happened?' he thought. He couldn't answer, but was looking forward to finding out! To be continued... Tables Turned Ch. 02 Neither of the women said anything in the taxi. Evelyn was still recovering from watching her sweet daughter exposing herself, from being spanked by her hated son, from being ordered to go and buy new underwear along with Alison, her daughter, and from realising that she had little or no choice in any of this. Her husband had deserted her; he had taken all the money from their joint account; he had left her penniless, homeless, and at the mercy of others. Alison was too stunned herself to speak. She and John, her husband, had always had an exciting sex life, but now he seemed to be inviting her mother into their most private world. She had realised very early in their relationship that she was submissive, that she was happy to be submissive, and that John was very happy for her to be so. She also knew what awaited them in the private lingerie boutique but she couldn't bear the thought of her mother being there too. She squirmed on the back seat of the taxi as her pussy tingled at what was to come. Her juices were already soaking her panties and she worried that she might leave a mark on the seat. She sat still, however, and hung her head low when her mother scolded her like a little girl for fidgeting. She was a grown woman now but her mother had never seemed to realise this. She was about to be forced to face the truth in no uncertain terms, thought Alison, and her pussy began tingling again. When the taxi pulled up at the address Alison had given him, her mother had no idea where she was. It certainly wasn't the type of area she was used to frequenting and there didn't seemed to be any shops around that she could see. She looked to her daughter for answers but Alison simply paid the driver and got out. By the time Evelyn condescended to get out too her daughter had pressed a code into a secure entry keypad and they entered into a dark building. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, Evelyn was out of breath by the time they arrived at what was obviously their destination. Alison knocked on the door and they heard the latch being opened. Evelyn didn't like the look of the place or the look of the stern but attractive woman who opened it. The look the woman gave her daughter, however, was one of unmisatakeable lust. "So what can I do for my favourite toy?" asked the woman as she led them through to the main part of the shop. It wasn't like any lingerie shop that Eveleyn had ever visited before and she simply stared at the array of garments and odd looking items displayed around the store. She didn't understand any of this and she certainly didn't understand the woman's question. "This is my mother, mistress, and John wants her to be kitted out in the same style as myself. Can you help us?" The woman looked Evelyn up and down, making her distaste all to obvious. She slowly walked round the older woman before delivering her verdict. "I am sure I can find something that will suit your darling husband's tastes but it certainly won't look as good as my creations do on you, pet. Follow me." Alison blushed while her mother raged at the insult. Who did this woman think she was? Didn't she know that she was a very important womn in this town? "Or I used to be," thought Evelyn suddenly with regret. As they trailed along behind the domineering woman, Evelyn noticed that she simply snatched things off various rails before leading them through to the changing room. "I have a new range in stock, Alison. Why don't we try them on you first?" Alison knew she had no choice in the matter but at least she would be able to find some privacy while changing. She presumed the woman would hand her the new garments and wait outside with her mother. That wasn't to be. As Alison stepped into the stall, the woman prevented her from drawing the curtain and simply waited for her to begin. Alison looked in panic from the other woman to her mother, pleading with her eyes to the store owner. The woman simply raised an eyebrow at her hesitation and waited for her to begin. Although her mother had seen her underwear earlier, Alison knew she was about to see a whole lot more and she burned with embarrassment. Keeping her head bowed, unable to look either of the older women in the face, Alison began to undress, knowing that her mother was about to see her naked and knowing that her daughter's nudity was not the last shock her mother was about to witness. The woman took her by the hand and drew her out of the stall, walking round her, savouring the naked woman's humiliation and the tell-tale signs of her earlier spanking. Runing her hand across Alison's tender bottom, she purred in approval. "Good girl, she smiled before handing over the first pair of panties. Evelyn struggled to cope with what was going on. Her daughter was standing naked before her while this strange woman was touching her as if she owned her. She tried not to stare at Alison's body but found she couldn't tear her eyes away from her hairless crotch and began to fidget herself as she felt an unfamiliar tingling between her legs. As Alison pulled the panties up her legs, she could feel the weight of her mother's stare. Her body shivered and her nipples began to grow but it was not the cold that was causing either reaction. As she straightened up she was handed a matching bra, turning around to look at herself in the mirror. As she reached behind to close the clasp she felt another pair of hands help her. Looking in the mirror she could see it was the store owner; for a moment she thought it might have been her mother but she should have known better. Her mother was standing like a statue, unable to move, unable to speak and unable to believe what she was seeing with her own eyes. Alison tried not to look in the mirror now, tried not to llok at her mother, because she knew what was coming now. Sure enough, she felt the other woman reach round and adjusted Alison's breasts within the lacey cups. Alison could only stand there as the woman's hands cupped each of her breasts, squeezing them, toying with her engorged nipples. Alison knew better than to protest or move away, not even when the woman planted a lingering kiss on her neck. She shuddered as the newly fastened bra was unhooked again and removed so that the other woman could have free access to her naked tits. She spun Alison round and, as her mother gasped aloud, she latched on to her, sucking those sensitive nipples and causing her pussy to soak her new panties. She wasn't too worried about that as John would be delighted to have a fresh pair to play with this evening. What she was worried about was how she was ever going to look her mother in the eye again. Evelyn couldn't take much more of this as she watched this degenerate subject her poor daughter to such treatment. She didn't know what kind of hold her husband had over her but she knew it must be very, very serious indeed to force the sweet girl to allow herself to be used in this manner. She would never understand that Alison was loving every minute of what the other woman was doing to her. Pushing her back into the stall, the store owner told Alison to sit down on the luxuriously upholstered bench and knelt down in front of her. As she reached to pull down the younger woman's panties, Alison compliantly lifted her bottom off the bench and bared her most private parts to her mother once again. Evelyn had had enough. She couldn't allow this depravity to continue. She couldn't allow her daughter to be used in this way. It didn't matter what John had to say; this had to stop. "Leave my daughter alone, you evil woman. This has gone far enough." Enraged that she had been interrupted, the store owner stood and faced her. "Either you are silent and wait your turn or I will make you. Your choice." Under the force of such a blatant threat and unused to be spoken to in this manner, Evelyn lowered her head, just like her daughter, and mumbled an apology. "That's better. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, my pet is waiting." With that she got back on her knees in front of Alison and lowered her mouth to the younger woman's pussy. Alison had never heard her mother being ordered around before, not even by her father, and when the store owner's tongue forced her tongue into her dripping pussy, she came almost immediately. Wave after wave washed over as the woman's very experienced, very talented tongue worked its magic on her lips and on her clit. By now Evelyn was defeated but when she watched her own daughter pull the woman's head even harder against her body and whispered a heartfelt "thank you," she knew she had entered a world she knew nothing of. Then the store owner stood back up and began to undress. Alison had forgotten all about her mother by now and, as the other woman removed her blouse and bra, revealing her gorgeous breasts, she reached up and caressed both of them. As she continued to squeeze them gently, the other woman removed her skirt to reveal the same line up of stockings and lacey panties that John liked her to wear. It always surprised Alison that another woman would find her attractive, never mind sexy, but she was smugly delighted when she saw the large wet spot on the front of the woman's panties. Alison reached up, drawing them down slowly and was faced with the woman's shaven pussy. She could smell the woman's unmistakeable arousal and when she placed one foot on the bench, there was no misunderstanding what she wanted. "Your turn, my lovely. Make me cum." Alison knew better than to disobey and reached up parting the other woman's lips with her finger. Neither of them were surprised, given how wet she was, when the younger woman's finger slipped inside. One finger quickly became two and she began to move them faster and faster, deeper and deeper, knowing exactly what the storeowner liked. Eveleyn could only stare, disgusted and amazed, as her daughter leaned forward and flicked the woman's clit. She had never tasted her own juices, never mind another woman's, but somewhere in her mind she was asking herself why not. The two women performing in front of her were so carried away in their passion that she might as well have been invisible for all they cared and she wondered what it would be like lose yourself in something so entirely. Alison, meanwhile, was running her tongue up and down the other woman's soft lips, alternating between that and sucking on her clit. The store woman moaned in delight as the pleasure surged from her pussy to the rest of her body. No-one knew how to eat pussy like this this young woman and she gave silent thanks to John for introducing her. Sensing the approach of the older woman's orgasm, she now gave all her attention to the clit that was only inches from her face. She looked up to see the hunger on the other woman's face as she felt her head being pushed harder and harder against the other woman's pussy. She was more aroused than Alison had ever seen her and she wondered if it was because they had an audience today. "Suck it, slut. Suck my clit, you precious whore. Make me cum." Alison knew she wasn't getting out of the shop until she did as she was told so she renewed her efforts. In no time at all she was rewarded when the other woman threw her head back and cried out in ecstacy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Alison's mouth totally covered the woman's clit now and sucked it harder than she had ever done before. She lapped at that engorged button for a few more moments as the store owner rode the waves of a fantastic orgasm, her thighs now closed tight against Alison's head. Finally she relented, however, and eased back from the younger woman's cum smeared face. It was only when the store owner regained her composure and brought her foot down from the bench that the two women remembered that they had an observer today. The older woman turned to face Evelyn and sneered at her. Suddenly grabbing the startled woman by the hair, she planted a bruising kiss on her lips, forcing them open with her tongue, and smiled as Evelyn was too shocked to respond. "Your turn, bitch." John had already called her in advance while Alison and her mother were in the taxi and she was only too happy to go along with his wishes. "Take off your mother's clothes for me, pet," she instructed. Alison knew better than to disobey but she hesitated for a second. She had already removed her mother's panties in John's office but she was being asked to do much more now. However, just like her mother, she knew she had no choice and she got to her feet. Eveleyn was too stunned by the other woman's brutal kiss to resist and simply allowed her daughter to remove her jacket before dropping it on the floor. Standing immediately in front of her mother, Alison began to unbutton her silk blouse, from top to bottom as the store owner looked on. As more and more of her flesh became exposed, Evelyn suddenly realised that both her daughter and the perverted other woman were about to see her bra. She tried to raise her hands in protest but Alison was already pulling her blouse down her arms and they were trapped. When she looked up and saw the menacing glare from the store owner she knew better than to try to resist any further. Soon her blouse joined her jacket on the floor and Evelyn suddenly realised that she was about to become even more exposed. Alison reached round behind her mother and opened the clasp on her bra, peeled the straps down her mother's arms, and took a step back. The store owner stared at Evelyn, a look of triumph on her face before she suddenly swooped down and took the older woman's nipples into her mouth. She sucked on then, hard, one by one, before just as suddenly, releasing them. Eveleyn didn't know what to do. She had never been used like this before. She had never been more humiliated, more embarrassed, than she was now. The thought that her own daughter was standing watching another woman suck on her nipples was almost more than she could bear. The only saving grace was that Alison didn't know just how wet her mother was between her legs at that point. It was Alison, however, who made the next move. She stepped back in front of her mother and reached for the waistband of her skirt. Evelyn was tempted to raise her own hands to stop her but a glare from the store owner was enough to dissuade her. Both of them knew that her underwear was still in John's office and so when her hairy pussy was revealed it was of no great surprise. What did surprise Alison, however, more than a little, was the smell of her mother's arousal. John had said he loved the scent from her pussy even though it always embarrassed her when he said so. But to smell something very similar from her own mother was, in some way, very satisfying. As her naked mother stood before her, Alison once again stepped back and allowed the store owner to come take charge of proceedings once more. And take charge she did. Grabbing Evelyn by the hair again, she lead her over to the checkout desk and bent her over it. Without any further preamble, she raised her hand and swiftly brought it down on Evelyn's recently punished cheeks. Slap! One smack followed the other but this one had not come from the store owner. It was Alison who had been instructed to deliver the blow following a simple nod from the other woman. Her mother cried out, not so much from the pain as neither smack had carried the force of John's earlier in the day, but from the shock of her own daughter striking her in such a manner. "Please, there's no need for this. I'll do as I'm told." "Indeed you will, you old witch. And right now you are being told to lie across my desk and take your punishment from your daughter and I." Four more slaps landed on her pink cheeks, two from each of the women standing on either side of her. This was the first time Alison had ever spanked someone and, even though her own hand was beginning to sting, she knew it would be nothing compared to the stinging in her mother's round cheeks. Given that her own pussy was dripping now, she realised that she could be turned on as much by giving as by receiving. "That will do, pet," said the store owner. "I suppose we should try to find something suitable for your old mother to wear. It's going to be a challenge, though, to make her look as sexy as you do in my beautiful things." Evelyn knew the woman's words were desgned to hurt but they still hit the mark. She pushed herself up from the desk and awaited her fate. Once again she followed the other two women through the store, once again, the owner simply snatched items off the racks, seemingly at random. Instead of moving through to the changing area, however, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face the poor woman. "Try this on," she instructed. It took Evelyn a moment to realise that she was to put on the flimsy garment where she stood. There were no other customers and they were all naked but this move seemed to embarass her even more. Knowing she had no choice, she tried on the lacey teddy, The only response from the store owner was that her breasts looked saggy in it. The next outfit was almost acceptable to the cruel woman but it was so tight between her legs that Evelyn's hairy pussy was spilling out on either side. When she was then told to wear a tiny thong and was rebuked for having such a fat arse, she knew that she was never going to satisfy the other woman. But the store owner had other ideas. Ordering her to lie across a table in the middle of the store, Evelyn lay down on top of bundles of tiny thongs and bras. Alison was ordered to join the proceedings at that point and it seemed to her mother that she was overly keen to do so. She watched as the girl she had given birth to, the girl she had raised as well as she knew how, grabbed her legs. Taking one at a time, she stretched them apart and secured them to the legs of the table. Alison knew exactly what was about to happen as the very same thing had happened to her shortly before she was married and there was a part of her, a secret part, which longed to see her mother going through the same. Eveleny hadn't noticed the store owner going out the back of the store while her daughter was constraining her but she noticed when the other woman returned as she lay there, vulnerable and exposed. The store owner was carrying what looked like a ceramic bowl and there was steam arising from it as it if it contained something very warm indeed. The other woman knelt down at the foot of the table, between Evelyn's outstretched legs, and began. First of all she washed the frightened woman's pussy with a soft cloth, then started to massage some sort of cream on to her pubic hair and around her pussy lips. Alison took pity on her mother and urged her to relax but this was easier said than done when Evelyn saw the store owner produce a very sharp looking razor. Evelyn was too frightened to move, even if she had not been restrained, as the blade began to slide through the cream, removing every single hair from her pussy. She was finished much quicker than Evelyn would have imagined but the razor was now replaced by a warm oil being applied to her very smooth skin. Although she didn't want to admit it, Evelyn knew that the other woman's hand felt wonderful as it spread the oil over her pussy, soothing it from its very first shave. It was at this point that she became of Alison again and, once more, her shame at being exposed to her daughter in this manner returned. Alison on the other hand was warming to her task and, before her mother could do anything about it, she had secured her two arms to the table also. Wondering what else could befall her, she din't have to wonder too long. Once again the store owner disappeared from her sight but this time she disappeared between Evelyn's legs. Staring at the celing, she could feel the woman's surprisingly soft touch running over her private areas. She shivered in unexpected delight when the other woman slightly touched her sensitive lips. Tables Turned Ch. 02 Evelyn was shocked when she realised that she wanted the woman to do more, to touch her more, and her hips lifted off the table involuntarily to feel a stronger touch. But the touch remained light as the store owner and Alison smiled to each other. They knew what the other woman was feeling and they knew what was coming next. The next touch Evelyn felt wasn't from a finger. The store owner was now assaulting her with her tongue, licking every inch of the newly-shaved pussy, inside, outside, pausing only to drink the juices pouring from the bound woman. She was embarrassed beyond belief but she knew she wanted more. She just didn't know what. The store owner did. She began to run her tongue in circles around Evelyn's protruding clit, breathing on to it, teasing it, leaving it wanting more. With every muscle in her body tightening, straining for a release she had never experienced, she gave up any pretence and cried out. "Please! Please, please, please!" She didn't know what she was begging for but the store owner did. She lifted Evelyn's ample cheeks off the table and dug her pointed nails into them, feeding the desperate woman's pussy to her hungry mouth. Taking Evelyn's clit into her mouth, she sucked on it, she licked it and, finally, she squeezed it between her teeth. It was this that caused the dam to burst and Evelyn came all over her tormentor's face. Her body convulsed out of control under the ongoing assault and tears of release ran down her face. When she finally calmed down she raised her head and looked down her naked length. The store owner had been replaced by her daughter and Evelyn had no strength left to fight when she realised what her daughter was about to do. Just as she had been ordered to clean up her husband earlier in the day, Alison was now ordered to clean up her mother. It was the relish with which she approached her taks that shocked her mother one last time. Tables Turned Ch. 03 Chapter 3 -- The Task Jack had spent the first few days finding his way around the office & the various departments on their floor. His desk was in a small lobby immediately outside Miss Sharps Office. He was quite pleased with his little 'world' it was like an office, within an office. In a strange way, he was like a guard to Miss Sharps personal area. Anyone wanting to enter Miss Sharps office had to go through his own. He liked that. He had been set some menial tasks, which -- once he had learned the various sections -- had been accomplished with relative ease. The hardest thing Jack had so far was to avoid making himself look like a gibbering wreck every time Miss Sharp waltzed by his desk on her way in each morning. Every morning was the same. That glamorous look, that glint in her eye. The sharp suits that she always wore, and of course the boots. Jack paid particular attention to this detail. Given his own dark past & personal feelings, he found that whenever he was in her presence his heart would beat faster. His breathing got faster. He was nervous, tense, & extremely excited. It was all he could do, not to become a gibbering wreck! But the boots... He thought back to his interview & remembered the black patent knee high's. On Monday she wore some brown knee high stacked heel pull on's. Tuesday it had been some black slouch 'cowboy' style, but still with a stiletto heel. There was a distinct pattern -- they were all heeled. On Wednesday morning when he got into work he found an envelope on his desk with a folder inside. Settling down at his desk, as soon as he picked the envelope up he knew who it was from. That sweet smell was unmistakable. He opened the folder & started to read. It contained a list of do's & don'ts, including a set of office rules & compliances. The folder also contained Jack's first 'proper' task which was to research suitable IT packages and software programmes that allowed for multiple streams to be fed into a central hub for networking & video conferencing. The project sheet stated that Jack would be required to have a meeting with Miss Sharp at 13:30 to begin making notes & preparations. Jack felt immediately nervous. Looking at his watch, he realised that he only had a little over four hours to come up with some plans. He immediately set to making some headway. Just after lunchtime, Jack heard the lift doors ping open & that familiar 'click-clack' swoon down the corridor. He felt a lump developing in his throat & nervously kept his head down pretending to be hard at work. He heard the door to their lobby open & immediately, that smell hit his nostrils. Standing to the side of him, Jack's view went straight to Miss Sharps feet in a 'head bowed' position. He could see that again, she was wearing incredibly high heels. And he could see no visible end to these boots, they seemed to disappear up into her skirt which was knee height itself & quite flowing. She perched herself on the side of his desk & started to remove her black leather gloves. Again, he could not help but notice her long immaculate red nails. 'Ah, Peter's. I see you received my instructions. Good. I have a few calls to make then we shall begin. Make sure you bring a tray of coffee with you. You remember how I like it? This is going to be a long afternoon.' She said. 'Yes Miss Sharp.' Jack nervously replied 'Black, double strong with plenty of sugar.' 'Good boy. You're catching on. I'll summon you when I am ready for you.' With that Miss Sharp went into her office, closing the door behind her & shading the blinds that prevented Jack from maintaining eye contact. Jack had just finished printing out the rough outline of his initial findings when the buzzer on the intercom went off. The two red lights meant she was ready. Jack had prepared the tray & knocked on the door. 'Enter' he heard from within. As Jack entered her office, he saw that she was laying on the couch in a half sat up position. Incredibly, he noticed that she had changed her outfit. His heart raced knowing that less that 5ft away from him, she had been naked. She was now wearing a light blue business suit with a white blouse, natural coloured stockings & some knee high white boots. Stiletto of course. Jack glanced around the room, looking for her previous outfit -- hoping to glimpse the other boots and complete the jigsaw image from earlier. Nothing. 'Put the tray on the table & close the door' she demanded. 'Come & sit, let us begin.' Jack put the tray down on the large circular table in the middle of the room & sat. As Miss Sharp rose from the couch to join him, he noticed the split in her skirt revealed a lacy stocking top & white suspender clasp. Standing tall in her boots, Miss Sharp straightened her outfit & brushed her skirt down. Jack was mesmerised as he witnessed her soft hands & red nails almost caressing her legs & bottom in a teasing tantalising fashion. She came and sat next to him & started to pour the coffee. 'Now, where are we then?' She asked 'Well Miss Sharp, I have looked at a few different possibilities & it all depends on the budget. The most reliable system will obviously cost more, but there are different methods of achieving a consistent stream.' Jack nervously stated. 'I admit Peters, I don't really know the ins & outs of all of this. The objective is to install a system where we can hold conferences with our other offices & certain clients. How we achieve that is down to you. I have been given a budget of £285 thousand pounds to overhaul our IT systems & after a discussion with the chairman, I have managed to persuade him that any surplus from our budget will come directly to me as a bonus for delivering. Obviously, we can come to an arrangement whereby you will receive a percentage of that bonus. So again, I ask where we are?' Miss Sharp responded, with a wry smile curling up in those luscious red lips. Jack was in a trance. He was unable to think clearly about anything but those lips. Miss Sharp stood up and moved to stand directly behind Jack, bowing down beside him leaning over his shoulder to glance at his notes. 'Wellll, well, Miss sharp, I am sure that we can come up with a viable solution. I have already made some preliminary investigations & will continue to work on this.' Jack replied 'Good. Make sure you give this your all. This could be very beneficial... for both of us' she quietly whispered into his ear, and with that she brushed her nails gently along his neck. 'Now' snapped Miss Sharp as she walked over to the closed in the corner of the room 'I have a meeting this afternoon with the distribution manager. It seems that he does not understand the meaning of the word 'budget' so I am going to give him a lesson by firing a quarter of his staff. I have an appointment this evening at the theatre & so will be going straight from the office. I need you to do some jobs for me this afternoon.' Jack was still in a trance. His head was spinning, almost as though he was high on her intoxicating charm. Miss Sharp opened her closet & took out a bag, handing it to Jack. 'I need my boots re-heeled. There is a shoe repair store a few streets away, which I believe is on your way to the bus stop?' She said. Jack noticed how he had now broken into a major sweat. His hands felt very moist as he reached out to take the bag she held in front of him. She also handed him a piece of paper. 'My riding boots are already at the store as they needed resoling. This is the receipt for them. Unfortunately, you will need to wait for these boots as I will need them tomorrow. Would you mind taking them home with you & bringing them back into the office tomorrow morning.' Miss Sharp said. It wasn't really a question, more of a demand. One which Jack could not believe he was hearing. 'Ab, Absolutely no problem Miss. No problem at all.' Jack responded. 'Good. Now, don't forget our little project. I have to make my presentation to the board first thing on Monday morning. We will have another little get together on Friday just after lunch to fine tune.' Miss Sharp said. 'I want you to focus entirely on this. Can you do that for me?' At this point, Miss Sharp was pulling on some white leather gloves & putting on a white leather long coat. Jack was focusing on nothing at the moment except her pure mystique & sexiness. His mind wandered to the bag now clutched tightly in his sweaty hands & the thought of what was yet awaiting him at the shoe repair shop. 'Of course Miss. I will give it my all.' He meekly replied. 'Good boy. Now, I shall see you bright and early tomorrow morning.' She said, as she glided by him on her way out of the office. Jack made his own way out, shutting her door behind him & sat at his desk. Trying to concentrate for the rest of the afternoon seemed an impossible mission. He kept glancing at his watch, and then down to the bag which was down on the floor beside his desk. Attempting to focus, he was visiting various websites & making notes on web cam's, wireless hubs, mini servers and the like. After saving all of his notes & files onto his USB stick, he decided that enough was enough for today. He needed to leave a little early anyway to visit the shoe repair shop on the way home if he was to stand any chance of catching his bus. Packing up his satchel, & grabbing the bag, he whisked himself off out the office & out into the street below. Jack stood in the shoe repair shop, not really remembering how he'd actually gotten here! He stood at the counter waiting for the attendant. 'Can I have these re-heeled & also pick up another pair. Here, I have the receipt for them' Jack spoke nervously to the attendant, almost embarrassingly. 'Sure' the attendant said with a cheeky grin on his face 'are you going to pick these up tomorrow?' he said, referring to the boots in the bag. 'No, I'll wait' Jack replied. 'Ok, be about 20 minutes' said the attendant. 'No problem. I'll pop along to another shop then come back' said Jack. As he wandered up & down the high street his stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels. Nervously, he kept checking his watch. After 15 or so minutes he went back to the shoe shop. 'All done' said the attendant 'They were well worn, it won't be long before the sole needs replacing too.' Jack paid & took the bag with the two pairs of boots in. All the way home on the bus, he felt his palms getting sweaty whilst he resisted the urge to get them out for a closer inspection. Jack arrived home somewhat later than usual. He decided that he couldn't be bothered to cook so instead phoned for a Chinese take away order. After dinner, Jack decided to have a shower. Sitting on his sofa wrapped in only a towel drained after a long day, he sprung up remembering the boots. Almost flying off the sofa, he grabbed the bag and excitedly took both pairs out. Almost shaking with a mixture of fear & excitement, he bought one of the stiletto boots up to his lips & gently inhaled the sweet aroma. The boot was unzipped so he could easily notice the unmistakable smell of worked feet combined with soft leather. He felt overwhelmed & was visibly shaking with excitement. Turning the boot over to look at the sole, he glanced that the boot size was 7. Was he dreaming? He picked up one of the riding boots and quickly searched for a size imprint. Size 7 as well. 'Oh my god' Jack thought as he sniffed and ran the soft leather tenderly over his upper lip. Leaning forward, he bent over to place his foot inside the riding boot. He pulled on the stirrup's that stuck out of the top, stitched to the inside and the boot gently slid on snugly. He picked up the other one and did the same. Once both on, he sat and looked down at his newly booted feet. Gingerly, he reached down and gently caressed the leather -- running the tips of his fingers of the well worked leather. They were immaculately polished. Glimmering in the light with every crease & crack reflecting small darts of light. He stood up and took a step forward. Wow, they felt incredibly light on his toes & feet. He paced around his living room waiting for his feet to start aching or his heel to start rubbing but it didn't happen. 'That's incredible' Jack thought as his bare flesh was completely covered by Miss Sharp's riding boots. 'There's no rubbing at all' he said to himself. After wandering around his flat for a few minutes his eyes caught the sight of the other pair of boots. Excitedly, Jack sat on his sofa and tugged at the riding boots. Amazingly, & with complete ease they slipped off of his feet. He looked down at them & placed them beside him. He picked up one of the heeled boots and admired the way the shone in the light. He ran his finger along the seam, leading up to the arch, working his way towards the stiletto heel. Excitedly, he reached down & placed the boot over his toes, slipping them into the pointed tip. Pushing down, he worked the heel of his foot snugly into place. 'A bit tighter' though Jack 'But I'm in!' Ever so carefully, he pulled up on the zipper. It was a little tight around the ankle but after some gently persuasion it worked its way to the top. Jack then did the same with the other boot. Once both on, he crossed one leg up & again, lightly worked his fingers across the soft leather. Pulling himself up, he stood for a moment. Not entirely sure if he was balanced or not, he looked down at 'his' new boots. Admiring the way the light caught them he gingerly put one foot forward. Then another. After a few light wobbles, he found he was walking around his living room. The arched feeling on his calves was something he was not used to. Although aching, he felt that this only intensified the feeling in his toes. Imagining Miss Sharp's toes being exactly where his now were was overwhelming. Pushing down with his foot, he knew that the sole of her foot was where his was now only a few hours ago. This turned him on immensely. Jack walked over to the sofa and sat, picking up the riding boots. He put his hand & arm down inside one of the boots bringing it up to his lips. Gently kissing & smelling the boot, he found himself slowly staring to wank himself. He laid back & dreamt of Miss Sharp. He imagined being there, hiding in her bedroom sneaking a look while she got herself ready for the theatre. In his mind he imagined how she would be dressing. Long seamed black silk stockings with a basque. One of the many different pairs of stiletto heeled boots that she owned, coupled with a sexy little black dress & throw. Completing the imaginary outfit was a pair of elbow length black leather opera gloves. He imagined her bright red hair, seductively put up. Her sexy dark eye make up that made those blue eyes twinkle like stars on a clear night sky. Her luscious red lips, seductively curling at the edge whilst her long red nails reached down and gently caressed her boots. With that image, Jack couldn't hold off anymore. He swung his legs round & positioned a riding boot near his now exploding cock. Jets & jets of hot white cream shot out across the boot & started trickling it's way down to the foot. After a few minutes, Jack regained control of his body. That was quite possibly the most intense orgasm he had ever had. He looked down at the riding boots that were covered in his cum. 'Hmm, I'll have to clean those up!' he thought, and stood grabbing the riding boots and headed to the bathroom. As he walked through the flat, he still could not believe how comfortable the stiletto boots were. Reaching the bathroom, Jack cleaned the riding boots, taking hold of an old towel & buffing them back to their former shininess. Still admiring them, he made his way back to his bedroom. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he reached down & started undoing the zipper on the stiletto boots. After removing them, he looked at the riding boots & a wicked thought entered his head. Reaching down, he pulled on the riding boots once again. He had decided that he was going to sleep in them tonight. As Jack's head hit the pillow, he felt his feet tingling at the thought of being enclosed in Miss Sharp's leather boots. Snuggling himself down into the duvet, he reached one hand down and gently strolled the top of the boot. With that, and with the many images of Miss Sharp firmly at the front of his mind, Jack drifted off to sleep. To be continued... Tables Turned Ch. 03 Once again, the taxi ride was silent. Neither woman had the words to describe what they were feeling, nor to describe what they had experienced in the boutique. Evelyn had been stripped naked by her own daughter, molested by another woman, tied unwillingly to a table, and even made to cum at the hands, and the mouth, of the other woman. She had been exposed, she had been shaved and she had been humiliated in front of her daughter. What was worse than all of this, however, was the fact that her daughter, Alison, seemed to be a willing participant in all of this. If she was honest, Evelyn would have to acknowledge that Alison seemed to have played her part with more than a little relish. Alison, for her part, was just as shocked by the events of the last few hours. She had always been submissive to her husband's wishes, but when he ordered her to include her mother in his schemes, she had never been so ashamed and her panties had never been so wet. Cleaning her own mother's pussy after the older woman's massive orgasm in the boutique had been a fantasy she never even knew she had, one that she struggled to believe even now. Even so, she could feel her juices running againat the thought of running her tongue along her mother's slit. When they arrived back home Alison paid the driver and unlocked the front door of their comfortable home. It was a few minutes later before Evelyn finally appeared in the doorway, eventually having to accept that the driver was not going to open the door for her or help her out of his cab. "Hurry up, mother! We don't have much time. John will be home soon and will expect us to be ready for him." She wondered where her new found confidence had come from because she would never have spoken to her domineering mother in such a manner before today. Having seen her mother naked, having seen her mother spanked, twice, and having seen her mother cumming at the hands of another woman,she realised there was nothing to be afraid of. her mother had been coerced into all of this but, even so, she realised that she liked being on an even footing with her mother. She was no longer subservient to the older woman as they were now both the property of her husband, John, and now she had the upper hand. Evelyn also wondered what had changed in her only daughter and resented being told what to do by the girl she had given birth to. But she was well aware of her predicament. Her husband had left her; she was homeless and she was penniless. Most importantly at that moment was the fact that her bottom was still stinging from her spanking in john's office and her spanking in the lingerie boutique he had sent them to. If she was sure of anything, she was sure she did not want to do anything to risk further punishment to her poor cheeks. She followed her daughter through to the living room and, even though she thought to protest, she thought better of it and did what was expected of her.Kneeling down beside her not so innocent daughter, she and Alison awaited their fate. They didn't have to wait too long before they heard John's key in the door and, as Alison bowed her head in anticipation, so too did her mother. only one of them had any idea of what was to follow and only one of them was looking forward to it. If Alison had been wearing any panties they would have been just as wet as her mother's. John smiled to himself as he walked into the room and saw the two women waiting for him. he had never doubted that Alison would be there as always but, even though he had received a full report from the owner of the boutique and had seen the secret recording she had made, he still wondered if Evelyn had been brought low enough to always do as she was told. Now was the time to put her to the test but, first, he had some new instructions for his wife. Lifting her chin, he smiled at her and told her tofollow him through to the kitchen. Leaving her mother behind, she looked questioningly at John as he closed the door so that her mother could not hear their discussion or listen in to John's plans for the rest of the evening. when he told her, she was shocked. Then she wondered if she could go through with it. Finally she realised that she couldn't wait to get started. As they returned to the living room, Evelyn dared to look up. There was something different about the couple. John was obviously still in charge but something must have happened in the kitchen that had caused a change in her daughter. Alison no longer trailed behind her husband in her usual subservient manner that had always infuriated her mother. Instead, she walked, hand in hand, beside him. So she was not too surprised when it was her daughter who spoke first. Neither was she too unhappy at Alison's words. "Stand up, mother." Evelyn was glad to get up off her knees. it wasn't dignified for a woman of her standing to be kneeling in front of her daughter and son. Even after everything that had happened she still believed that she was a woman of some importance. She was about to be dissuaded of this notion in no uncertain terms. "Take off your clothes, mother." The older woman looked aghast at her daughter who now seemed to have a steely determination in her eyes that Evelyn had never noticed before. Almost worse than Alison's orders was the fact that John had sat down in his favourite armchair as if he was settling down to watch a show. Which is exactly what he was doing and he expected to be entertained. "Do we really have to spank you again, mother, before you learn some obedience?" asked Alison in a threatening tone, her angry face only inches from her mother's. Evelyn shook her head and began to strip. She knew she had no choice; she knew her bottom couldn't suffer any more punishment but, she reasoned with herself, Alison had already seen her in a much more vulnerable position in the boutique and at least she would still have her underwear on. that should wipe the smile off the face of her smug son. Even so, her fingers nervously struggled with the buttons on her blouse but finally it opened, revealing to John the top half of her black basque. She had never worn such a thing before, believing basques and such like things to be the kind of thing worn by tramps and whores. But the woman in the boutique had insisted and Evelyn knew better than to argue. She was secretly pleased with the effect the basque had on her body as it squeezed her waist in and pushed her breasts up. she had never bothered to dress up like this for her husband because she didn't think she had to but maybe, she suddenly thought, maybe she should have. She was allowed no time to dwell on these thoughts, however, as her daughter was already showing signs of impatience. She hurriedly unbuttoned her skirt and let if fall to the floor, stepping out of it to reveal her new black stockings that were attached to her basque and her black panties that matched it. It was humiliating standing there before her daughter and son but at least her private parts were well covered, albeit not by much. The whole ensemble had been chosen by the owner of the boutique and, in very different circumstances, Evelyn might even have been proud of the way she looked. but pride comes before a fall, she knew, and she was worried about the effect her new underwear was having on her daughter. She tried not to worry about what would be going through John's mind but he was doing nothing to conceal the large bulge in the fron of his trousers as he readjusted his position, smiling at her the whole time. Somewhere in her mind she was pleased that it was her body and not her daughter's that he was so obviously lusting after but Alison's next words brought her mind back to her. She had slowly walked round her mother, drinking in every inch of her sexy body with her hungry eyes and now she was ready to move on. She too had seen the effect her mother's reluctant striptease had had on her husband and the pangs of jealousy drove her on. "Not bad, mother, but John hasn't see how your fat arse looks in your new thong. Turn around and show him." Evelyn's eyes turned to her daughter in shock and horror. No one had ever spoken to her in such a manner before and certainly not her previously timid daughter. But, as the frown returned to Alison's face at her mother's hesitation, she realised once again that she had no choice. She couldn't risk another spanking, or worse, so she did as she was told and turned around. John was delighted by what he saw. His wife was right,her mother did have a big arse and the strap from her thong was hidden deep within her cheeks. He readjusted the growing erection in his trousers again as he thought about the fun he was going to have with his mother's ample backside later. First, though, he wanted to see how far Alison would push her mother and nodded to his wife to continue. John's obvious reaction to her mother infuriated Alison and she was determined to make the other woman pay. "Bend over, mother." If anything, this was even worse than having to strip, thought Evelyn. Not that her thoughts or opinions counted for much any more but she knew that Alison was hitting her in all her most vulnerable spots. The one thing that she disliked about her new outfit was her thong. She had never worn one before and it had been uncomfortable since the moment the boutique owner had pulled it up her legs. She knew her bottom had grown over the years and was much bigger than her daughter's and she knew the tiny thong would not be able to conceal this from the two sets of ravenous eyes that now stared at her in expectation. she also knew that her thong was soaking and this was the moment she was sure her son would notice. Growing accustomed to taking orders from her daughter, however, she did as she was told, thankful that the tiny thong would at least hide her most private place. But Alison knew how her mother's mind worked and she knew just how to pile on the humiliation, which is exactly what John had commanded her to do in the kitchen. "John hasn't seen your newly shaven arsehole and pussy yet, mother. Stay as you are and pull down your thong. Show us what you are hiding, mother. Show your son your tight arsehole." Evelyn knew her daughter's words were designed to embarrass her but she still sobbed quietly to herself as, still bending over, she pulled her thong out from between her cheeks, peeled it off her dripping pussy, and lowered it to her knees. Her face burned with shame, burned with a deeper tinge than even her two earlier spankings had given her bottom. She stood therein her daughter's living room, exposing herself to her son in the most wanton fashion and truly believed that nothing could be worse than this. Why then was the need between her legs more desperate than ever? But her needs would have to wait. John had other plans. "Smile, please." As Eveleyn peeked round in astonishment she saw that John was pointing his camera staright at her, straight at her backside and, now that she had looked round, there would be no doubt who was adopting such a lewd pose in her own daughter's living room.She almost cried aloud when she heard the click but she knew better than to try to reason with John. She just didn't understand why her would want such a photo or, what was worse, who he intended to show it to. "Stand up, mother." Once again she did as she was told. Alison knelt before her and helped her out of her thong, the first kindness her daughter had shown since their return home. The only worry now was that, as the younger woman was kneeling so close to her, there was no hiding place. She could not from her daighter the large damp spot in the crotch of her thong. She could not hide from her daughter the sight of her juices glistening on her newly-bald pussy lips. And she could not hide from her daughter the scent of her own arousal, stronger than she had ever known it to be. Perhaps Alison would take pity on her mother and not say anything to her husband. Perhaps not. As John had instructed her, she brought her mother's thong to her face and inhaled the scent of arousal before throwing it to her husband. If the thought of her daughter sniffing her panties was bad enough, Evelyn's humiliation burned anew when her son not only siffed her thong as Alison had done but then proceeded to lick the full length of the crotch, exactly where she had leaked ever since she had left the boutique. That wasn't enough for John, though. Looking her straight in the eye, he lowered his zip, pulled out his hard cock and wrapped her black thong around it. As he indicated for Alison to continue, Evelyn could only watch in disgust as he began to pull on his cock. "Payback time, mother. Kneel down in front of me." By this time Alison had sat down in the armchair opposite her husband's and had hoisted her legs up and over the well upholstered arms. Her mother had never seen her in such an obscene pose before and was tempted to tell her to sit up straight like a lady. She suspected what was coming next, however, and that was of much more concern than her daughter's posture. Alison hitched up her skirt to reveal her own bald pussy. she never wore panties at home because John liked "to have easy access to her cunt" when he came home from work. She looked down between her outstretched legs and smiled at her mother, wondering if the other woman would be able to go through with this. She knew John wanted this. She knew she wanted it too. She wondered if even her mother wanted it but the thought of ordering her mother to lick her pussy in front of her husband was a big step to take. There would be no going back after this and the tingling between her legs intensified at the thought of what was about to happen. "Everyone has cum today, mother, except me. Time for you to put that right." John was delighted to see his submissive wife take the dominant role for oncebut he would have to rmind her in bed tonight exactly who was in charge. The anticipation of doing just that caused his cock to twitch as he continued to enjoy the feel of Evelyn's moist thong around it. Even at this stage Evelyn wasn't sure she could continue. She knew Alison wanted her to lick her pussy the way the store owner had licked her own earlier. She knew Alison wanted her to make her cum the way the store owner had made her cum. She had never known anything like that before and she really wanted to share that with her daughter but could she do it. Could she lick another woman's private places, could she taste her juices, could she place her fingers inside her daughter's pussy and finger-fuck her as she had been fucked? She was kneeling before her exposed daughter, in her daughter's home, with her daughter's husband watching and she wondered what had happened to the woman she had been only a few short days ago. But Alison's hands were now on the back of her head, pulling her forward, leaving her in no doubt as to what was expected of her.More reluctant to do this than anything she had ever done before, more humiliated than she could ever have imagined, Evelyn leaned forward and touched her daughter's pussy with her tongue. Alison moaned in delight when she felt her mother's touch on her swollen lips. She could tell her mother was inexperienced but the whole idea of this once-powerful woman kneeling before her and licking her pussy was intoxicting and her juices ran like never before. Evelyn could only follow the example of what had been done to her earlier and proceeded to run her tongue up and down her daughter's slit. Hands shaking, she spread Alison's lips and began to lick her again, delving deeper with every swoop. She lapped at the first pussy she had ever tasted ,savoured the taste, and pushed her tongue deeper inside, wondering just how far it would go. Hearing Alison's breathing become more and more ragged and hearing her moans of pleasure become louder and louder, Evelyn presumed she was doing something right. she was pleased with herself but she also realised that she wanted to do this, wanted to show her daughter how much she loved her. Everything was perfect apart from the presence of her son but, at that moment, even he was forgotten. She felt Alison's hips rise to meet her invading tongue and, remembering what the other woman had done to her, she moved higher and began to flick her daughter's engorged clit. Alison's whole body arched as she felt the woman who had ruled her life for so long attacking her sensitive bud. "That's it, mother. I knew you had it in you. I knew you were a slut under all the pretence. Lick it, my slut. Lick my pussy." Even John hadn't expected this outburst from his shy wife but he immediately got up and walked over to the two women, determined to get a closer view of his beautiful wife's pussy being devoured by her own mother. Just for a moment he released his cock to take another picture, the camera perfectly framing his mother's mouth engulfing her daughter's cunt. The two women wereso far gone, however, that they weren't even aware of John's approach and carried on as if there wasn't anyone else within a million miles from them. Spurred on by her daughter's words, spurred on by being called a slut, spurred on by the realisation that that was exactly what she had become, she concentrated her mouth on Alison's clit while she easily inserted tow fingers into her daughter's desperate pussy. She had never even fingered herself before but now she was doing it to her only daughter. if she hadn't been so lost in her lust she would have cried in shame but there was no stopping her now. As Alison's hips rose higher and higher, as her back arched more and more, as her body shuddered at the approach of her climax, Evelyn thrust her fingers deeper and deeper into her daughter and wonderd why they had never done this before. Suddenly screamed out as her mother finally pushed her over the edge and Evelyn had never been so proud in all her life. She continue to play with her daughter's pussy, making sure lison derived every ounce of pleasure from this whole experience. But once again it was her perverted son who spoiled things. The sight of his previously submissive wife cumming on her previously dominant mother's mouth and fingers were too much for him. Just as Alison hit her peak so too did he and his cum shot from his cock, hitting Evelyn across the face, hitting her nose, her eyes and her mouth. That was worth another picture, he thought, but Evelyn had one more duty to perform. Pulling her from between her daughter's legs, he smeared the last few drops of his cum across her lips and forced his softening cock into her mouth. She tried to pull away but it was John's hands who held her head now and she knew she had no option but to clean his cock the way her daughter had done earlier. As she recovered from one of the biggest orgasms of her life, Alison relaxed in the chair and watched as her mother was forced to lick the remaining cum from her husband's cock and balls. It was one of the first things John had taught her and, even though she knew how demeaning her mother would find it, she knew that she now looked forward to this part of their lovemaking. She took the camera from John's hands and took another picture that perfectly portrayed how far her mother had travelled on the road to becoming a slut. Her pussy tingled again when she remembered John's earlier promise that her mother would be her slut to do with as saw fit. Evelyn's face was covered in a mixture of her daughter's juices and her son's cum. She had been overjoyed when Alison had flooded her mouth but her joy had been short lived. She was now expected to clean John's cock and the thought disgusted her, the taste disgusted her, he disgusted her. Tables Turned Ch. 03 She had no more experience at doing this than she had in licking a woman's pussy before today and this was obvious to John. It didn't diminish his pleasure, however, when he looked down on his bitchy mother on her knees before him. Having smeared the remnants of his cum across her lips he had smiled to his wife as her mother had reluctantly opened her mouth to allow his cock in. Telling her to look up, he could see the hate in her eyes, or was it hunger, as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, determined to exert some control on just how far he went in. "Play with his balls, mother. He likes that." Her daughter's voice seemed to come from another world, her dirty words from a different person entirely, but she better than to disobey. John was enjoying the new freedom he had granted his wife as much as she was, and when he felt his mother's fingers playing with his balls as her warm mouth engulf his cock, he knewhe had made the right decision. Evelyn's mouth began to move down his length, still trying to control just how deep she allowed him to go, but John was delighted with the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips. he could feelit start to twitch again and was pleasantly surprised when he realised that it was starting get hard again already. he wasn't complaining because he knew Alison had plans for his hard cock and all of them involved her mother. Even though she could feel her pussy leaking as much as her daughter's had, Evelyn was shocked. She wasn't shocked at what she had just done; she still believed that she had been forced to lick her daughter to orgasm. She wasn't shocked that she was cleaning her son's cock and, even worse his balls, with her mouth; she knew she was being forced to do this too. No she wasn't shcked by anything she had been forced to do. She was shocked because she knew that she was enjoying every moment of her humiliation and that she was desperate for someone, anyone, to feed the hunger between her legs. Tables Turned Ch. 04 Chapter 4 -- The Meeting Jack awoke with a startle. Had it all been a dream? Ripping the duvet back, he looked down to see a shiny pair of glistening leather riding boots on his feet. Looking down over the side of the bed, he saw the other stiletto boots. Instantly, Jack could only think of one thing & he slipped off the riding boots & put on the stiletto boots. Leaning back on his bed, he imagined Miss Sharp snuggling up with him -- herself wearing one of her many pairs of boots. He imagined her with one leg draped over him rubbing her boots up & down his skin. He reached and put his hand inside one of her riding boots and simulated her rubbing his now throbbing cock over the supple shiny leather before his imagination got the better of him & he exploded all over it. He managed to pull the riding boot off his arm & shoot the last few drops down into the inside. He beamed as he thought of the next time Miss Sharp wore these boots, how her feet would inadvertently be rubbing against his dried cum. That was one hell of a sexy thought though. Jack entered the office bright & happy, inwardly excited about the last 24 hours & the unexpected pleasures that this job was having on his life. Settling down at his desk, he started more research with his IT project. A number of different options presented themselves, but how would he achieve Miss Sharp's goal given the financial implications she had set the previous day. After spending the best part of the morning searching websites for suppliers, researching systems & protocols, matching up hub's with cameras Jack was beginning to formulate a plan. There would be a significant amount of work that would need completing 'in-house' either by hiring a specialised IT co-ordinator or by outsourcing a contract. Jack compiled a brief presentation & e-mailed it off to Miss Sharp. It was just after when Jack heard those infamous 'click -- clacks' of heels fast approaching. Trying to keep his head down & not make it blatantly obvious that he was like a prison guard on the lookout, he nervously tapped away at his keyboard. The office door sprung open & in she came -- almost gliding. 'Good Afternoon Peters' she said. 'How's our little project coming along? You know, I was thinking about what we could do with my bonus. I have a few ideas, and a special treat lined up for you!' 'Good Miss Sharp, I think it's going well. I have sent you a small presentation with some ideas to start off with' Jack nervously replied. 'Excellent. Why don't you organise a tray of coffee & we can go & have a read through.' She replied 'Did you remember to bring my boots with you?' 'Yes Miss Sharp. I waited at the store while your stiletto boots were repaired & also collected your riding boots' Jack said. He felt incredibly turned on discussing the boots with Miss Sharp, especially knowing the adventures that had taken place in the last 24 hours. 'Good boy. Bring them through with you, with the coffee' and with that, she waltzed through to her office. Entering Miss Sharps office, he turned to see Miss Sharp laying on her couch reading something on her laptop. He noticed that today she was wearing a pair of black patent stiletto shoes. Feeling somewhat disappointed, put the tray on the centre table & waited for instructions. While he stood there, he analysed her outfit, imagining what hid beneath. Black seamed stockings, no doubt reaching up to those silky smooth thighs, attached with a suspender belt with a matching silk thong. Her smart knee length black skirt, with a small split just to the side tantalisingly revealing more of those goddess like legs. A white blouse, buttoned up just enough to keep those magnificent breasts caged in -- yet open enough to reveal a startling cleavage. Her make up was immaculate. Dark smokey eyes, scarlet red lipstick to match her nails. Not over powering, just oozing pure sexiness. 'Come & sit Mr. Peters' Miss Sharp said, beckoning Jack towards the couch. Miss Sharp didn't move, so Jack tried to squeeze at the end near her feet. As he sat, she pulled her knees up & lifted her feet whilst he made himself comfortable, then relaxed her legs so that her feet were perched upon his thighs. Dangling her stiletto heels right in front of his nose while she lay there was enough to send him into a frenzy. He could feel himself getting aroused, shifting uncomfortably while mesmerised by the dangling shoes. Suddenly, Miss Sharp glanced up. 'I know this isn't strictly professional, but would you be a darling & give me a foot massage. I've been in these heels all day. For some reason when I wear heeled shoes, after a while my feet ache enormously. I don't know if you've noticed, but that's why I wear boots all the time. Wearing boots doesn't have the same affect on me' 'Of, of course I don't mind. I didn't really notice Miss.' Jack excitedly responded 'Bbbut if they help with the problem, it makes perfect sense to wear them all the time.' 'Exactly what I think.' She replied with that familiar sexy smile Jack nervously removed one of her heels & tenderly started rubbing his fingers across the balls of her feet. Delicately, he lightly trailed his fingers up & under her toes noticing the through the nylon her toe nails were painted the same scarlet colour as her finger nails & lips. He gently applied pressure on the soles of her feet, rubbing back & forth whilst occasionally allowing his fingers to come up over the toes & gently massage the sides of her foot. 'Hmmmmm that's lovely' she whined, laying back further so that her feet now stretched tentatively across Jack's crotch. Nervously glancing up & down her body, Jack saw that the further she slid down, the further up the hem of her skirt rode. He was now directly within touching distance of those sexy stocking tops. The suspender clasp shot out from under the hem, revealing the soft tender thigh which poked out from above the top of her silky stockings. Jack carried on rubbing, up & down. Side to side. He was sure he hear a slight moaning. 'The other one, don't forget the other one...' was all Miss Sharp could say as she continued to lie back apparently reading on her laptop. Jack was now getting braver & braver. As he was about to switch to the other foot he gingerly replaced the shoe on the already massaged foot & rested it on his crotch. Removing her other shoe, he started to rub the other foot. He had guessed right & the immediate reaction to the pleasure was for Miss Sharp to press down with her other foot -- the heel now firmly resting on Jacks now throbbing cock. As the waves of pleasure passed through Miss Sharp, she pressed farther, harder & deeper with her heeled foot. Jack was at the point of exploding in his own trousers when she let out a tiny gasp & slumped back down on the sofa. 'That was lovely Mr. Peters. I see you are more than just a University Graduate. You have a way with your hands. Now, pass me up my boots.' Miss Sharp said as she lay there -- looking like a woman who had the world at her feet. Well, she did in Jack's eyes. He passed her up the bag containing both pairs of boots & she took out the stiletto boots to examine them. Rubbing her fingers over the black leather, along the sole & scraping her nails across the bottom up to the stiletto tip, Jack was almost drooling. Sitting speechless, while her stiletto court shoes rested on his crotch, she must have known he thought. 'Be a sweetie & put these on for me while I check my riding boots would you?' she said, with 'that' sexy little smile whilst handing him the stiletto boots that only 6 hours ago he was wearing himself. Gently removing the shoes, he placed one foot inside one of the boots and gave it a little tug. Instantly, it was snug around her ankle. As he delicately started doing the zipper, he glanced up to see Miss Sharp admiring her riding boots. Whilst it looked as though she was closely inspecting it, he was sure she was smelling the leather as it gently touched those scarlet lips. She was sniffing them & kissing them! Jack finished one zipper & reached for the other boot. The booted foot then found it's way back to his crotch as she laid back continuing to admire her riding boots. The more she longed over her riding boots, the more she pressed down with her stiletto boots, right into Jack's crotch. He purposely took his time with her other foot so that he had an excuse to enjoy the sensation for longer. When he had finished, she sat up with that sexy little smile and said 'Thank you for that. I feel completely refreshed. And thank you for looking after my boots. You've done a marvellous job with them.' Did she know? Jack wondered. How did she know? What exactly did she know? He started getting worried. 'Well Mr. Peters, I have had a read through of your brief & it looks excellent. I have a query regarding the IT specialist required to install & maintain the system. What sort of person would we need for this role?' Miss Sharp said. 'Well Miss Sharp, it would need someone with a relatively good understanding of IT systems, wireless technology & data maintenance systems.' Jack replied. 'Good, so you can do it. We can make an allowance in the budget & have that proportion of a salary adjustment made to you for undertaking additional responsibilities. More budget saved than taking on another employee. More for us remember!' Miss Sharp said excitedly. 'Of course, it shouldn't be a problem.' Jack said. 'Excellent. I shall make my presentation to the board on Friday & all being well, we can make a start on Monday next.' She said. 'Job well done Mr. Peters.' 'Thank you Miss. Thank you very much.' Jack beamed. Right at this precise moment in time, if she had told him to open the window & dance the fandango on the balcony, he would have done it. She had him. Hook, line & sinker. Entranced by her every move. He was hers. To be continued... Tables Turned Ch. 04 It was Alison's turn to take charge again. At a nod from her husband, John, she got up from the armchair and approached her kneeling mother. "Did you enjoy that, mother? Did you enjoy cleaning John's cock and balls?" Evelyn wanted to shake her head, wanted to say "no," but her lust would not allow her. Even though she told herself she had hated everything her beloved daughter and her spiteful husband had done to her, she knew that she wanted more. Her face blushing in shame, her pussy moistening once again, she nodded. "I knew it. I knew you were a slut, mother. Well, let's see just how far we can push you. Follow me." With that Alison turned on her high heels and walked through to the bedroom she had only ever shared with her husband until now. That was about to change. Evelyn didn't know what else to do other than to do as her daughter commanded. Walking behind Alison she realised that John was walking behind her in turn and would have an unobstructed view of her naked bottom. She risked a look round and, sure enough, her son was staring at her ample cheeks. When he noticed she was looking he raised his eyes and smiled at her. Trying to regain some degree of dignity, she faced forward again, determined to ignore the pervert behind her. When she came through the door, however, Alison was waiting on her, the rest of the clothes that she had still been wearing that she had been wearing now lying discarded on the floor. Suddenly she felt John's hands grabbing her from behind and practically throwing her on to the marital bed. Instinctively she tried to get up but Alison leaped on top of her, sat on her, and pinned her to the bed. "You're not going anywhere, mother dearest. The fun has only just begun." Without another word, Alison reached up and found the handcuffs that she knew were attached to the bedpost. She knew they were there, even though they were secreted by the pillows, because John had imprisoned her with them many times. Now it was her turn to use them and, what made it even better, she was going to use them on the woman who had dominated her throughout her life, her own mother. Having secured the still struggling older woman, Alison got up off the bed and took something from John's outstretched hand. Evelyn didn't know what it was at first but, when Alison forced her mouth open and stuffed in the gag, she knew exactly what it was. Instinctively she tried to spit out the black thong as she could taste her own pussy juices from it and her previously upright conscience rebelled against such a disgusting thing being in her mouth. Alison was having none of that, however, and leaned over her mother. "Lie still, mother, or things will only get worse." Evelyn couldn't imagine anything worse than lying on her daughter's bed, handcuffed to her daughter's bed, her pussy exposed to her daughter and her husband. Even so, she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about it even if she wanted to. And, right at that moment, she wasn't sure that she did. They hunger between her legs had still to be satisfied and her body was becoming desperate for that release. Standing on either side of the bed, Alison and John pulled the vulnerable woman's basque down enough to free her breasts. They smiled at each other when they saw how engorged her nipples were before they had even touched them. Evelyn could do nothing but moan into her gag as her captors bent down and took one large nipple each into their mouths. While John was content to merely sucking on the forbidden woman's breast her daughter was much more aggressive. While she sucked hard on her mother's nipple, her hand squeezed her large breast, squeezed it hard enough to make Evelyn wince. The difference between her two abusers continued as John softly sucked and licked while Alison squeezed and pinched. The poor woman writhed about the bed, her body trying to escape while, at the same time, arching her back as she tried to feed her breasts to her daughter and son. Suddenly they stopped and Evelyn looked up with a mixture of disappointment and lust. John and Evelyn already knew exactly what their plan was and knew their new slut would not be disappointed for long. Taking off her shoes, they rolled down her black stockings and, using them, opened her legs wide, tying them to the foot of the bed. Alison looked down on her spread-eagled mother and wondered where the woman she had feared for so long had gone. Evelyn looked up and wondered where they sweet girl she had raised had gone. John looked on and savoured the thought of the new mistress he had created in his previously submissive wife dominating her previously domineering slut. Alison reached down and ran her finger along her mother's moist pussy lips, finding them just as wet as her own were. Holding out her hand for her husband to see the evidence of her mother's want, she smiled at him as he licked her mother's juices off her finger. "If only your friends could see you now, mother. Look at you, almost naked, tied to your daughter's bed, your pussy dripping, begging for something. I think you should take another photo, John. Father would love to see this." At the mention of the man who had deserted her in favour of his young, sexy secretary, Evelyn screamed into her gag and struggled fruitlessly against her restraints. She would hate for him to see her like this; she would die of shame if her friends saw her exposed like this; and she would go mad if someone didn't touch her pussy again right now. "Is it time to stop now, mother? Do you want us to untie you?" asked Alison as she removed her mother's thong from her mouth. Her hand moved down between her mother's outstretched legs and began to run a single finger lightly along the older woman's moist lips. Then she stopped. "Please, Alison," begged her mother. "Is that what you want, mother? You want your own daughter to touch your pussy? Is that what you want?" Evelyn's mind was filled with conflicting emotions but her body wanted everything her daughter had to offer, and more. She couldn't say the words, she could only nod. Alison , however, wanted to hear the words, wanted to humiliate her mother even further, wanted to push her as far as she would go. "Then ask nicely, mother. Ask me to touch your pussy?" "Alison, please touch me." "Where, mother? Where do you want me to touch you?" Evelyn was torn between embarrassment and arousal but couldn't say the words. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want John to spank you again, mother?" Evelyn would never have believed her own daughter could treat her like this but she knew the very last thing she wanted was for her disgusting son to touch her poor cheeks again so she almost whispered the words. "Please touch my pussy, Alison. Please." "Sorry, I don't think I heard that, mother. Can you speak up?" "Touch my pussy, Alison. Oh God, just touch my pussy," she practically screamed, suddenly aware that she was using this word for the first time in her life. "Of course, mother. You only had to ask," replied Alison calmly as she suddenly thrust two fingers into her mother's desperate cunt. Evelyn cried out in relief as the release she had craved was finally being answered. As her daughter thrust her fingers in and out, she matched each of those thrusts as her whole body tried to find satisfaction. But Alison was relishing having her mother just where she wanted her and stopped, pulling her fingers out. "NO!" cried her mother in despair. She looked up at her daughter, pleading with her eyes, but Alison had thought of a new way to humiliate the older woman. Feeding her mother her juice soaked fingers she looked down. "Lick them, mother. Taste your own juices." Each new command took Evelyn to a new level of depravity but she knew she had no choice. She opened her mouth and licked her own pussy juices from her daughter's fingers while John merely smiled his smug smile and took another photo. All this teasing and tormenting had caused his cock to grow again and he was now ready to re-enter the fun. With a nod to his wife, John put down the camera and waited. Alison withdrew her fingers from her mother's warm mouth and walked round the bed. She knew what her husband wanted and she knew he wanted her to give his cock to her mother. Releasing it from his trousers, she led him by it on to the bed and presented it to her mother. Holding it in her small hand, she rubbed it along her mother's closed mouth, smearing her lips with her husband's pre-cum. Evelyn was determined that she was never again going to take him into her mouth but Alison's words soon dispelled that notion. "If you want him in your pussy, mother, you're going to have to take him in your mouth." The thought of her evil son fucking her had never even entered Evelyn's mind. She had only just managed to resign herself to being used by her daughter with John as an unwanted witness but, now that the thought had been expressed, she knew her pussy would settle for nothing less. She opened her mouth and welcomed him in just as Alison took up the camera and recorded for posterity the image of her own mother sucking her husband's cock. She put down the camera and returned to the fray, still watching John's cock disappearing between her mother lips as she began to stroke her the other woman's pussy ever so lightly. Evelyn's inexperience at sucking a cock continued to show but,at her daughter's insistence, she bobbed up and down, faster and faster, taking her son's cock deeper and deeper. She hated every minute of it but by this stage she was ready to do anything to feel that same cock sliding into her pussy. John started to moan in pleasure and both women knew that he wasn't going to last much longer as his hips started to thrust against the older woman's face. He grabbed her by the hair again and, as his wife's fingers began to thrust into his mother's cunt, he felt his legs begin to tremble and and that tell tale tingling in his balls. Without any further warning his cock erupted and filled Evelyn's mouth with his cum, just as she tried to pull away. But John was having none of that. He had already shot his cum across her face in the living room; now he wanted her to take his full load and he wanted her to take it down her throat. As Evelyn gagged and reluctantly forced herself to swallow, John roared in delight as his mother finally submitted to his desires. He knew he had her now. He knew she was his to play with and he knew she would do anything he told her. Only he wasn't going to be the one giving the orders. It was going to be her beautiful daughter. Alison had waited for this moment all her life and suddenly knew exactly what she wanted to do to her mother. She still loved the older woman but she saw her now as a toy, a pet, a plaything for her to enjoy. Pulling her fingers from her mother's cunt with an audible "PLOP," she untied her legs, first the right and then the left. Evelyn dared to imagine that she was about to be set free but her dreams were about to be squashed. No sooner had Alison untied both legs than she secured them once again with John's help, only this time they were hoisted up over her mother's shoulders and tied to the bedposts beside her wrists. Evelyn felt a new shudder of embarrassment as she realised that not only was her pussy now exposed but her most private hole was too. Alison began to stroke her mother's pussy again with her infuriatingly light touch but, as John watched on, her finger began to slide further down and used her own juices to lubricate her mother's arsehole. Evelyn tried to clench her cheeks but there was no escape, no hiding place and all she could do was beg for release. "Please, Alison, don't do that. Don't touch me there. No one has ever touched me there. Not like that." Alison could easily believe that her long-suffering father had never been allowed to take such liberties and she could only wish that his new girlfriend would be more liberated. She smiled to John at her mother's humiliation but was shocked when, after a few moments of rimming her mother's tightest hole with her finger, she felt the other woman begin to push back. Evelyn was beyond desperate by now. She need to cum more than she had ever needed anything in her life. She no longer cared how it happened; she simply had to cum or she would explode with frustration. As her daughter's finger slipped into her tightest hole, she was torn between pleasure and pain but she knew it wouldn't take long now. That is, until Alison pulled her finger out. "No, No, No, No!" she screamed. "Patience, mother-whore. I have a surprise for you." Evelyn watched in disbelief as her daughter moved away from the bed and walked over to her wardrobe. She watched as in disbelief as her daughter bent over and a new surge of lust ran through her at the sight of her daughter's naked backside. She watched in disbelief as her daughter reached in and withdrew what seemed to be some sort of harness. She watched in disbelief as her daughter stepped into the leather straps and fitted it around her hips. And she watched in horror as her daughter turned around to reveal a large plastic cock attached to the harness. "What on earth is that, Alison? What are you going to do with it?" Evelyn feared she already knew the answer but she could not begin to imagine her own sweet daughter using such a thing on her. Even so, Alison walked back to the bed and climbed back on to it, smiling all the time at her imprisoned mother. "This is one of my favourite toys, mother. John has often allowed other women to use it on me. Now it is my turn and you are going to be the lucky one. You know you need to cum, we all know it, so I am going to be kind enough to allow it." She shuffled closer to her mother, getting into position, and teased the other woman some more by sliding her plastic cock along her moist lips. It didn't take more than a moment for her cock to be coated in her mother's juices and so, without any further warning, she thrust it in, hard and fast. Evelyn felt her body being pushed up the bed with the force of her daughter's actions. She had never known such a thing existed but she was glad it was her daughter who was fucking her, she was glad it wasn't John and she was glad that she was finally going to cum. And it wasn't going to take too long. "That's it, mother. Ride my cock. Cum on your daughter's plastic cock, you slut." Evelyn didn't know if it was Alison's taunting words, her almost violent thrusts or her own desperate need that set her off and she didn't care. She screamed loud enough to disturb the neighbours as she finally hit her peak and went over the edge. Her body was too secure to move anywhere; she simply had to lie there and allow her daughter to ravage her in a way she had never been taken before. The waves washed over her like a flood and her juices flooded her daughter's bed, pouring past the plastic cock that had invaded her pussy and leaving a very damp spot beneath her. Eventually, of course, her climax broke and her body began to slowly calm down. When her mind began to work again, she noticed that Alison had withdrawn from her pussy and both she and John were undoing the stockings and handcuffs that bound her to the bed. She would have loved to have fallen asleep there and then, not caring whether she was lying in a pool of her own juices, not caring if Alison was still wearing the most obscene contraption she had ever seen and not caring that John was still taking even more photos as witness to her degradation. No, the only thing she cared about at that point was the fact that John's cock was once again erect and she knew it was her body that would be somehow forced to pleasure it. She watched as her daughter lay down beside her, kissed her, then shocked her once again with mere words. "Your turn to go on top, mother-whore. I want to see you fuck yourself." Evelyn looked at her daughter in disbelief but knew she had no choice. She wondered if her throbbing pussy could take another invasion so soon but she struggled to her knees, forced one leg over daughter and lined up the monster cock with her pussy. Very slowly and ever so gently she lowered herself on to it, when a sudden image of her friends watching her and laughing at her flashed through her mind. Of course the fact that John was still taking photos didn't help and she trembled at the thought of him ever showing her uptight friends a picture of her riding her daughter's cock. Her pussy was well lubricated and, even though she had never entertained her husband in this manner, she soon got into a rhythm. Whenever she got to the bottom of her daughter's cock and felt their pubic bones bumping against each another she felt another thrill of humiliation. It felt so wrong to look down to see her own daughter smiling up at her and to see her breasts wobbling as she thrust upwards. This only seemed to spur Alison on, however, as she reached up to grab her mother's dangling breasts and to begin pinching her nipples just as she had done earlier. The combination of the pain in her nipples and the pleasure in her pussy was confusing Evelyn and she was only vaguely aware of John climbing on to the bed behind her. Suddenly Alison released her nipples and grabbed her mother, pulling her down, their breasts smashing against each other. Evelyn had no idea what was about to happen but she began to suspect what her perverted son had in mind when she felt his erect cock pushing in between her cheeks. Instead of her daughter coming to her rescue, Alison slid her hands down and pulled her mother's ample cheeks apart. "Do it, John. Do what you've fantasised about for so long. Fuck my mother's arse." Evelyn didn't know if she was more shocked by her daughter's words, by the fact that her son had dreamed of this moment or by the fact that his hard cock was now pressing against her dirtiest hole. The shocks all merged into one and she could only plead with her daughter to release her. Alison ignored her mother and urged her husband on. "Fuck her, John. Fuck her big, fat arse." John was delighted to do what his wife told him to do for once and, with one powerful, painful thrust, he robbed her of her anal virginity and proceeded to ravage her hole. As he did so, Alison resumed her fucking from below and her poor mother bounced between them. John could feel the stiff, plastic cock in his mother's pussy as he continued to plunder her arsehole, harder and faster he thrust, realising so many different fantasies in that one moment. Evelyn, in turn, could feel his cock beginning to swell deep within her and it was this that set her off again. She came for the final time that day just as her son did the same up her arse. As she felt his cum sliding from her battered hole along with his softening cock she could only pray that they would allow her some rest before the pleasure started again. Tables Turned Ch. 05 Chapter 5 -- The Discovery Jack had spent the last few weeks busily organising a schedule & completing requisition forms in preparation for the installation of the new system. He had made the final presentation to Miss Sharp, who in turn had made her recommendations to the board & had been given the go ahead for the project. It was now up to Jack to make it happen. Items started arriving & he was busily wiring up the new hub & admin centre, which needed to be central to the office. He acquired the main floor plans for the office & directed the work crew in their instillation of wiring & network cabling. Each main office was required to have web-cam capability as well as a conference facility in a new meeting room. Conveniently this meeting room was next to Jack's office, which was the foyer to Miss Sharp's office. Camera's had been installed in all of the senior managers suite which were all networked to the central server. Throughout the week, Jack had been required to log in to each terminal to install upgrade & ensure that the new conferencing software was set up for each user account. This meant that Jack needed user details & passwords for each user. As system administrator, Jack was also required to set up new access codes enabling system scan's & general maintenance whenever required. Late on Thursday evening, Jack had finished setting up user profiles when he had a devilish thought. With his new access privileges, he could easily check each user details for browser history. Innocently, or not, he decided that he should complete a test of his admin access codes. He logged into Miss Sharps terminal & brought up her personal browser details. The new server linked all devices, including her personal laptop to the system back up's. Jack's eye's lit up when he saw the list. Fancy lingerie sites, various footwear shopping sites including some very fancy ones Jack had only heard of in fetish magazines, some different shopping sites, then Jack came to a couple which immediately caught his eye 'victoriasboots.com' & 'datingsingles'co.uk'. 'Hmmm' thought Jack. In a separate window he clicked on dating singles & bought up the site. It was a site for professional people who's lifestyles prevented them from finding potential relationships & intimacy. He clicked on the profile page, & Miss Sharp's profile & username 'missyh-sharp' came up. Jack browsed through the various sections including 'bio' It listed her as being young, outgoing yet determined, 'blog' listed the most recent few entries which mostly revolved around her hectic work schedule but one entry included a section on her recent horse riding competition which she won her category for. Jack then noticed a title called 'fetish'. Without hesitating, he clicked on that. This page was different. It listed various details, including bra size, shoe size, height etc but as Jack read down the page he came to 'Turn ons' & 'Desires'. Clicking on 'Turn ons' Jack scrolled through to read the listings 'Things that turn me on: Snappy Dressers (Smart & Classical), Facial Stubble, Cool Water by Davidoff aftershave, Firm Handling' Jack re-read the last line 'Firm Handling'??? What did that mean? Clicking on to 'Desires' the page loaded a list of things that had different meanings: 'Controlled yet secure, publicly dominant but secretly submissive, romanced yet humiliated' Jack could not believe what he had just read. A whole new world was opening up to him, one which revolved around Miss Sharp. Clicking on the other site 'Victoriasboots.co.uk' Jack found a site dedicated to a passion for boots. There were a number of pairs of boots here that he had seen Miss Sharp wearing herself. Reading the 'bio' for Victoria and her love for boots, Jack instantly thought of Miss Sharp and the various boots she had worn during their time together -- let alone the many other pairs than must adorn her wardrobes at home. Excited by this new found discovery, Jack's mind wandered to the many different scenarios that now formulated in his mind. Shutting his system down, he headed off home -- his mind in a whirl. The next morning, Jack decided to be a little risky. His usual routine was to shower, shave, dress then dash out of the door grabbing some juice & a pastry at the stall near the bus stop. This morning however, he decided that he would forgo the usual shave. On the way to the bus stop, he stopped in a chemist & picked up a bottle of 'Cool Water'. Spraying some on as he stood waiting for his bus his mind wandered, yet again. Entering his floor, he felt his heart racing. As he walked towards his office, he wondered what Miss Sharp would be wearing today & he remembered the many different outfits & pairs of boots he had seen her wearing. Opening the door to his office, he felt his heart sink when he realised that Miss Sharp was not in her office. Checking his e-mail, he saw on her personal calendar that she had meetings all day out of office. Now feeling dejected, Jack settled down to his desk & got on with the tasks in hand. It was around lunchtime on the Friday that Jack finished bench testing all the new systems, cameras & links. He sat back in his chair, blew a huge sigh of relief & grinned. The budget for this project had been set at £285k & after finalising all of the accounts, the actual cost came in at £197k. Admittedly, he had put in a hell of a lot of overtime & used all his own knowledge -- which had saved a fortune with outside contractors, and by taking on additional responsibilities himself saved more long term. That was £88,000 saved against budget, of which he was sure Miss Sharp would be delighted. He summarised all account details & made a final presentation & e-mailed it off to Miss Sharp before heading out to lunch. When Jack returned from lunch, he found a note on his desk. He opened it & read 'Dear Mr. Peters, Thank you for your e-mail. I am so very pleased that this project has been mutually beneficial for the both of us. Unfortunately, I have a meeting this afternoon but would like to meet up & thank you personally. Please drop by at my house on your way from the office later on this evening. I will be going out this evening so should be home between 6pm & 7.30pm. Regards, Helena Sharp.' Also enclosed was her business card, with her home address written on the back. Straight away, Jack was turned on. He never thought he would be seeing the inside to Miss Sharp's house -- and she wanted to thank him personally! He had to use this opportunity to make an impression. He decided to buy a new suit on his way. Something a bit more classier, classier than his usual office wear. With nothing more on the calendar for the day, he tidied up his desk & headed off to the shops. Strolling down Finsbury Avenue, Jack felt nervous but excited. He'd gotten his new outfit. A smart black three piece suit, new shoes (actually they were ankle boots -- with a slight western style), smart new shirt & tie. He had even had a new haircut. Approaching number 86, he pause outside the entrance to the driveway. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the aftershave & freshened himself up. Walking up the driveway, Jack thought that it was more than big enough to accommodate at least five cars Knocking on the heavy door, Jack thought that this old Victorian house must be huge inside. Nervously waiting on the door step, he felt his palms starting to get sweaty. The door creaked as it slowly opened & there she was. Miss Sharp stood, greeting him at her doorway. Taken aback, Jack guiltily allowed his eyes to wander up & down. She was towering over him, wearing a sleek black vinyl all in one & a pair of black matt leather thigh high boots which must have been at least 6 inches high. Her make up was slightly more 'aggressive' than usual which gave her a stern appearance. 'Ah, Peters. Please come in' she said. As Jack brushed passed her at the doorway, he was sure he heard her take a deep breath. He paused & looked around at her to see her eyes glowing. Was she eyeing him up? 'Err, Peter's, thank you for coming. I, I know it'sss short notice but I wanted to thank you for your hard work with our project' she said. She was eyeing him! up & down! Jack felt a little pang of excitement inside. 'No problem Miss Sharp, you know I would do anything for you. That's what makes our relationship so special, it is all about devotion' Jack replied with a huge beaming smile on his face. Miss Sharp stood there, not sure what to say or do next. She didn't like being in this situation. Caught off guard. 'What was it?' she thought. 'What's so different about him? He looks good, and that smell! It's driving me wild. I can't concentrate. Must remain professional. Must.' 'Ok, where were we? Yes, well Peters. Jack. Can I call you Jack?' 'Yes Miss, I would like that' replied Jack, now feeling quite confident seeing the impact he was having on Miss Sharp. 'Yyyyou must think I look a bit strange wearing all of this?' said Miss Sharp, as she took a step back & looked down at her feet 'I'm on my way to a fancy dress party later & I am going as Cat woman. I don't normally wear things like this' 'That's a shame Miss, you look amazing. You look stunning all of the time, & even more so when I close my eyes & think of you' Jack smartly replied, seeing Miss Sharp blush a deep shade of red. 'Oh Jack, thank you. You know, you actually look good yourself. Somehow more mature? Anyway, we need to discuss business before pleasure. Shall we go & sit?' Miss Sharp responded, gesturing Jack into the sitting room. Entering the sitting room, he saw the room was spotlessly clean. Beckoning him to sit on a large leather sofa, she sat herself down next to him. Turning to look directly at him, she went to speak -- then hesitated. 'Well then Jack, at the start of our project we had a deal didn't we. Now, we came in under budget by £88k. I would like to propose that you take 20% of that for yourself as your bonus. How does that sound?' Miss Sharp said, in an unconvincing voice -- almost as though she were doubting herself. 'Well Miss, I think that is very generous of you. Very generous indeed.' Jack replied. 'Now, on my workings out that makes you a little over £17k' she said. 'Well Miss Sharp, that sounds really generous. But, I was thinking that you would like this arrangement to continue. I mean, with the two of us working together? I believe we make a good team?' Jack said. 'Oh yes indeed, oh yes Jack. I need you now, I think we make a perfect team. I have never had an assistant like you before. One who understands my needs & is willing to put the extra effort in like you have' Miss sharp replied, and she hesitantly rested one of her hands on Jack's thigh. Slowly & carefully, touching up & down, gently moving further & lower with each stroke before caressing with her long red nails through the material of his trousers. Jack suddenly realised & tensed up. He needed to remain focused. 'That's how I feel about you too Miss Sharp. I am very happy with our arrangement, except that I would like to push it up to 25%. I believe that figure would be more reasonable, given our 'special' working relationship'. Jack hesitantly, but defiantly stated. 'Hmm, well Jack. You do drive a hard bargain. Normally, I would have kicked a subservient to the ground & booted them out for being so brash' she snapped whilst still rubbing her hand up & down his thigh 'but I like you. You have passion, & clearly a drive for bigger things. It's a deal. 'Thank you Miss.' Jack replied. He was feeling so excited about actually manipulating her into a raise in the stakes that for a moment, he forgot SHE was the boss. 'Well Jack, It is a shame but I really must finish getting ready. Would you like me to drop you off on my way?' Miss Sharp said. 'Yes please' Jack replied, excited at the prospect of spending another few minutes with his sexy cat woman boss. 'No problem at all. Let me finish getting ready, I won't be a tick' & with that, she walked out of the room. Hearing her heels click clacking up the marble stairs, Jack glanced to the adjoining dining table to see her long leather coat draped across a seat. Quietly walking over, he also saw placed on top a pair of her elbow length opera style black leather gloves. Discreetly, he picked one up & started to sniff. The used leather smelt sensational, the combination of her oily hands mixed with the aromatic leather sent a shiver down his spine. Brushing one of the gloves across his cheek & lips, he imagined her on her knees in front of him. Remembering where he was snapped him back to reality, just in time as he heard her heels clacking down the stairs. 'Ready?' she said Jack stared as she pulled on the gloves, tightening & clenching her fist as she pulled them up as far as they could go. He gulped a couple of times, so wanting to take things further. Next she pulled on her leather coat. Walking out into the hallway, he notice her bend down to pick something up. She turned and faced him, & he saw that she was holding a long black whip. She beckoned him towards her, Jack felt his balls tightening & his now throbbing erection straining against his underwear. Surely she noticed. 'I would like to thank you Jack, for all your hard work.' And with that, she put her arms around him & gave him a kiss on the cheek. She held the position for a moment, almost as though she were inhaling the scent off of his neck. Jack instantaneously allowed his hands to wander to her hips, tenderly brushing & caressing the soft leather of her coat. After what seemed like an age, they took a step back from one another. Miss Sharp seemed confused & thought 'I need to get a grip, control yourself woman' The journey to Jack's was a strange one. He kept glancing across at her thighs, her boots tentatively within reach yet seeming so far away. She kept drawing deep breath, as though fighting the urge. She nervously tried to make small talk, but ended up stammering through a conversation. Pulling up outside Jacks, he decided to take one last risk. He reached across, placed on hand on her booted thigh & gave her a long lingering kiss on the side of her neck all the while stroking the leather on her thigh down to her knee. Feeling her whole body tense up, he could hear her take a deep breath & let out a huge sigh. 'Thank you for bringing me home' Jack said. 'Nnno problem at all' Miss Sharp replied. 'See you soon' she said, whilst giving him a loving look with those big blue eyes. With that, Jack got out & walked up to his front door. In his own mind he now knew the buttons to press. As much as he instantly wanted her, he knew he would have to make this last. He would have to play her at her own game to keep the excitement alive. He would have to come up with a plan, to ensnare her forever... To be continued... Tables Turned Ch. 05 The women in John's life seemed happy. Alison, his wife, was even more submissive than she had ever been before but she also seemed to be reveling in sometimes playing the dominant part when it came to their adventures with her mother. Evelyn, her mother, was still pretending to be a reluctant participant in their games, still pretending to be the righteous pillar of society that all her friends thought her to be. John, however, knew exactly what she was. He knew very well that when he wanted to use her, when he wanted his wife to use her, that she would protest every moment of her humiliation; and every moment her pussy would become more and more aroused until her whole body would shake in each incredible orgasm that she achieved at the hands, at the tongues and at the cocks of her daughter and son. Alison's cock was of course a rubber one but John's was all too real and he had lost count of how many times he had cum in and on his mother in law. Yes, life was good for John and his women at this moment but there was still one more who spent a lot of time at their home who didn't seem happy. He had hired Maria as a personal favour to one of his many employees. Her mother, Sally, had explained that Maria was going to university after the summer but was looking for a job to raise funds to help with this. Sally was a single mother and John had always had a soft spot for her. She was a hard working, loyal secretary and John would have happily funded her daughter's education if she had only asked. He knew, however, that she was proud of what she had achieved on her own and she wanted to raise her daughter to do the same. So John had been delighted to agree to interview the eighteen year old girl and it was still an interview that he looked back on with a great amount of fondness. That had been over a month ago and John smiled as he once again thought back to the day Maria was first shown into his office. The nervous girl couldn't have known that the interview was a formality even before she sat down so she had dressed in what she had thought was appropriate business attire, a plain white blouse and a straight black skirt. Her outfit was finished off with plain black tights and flat black shoes. The fact that she wasn't wearing high high heels had surprised John because the girl was small, just like her mother, and John couldn't help but feel very powerful as this timid girl had stood before him. Smiling at her, John had stood up to shake her hand and noticed immediately just how small she was as he towered over her. He was only six feet tall himself but she was at least five or six inches smaller than he was. Her palm was moist as she shook his hand and she could barely look him in the eye as he invited her to take a seat. Maria was even more nervous than John could have imagined. Powerful men, and women, always seemed to have this effect on her. She knew what would happen as soon as this important man, her mother's boss, began to speak to her. Already she could feel her nipples starting to tingle as she tried really hard to concentrate on what he was asking her but every time she raised her eyes she could feel the weight of his stare. John was bemused by how embarrassed the poor girl was as soon as he had began to ask her even the most basic questions. He had imagined he would be faced with a typical eighteen year old who would drive him to distraction with her "know it all" attitude or her "couldn't care less" demeanour. John was certainly being driven to distraction but it wasn't because Maria was doing anything wrong. The first sign he saw of her true nature was the way her cheeks blushed almost as soon as he started talking. He noticed too that she never looked him in the eye, always keeping her head bowed, only daring to raise her eyes when she had to answer a question. But what really sealed the deal for John was when he noticed her nipples. He couldn't do anything but notice them as the longer the interview went on the more they seemed to swell until he seriously thought they were going to burst through her thin white blouse. Not that John was complaining; he loved the submissive nature that the girl was so obviously portraying and he wondered if he would ever have the chance to find out just how far she was prepared to go to please her new employer. He had offered her the job of housemaid on the spot and the girl had raised her head for the first time. She smiled the most beautiful smile at him and John was immediately captivated by her gorgeous brown eyes. Maria had practically ran out of his office, too excited to even shake John's hand and in too much of a hurry to let her mother know the good news. If she had been more calm she would have remembered the other symptom of her submissive nature that John hadn't noticed until now. She always liked to dress more adventurously under her outer clothes when she was nervous and for her interview she had not chosen black tights as John had imagined but black thigh-high stockings. Her outfit had been completed by a tiny black thong which was saturated by the end of her ordeal. It had been unable to contain her flowing pussy juices and it had been unable to prevent her leaving a small damp spot on the leather chair. In her rush to leave she hadn't noticed the evidence of her nervousness and of her arousal but John did. He smiled to himself, knowing he had made a very wise decision and thinking that he might decide to work from home a lot more over the summer. That had been over a month ago and Maria was once again sitting in his office only this time her bright brown eyes were dulled with tears and John had no idea what was wrong with the girl. It took a long time for him to coax some answers from her and he realised that she had used almost every ounce of her courage to come to his office again. Something was obviously very wrong and he knew he had to get to the bottom of it or he ran the risk of losing both the girl and her mother from his employ. Maria eventually explained that she loved working for him in his beautiful home and John replied that he loved having her there. This was very true as Maria had proved to be just as hard working, just as loyal, as her mother but something was wrong and so John tried to encourage her to tell him exactly what it was. Eventually she managed to whisper, "It's your mother, sir." Finally the light dawned. John knew that he had control of Evelyn but to the rest of society she had continued to be the over bearing bitch that she had always been. He probed some more and by the time Maria was finished he had a very detailed explanation of just what had been going on whenever he was not at home and he promised the poor girl that he would put things right. Asking her to come back to his house with him there and then, he was rewarded with one of her angelic smiles and John smiled himself as a plan began to form in his mind as to how to teach his mother a new lesson. Throughout the journey in his chauffeur driven car John had tried to reassure her that everything would be fine from now on. All she had to do was follow his lead once Alison and her mother came home. Maria wasn't sure how he could control his mother or convince her to treat her maid with more respect but she trusted her employer implicitly. For the first time in weeks she began to relax and leaned back into the soft leather seat of the most luxurious car she had ever been in. All her resolve disappeared however the moment the two older women returned. She met them at the door and informed them that John was waiting for them in his study. The two women looked at each other anxiously. They had just spent a very enjoyable day in the city, one of their joint trips that were becoming more frequent now that they knew their place in the new order of things. A summons to the study, however, was always a serious matter and they rushed there without even taking off their coats. They knew better than to just go straight in and they knocked nervously on the door before waiting for admission with a growing sense of trepidation. After an agonising wait of only a few moments but one that seemed to go on forever, John issued a gruff "Come in!" They nearly fell over each other in their desire to be first through the door, not wanting to give John any excuse to be annoyed with them. When they saw his glowering face, however, they instantly knew that one or both of them was in serious trouble. They were so intent ion examining the last few days to see if they had inadvertently committed any misdemeanours that they didn't even notice Maria locking the door behind them and joining John on the other side of the desk. "I'm very disappointed in you, Evelyn. I thought you knew by now how I expected you to behave. Alison breathed an audible sigh of relief when she heard her husband's words, delighted that it was her mother and not she who had incurred his wrath. She took a step away from her mother's side and walked round to join John and Maria. Maria didn't understand what was happening but she had seen the blood rush from her tormentor's face and realised who exactly ruled this household. Even so she was shocked to hear Evelyn's response. "I'm sorry, John, I really am. I don't know what I have done to irritate you but please tell me and I will make sure it never happens again." "We will get into the details shortly. At this moment it should be sufficient for you that I am not happy and when you know that I'm not happy then someone has to pay. That someone is you, Evelyn, so take off your coat and come over here." The tears welled in the older woman's eyes as she knew what was about to happen to her but she also knew what would happen if she hesitated for even a moment. She nervously fumbled with the buttons on her coat, shrugged it off her shoulders, and practically threw it at Maria. For a very brief moment she wondered why the girl was here at all but presumed that her son would dismiss the maid at any moment. It was only when Maria simply dropped the coat on to the thick carpet that both Evelyn and Alison realised just how serious this was. John hated untidiness and demanded the house always be spic and span, one of the reasons he had hired Maria in the first place. The fact that she was so obviously submissive and that her young body filled her uniform in all the right places were just added bonuses as far as he was concerned. Neither of the other women knew any of this, of course, and simply stared in amazement at the girl. Their shock was compounded when John stood up and told her to take his place at the desk. Alison and her mother stared at each other, wondering if the world had gone mad. No one else ever sat at John's desk, no one, yet he had just instructed the maid to do exactly that. Maria didn't understand either but she understood her role was to follow John's instructions to the letter and she was always most comfortable when she had someone to tell her what to do. "You have been making Maria's life a misery, Evelyn, and I am not happy with you. As a punishment you will do everything that you have forced this lovely young woman to do for you. Now Maria what did you tell me was the worst thing that my mother has you do for her?" Maria was so stunned by the turn of events that her head hung low and her voice was so quiet that John could barely hear what she said. He had, however, had a full report from her earlier in his office so he knew very well what his mother had been up to. "So you have been making Maria undress you and pick up your dirty clothes wherever you may have dropped them when she is not there to attend to you. Well now it's your turn. I want you to take off Maria's panties and hand them to me." All three women looked at him in shock. Maria's face was burning with embarrassment at the mention of her underwear in this company. The idea of someone else, especially another woman, reaching under her skirt and pulling them down filled her with dread. The fact that she was wearing her briefest panties and the fact that her pussy had been soaking them since her employer had explained what he was going to do made her whole head swim with conflicting emotions. What he was going to do with them was just too much for her to even think about. Even so she stood up just as her employer had indicated she should and awaited her fate. Evelyn didn't know how such a wonderful day had suddenly gone so badly wrong but she instantly dropped to her knees before the girl. She briefly looked up at her daughter but she knew there was no help coming from that direction. She knew that Alison would be only too glad that it was not her who was John's target today. What she didn't know was that her daughter's panties were as moist as her own at this turn of events. She nervously slid her hands up the girl's tight skirt and was more than surprised to realise that her maid was wearing stockings. Having said that, it made the act of removing her panties so much easier and she quickly pulled them down the girl's slightly parted legs. Maria thought she would die of shame as her obviously wet panties came to everyone's view but she didn't know what shame meant until the woman on her knees before her handed them over to John. He had been longing to catch sight of the girl's underwear since the day he met her and was delighted by her choice. Looking the girl in the eye, he turned them inside out, turned them so that everyone could set the very wet crotch, and then brought them to his face. Maria could only stare at him as he inhaled her scent but she couldn't see how quickly his cock had grown when he did so. Nor could she see the way it throbbed when he stuck out his tongue and licked her underwear, licked them right on the spot that had been pressed against her most intimate spot, licked them exactly where they seemed to be soaked through. Smiling at her, he placed her panties on his desk, for he was not finished with them yet, and turned his attention back to his mother. Indicating that Maria should sit down again, he addressed the older woman. "What are you waiting for, Evelyn? You know what you have to do next. Get into position across Maria's lap." Evelyn keenly felt the humiliation of a woman of her years being forced to put herself into such a position. It wasn't enough that she would have to subject herself to yet another spanking but she was going to have to do it with a girl young enough to be her granddaughter taking the lead. The fact that her own daughter and son were going to witness her further downfall only increased her sense of shame. Maria could do nothing but look down in amazement as the source of all her recent unhappiness was forced to lie across her lap. Everyone seemed to be waiting for her to act and she eventually realised that it was she who was going to deliver her tormentor's punishment. She felt a sudden thrill at the thought and a further moistening thrilled her between her legs at the thought of spanking someone, especially someone who had always seemed so dominant to her. As she raised her hand to strike the first blow she was interrupted by her employer. "When you spank someone, Maria, you should always spank them on their bare backside. Otherwise their clothes will smother some of your efforts. Alison, you know what to do." Maria sat back, puzzled a little, as the other woman leaned over and took hold of her mother's dress. Lifting it from the bottom, Alison tormented the older woman by slowly sliding the material up the back of her stocking-clad legs, inch by tantalising inch. Evelyn shuddered in her embarrassment, knowing full well that very soon her stocking tops and her underwear would be revealed. Then she remembered just what panties she had chosen this morning. Believing that she and her daughter would be spending the day shopping and that she would be unlikely to see her son until much later, she had disobeyed John and reverted to the big cotton knickers that she had been accustomed to wearing before he took control of her daily choice of clothing. As her daughter finally pulled her dress up past the naked flesh at the top of her stockings, her large white cotton knickers came into view. Alison gasped at her mother's audacity while John glared at his mother's disobedience and vowed that today would be one she would never forget. "Remove those disgusting knickers immediately, Alison." It wasn't that he didn't like Evelyn's choice of underwear; his cock was actually twitching again at the sight of the white cotton stretched across his mother's large arse. But these were not the panties she had been instructed to wear and he couldn't allow her disobedience to go unnoticed. Evelyn meanwhile hung her head in shame, thankful at least that her hair was hanging forward over her face, concealing her burning cheeks as she blushed anew while her daughter slowly pulled her knickers down her legs. She was sure Alison was prolonging her agony deliberately but she had other things to worry about now. Maria was suddenly faced with a plump, round arse and at first she wasn't sure what she should do. Instinct seemed to takeover, however, and she began to run her hand across the surprisingly smooth cheeks of the older woman. Evelyn squirmed at the girl's touch and at the thought that someone as lowly as a maid was being allowed to molest her in this way. What was even worse that she knew how wet she was and she was sure she could smell her own arousal. Or was it the girl's? Either way she would have squirmed even more if she had known that Maria had indeed noticed how moist the woman's pussy lips were and realised that this position was actually turning her on. The maid had never spanked anyone in her life but John had instructed her quite clearly as to what she should do. Following his earlier instructions she hooked her leg around one of Evelyn's, forcing the other woman's legs apart and displaying not only her pussy but her tightest hole too. Maria was amazed, Evelyn was ashamed and her daughter flooded her panties once again at seeing her mother being used in this manner. "You may begin now, Maria," commanded John with a smile and the girl did exactly as she was told, bringing her small hand down fast on the upturned bottom before her. SMACK! The noise thrilled the innocent girl almost as much as the sight of her tormentor's arse wobbling under the impact of her hand. Evelyn on the other hand was pleasantly surprised. Having endured spankings from John's big, strong hand, the feeling of being spanked by this slip of a girl was almost thrilling. It was as if a child had control of her because the pain was nothing compared to what she was used to. As Maria continued to rain blows down on her cheeks, however, she found herself becoming even more aroused with each slap and she began to unconsciously attempt to rub herself against the course material of her captor's skirt. Maria of course had no idea what was going on but when her employer signaled to her to stop she was stunned when she looked more closely at the woman on her lap. The deep pink tinge to the woman's cheeks was pleasing enough but what really grabbed her attention was the saturation of pussy juices between the older woman's legs. John had not instructed her to do what she did next but she suddenly wanted to touch Evelyn's lips and, sliding her finger along the older woman's soaking pussy, she brought the finger to her nose to smell the result of her tormentor's arousal. Evelyn nearly sobbed aloud as she felt the girl's soft touch but she would have been mortified if she had seen Maria hold out her finger to John. John sucked greedily at the copious juices on the girl's finger before instructing her to do it again, only this time, once Maria had played with Evelyn's slick pussy lips again, he ordered Maria to suck the juices off her own finger. Tables Turned Ch. 05 This was not part of the plan but John was happy to improvise and Maria didn't seem in the least bit reluctant as she cleansed her finger and tasted another woman's juices for the first time ever. Evelyn could only lie there and wait until her ordeal was over but it wasn't going to be until her own daughter had also been given a taste of her mother's sweet juices. Even then her punishment had only just begun. John told Maria to release his mother which she promptly did. On very unsteady legs Evelyn pushed herself up from the girl's lap and waited to be dismissed. However, John was not finished with her yet. "I believe you like to walk around naked to embarrass Maria, Is this true, Evelyn?" His mother stood before him with her skirt still bunched up around her waist at the back since he had not commanded her to correct it. She thought about denying the accusation but she knew better than to defy John so she simply nodded before she hung her head again, dreading what he would do to her now. "Well, Maria, I think it's only fair that we should have her naked here in front of us, don't you? Then we'll see who's embarrassed." Evelyn's head shot up in disbelief at her son's words. She had been naked in front of him and her daughter often enough by now but she still found that shameful. She had been naked in front of the maid too but that was on her terms and it was, as John suspected, designed to embarrass the girl. To have to remove her clothes in front of all three of them would be mortifying and she was about to protest. That is until she saw the look on John's face and knew she had no option but to comply with his wishes. She had quite enjoyed the spanking from the maid but she certainly didn't want another one from John on top of it. She knew the only way to satisfy her son's desire was to do exactly what he told her and she began to open the top button on her blouse. "Not so fast, Evelyn. I think we'd like to see your legs first. Raise your skirt." Evelyn looked pleadingly at her daughter once again but all she saw in Alison's eyes was a hunger that was equally matched by her son and her maid. She reached down and began to pull her tight skirt up, up past her knees, up all the way to her stocking tops. There she hesitated, hoping this would be enough for her audience but she should have known better. John simply waved his hand in an upward motion and she continued to raise her skirt, continued to expose herself, continued to feel even more shame than she had already. When her naked pussy appeared, John indicated for her to stop. "Well, Maria, do you like what you see?" The previously shy, innocent girl didn't trust herself to speak but simply nodded in vigorous assent. Everyone else in the room noticed, however, that she licked her lips in anticipation as she did so. "And what about you, Evelyn. Do you feel embarrassed showing off your pussy to your daughter and a girl young enough to be your granddaughter?" Evelyn also nodded, too ashamed to speak, too ashamed of her near nakedness, too ashamed of her moist pussy and her growing arousal. "And yet you still have so much further to go, don't you? Turn around. Let's see how good a job Maria did in spanking your arse." Doing as she was told she wondered to herself as she often had why exactly her son was so fascinated by her backside. She had never paid any attention to it in her whole life and she had never encouraged her rat of a husband to do so either. But John always seemed to lavish as much attention on her bottom as he did on her pussy. Deciding that she would never understand men she stood with her back to the three of them and awaited her next instruction. "Bend over, Evelyn." Somehow she knew that was what he was going to say but it didn't help her to feel any less humiliated. She knew in this position, especially as John always insisted that she bent forward enough to touch her toes, she knew that her most private hole would be open to her audience. Sure enough, just as she reached the tips of her toes, she heard the girl gasp and she felt her face burn anew as she presented her dirtiest hole to them all. "Very nice, Evelyn. Now stand up. It's time for you to get naked." Without further instruction she stood, turned back round to face them, reached round to open the button on her skirt and wiggled her hips as she pulled it down her legs. Stepping away from it, she returned to her blouse, opening the buttons, wanting to prolong what she knew was coming yet wanting it to be over as soon as possible. Freeing the last of the buttons, she shrugged the blouse of her shoulders and pulled it off her arms. Picking up her skirt she folded both garments neatly together and lay them on the desk. Standing there before them in just her bra, stockings and shoes, she decided to take the plunge and reached back to undo her bra and let it fall down her arms. Placing it on top of the rest of her clothes she tried not to look anyone in the eye but all three of them were staring at her and she quickly bowed her head again as the moistness increased between her legs once again. Maria could only stare at the almost naked woman in wonderment. She had seen her naked before but never like this, never when she had been forced to strip for the pleasure of others, never when it was Maria herself who was seemingly in charge and never when she had felt so aroused. She had often wondered what it would be like to touch another girl, another woman, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined she would have the chance to touch this woman, to control this woman, to have this woman do what she told her to do. "Excellent. Now I believe you have forced Maria to bathe you too. Well it seems only fair that we should reverse the roles. Let's see how good you are at being the maid for a change. Everyone, upstairs. I believe Evelyn has the biggest bath so let's go there." John marched out of the room without looking back. He knew that Alison and Evelyn would simply follow him as he had instructed but he wondered what Maria would do. She must have realised by now, he thought, that she would have to undress too to allow the next part of the plan to proceed and he looked forward to finally getting to see the girl naked, the girl he had lusted after ever since he had met her. Maria, for her part, simply followed the others as if she was being led by an invisible thread. She was thoroughly enjoying the sight of Evelyn's pink cheeks as the older woman walked before her. She felt a surge of pride that she was responsible for her tormentor's new colour and was enjoying playing her part in the woman's downfall and humiliation. She wondered to herself how far her employer intended to take the next part of their plan because she obviously wasn't going to bathed by his other. That would have required her to undress in front of them all and that would be ridiculous not to mention incredibly embarrassing. Evelyn didn't know how far her son intended to go with this charade and neither did her daughter. Both women knew, however, that just the thought of what might happen was causing their pussies to tingle. For Evelyn this wasn't particularly a problem since she was naked already. She did blush, however, at the thought that her maid may notice her glistening juices as they climbed the stairs to her en-suite bathroom. Alison, on the other hand, didn't have to worry about that but she could feel her tiny panties becoming even more wet and she wondered who would've given the task of removing them from her moist lips. She knew that when her husband was in this sort of mood that it was going to be a long evening for them all and the chances of her remaining fully dressed were very slim indeed. John led the way to Evelyn's room, eager to step up the pace. He was desperate to get involved but he knew he had to take his time. Besides, he was enjoying making his mother squirm once again. Entering the bedroom he marched straight through and stood before the large sunken bath. He had had it installed once he had taken control of the older woman because he knew that some day they would all share it together. That day had now arrived but he was the only one who knew this. Until now. "Evelyn, start preparing Maria's bath and make sure you use the very best of your bath salts. Maria, would you like to undress yourself or would you like my mother to assist you?" Maria just stared at him, aghast. Surely he wasn't serious? She couldn't possibly undress before him and the other two women. And yet he didn't seem to be joking. He simply waited for her to begin with his patient, encouraging smile. She hung her head in embarrassment and yet the thrill between her legs made her think that maybe she should do as she was being asked. But before she could decide to move John took the initiative and walked behind her. Resting his hands on the girl's trembling shoulders he turned her to face his wife and mother. Evelyn was still busy preparing the bath but Alison's eyes were fixed on the girl. She knew her husband was attracted to this type but now she felt her own juices flowing as she impatiently waited to see what was about to happen. For her part Maria knew men were attracted to her young body, her round breasts, her ample backside, but she had never thought for a moment that women might see something in her that they wanted. The look on the the face of her employer's wife wasn't just "want," however. The confused girl could only have described that look as hunger. She gasped when she felt John's hands slide down from her shoulders and begin to undo the buttons on her tight, white blouse. As he opened each one in turn, starting at the top, she blushed as more and more of her skin was revealed. She almost begged him to stop when the lace of her while bra came into view but John's authority and her gushing pussy convinced her to go along with what he was doing. As he brushed the blouse off her shoulders he was desperate to reach round and caress her breasts but he told himself to be patient. The rewards would be so much greater if he controlled himself at this point. Pulling Maria's blouse from her tight skirt he threw it to his wife who nearly dropped it, so enraptured was she by the sight of the maid's magnificent breasts. Bending his maid forward ever so slightly, John opened the button on the waistband of her black skirt and slowly, tantalisingly, lowered the zip. He could only look on in awe as her two cheeks appeared as if he was unwrapping a gift. He smiled as she wiggled slightly to allow him to pull it down over her full hips. Then he walked round her to admire her from the front. And admire is certainly what he did. She was perfect in his eyes and the fact that she hung her head in embarrassment only made him want her even more. She stood there in only her bra, stockings and flat shoes, awaiting her fate, awaiting whatever her employer, her "master", wanted to do with her. Where had that thought come from, she wondered, as her legs squeezed together trying to ease the ache between them. John had been longing for some time to see her breasts but, for the moment, his eyes were fixed further down her pussy. Maria had the most luxurious bush covering her pussy and although he preferred a shaven cunt, she was just as she imagined she would be. Her hair looked right on her and seemed to accentuate her unspoiled beauty. Dragging his eyes away, his hands slid the straps of her bra down off her shoulders, his touch causing the girl to tremble as she knew she was about to loose her last protection. Reaching around her curvy body he undid the clasp on her bra, his cock twitching in anticipation of the vision about to be unwrapped. He smoothed his hands under her full cups, easing the bra from her body and brushed against her aching nipples. "Alison, why don't you help Maria to take her stockings off." His wife had been patiently waiting to join in this latest adventure but this wasn't what she had in mind. Falling to her knees in front of the maid, she leased the girl's shoes off then reached up for the lacy tops at the girl's thighs. She couldn't help but stare at Maria's hairy pussy, remembering how her own used to look exactly like this, remembering how John had ordered her to shave off all the hair between her legs, remembering how her husband had seemed captivated by the girl's hairy cunt. What she also noticed was that Maria's arousal was very evident. Her scent and the droplets of moisture made a mockery of the younger woman's pretend innocence. "What a slut," thought Alison, ignoring her maid's embarrassment and obvious inexperience. "Thank you, Alison," said John, ignoring his wife's obvious discomfort and even more obvious jealousy. Taking Maria by the hand, he helped her into the sunken bath. Maria nervously dipped a toe into the water and gasped at the sudden heat but she was determined not to let her tormentor get the better of her.taking her strength from her kind employer's authority of the hated woman she coaxed herself into the suds and sunk down under the water until only her head was visible. "Time for you to earn your keep, Eleanor. Start washing your maid." The older woman was already naked and had already been spanked by the girl so being forced to wash her wouldn't cause her too much trouble, especially as there was only so much that she could reach from the side of the bath. As she began to lather the soap on a sponge, her own sponge, however, she was stopped. "That won't do, Eleanor. Get into the bath with Maria. Then you can clean her whole body." Eleanor dared to glare at her son. As always he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and exactly how to make things even worse. Maria on the other hand simply shuddered under the water with embarrassment and anticipation at the words, "her whole body." Following her maid's lead she eased herself into the steaming water and wished that she hadn't ran the hot water for so long. Taking the sponge from John's outstretched hand she grabbed Maria's leg none too gently and lifted it out of the water. Maria nearly slipped under, such was the strength of the older woman, but she caught herself and began to enjoy the sensation of someone else lathering her foot, calf and lower thigh. Evelyn would not allow herself to go any further, even though she knew that was what John was expecting. She unceremoniously dropped her maid's leg back into the water with a splash before lifting the other leg and beginning the process again. "That's nice, Evelyn. But Alison and I can't really see too much. Why don't you kneel up, Maria, then she can wash your body and we can enjoy the show." Having said that, he leaned over the bath and whispered something into his mother's ear warning her that she had better put on a better show than she had already. Evelyn simply nodded in obedience, not wanting to run the risk of further punishment. Maria, meanwhile, had been enjoying the relative privacy that the soap bubbles had provided but if her employer wanted her to kneel then that was what she would do. And if he wanted a show then she would try to give him all she had. She nervously laughed a little as her breasts came into view and waited patiently while Evelyn lathered up the sponge once more. Trying to postpone the inevitable, she moved round to the girl's back and began to wash the girl's shoulders, neck and back. With each stroke of the older woman's sponge Maria began to relax just a little but that soon stopped when the woman's hands moved lower, this time concentrating on the maid's plump bottom and hips. This time John leaned over and whispered something into Maria's ear and the girl smiled in obedience while her face flushed in embarrassment. She stood up, loving the feeling of the luxurious suds running down her body, and leaned forward slightly, presenting Evelyn, not to mention John and Alison, with the view of her gorgeous backside. As John had instructed she parted her legs just a little to allow them all just a peek of the waiting delights between her legs and all three of them lusted after her even more. Evelyn knew what was required of her without having to be told again so she slid the sponge down, down between those wonderful cheeks, even down over the very small, very tight entrance that no one had ever seen before today. This brought out a shocked gasp from the young girl but when her eyes shot up her employer smiled kindly at her and Maria knew that even this was all right. "Very nice, Maria. Now kneel down again so Evelyn can continue." As the girl eased herself back down to her knees, Evelyn slid forward until her breasts touched her maid's back. This time she reached round and ran the sponge over Maria's almost flat stomach, circling lower and lower until she was just brushing the edge of the thick pubic hair that had mesmerised John so quickly. Not wanting to go there, she glided the sponge back up, curving her hands around her maid's full breasts, covering them in thick, white suds. John was desperate to cover them in thick, white cum but he and his cock would have to be patient. By now Maria's nipples were full and hard underneath the sponge and at a nod from her son Evelyn dropped the sponge and concentrated on them instead. The unsuspecting girl gasped in shock at this unknown pleasure, her body trembling with excitement. John's cock, however, was about to burst through his trousers and he ordered both women out of the water. "Evelyn, get dried and lie down on your bed. Alison, you can dry Maria. She needs to be ready for her next adventure." None of the women knew what was in store now, not even Maria, as her employer had already gone much further than they had planned. She wasn't going to complain though as every moment had been incredible so far but she did wonder why the older woman was now lying down on her bed. Alison wanted to deal with Maria but not in this way. She wanted to bend her over her knee and give her the type of spanking she deserved, the type that her husband gave her. She wanted to strap on her rubber cock and drive it into this young slut's tight holes and make sure she knew who was in charge in this house. But, of course, she did none of this. She meekly followed her husband's instructions, wrapping the girl in a luxurious bath towel, drying every inch of her curvy body and led her over to the bed. "You're nearly finished, Evelyn, and I hope you have learned your lesson. As a final gift to Maria I want you to make her cum." All three women stared at him in shock and disbelief but John ignored them all and took Maria by the hand. Gently unwrapping her, he let the towel drop to the floor and told her what he wanted her to do. She looked at him as if he was mad but his firm hand holding hers told her that he was perfectly serious. So she climbed onto the bed, placed one foot on either side of the older woman's body and began to lower herself, settling her hairy, wet pussy on her tormentor's anguished face. "Now this will take as long as it takes, Evelyn, but once Maria cums on your face, you will be free to get dressed again. You may begin." Evelyn had become accustomed over the last few weeks to licking her daughter's pussy when she was ordered to by her evil son. But to be forced to do this to this stranger, this maid, was just so embarrassing, so insulting, and yet so arousing. She couldn't deny that her pussy juices were running and she knew that as soon as she was released she would have to give her own body some attention. She tentatively, stuck out her tongue and began to lick the pussy exposed above her, barely touching the edge of Maria's cunt lips. Tables Turned Ch. 05 The girl shivered in excitement and lust as a sensation she had never known coursed through her body. She felt the older woman's skilled tongue exploring her most intimate place and she instinctively ground her hips into her tormentor's face. "That's it, Evelyn, lick your maid's pussy," John encouraged her. "Push it in as deep as it will go." Evelyn was wracked by shame, by humiliation, by lust as she forced herself to overcome her revulsion and suck her maid's dripping pussy and swallow the juices that were flowing into her mouth. As she thrashed faster and faster on the face and tongue below her, Maria couldn't take any more, her body being satisfied for the first time ever. She began to cum, her body arching in delight as her juices gushed over the other woman's and her very first orgasm shook her inexperienced body. It washed over her in waves as Evelyn continued the assault on her pussy but eventually it relented and allowed her body to calm down. Not being able to suffer any more attention from Evelyn's tongue, she slumped forward, looked down at the face she had just used and which had just used her, a face twisted in shame and hatred and glistening with cunt juices, and climbed off. Resting back on the pillows, she looked over to John and his wife, no longer surprised that he had his cock out and was tugging on it while Alison had her hand buried deep within her panties. "Is there something I can do for you, sir, in return?" "I thought you'd never ask," smiled John as he and Alison stripped off in record time. Tables Turned Ch. 06 Chapter 6 - The Plan Jack spent the next few days finalising the user details of all system operatives. It was an arduous task, but a necessary one. After all, with his system admin privileges he could easily keep an eye on the goings on with the staff members accounts. The account which was of particular interest was Miss Sharps. Jack noticed that Miss Sharp regularly used a fetish forum, almost like clockwork – every lunchtime & every evening. It didn't take him long to work out the pattern. Jack logged in as 'guest user' and monitored the conversations in the main lobby. It was the type of forum where there was a central lobby for universal chat, various topic rooms & specially 'user' created rooms for private chat. Jack noticed that Miss Sharp mostly tended to hang around in the rooms labelled 'Lost Souls' & 'Unforgiven'. This gave him an excellent opportunity to watch... And learn... It had been two weeks since the new IT systems had become active. Jack was called into Miss Sharps office for a test review, which was to be a presentation / conference to the main board. 'Now Peters, we will shortly be making the final presentation to the board in the conference suite. Are you up to speed with all the checks & findings?' Miss Sharp nervously asked Jack 'Yes Miss. The test results have all been listed & I have put together a training pack to release, along with a user manual. Everything's set.' Jack replied 'Good boy. What would I do without you?' she smiled back at him, almost with an exalting glimmer in her eye. The meeting kicked off & Miss Sharp explained the initial investigation, financial workings out & the test package that Jack had organised to link in with the other main offices around the world. All systems were looking good. Jack continued by demonstrating a conference set up, various methods of inter-department communication, e-mail set up & usage & file saving archive system. Each senior manager was given a personalised training pack with their own user details & user manual – relevant to their own departmental requirements. Mr Frederickson, the chairman of the board, stood & made his customary speech. 'Well Miss Sharp, it all seems to be coming along very well. You have done a fabulous job with this new system & more importantly, managed to accomplish everything on schedule & under budget. And you young man, well done to you.' He finished off, looking directly at Jack. 'Thank you sir' Jack replied. 'It was all about teamwork really.' 'Yes, I do believe you are right. Well, carry on & well done once again.' Mr Frederickson said, beckoning the other senior managers up & out of the suite. Jack & Miss Sharp were left to pack away their things, both with beaming smiles & a sense of huge satisfaction! 'Mr Frederickson was right Peters. It was teamwork, & I don't think we are quite finished. With the amount of bonus we earned with this little venture I can see a very bright future for us.' Miss Sharp exclaimed 'I think you are right Miss' Jack replied, with a wry little smirk creeping across his face 'I think you are very right!' Later that evening, Jack sat at his PC in his flat. He had been watching a conversation develop between Miss Sharp and a couple of other users in the chat room. Jack decided that now would be a good time to 'enter the fray'. He registered a new account & created the user-name 'Sir_Vitude'. He completed the profile, entering all the details about himself conveniently matching the wants & desires of Miss Sharp. Jack logged into the main lobby and waited. The customary 'greetings (user-name)' appeared, swiftly followed with a 'welcome' or 'hi' from the other users in the lobby. Jack latched onto a conversation that was happening about loyalty & co-operation. He noticed that Miss Sharp (username 'missyh-sharp') was agreeing with another user that loyalty was one of the most important things in the modern world & that it was seldom found these days. Jack chipped in, echoing missyh's initial sentiments – and adding that without loyalty there could be no foundation of trust & the building of intimacy in relationships that allowed the resulting fantasies to build into extreme boundary exploration. Control over these boundaries allowed people to release themselves into the other partners will, allowing themselves to be given up. To be pushed to the edge. To be freed from any & all inhibitions. 'Wow – that is 100%. Exactly the way it should be & all us desperately searching souls desire it to be!' was all that came back from user missyh-sharp. 'Gotcha' Jack thought. With that, an invite to a personal chat popped up. It was Miss Sharp. Jack had obviously caught her attention. 'Hi' it said. 'Hello' Jack replied. 'nice train of thought. Is that what you really think?' 'Yes. Without trust & loyalty, there is nothing.' Jack typed back to her. 'Oh my god. Where have you been all my life!' Miss sharp responded. Jack paused for a moment, trying to think of the right words to reply: 'Never mind that. What's important is that we have found each other now. But I must warn you. This is not a game for me. This is my life. This is my world. These are my rules & these are my terms.' 'I understand' came the reply, then immediately after she typed 'I agree' Jack was overwhelmed with the feeling of elation & excitement. Right at this moment in time he imagined Miss sharp sat sprawled out on her leather couch, probably still dressed in her office wear. He visualised everything about her, her hair, her immaculate make up, her clothes & most importantly, her boots. The fun he is going to have with her boots. It was almost too much. Jack had to come up with something special. 'Do you understand what you are entering into missyh-sharp? Are you completely aware of the world you are signing up for?' 'Yes Sir, I am. I want this. I need this. I have yearned for this for so long now. I am yours' came her reply. Game on. Jack woke the next morning & the first thought that popped into his head was the conversation he had with his 'boss' last night. The conversation developed into the basic level of control, finding out desires, exchanging e-mail addresses, exploring finer details (location, age, basic description). Miss Sharp had described herself as an executive that worked long hours & had a successful career. She looked after herself & dressed smartly, but added in her particular fixation for fine underwear & leather. Jack of course knew all of this as he had been well aware of Miss Sharp's background and wanted to gauge her own description of herself. Jack had given a basic description of himself stating that he was in his mid 20's, fair height, worked out when he could, had an office job in the city & was fairly comfortable. This was even truer since the bonus had cleared his account the day before. He hadn't had that much in his account before so to him, he was comfortable! Setting off for the office that morning, as the bus wound it's way through the slow journey, Jack thought of a way to set things rolling. He pulled out his phone & started typing out an e-mail to Miss Sharp: 'Good Morning MissyH, I hope our conversation last night was a gratifying for you as it was for me. It would appear that we share some common interests. You told me last night that you are now mine. I would like you to demonstrate that to me. You are to send me an instant message on your phone at 10:30am this morning, to which you will receive further instructions.' Jack didn't even sign the end of the mail. He was keen to see how Miss Sharp would react to the short, curt demands that he had outlined. Now he would wait. Striding into the office, Jack felt a mysterious feeling when he reached his office door. Did Miss Sharp know? Was he about to be found out? That could well spell the end of his career before it even got started. All of a sudden he felt nervous. Settling himself down at his desk, he opened his e-mails & checked through the day's schedule. Trying to concentrate on organising the next week's planner & fitting in all Miss Sharps appointments became an impossible task. Jack found himself wondering, waiting for that tell tale 'click-clack' of stiletto heel. And then it came. 'Morning Peters. How are you this morning? Lots to do today. Lots to organise. I am most likely going to be in the office all day & have quite a bit of scheduling to arrange so I do not want any disturbances. Coffee please.' And with that, she whisked herself into her office. Jack was amazed. She seemed excited. Almost agitated into a state of pure ecstasy. He logged on to the remote server & highlighted the conference camera in her office. He could see that she had settled herself down at her desk & was reading something on her PC. 'Knock, knock. Coffee Miss' Jack said as he entered her office. Almost startled, Miss Sharp seemed to notice Jack's entrance until he was almost at her desk. 'Oh, yes, Peters. Thank you. I was er, just checking my e-mails. Leave it on the side. Here, I have some files for you to take down to archiving.' And with that she got up from behind her desk & walked over to the filing cabinet. Jack peered around and saw his e-mail on her screen. A broad grin came over his face. He watched as Miss Sharp almost glided across the room, her 5 inch stiletto's click clacking on the tiles, the creases in her black leather boots glistening with every tiny crease & fold. Her seamed black stocking gliding up her legs, disappearing beneath a tight black suede skirt. Her white blouse, bursting at the cleavage point, with signs of a black lacy bra peeking out almost as if to tease. As always, her hair & make up was immaculate. Dark eyes, sensual & on fire. Her scarlet coloured lips matching as always those perfectly manicured nails. He glanced across to the round table in the centre of the room & noticed her long leather overcoat draped across one of the chairs with her black leather gloves teasingly poking out of one pocket. Jack realised that he was gawping with his mouth wide open. What seemed like an eternity while he ogled & mentally undressed her happened in an instant. She slammed shut the drawer to the cabinet, files in hand and spun around. Jack suspected he had been rumbled, but a wry grin appeared at the edge of her lips. 'Here you are Peters. Straight to archiving. And remember, no disturbances. I have a lot to organise.' 'Yes Miss.' Jack replied and turned to leave. He paused, glanced back around to see that she was already back behind her desk & continuing to read 'his' e-mail. Jack had made the delivery to archiving & Emily the clerk was happily arranging for Jack to fill in the sign-in list. Emily was a recent addition to the company. 17 years old, probably straight from school. Very innocent looking, casual but smartly dressed, her blonde hair shining in the sun. 'You're new here aren't you?' Jack asked 'Yes, it's only my first week' Emily replied 'I remember my first week. It's a bit intimidating isn't it. If you need anything, give me a shout. I'll be happy to help. My extension is 3535.' Jack almost felt a little sorry for her. New in the big bad world, but she was cute. 'Thanks! I might take you up on that' she said & smiled. Jack made his way back up to his office, checking his watch on the way. 10:20. He settled himself in & waited. At exactly 10:30, a message popped up on his phone. 'Good Morning Sir. After last nights conversation, I feel so uplifted. A weight has been taken off of me & that has made me feel revitalised. Please let me demonstrate that to you. Yours, always, MissyH.' Jack sat back in his chair & smiled. The thought of Miss Sharp only 10ft away from him typing these words made him almost want to scream with excitement. He thought for a moment, how to reply. Sat inside her office, trembling with anxiety at what might await her Helena Sharp felt her subconsciously submitting to the whim of a man that she had never met. And it excited her. To be continued. Tables Turned Ch. 07 Chapter 7 – Submission Helena Sharp was 28 years old, a senior manager at one of London's top PR & Media Relations firms. It could be considered that she was a very powerful woman. Plenty of high profile contacts, plenty of drive & ambition that helped in her meteoric rise to the top of her profession. Her ability to be quick thinking, her powers of persuasion, & her charm were all essential tools of her trade that allowed her to become the woman with a big reputation for accomplishment. Yet, despite all of this she felt a void in her life. Something was missing & she could not explain it. From an early age she knew she had ambition & on the outside she always took the lead & took charge, yet on the inside she yearned to be led. Yearned to be the one receiving the instructions rather than giving them out. This led to a conflict within her that was always a constant battle. Throughout her teens she experimented with subtle mind games. She used her powers of persuasion to intimidate & control her friends into controlling her. She allowed their own subconscious to guide her, to teach her, to reveal their innermost desires & wishes & she did her utmost to fulfil them. This was enough for now, enough to keep the wolf at bay but she knew it could not last. Soon, she would need release. Soon, she would need to find a channel for all of these pent up emotions & feelings. Jack Peters was 24 years old, Assistant Finance Manager and personal assistant to Miss Sharp. Fresh from uni, Jack was in his first 'proper' career job. He had just earnt his first company bonus, successfully overseeing the instillation of a new IT suite & software system. He had also discovered some interesting facts about his boss, coincidently these facts exploded into his world at the same time he was discovering his own feelings on the same subjects. The fascination started with Miss Sharp – her attitude, her persona & her dress sense. He was instantly drawn to the air of confidence & supremacy that she oozed. And of course, her clothes – more over, her boots. Jack had always had a fascination with boots. Ever since that fateful day back at his aunts, staying in his cousins rooms, wearing her boots & sleeping in them. They felt so right. They completed him. Miss Sharp sat at her desk, trembling with a mixture of fear & excitement. Awaiting the message from her new found companion, a message from someone who she could finally share her innermost thoughts & desires. 'Ping' as a message popped into her inbox. Almost launching herself off her chair, she clicked 'read' and nervously read the words: 'MissyH, Describe to me in full detail what you are wearing, where you are & what you are thinking of right now...' Lingering over the words, Miss Sharp immediately started her reply: 'Sir, Today I am wearing 5 inch stiletto heeled black leather boots with seamed black stockings held by a lacy black suspender belt & a black lacy thong. I am wearing a black suede skirt with a white blouse with a matching black lacy bra underneath. My make up highlights my dark eyes, & my scarlet coloured lips match my nails. On my way in to my office today I wore my long black leather overcoat & my long black leather gloves. I am sat in my office at my desk. My office consists of a large space with a desk, circular meeting table in the centre & a couch with coffee table on the side. Outside my office is the foyer in which my assistant works in his office. Our offices are separated by a partition wall with blinds at the windows for privacy when required. I am thinking of our conversation last night & how my feelings towards where this is going excites me. In my business I have to be forthright & strong, decision making & leadership are qualities that have helped me get where I am, but I long for someone to become MY leader. Someone to cast their power over ME & allow me to serve. I hope what you read pleases you. It would be my honour to serve. MissyH.' She clicked 'send' & sat back feeling worried but very excited at the same time. Sat at his desk, Jack was tentatively watching the webcam broadcast on his PC screen. It was locked onto Miss Sharp who was sat in her office at her desk tapping away on her keyboard. He could see that she was beside herself with excitement but kept on pausing as if she were thinking nervously. When he saw her relax back in her chair he knew she had sent it. Silently, his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. Pulling his phone out, he read her words and smiled to himself. 'MissyH, On your mobile phone I want you down download the app 'insta chat'. This will enable me to give you 'live' instructions. Then, I want you to lie on your settee. Spread yourself out so you are comfortable. Put on one of your leather gloves & gently caress your body. Imagine I am there with you, touching you, holding you, tentatively brushing my fingers up and down your body, moving to your boots and your nylon covered legs, up to the point where the nylon ends and your smooth soft thigh begins. Stroke yourself with your leather covered hand, moving up to your breasts. Think of me being there, standing over you whilst you touch yourself for my pleasure. I will contact you with further instructions.' Miss Sharp was on another level reading this message. Her mind wandered off to another plain as her head absorbed the words. She was that distracted, she did not hear the knock at her door. Or the second knock. Or the fact that jack entered, peering inside the door grinning. He approached her with a 'coffee refill' as the premise for interrupting her. Clearly, he could she that she was entranced by his message. 'Miss?' He spoke softly. 'Miss Sharp?' he said in slightly louder tone, which made her startle 'Jack! What? Oh, I'm sorry I was reading. What is it? I told you I was busy' she stammered out in an almost non coherent reply. 'I'm sorry Miss. I thought you might want a refill?' Jack replied as he leant in towards Miss Sharp carrying a tray with her fresh coffee. As he leant in towards her, her nostrils flared. She inhaled the scent of his after shave and her mind scrambled into a dizzy feign 'What? Oh, yes. Very, err, very thoughtful of you Jack. Very thoughtful indeed.' She stumbled as she almost drooled with a pang that turned her into a gibbering wreck. 'Now, please. Leave me. I have some, err, paperwork to complete. It will take most of the, err, morning. Intercept all calls & take messages. Do you understand?' she purred at him. 'Yes Miss. I understand' Jack replied as he turned and strolled out of her office with a grin on his face that could easily be compared to a Cheshire cat! As he reached his desk, he saw the blinds in Miss Sharp's office close. Closing the blinds to her office, Miss Sharp almost bounced over to the meeting table where her coat & gloves lay. She took one of her gloves and leapt upon her sofa. Snuggling herself down, she pulled out her mobile phone. She quickly installed the app & opened it. Waiting. Tables Turned Ch. 08 Chapter 8 – 'Let the Games Begin' Jack sat at his desk, phone in hand, his eyes transfixed to his PC monitor. A small window on his screen displayed the image that was laying less than ten feet away from him. His lips curling up to a wry grin, he started to type. Helena Sharp cautiously pulled on her leather glove. She was nervous because she had never contemplated doing anything like this at work. This was her patch. This was her 'power zone', where she had built up her reputation for being a stern & efficient manageress. But for some reason, she was compelled to follow the instructions of this mystery 'Sir-Vitude'. She pondered the name & thought it genius. Without realising, her hand wandered up her thigh and across her stomach. As her leather gloved hand caught the bare flesh under her blouse, she exhaled as if being tantalizingly tickled by a light breeze. The leather glided across her flesh, heading upwards towards her bra. She cupped her breast and gently squeezed. Her phone vibrated & almost made her jump. 'I hope you are touching yourself' she read. Nervously and fumbling slightly, she typed back 'Yes Sir. I am. With my leather glove as you told me to.' Her gloved hand wandered back down to her legs. Her skirt had scrunch itself up & she could not breeze the leather against her soft skin just above her stocking top. She traced the outline of the suspender strap down towards her stocking top, gently pinging it with her leather covered thumb. Tenderly moving down, she almost teased her nylon covered legs – every now and again allowing her fingertips to trace a pattern towards her inner thigh. 'Good girl. Now, enable to voice function so that I can hear your breath. I want to hear you as you touch yourself for me.' Came the reply. She fumbled with her phone & switch the audio to ON. Switching hands, she held her phone with her gloved hand. She now reached down and teased her other leg with her fingers, rising up to her thigh & softly scraping her long red nails teasingly across her inner thigh causing her to let out a loud gasp & sigh as the tingling sensation shocked her. She brought one leg up to a bent position & crossed her other leg so that she was now within reach of her boot. Reaching out, she gently caressed the black leather of the top of her boot. Allowing her fingers to trace down to her ankle, stopping & tracing her slender fingers into every crack & crease of her gorgeous boot. Staring, almost jaw droppingly, Jack sat glued to his monitor. By now, he was ready to pound through the door and take Miss sharp in his arms but the submission was not yet complete. He had to instigate a balance, a measure of control so that she could not resist. A control that would make her fall to her knees in front of him & ensure that she would be his forever. 'I can hear you MissyH. I can hear your breathing getting louder & louder. Faster & Faster. You sound very excited.' She read, as another insta-message came through. Without even thinking about it, she blurted out 'Yes sir, I am. So very excited!' Now listening with his earphone secretly plugged in, Jack was shocked. She had spoken, without giving it a second though to type a reply. Watching her wriggle about on his screen he could see that this was going better than he could possibly have thought. 'Continue then my little leather girl. Show me how turned on you are. Show me how much you want to touch yourself. Prove to me that you want me to allow you to continue' When Miss Sharp read this latest, her hand went straight to her crotch. She hooked down her little thong and flung it aside. Swapping hands, she traced the outline of her pussy with her leather gloved fingers – electrifying sensations engulfing her with the slightest of touches. 'Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I do. I am. I will.' She gasped as if she had been given the green light. 'Please sir. I am touching myself for you. My leather glove is teasing my wet pussy at your command. Please Sir, may I touch myself. Sir, Pleeease...' Came her reply. Jack almost fell off his chair. Hearing this was music to his ears. 'Yes slave, you may begin. Let me hear your squeals. I want to her your soft moans as your leather takes you over.' Jack replied, transfixed to his PC monitor. 'Oh Sir, thank you Sir, Yessss...' Was all Miss Sharp could reply as she gently worked her leather finger over her now soaking pussy. She could hear the wetness squelching as she rubbed. Pulling her gloved hand away, she examined her own juices, bringing her hand to her nose & inhaling deeply. Reaching out, she rubbed her wet fingers along the shaft of her leather boot allowing the leather to touch leather, seeing her juices now trailing up the length of her now glistening leg. 'Please Sir, I need to cum. Will you allow me. Please, I need to cum. I want to cum all over my leather glove & then taste myself. Sir, Please...' she panted, now forgetting any possibility that someone might hear her. Jack typed back, himself almost bursting at the seams. 'Not just yet my little leather slave. A condition of this control is that you cum on command. You will only cum when I believe you have earnt it, and only then upon the proper instruction. Do you understand me?' Reading this made Miss Sharp even more excited. Now there was a target to aim for, now there was a goal to achieve rather than the normal anti-orgasm approach she had resigned herself to usually feeling. 'Yes Sir, I understand. I need you Sir, I want to taste my cum covered leather glove Sir, upon your command Sir.' Was the only reply Miss Sharp could pant through her phone. Jack hearing this, glanced up towards Miss Sharp's office. Should he go in? No. He would let this little charade carry on just a little longer. 'You are close my little leather slave, I can hear you. When I send you the command, you are to cum. You are to continue rubbing yourself while you cum so that your leather gloves are coated in your sticky juices. You are then to taste yourself, and finish rubbing your juices along your glistening boots. I want to hear this for your master. Your command will be the two words: 'release bootslave'. Jack sent the message then sat back watching his monitor. X rated gold. Reading this last message, Miss Sharp was not on the verge. She rubbed herself violently. She twisted & rubbed her clit in a frenzied like fashion. Breathing heavily & panting, she continued to whimper. 'Yes Master, I am your little leather boot slave. I am yours to own, while I pleasure myself at your command. Yessss, Yess Sir. Please sir, I am so close. Sir... Sirr.... Sirrrrrrr... Leather... Oh my lovely leather... Sir, I need you, please....' With that, Jack send the final command. 'Release Bootslave.' 'Oh My Goddddd, Yess Sirrrrrr, Cumming, cumming, yes sir, yes master.... Bootslave is cumming.... Oh, Oooohhhh, Ohhh...' Jack watched as her body spasmed. He watched as her whole body shook with wave after wave of orgasm. She lifter her gloved fingers and tasted. Then she gently rubbed her boot. Seeing the glistening trail on her boot, Miss Sharp smiled intently. She slumped down into her sofa as though she had gone 10 rounds with a heavyweight boxer. After going through the most violent & physical orgasm she had ever encountered, Miss Sharp was like a rag doll. Deep breathing & panting, she struggled to lift her weary arms. Jack watch intently. That was quite possibly the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. Congratulations were in order he thought, as he typed a final message. 'Well done bootslave. That sounded fantastic. You have proven your devotion to me, and to our continued relationship. If you want it to continue, I will contact you this evening. I look forward to moving it to the next level.' Spread out on her sofa, Miss Sharp jumped when her phone vibrated. Mustering the strength to focus on the words, she felt pleased. She felt excited. She felt appreciated, which is something she hadn't felt in a long time. All she could reply was 'Thank you master.' Jack thought it best to give Miss Sharp some time to recover before he attempted to call her. He was tempted to barge in while she laid there, bare and exposed but a wicked thought crossed his mind. Now that there was a key word in play, he could use that to his advantage. It wasn't until well after lunch that Jack knocked on Miss Sharp's office door & awaited her reply. 'Enter.' Jack almost bounced in, grinning broadly. 'Miss, I thought I would bring you some lunch as you have been so busy. I hope you don't mind me interrupting you?' Jack noticed that she was still lying on her sofa busily, so it seemed, glancing at some papers. 'Oh that is sweet of you Jack. Thank you. Yes I have been so busy today as you can see.' She replied. Jack looked down at her, noticing that she looked very dishevelled. He could see the affect it had had on her & it was electrifying. Looking down, he noticed that her glove had dropped onto the floor underneath the sofa. Jack quietly brushed it with his foot so that it disappeared out of sight. 'Don't forget Miss that you asked me to drop your boots in to be re-heeled on my way home this evening' Jack said. Knowing full well that there were another couple of spare pairs of shoes & boots in the closet, Jack wanted to opportunity of inspecting these boots closer. 'I did? I can't recall that? Oh well, I suppose they could do with a re-heel.' She replied. 'Shall I change them for you now Miss?' Jack asked, already making his way to the closet. 'Yes please, you pick another pair for me will you?' Miss Sharp said, still feeling the affects of today's activities. Jack opened the closet to see a couple of pairs of stiletto shoes, but he immediately went to the boots. There were a pair of brown knee high, chunky 3 inch heel in a sort of cowgirl style. He picked them up and covertly sniffed. Mmmmm, these will do. Walking back over to the sofa, he sat at the end while Miss Sharp lifted her legs to allow him to sit underneath while they rested on his lap. Jack reached out and ran his hand up the shaft of her boot towards her knee and zipper. He could see her eyes close & her back arch as she felt his hand through the leather. He teasingly traced a finger around the top of the boot and under the back of her knee and a huge smile appeared on her face. Slowly, he pulled down on the zipper & released her foot from her boot. He was tempted to sniff the inside, but didn't want to tempt fate! Almost reactively, his hand reached out & began to massage the ball of her foot through her black seamed bylons. He could see her toes curling, her red painted toe nails glistening & curling as he worked into her foot. He heard that familiar groaning & sighing sound & it made him smile. Removing the other boot, he massaged her other foot & again the reaction was one of pure pleasure. Pulling her brown boots onto her feet, she looked up at him and smiled. 'Thank you Jack. You really are a fantastic assistant.' She said as she sat up next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 'Now, I have an appointment at 3:30 then I think I will head home for an early finish. Do you have much more to do today?' 'No, not really Miss. I have a few reports to file. Should be done by about 4ish.' Jack replied. 'Ok, well get away early & I will see you tomorrow. Don't forget my boots.' She said as she stood & pulled on her coat & picked up her briefcase. Jack wondered whether she would look for her lost glove, but she didn't. With that, she had breezed out of her office as though in another world and was gone. Fantastic, thought Jack. He scooped up the gloves & boots and put them in a bag. 'Her boots & gloves, all for me to play with! Funtime for me later!' he thought and went back to his desk, thinking about the fun he was going to have with Miss Sharp tonight. Tables Turned Ch. 09 Chapter 9 – Realisation Jack left the office and headed off toward the bus stop. On his way a devilish though crossed his mind. He diverted towards a shop that he had seen advertised on a fetish web directory – one that he thought could provide the perfect 'toys' for the next phase of his plan. Sitting on his bus, he glanced down at the bags resting between his feet. One contained a special tool vital for the culmination of his plan. The other contained Miss Sharp's cum covered boots and leather gloves. At this precise moment in time, Jack wasn't sure which bag excited him more! Helena Sharp had left her office & sped through town, thinking of nothing but the violent & passionate morning she had just experienced. Pulling into her driveway and stepping through her front door she was almost in a state of shock. Helena decided to have a long hot soak in her bath & attempt to sort out her befuddled mind. She felt numb. Almost violated, but in a way that excited her. She had never been in a position where she was not in complete control & although it scared her, it was also the most thrilling feeling she ever had. Jack arrived back at his flat, took a bath then decided to relax. He thought of the next step in his plan & decided to keep Miss Sharp 'on ice' for the night. Sat on his bed naked, he grabbed the bag containing Miss Sharp's boots & gloves. Reaching out to them, his hand was trembling. Lifting one boot up for closer inspection, he sniffed. The smell of Miss Sharp's cum was still pungent & it drove his nasal senses wild. Placing the boot onto his foot, he reached down and pulled the zipper up. As the zipper rose up towards his knee, it sent what felt like an electric shock through his foot travelling all the way up his leg towards his cock which was now at bursting point. Jack pulled on the other boot and sat, eyes a glaze, staring at Miss Sharp's boots now encasing his legs. He stood up and felt the electrifying pulse shooting through his whole body. It felt so right. Taking some steps around the room, he reached for the leather gloves. Pulling them onto his hand, allowing his fingers to fall in place snugly wrapped around the leather sheaths. Raising his leather covered hand up to his nose, that aroma hit him again. He ran the fingers across his lips & tasted her sweet juice. Standing in his bedroom, naked except for Miss Sharp's knee high black leather 5 inch stiletto boots & her wrist length black leather gloves that only a few hours ago she was wearing, laying in her office touching herself at his command. Instantly, Jack felt his orgasm shooting through his entire body right on to her other glove. Laying back on his bed, Jack cleaned himself up & decided that he would snuggle himself into bed for the night, wearing her boots to sleep of course. The next morning Jack was sat at his office desk. It was only 8am and there was nobody else in yet, but this gave him the time he needed to make preparations. Placing the 'gift' into a square white box, he typed out a note with instructions. He strode into Miss Sharps office & placed the package on her desk. Checking his watch it wouldn't be long until the first members of staff started turning up. Perfect time to pop long the street and grab an early morning coffee & then turn up to work like 'normal'. Helena Sharp woke early. She lay there, her mind still floating somewhere between bliss & torment. Nervous about today & whether 'Sir-Vitude' would contact her she needed to reassure herself. She needed to re-assert that authoritarian confidence that gave her her power & nothing gave her a more powerful feeling than when she dressed to impress. Pulling open her closet, Helena decided on a pair of black seamed stockings with a black leather suspender belt. Matching these with a tiny black leather thong & bra which rode up between her sensuous pussy made her feel electric. Reaching up, Helena pulled out a knee length black skirt that hugged at her hips but flared out at her thighs. Coupling this with a tight white blouse, she turned to eye herself in the mirror. She looked amazing but something was still missing. Peering into her shoe closet, she lingered wondering what would complete her outfit. Remembering her authoritarian feeling, she reach & pulled out her favourite pair of 5 inch black leather thigh boots. Stepping into them, she tugged them onto her feet & pulled the zipper up. Straightening her skirt down covering the tops of her boots, she sat & touched up her make up. Completing her look was her black leather biker jacket & matching gloves. Striding through the office car park & through the lobby, she felt a thousand pairs of eyes melting on her & it felt amazing. Her power was back. Approaching her office, she saw Jack sat at his desk. He smiled up at her & said 'Good morning Miss Sharp' with that sexy little smile of his. She felt tingly inside, she knew his desires for her. She knew the power she had over him & it turned her on. 'Good morning Mr. Peters. Any messages?' she said to him in that authoritarian tone that excited her. 'No Miss. Nothing yet. Would you like coffee?' Jack replied. 'Yes, good idea. I have some paperwork to finish today so it will be another solitary morning.' She said. 'Of course Miss. I'll get your coffee now.' Jack said. With that, Miss Sharp entered her office & Jack grinned – knowing full well that in a minute or so she would be his again. Miss Sharp took off her jacket & gloves & sat at her desk. As she turned on her computer monitor something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She picked up the box and an envelope slipped off the side. Opening it, she read the note: 'My Dear Little Bootslave, I hope our experience yesterday excited you as much as it did me. I have left a little gift for you in the box & want you to wear it for the duration of the day. It is remotely activated through a WiFi signal. I will contact you when the time is right...' That feeling of fear coupled with excitement ripped through her as she re-read the note. He was here? How did he know where she worked, let alone able to get in? She became worried, yet could not resist tearing the lid off of the box. Inside, she picked up the object which seemed to be a tiny whispy leather thong. Touching the front, she could feel little sensor pads. At that moment, she heard a knock on her door which made her jump. Immediately, her hands shot under her desk, still gripping the object. 'Hello Miss, I have your coffee here.' Jack said as he strode across her office towards her. 'Th, thank you Jack. Very good.' She nervously said as he place the coffee cup on her desk. Noticing that the empty box was on her desk, Jack smiled. 'Jack, did you see anyone here before I arrived this morning?' Miss Sharp nervously called at Jack just as he was walking back towards the door. 'Sorry Miss?' he replied, trying to conceal his excitement & wanting to apply a little more pressure onto her already nervous disposition. 'Did you see anybody in here this morning, before I arrived.' She repeated anxiously. 'No Miss, I'm sorry I didn't. why, is everything ok?' Jack replied. 'Oh yes, fine. I'm fine. No need to worry at all.' Miss Sharp lied, in her reply. Jack smiled and returned to his desk, logging in to the webcam system. Bringing up the camera in her office, he pulled his phone out & started typing. Miss Sharp cautiously inspected the box. It was plain, except for the item inside. She inspected it closely, the sound of her phone vibrating causing her to jump a little. She pulled out her phone & read: 'Good morning my little bootslave. By now, you would have received my gift. You are to put it on straight away. I will contact you again soon.' With that, Miss Sharp nervously walked over to her office windows & closed the blinds. Then, she hitched up her skirt and delicately removed her thong, replacing it with the new mystery one. Straightening her skirt back down over the tops of her thigh boots, she sat back at her desk. And waited. Jack couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He knew from the moment he saw the blinds coming down it would be good but he couldn't have imagined the surprise waiting for him as he witnessed the scene on the webcam. Seeing Miss Sharp hitch up that skirt, his eyes were transfixed on the glistening leather of her boots. They kept going, and going until he realised they were thigh high. Was it fate that she would wear these, today? Did she know it was him all along? Watching & listening intently, he saw that she was now wearing 'his' thong and had sat down at her desk. An hour had passed & Miss Sharp was reading e-mails, almost unbeknown to herself, she had been lightly stroking the top of her leather boot & tracing a nail up her thigh when her phone vibrated. 'How are you my little sexy bootslave. Turn your audio on. I hope you are enjoying your new gift? I thought they were very sexy & would complete you. I am imagining you sat there, wondering what to do with yourself. Shall we play a little game to pass the time? It read. Flicking the button, she replied: 'Yes Master. They feel wonderful. Thank you.' Almost straight away, her phone vibrated again. 'Now, I want you to hike that skirt of yours up & gently stroke your inner thigh. Every little tingle you feel, I want you to imagine it is me teasing you with the end of my riding crop.' 'Yes Master. Hmm, that feels good sir.' She replied, almost instantaneously feeling an electric charge shoot through her body. Her nails scraped along her inner thigh as her legs parted. She could feel her stiletto heels digging into the carpet, balancing her feet as more pressure was applied. One hand reached up and cupped a leather encased breast, gently kneading and squeezing it while the other continued to tease & tantalise her thighs around the tops of her boots. 'Yessss Master, I can feel it. Your crop, it owns me. You own me master...' she purred as she could feel herself slipping further & further into his grip. All of a sudden, she could feel a tingling burning sensation around her pussy. The little leather thong had started gently vibrating against her pussy lips. 'Oh Fuckkkkkk, Master, please, what are you doing to me. Fuckkkk this is good. Sir, please, sir, I can feel it.' She almost screamed out as she could feel her blood reaching boiling point. She was reaching the point of no return, her nails clawing at her leather covered breast, ripping at her thigh boots while her thong vibrated against her now soaking pussy. Her phone vibrated again. 'I think not slave. We shall wait a while.' She read. And with that, her thong stopped vibrating. She almost screamed. 'NO, Master, Please! Please, Sir.' Her entire body was on fire as she sat there. Taken to the edge of excitement, yet cruelly denied at the pivotal point was too much to bear. Jack sat glued to his cam. He was beside himself with glee at the prospect of Miss Sharp now being in his complete control. Picking up a stack of papers, he walked towards her door. Helena Sharp was a mess. She was on fire and was only moments ago at the heights of delirium, but had now sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Her heavenly orgasm had been cruelly snatched away from her just at the right point. She could feel her body was now rigid with excitement & could think of nothing else but release. Just at that moment she heard a knock at her door. Jack walked in & strolled through sitting opposite her at her desk. 'Hello Miss, I forgot to say earlier. Mr Frederickson asked me to deliver these papers to you. They need signing off & returning to him before lunch today.' He said almost automatically. Looking up & across the desk at her, he could see that he had broken her. He sensed that she was on another planet right now. So far, so good. 'What? Sorry. Right now?' she replied, not really taking in anything Jack had said. 'Yes Miss. Right now. Shall I stay and help you?' Jack offered. 'Err, Yess. Ok, Let's get this over with.' She reluctantly replied. As they started going through the papers, Jack could see that Miss Sharp kept reaching down under the desk with one of her hands. The horny bitch is playing with herself he thought! Still wanting to keep her body 'on edge' Miss Sharp was delicately playing with the tops of her boots and thighs. She could see that Jack was talking her through the papers & every now & again, she was signing them but she was not focused. Her mind was firmly fixed on her master. Jack allowed the situation to carry on for a little over fifteen minutes. He paused & sat back in his chair while Miss Sharp 'read' one of the papers. He could see that her heart was not In it. He could also see that she was being driven to distraction with one of her hands. He could almost smell the wetness emanating from beneath her desk. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he slowly hit one of the buttons on the remote control. Instantly, Miss Sharp felt a sudden reaction in her pussy. She dropped the paper & grabbed the side of her desk with one of her hands, her nails making a vice like grip on the hard wooden edge. Jack smiled. Jackpot. 'Oh no' she thought. 'Not here, not now. Please no.' she almost said silently in her mind, but her body was betraying her. It was too late. Jack clicked another button & instantly the thong moved up a gear. He could see the affect it was having, as Miss Sharp shifted uncomfortably. He could feel her legs kick out & when he leaned back slightly, he could see her stiletto heels dig themselves into the carpet beneath them. She tried to hide it. She tried to remain in control. The conversation carried on & Jack smiled insanely. He cold see the effect it was having on her. 'Are you ok Miss? Is everything alright?' he asked her. 'Yyess, I'm fffine. It's. It's just, getting a little hot in here. That's all. Mmm. Fine.' She replied. 'Are you sure Miss. You look very hot. And you are swaying, can I get you anything?' Jack asked and stood up so that she was now looking directly up at him, into his eyes. 'Nnnoo, I'm ffine. Yesssss, I'm ffineee. Hmmm Mmmmm. Fine.' She replied, now almost at the point where she had two hands gripping her desk as her whole body was fighting against her will to retain control. Jack moved round to stand beside her, and almost automatically put his hand under her chin so that he lifted her face up towards his, towering over her. Looking up at him with those passionate blue eyes, he could see that she was biting on that scarlett coloured lip in a way that seductively told him to fuck her right there, right then. Glaring down at her, he smiled and spoke two words. 'Release Bootslave'. With that, she gasped & let out a little scream. Looking up at him she dreamt the words he had just spoken to her & her body erupted. Violently shaking, she screamed out as the wave hit her. Over & over. Her hand reached out to grab at him & wrap itself around his waist. Her nails ripped into his skin as wave after wave of orgasmic power rippled through her body. He could see that her legs were shaking & that the tops of her boots were glistening with sweat as her body tore itself apart from within. Her head rested against him as her body took control of her. Her feet spasmed, while her beautiful long heels ripped themselves into the carpet. With eventual subsidence, her now limp body slumped in her chair. Her head resting tenderly on his side while he stood towering over her. Gingerly raising her head to look up, she saw that he was smiling down on her. 'You like my little gift for you then Miss Sharp, or should I say my new Bootslave?' he said, looking down into her big blue eyes. 'Yes my Master. Yes. Thank you Master.' She replied. Smiling. Tables Turned Ch. 10 Chapter 10 – Conditions A full 15 minutes had passed since Miss Sharp had experienced the most powerful & intense orgasm in her life. She was still shaking a little, slowly regaining the control of her legs. Sat opposite her, her assistant was smiling intently at her. 'How about I go and get us some coffee? And then we can talk...' Jack said. And with that, got up & walked out of the room. Now sitting alone in her office, a thousand and one thoughts rushed through Helena Sharp's mind. How did he know? How much did he know? And more importantly, why hadn't she suspected? Her heart sunk. How was she played & caught out so easily but her own assistant. In the past she was so focused, focused on her career & how other's saw her. She had worked hard to get to this level & she'd be damned if someone was now going to take it away from her. But it had felt soooo good. In the last 48 hours she had felt feelings & emotions that she had never felt before. She knew that she wanted to feel that again. To be controlled again. To be owned, again. Jack Peters was walking through the office beaming as though he had just won the lotto. Fortunately, it being Friday, not many people were in the office. Most having made plans for an early weekend otherwise he might have been stopped & asked why he was bouncing along the corridor! A million & one thoughts, rushing through his mind. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and it felt good. His boss, Helena Sharp, had a reputation for being stern, powerful, executive like. She had build her entire career on knowing how to play people. For him to have ensnared a woman of such beauty, couple with a brilliant business mind, was quite a coup. This had to continue. He knew that she was special. Knocking on Miss Sharp's door, Jack opened & walked in with the tray of coffee. He placed it on the coffee table & sat down on the sofa. Miss Sharp was still sat at her desk looking worried. With one swift gesture of his hand, he beckoned her to come & sit next to him. He knew it was a gamble – if she complied, he knew he still had her. If she resisted, he knew that would be it. Hesitantly, Miss Sharp rose from her seat & stood. Looking across her office directly at Jack, her body took over & slowly started edging towards the sofa. Walking the short distance, her mind was awash with what's, if's, how's & when's. Sitting beside him, she looked into his eyes & knew. She was his. 'Now Miss Sharp. I would like to explain a few things. I hope you are up to it?' Jack said, starting the conversation in an almost business like fashion. 'Erm, Yes. I think I am.' Miss Sharp replied. 'Good. Now, I am assuming that by your compliance with my actions over the last 48 hours you would like this arrangement to continue? Especially now you know the identity of your new Master.' Jack stated confidently. 'Yes Sir. I do. But I have some concerns. Some worries...' Miss Sharp started to say. 'Shhh' Jack replied, taking one of her hands in his. 'Of course you do. I would be concerned if you didn't, especially given our current arrangement!' Jack continued. 'Now, I can assure you that I am more than happy for our current working arrangement to continue as it currently is – for now. We make a good team. I'm making good money. We work well together, so for now I believe we should carry on exactly as we have been, with just one or two minor changes. Now what would you say to that?' Jack explained. 'Err, well, that makes sense to me?' Miss Sharp replied. 'You are right, we do work well together. We have ever since I interviewed you all that time ago. But, what do you mean when you say changes?' 'Well, this is only the beginning of our new relationship. But I believe we have laid the foundations for an exciting future. This lifestyle we have chosen to make with each other cannot just be turned on & turned off at the flick of a switch so we have to fine tune it. Make it workable.' Jack said. 'I agree... Sir.' She hesitantly replied. 'Good girl. Now, we have a lot to discuss. I have purposely kept your schedule clear for the rest of the day. I suggest that we take an early lunch together & then start on those discussions.' Jack stated, boldly. 'You have? My you are sneaky aren't you. Lunch together? Mmmm That would be fantastic Sir.' Miss Sharp happily replied. With that, she jumped up and tottered over to her desk. Jack came & stood next to her. 'I need to clear my desk down for the weekend. I'll meet you at the car park in 20 minutes?' Jack said. 'Yes, that will be great.' Miss Sharp beamed back at him, smiling. 'Sir?' she said, bowing her head to the floor. 'Yes Helena?' he replied – knowing full well that he had never called Miss Sharp by her first name before. 'Thank you Sir.' She said in a submissive tone, and with that gave him a kiss on the cheek. Twenty minutes later Jack walked through the car park to Miss Sharp's private reserved space. She was already there, waiting for him. He smiled and said 'Ready?' Pulling out of the car park, she asked him where he would like to have lunch. 'Oh I don't mind, as it is our first date you pick. I'll have plenty of decision making to do later.' He replied. 'Date?' she thought! Immediately, she could feel her body reacting. She knew she had fallen for this man. The power he had over her was incredible. Never before had anyone given her the explosive & passionate feelings that he had in a little of 48 hours. Lunch went well. They had managed to get a table at a relatively small but pleasant Brasserie in a quiet part of town. They chatted, gave each other back stories about failed relationships & life's let downs. You could say they caught up on each others past. Jack knew that Helena Sharp was a fantastic looking woman. She turned heads wherever she went, but to have her sat opposite him talking like this made him feel fantastic. The conversation evolved around to the submissive & dominant parts of their characters. Each admitting that outwardly they were the opposite – her being publicly dominant, hard lined & forceful. All traits that had helped her build a successful career, but inwardly she needed to be controlled, almost tamed. The yearning for someone to have that power over her sometimes holding her back somehow. Jack admitted that publicly, he was tame. Shy. Needed to be guided & directed. Not in a mothering way, but in a way that he was happy to be lead rather than be the leader. But inside, he needed to vent his control. Release the authoritarian inside him. By now, regular lunch time had passed & there was only one other table occupied but neither of them were ready to finish just yet. So much to discuss & talk about. Jack asked Miss Sharp why she dressed the way she did. 'Why? Do you not like how I dress?' she replied, looking ashamed. 'Of course I do! In fact, I have longed to meet a woman who shares my own passion for leather, boots & heels. I think they are one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs ever!' he replied. 'Wow, that's good. I thought it was just me?' she replied 'I dress in a professional manner due to my career choice but I have to personalise it. Make it work for me. Somehow, I can't concentrate unless I am wearing at least something leather. Be it underwear, skirts, or boots.' She continued. 'You don't have to remind me about your boots!' he said 'Remember? It was me who had to take your many pairs of boots to be re-heeled! Although, I must admit – I liked it. It gave me a chance to be closer to them.' Jack exclaimed! 'I knew it!' she replied excitedly 'I knew you were up to something!' she smiled at him. 'Whenever I got a pair of my boots back that you had fixed, I smelt them. You came on them didn't you?' she exclaimed. 'Yes I did.' He replied. 'It's just a shame you weren't wearing them at the time!' he continued, smiling cheekily. 'Plenty of time to fix that... Sir!' she said smiling up at him. 'I think this will work well for the both of us, Sir...' She said & she smiled at him when he said this. 'I think so Helena. But listen, you don't have to call me Sir or Master when we are in public Helena. I want it to mean something when you speak it, not to just become something of the norm.' he replied. 'I understand, Jack.' She replied, feeling a little deflated. He could see her eyes drop down, and reached to take her hand. Using his fingers, he tentatively teased her fingers & the ends of her long red nails, tracing a line through her palm & up to her wrist. 'Listen to me. I just want it to mean something. If you want us to continue working together then we have to remain professional. We will have plenty of opportunity, trust me.' He said. She looked up at him and her heart melted. Momentarily, she wondered if she was the kind of person to get into all that romantic 'shit' that her friends had spoken of. But, she couldn't believe how strong her feelings were for this man. This was more than soppy romanticism. This was a feeling of real compatibility. A real sharing of the most intimate things that really mattered to both of them. She wasn't judged, she wasn't criticised. She just felt release & it felt good. The hour and a half they had just spent together seemed to reinforce how perfect they were for each other. Both bouncing off of each others private & public displays. Both feeling each others wants & needs. Both sharing the same ideals & goals. As much as she resisted it, she was falling for him. 'Shall we get out of here?' he said. 'Mmmm, yes. Of course, publicly, I can tell you to pay the bill & to fetch my coat.' She cheekily said. 'Absolutely Miss. You can. But remember, you will pay for it later!' he replied, smiling at her in a way that he knew would make her blush. Pulling into the driveway, Jack felt a little nervous. This was it. The start. As he got out of the car and walked towards her front door he knew that this is everything he had ever wanted. The beautiful woman, the great job, but more importantly – someone to share in his lifelong passion. No sooner had the front door closed behind them & she had hung her jacket up, Jack turned to Miss Sharp and said 'Kneel Bootslave.' Reflecting on his detour on the way home from work the other day when he picked up Miss Sharp's new underwear, he smiled when he recalled his pondering over his purchases. Out of his coat pocket, he produced a leather collar with a large metal ring on the front. He placed this around her submissive neck, attaching a lead. 'There, that looks good. Consider it another gift my little pet.' He said. 'Ooh thank you Sir. It's lovely. I shall wear it for you whenever we come "home".' She replied. Jack thought. Home? Yes – I could do this. I could live here, with her. 'So, time to do some exploring. What do you think "Miss Sharp"?' he said – adding on the 'Miss Sharp' in a playful tone. 'Yes Sir. Please allow me to show you to your new bedroom?' she replied, looking up to him with a wishful look in her eyes. 'Of course. Lead the way' he replied. Still maintaining his grip on the leash, his eyes followed the trace outline of her bottom. As she crawled along the floor, it's shapely curve caused the skirt to ride up so the tops of her stockings with the little black suspender slips came into view – all encased in that gorgeous shiny black leather of her 5 inch stiletto thigh boots. As she started to ascend the stairs he could hear her leather gloves pad against the carpet of the steps. Reaching her bedroom, she turned and knelt looking up at him with those dark smoky blue eyes. 'Very nice' he said. 'We will be comfortable here! Now, why don't you perform a little strip for me while I make myself more comfortable.' With that, she stood and slowly but seductively started undoing the buttons of her blouse. He could see the outline of her leather bra, those fantastic breasts almost pleading to be released. She turned round and started fiddling with the zip on her skirt, looking round at him and seductively biting her lower lip – that gorgeous scarlett lip that seemed to tremble upon his glaze. Turning back around to face him, she allowed her skirt to slide down to the floor. Now stood in just her wrist length black leather gloves, her leather bra, black leather suspender belt & black seamed stockings – her long slender legs encased in the gorgeous black leather of her boots & the tiny whispy thong that had been in the gift box presented to her earlier on this morning and of course her new collar and lead. 'How do I look Master? Does your bootslave conform Sir?' she whispered, looking down at the floor. 'Very good slave. Very good indeed. But you have been wearing those boots all day & I know from my strict observations of you previously, you have an extensive wardrobe when it comes to footwear.' Jack said. 'Yes Sir. I do.' She replied. 'Good. Now, one of my condition's is that your wardrobe, including all of your footwear, belongs to me. Is that understood slave?' Jack said confidently. 'Yes Sir. I understand. My boots are now your boots.' She replied submissively. 'Good. Now, outside of this house I will leave your choice of clothing up to you. But, whilst we are at home, you will dress to my tastes & only to please me.' Jack said. 'Yes Sir. I understand. I will dress to please you, my Master.' Miss Sharp replied, with a delicate smile reaching across her succulent red lips. 'Now, as I said earlier, remove your boots. Remove your underwear & bra. You will then change your stockings into a fresh pair & then choose a fresh pair of boots. Something a little more everyday I think. You will then model them for me.' Jack boldly stated. 'Yes Master.' Miss Sharp replied, and hastily pulled open her shoe closet. The delights that opened up in front of Jack left him speechless. He knew her range of footwear was extensive, but this was like the doors to a stockroom opening up to him. There were boots in all shapes & sizes, in all manner of designs. Thigh high boots in various colours and materials. Black, white & brown OTK boots with varying heel heights & styles. Knee high boots in an array of colours & heels heights & styles. Five different pairs of riding boots in various materials. Low knee boots. Flat slipper 'like' boots, and six or seven different pairs of cowboy boots in various colours. To say Jack was left speechless & dumbstruck was an understatement. Miss Sharp removed her underwear as instructed, unclipped her stockings from her suspender belt & removed it. She rolled her stockings down her legs, glancing up towards Jack with those sexy dark eyes for approval. Jack was enjoying see her obey his every whim. It made him feel in complete control of the situation, and of her. She pulled a pair of white lacy topped stockings out of her dresser & proceeded to put them on attaching them to a white silky suspender belt. She then picked out a pair of white slouch OTK boots that had a chunky three inch heel. It was then that Jack received a little shock of his own when Miss Sharp asked for permission to remove her collar & replace it with a studded white one. Readily agreeing to this, Jack beckoned Miss Sharp to kneel before him while he changed the collars over. Re-securing the leash, Jack stood up, standing over his transformed pet. 'Very nice Helena, very nice indeed.' Jack stated. A huge smile beamed across Miss Sharp's face & she bowed her head, acknowledging the compliment. 'May I make you more comfortable sir?' she asked softly. 'Of course, thank you.' Jack replied. Miss Sharp stood and began to slowly loosen Jack's tie. She removed it, and gently began to undo the buttons on his shirt & slipped it from around his shoulders. Moving back down onto her knees, she bent down towards Jack's ankle boot & tenderly kissed the toe, breathing in the leathery aroma. She unzipped his boot and slowly removed it. She moved onto the other boot & did the same. This pleasantly surprised Jack and he could feel the stirring in his pants getting harder. She then undid his belt buckle the buttons on his trousers. Slowly pulling his trousers down, gripping onto the waistband, she allowed her nails to gently scratch the length of his leg. This sent an almighty shiver up & down Jack's back causing him to shudder. Seeing the affect this had on him, Miss Sharp smiled lovingly. Jack was now naked except for his shorts. Resuming her position on her knees before him, she looked up to see him smiling down at her. She was pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique & felt her own senses tingling just looking at his naked body. 'I noticed you kissed my boots when you were removing them from me Bootslave?' Jack said. 'Do you like the smell of leather? Do you enjoy them being close to your lips?' 'Yes Sir. Ever since I was a young girl. I find the smell hugely erotic Sir.' She replied. 'Tell me Helena, do you kiss & smell your own boots?' Jack asked. 'Sometimes Sir, but I imagine it's not the same as when someone else is wearing them and you are down at their feet worshiping a worn boot.' She replied. 'So that is something you would like to try then is it?' Jack asked, getting excited at the prospect of wearing a pair of Miss Sharp's boots in front of her. 'Oh yes Sir. I have fantasised about it for a long time.' She replied looking up at him, her eyes full of expectant delight. 'Well, because you have been so good today & because you deserve a treat, I will allow you to pick a pair of boots for me to wear & I will allow you to worship them. Would you like that?' he asked. 'Really Sir? Oh yes Master, that would be fantastic!' she happily replied, almost bouncing up on her knees. 'Go on then, find your Master a pair of your sexy boots to wear so that you can kneel before me & worship them.' Jack happily ordered. 'Yes Sir!' she replied & jumped to her feet. Flicking through her extensive boot collection, Miss Sharp wondered what boots to select. Little did she know that Jack had spent a fair amount of time already wearing some of her boots so he wasn't completely unfamiliar about the height or type of heel. Picking out a pair of knee high black leather riding style boots with a chunky 3 inch heel, she returned to her familiar position at his knees. Placing a boot over his toes, she was surprised how easily his foot snugly fitted right in. Pulling up the zipper, she lovingly smoothed out any ruffles & proceeded to the next boot. Completing both boots, she knelt back and admired her work. 'Very nice slave. They are very comfortable.' Jack said, standing back slightly admiring the way the soft leather wrapped itself around his leg. 'Now, show me how much you like your boots. Prove to me that you are worthy to be my own little bootslave' he said. 'Yes Master' Miss Sharp eagerly replied, pouncing down pressing her face firmly against a boot. Her tongue met the soft leather at the toe of his boot, and she slowly traced a line moving up towards his ankle he could see a small trail of juicy saliva. 'Don't you dare mark my new boots slave! Lick it all up!' he snapped, tightening the grip on her leash. With that, she licked and slurped all the saliva she had left. Working her tongue round at his ankle, she pressed her face against the leather and inhaled. The sweet musky smell filled her nostrils & jolted her into a faster frenzy. Her tongue now lapping at his heels, she swung her neck so that she could continue the trace behind his boot & start working up the shaft. Holding his booted ankle, he could see her leather gloved hands gripping tightly. Leather against leather, her tongue was lapping between the two materials. Salivating through the inhalation, she licked & slurped at it working her way up his booted leg. 'Now the other one slave. And not so messy this time!' he barked down at her. Tables Turned Ch. 10 'Yes Master, sorry Master.' She meekly replied. Moving across to the other boot she tenderly let her tongue rest on the tip while she delicately traced the lining. Continuing around the outside of his boot she bend further down to engulf the tip in her mouth. Jack stood, powerful, over her admiring the way she lovingly yet passionately worked at his feet. Again, gripping his ankle, she turned her face to start moving up his boot. Her hands traced up & down the shaft of the boot while her tongue lapped away at the soft black leather. 'Not bad slave. For starters. Now stand.' He said as he motioned her to her feet. She stood before him, head bowed & hands behind her bottom in a natural submissive stance. Jack moved behind her and gently breathed on her neck sending shivers down her spine. Instantly she snapped back to attention when she realised she had started to slouch. 'Interesting.' Jack though, acknowledging one of her primary sensitive spots. With one hand, he pulled her hair & flicked it over her left shoulder leaving her right shoulder & side of her neck exposed. 'Remove your gloves slave.' Jack said softly. 'Yes Sir.' She replied, starting to tug at the fingers of her gloves. Peeling them off of her hand she submissively hung them in front of her ready for him to take. Taking them from her, he threw one of the gloves onto the bed & pulled on the left one. His now gloved hand reached up and gently traced a line from just behind her ear down her neck and across her back. Again, she shivered & started to slouch. Immediately he lightly slapped her bottom with his now leather covered hand. 'Remain upright my little pet. You must not give in so easily.' He hissed gently. 'Yessss Sir. Sorry Sir.' She replied. Her body was starting to betray her & she succumbed to the inevitable touch of the leather. Once again Jack traced a leather covered finger down her neck, across her back & down her spine. Her whole body tingled & she felt her legs starting to tremble, but she stood firm. His gloved hand slipped around her waist and worked itself up and down, ever so lightly causing goosebumps to appear all over her body. He could see her trembling in anticipation. His hand moved round her back again & traced the outline of her bottom. Gently squeezing her cheek, he could feel her tense up. Releasing his grip, she stood firm but then she felt him sliding hid gloved hand along her bottom, moving down & back up between her legs. His fingers coming to a rest whilst cupping her pussy, he felt her whole body go rigid. His fingers ever so slightly gyrating over her, while she fought to regain control. Her pussy was on fire. She had felt leather on her body countless times before. She had regularly masturbated, either with her gloves or her boots but never before had they caused this sort of reaction. She could feel his gloved fingers gently applying pressure on her pussy while his hand made a slow circular motion. She could feel the fire building up inside her as she struggled to focus. All she could think of now was him bending her over and forcibly taking her, sliding his dick inside her tight wet pussy while wrapping his fingers around her hair & tugging with one hand – the other gloved hand spreading her arse cheeks open while she felt that glorious leather all over her. He could see that she was trying to fight. Her knees were slightly bowed & her back arched. He knew the affect his hand was taking on her pussy. Releasing his grip on her, he spun her around to face him. 'On your knees. Do you like that slave? Is your body succumbing to my control?' he said looking down on her. 'Yes Master. I can't help it. My body is reacting to your control. It wants you. I want you. Take me Master, please, I beg you.' She whimpered, not daring to look up at him for fear of displaying the complete anguish on her face. 'Hmmm, not just yet. First you have to give me a little something I think.' He said as he pulled down his shorts. His cock was already at straining point, flicking up just in front of her bowed head. Lifting her chin up with his hand, she looked up and saw his 8 inch cock in front of her. Instinctively, she moved hear head forward and engulfed the head with her scarlett lips. Wrapping her hand around the shaft so that her long red nails gently scratched at his balls, she worked him slowly into her welcoming mouth. 'That's a good girl. You're learning fast.' He sighed, the pressure of her lips and hand beginning to have a profound affect on him. Removing him from her mouth, she cupped his balls with her other hand and slowly massaged them while running her other hand up & down his cock. 'Thank you Sir. Does that feel good? Is your little leather bootslave pleasing her Master?' she said, looking up at him – her dark smoky eyes glistening as a huge smile appeared across her lips. 'Yes slave, oh yes. That's it.' Was all he could reply. Ecstasy had taken over as she worked him. This was everything he had dreamed of, looking down at her. Everything he had fantasised about. 'Master, please use me. Use me as your little pet. I am yours. Yours to own. Yours to control.' She said, now working his cock faster & faster. Taking him back in her mouth, she sucked & breathed hard. He could see she was turned on as one hand had slipped down to her pussy, her nails furiously rubbing against her wet lips. 'That's it you dirty little bootslut. Play with yourself while you pleasure me.' He hissed, now fighting the mounting pressure himself. 'Yes Master' she hissed back at him. 'I am a dirty bootslut. Your bootslut. Please Master, please cum all over my boots so that I can lick it off. Please Sir, use my boots for your cum.' She begged. Yanking her up onto the bed, she instinctively raised her legs so her boots were now under his cock. Her hand gripping him, her fingers twisting & tugging while her nails scratched at his balls. With a huge groan, he released. A huge explosion of white cum landed across the shaft of her boots & sprayed across her ankles. Instantly she raised her head so as to catch the last few drops in her mouth, her hand still wanking him into her. Her hand reached up to his lower stomach and he could feel her nails rake across him. 'Yesssss, that's it. Suck it. Mmmmmmm.' He groaned, as she held him inside her mouth taking it all in. Releasing her grip on him, she immediately started removing her boots. 'Master, may we swop boots so that I can clean these ones up?' she panted, looking up towards him – her big blue eyes sparkling with expectation. 'Yes.' Was all he could muster. Amazed at her reaction, he allowed her to lay him down while she removed his boots & replaced them with the white, cum covered ones she was just wearing. Almost instinctively, she then bent down and lovingly started licking & cleaning them off. All Jack could do was lay back and watch in amazement. It was Christmas, New Year & a lottery win all rolled into one as he watched her eagerly licking & slurping all his cum off of her boots. 'Is that satisfactory sir?' she said, standing back up. Jack looked down at the boots & was impressed at the amount of effort & care she had put into cleaning them. 'Yes Helena, that is a wonderful job.' He smiled up at her. 'Although you are not wearing any boots now' he said, looking down at her stockinged feet. 'Sorry Master. In my excitement of dressing you I forgot about my own boots.' She replied apologetically. 'No matter. Correct it my dear.' He said, as she turned into the closet. Picking up a pair of shiny black leather cowboy boots, she returned to the side of the bed. 'How are these Master?' she said. 'Lovely' he replied. 'Now put them on & come here.' He motioned, for her to lie down next to him. Pulling on the cowboy boots, she straightened them up, smoothing up towards her knee then climbed across him to lay on the bed. Feeding one arm under her neck & wrapping it around her shoulder, he pulled her into him so that she was laying tight next to him. She instinctively wrapped one leg over his so that one of her cowboy boots was resting on his shin. Snuggling up together, he looked into her eyes. They were sparkling with the kind of contentedness of someone who, after years of frustration had finally found relief. 'Master?' she said softly, looking down. 'Yes Helena?' he replied. 'I think I love you.' She said. The words leaving her lips one by one. Gently turning her face to meet his, he looked into her eyes. 'I love you too.' He said softly, pulling her close while her head rested on his shoulder. Together they lay there holding each other, booted legs wrapped around each others, and gently fell asleep in each others arms.