0 comments/  74831 views/  13 favorites

Mistress Diabolique Ch. 01

By: adoration



Looking back on it, she realised that the entrapment and path to slavery had been amazingly simple with young Caleb. The 40-year-old domina had a well-heeled stable of sluts and slaves, but most – of necessity – were of "a certain age".

After all, even if she would have taken them, very few 18-year-olds could afford her high prices – high prices for which, Mistress Diabolique knew, she offered an excellent service.

With men in their mid-30s to their late 50s, and women mostly in their 40s, Mistress Diabolique had a steady and affluent clientele. But as soon as she saw her young nephew in his semi-thong – it covered half his pert young bum – she knew she had to "have" him, as it were.

Part of the lad's steps to slavery were the result of his morning and afternoon chats with her assistant, the lovely ebony bitch, Tammy. A tall, large-busted lady, Tammy was 25 and she loved playing games with the youth – only at the start the "game" was two-handed crib.

While Mistress Diabolique had been ensconced in her well-appointed basement dungeon with a local bank manager, Tammy had taught Caleb how to play the game she described as "the best two-handed card game in the world".

Soon the terms "15-2, 15-4 and the rest won't score" were tripping off Caleb's tongue like a pub-hardened veteran. And soon, Mistress Diabolique knew, as she watched the pair playing while she rested between clients, something else would be "tripping off" the lad's tongue.

Tammy always wore a gleaming black satin bra, matching panties and suspended belt and shiny black stockings. Her feet would be shod in lace-up, "fuck me" stilettos, and her hair a glistening black pile of lustrous locks falling to her mid-back. While no Naomi Campbell, she was an utterly beguiling beauty. For his part, Caleb wore his black PVC posing pouch as he amused Tammy with his new-found aptitude at cards.

One morning, Mistress D, as Tammy referred to her, was watching the pair playing cards, when Caleb asked: "Aunty, just what is it you do downstairs in the basement?"

Mistress D looked at Tammy, who was wearing a cheeky grin.

"Go on Mistress D," said Tammy, "show him around. You've been leaving those femdom magazines lying around the house, he must have a pretty good idea of what we specialise in, anyway."

Mistress D sighed. "OK, Tammy, perhaps he'll find it interesting," she said, knowing that the more disinterested she seemed, the more Caleb would be curious. "What time's the fucking vicar due?"

Tammy inspected her large black, leather-bound diary. "In 30 minutes, you've got plenty of time, I'll let you know when he's in the holding cell."

And so, on the fourth day of his annual visit, Caleb went down into the basement, following the lovely full, firm body of the woman who had, for a very short space of time, been married to his father's older brother.

It was a lovely body to follow. The professional domina was clad in a black leather bustier, which gleamed with studded metal clips and pushed her big breasts into glorious uplift. On her hips shone a pair of black leather hot pants, which were cut so that half her extremely lickable buttocks were on display. Knee-high boots added to her hauteur.

Caleb was hard in his posing pouch, and didn't bother to hide it. He knew she knew she turned him on. False modesty was not something that worked with his aunt, as he well knew by now.

At the door to the "theatre of dreams" as she sometimes referred to it, Mistress D held onto the knob, then looked back and noticed that another "knob" was hard, indeed.

"Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly," said the 40-year-old as she swung the door open. Stepping inside, Caleb saw a sight that would forever be etched in his mind. He had seen plenty of "dungeon" interiors in his aunt's strategically-placed magazines, but nothing like this.

The walls were draped in heavy, lush, dark red velvet curtains. Frames held implements which looked as if they could inflict quite severe, not to say intolerable pain. There was what looked like a metal, two-posted flogging frame, with a metal crossbar. From it hung black straps.

In the centre of the room was what was obviously a flogging bench. Off to one side a large, luxury leather couch. In one corner a similarly comfortable-looking easy chair. Another plain kitchen chair, with strategically-placed straps, stood alongside it.

In another corner, head pointing in to the velvet drapes, was a sort of leather-padded Y-shaped gurney, on a sturdy metal frame, with castor wheels for easy portability.

Caleb gasped. "Shit, aunty, pardon my language, but it's stunning – do you use all of these things," he said, gingerly fingering a thriple-thonged tawse.

Mistress D smiled. "Darling, half of them are purely for show, it's just their mere presence which sends lovely little tremors of fear through my slaves," she said.

"No, my expertise is more in the erotic domination of recalcitrant slaves, not in flaying the flesh from their backs – you see, most of them are married, it wouldn't do for them to appear before their wives – or husbands, for that matter – displaying welts and bruises," she informed her young nephew.

"But," said Caleb, struggling for words, "but, what, I mean – I don't know how to put it – what do you do?"

Mistress D laughed, and walked towards the young man, placing a cool hand on his burgeoning "crown jewels".

"I tease and torment them," she informed him. "I allow them to perform body worship."

"Where?" asked Caleb, his voice now a husky rasp.

"Here," said Mistress D, running her free hand across her ample breasts. "Here," now across her lovely pert buttocks.

Then, in a low, also husky voice, she added "Here" and ran her hand across her leather-covered minge.

"Sometimes, if they're really good – or should I say 'naughty'? – I give them a golden shower. And if they've been really, really naughty, I let them drink it," she said, her eyes burning into Caleb's.

"Drink it?" he stammered, incredulously. "Isn't that dangerous, aunty?"

She noticed that while he seemed perturbed at the thought, his cock was still threatening to smash its way through his shiny PVC pouch-cum-cage.

"Yes, drink it, darling, I'm perfectly healthy, and anyway with the water I drink all day it's pretty well sterile."

"Why?" asked Caleb. "I mean, why do they drink it?"

"Because they're my slaves, Caleb," said Mistress D, quietly, still gazing into his eyes. "Because they want to please me. Because they don't want to piss me off, pardon that rather awful pun."

Still stroking his hard-on through his pouch, she lowered her voice slightly and pressed her leather-covered breasts against Cabel's quivering, naked upper body. "Do you know how I punish them if they do?"

"How?" he said, in a rasping, hushed whisper.

"I don't let them lick my pussy after I've pissed on them as they lie between my feet," she said, smiling.

"Do you, er, you know, do you fuck them, aunty?" asked the lad, his voice now recovering, becoming stronger.

"Never," smiled Mistress D. "That would make me a common prostitute. Now some people may still describe me as a prostitute, my darling, but 'common' most certainly never.

"No, if they want that sort of performance they can strike a deal with Tammy, but usually she and I only permit them to enjoy the indignities of facesitting."

Caleb looked puzzled. "Facesitting, aunty?"

Mistress D sighed a small sigh. "My darling, don't you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Yes," Caleb nodded. "She's my age, she has a lovely figure, aunty, but not as good as yours or Tammy's."

"Well," said Mistress D, "doesn't she ever make you lie down on your back and then put her pussy and buttocks on your face and wriggle around a lot?"

"No," said Caleb, his voice a hissed whisper, once more. "Never, aunty. Never." The disappointment in his voice was palpable.

"Oh you poor, poor thing," said Mistress D, once more using a very quiet voice, "we've got to remedy that situation, haven't we, my dear?"

But Caleb did not reply. Instead, he sank to his knees in front of his aunt's leather hot pants and reached up with his hands to cup her firm, half-bared buttocks.

Then his mouth pressed against her pudenda and he gave her a long, lingering kiss there.

"Fuck," thought Mistress D, to herself, "I knew it was going to be easy, but I didn't think it was going to be this easy!" 

Mistress Diabolique Ch. 02



Mistress Diabolique emerged from her basement "games room" with a slightly panting 18-year-old nephew. His ardour was well displayed by the bulge in his shiny posing pouch, his eyes were alive with lust, his body trembling in anticipation.

Outside, the pair were met by Tammy, wearing her sexy, shiny black lingerie and another big smile. "See, what did I tell you, he loves it in there," she laughed. "By the way, the vicar is in the holding cell and judging by his blue balls he hasn't come for a week."

Mistress D smiled at her assistant. "I'll deal to him in a solo session today, darling, I have a task for you," she said.

Tammy looked expectantly at Caleb. "Involving this young beauty, I trust, D?" she asked.

"Certainly," smiled the 40-year-old, superbly-equipped domina. "The vicar's the last of our customers today, correct?"

Tammy nodded.

"Good, then take this young stud upstairs and get the body hair off him – not his head, of course," said Mistress D. "He's going to get his first introduction to erotic B&D later this afternoon."

"Come along, Caleb," smiled Tammy, holding a hand out to her employer's nephew, "let's get you ready to learn that there's more to life than playing cribbage with a domina in her lingerie."

As Mistress Diabolique went to the "holding cell" – in reality merely a waiting room off the torture chamber - a still stiff-pricked Caleb followed by bouncing-black beauty upstairs.

For his once-a-week, one-hour session, the vicar was worked over well by Mistress Diabolique, who spanked him soundly, made him perform body worship, undergo a mild flogging in the frame, before being doused liberally with her strong-smelling urine.

But although she was far too professional a domina to stint on his needs, she could not help but allow her mind to wander to what Tammy would be doing upstairs with the young nephew.

Caleb, she knew, would have been told to strip naked and lie on a massage table in an upstairs bedroom – possibly one of the three guest rooms.

Then, Tammy would have removed every trace of hair from his armpits, chest, thighs and calves, before concentrating on his no doubt still erect seven-inch penis, until his thick shaft shone free of pubic hair, his pubic mound hairless, his heavy ball sac also relieved of its hair.

With Caleb on his belly next, the black beauty would have removed all traces of body hair from his back and around his anal region. 
She would then have watched his athletic, well-muscled body as he took a slow, warm shower. Then she would have towelled him before oiling him until he shone like a new pin.

Mistress D couldn't help but murmur in anticipation as the vicar eagerly lapped at her minge after being drenched in her strong stream of urine, she even managed to give him a short spurt of a drink, which he greedily sucked down.

She patted him on his bald head as he worshipped her there, no doubt finding her more moist than usual, thanks to her musings about the fun to come with young Caleb.

Finally, she ushered the clerical-collared man of the cloth from her front door, then walked to her bedroom, stripped naked, pulled on a black PVC quarter-cup bra, a pair of matching PVC crotchless panties and a gleaming black pair of Christian Louboutin shoes for her feet. Then she entered the room from where she heard groans of "Yes, yes, yes!" coming.

As she expected, Caleb was the person making the groaning, moaning cries of pleasure. He was standing stark naked in the middle of the room, his hands clasped behind his neck, while Tammy stroked his well-oiled erection.

Mistress D stood calmly watching the scene of the boy's masturbation, as Caleb looked hungrily at her magnificent, erotically-clad body, her breasts erect and throbbing, her pussy broad-lipped and glistening with arousal.

For her part, Mistress D fully appreciated the depilation Tammy had inflicted on her nephew. His entire body gleamed with an oily sheen, but it was his cock that entranced her.

Fully-fleshed, she remembered what one mature, older dominatrix had told her about slaves who were not circumsized. "Give me a full head of flesh any day, darling," she had been told, "because with one of those beauties there's far more ways to inflict pain and pleasure."

And Mistress D watched as Tammy's digital dexterity pulled the lad's foreskin back, half-way to his ring, exposing his pre-cum dripping penile head, then covering it as she slid her hand back up the shaft, then down again to expose his pink flesh once more.

She smiled as Caleb grunted and groaned in pleasure. "There, my darling, isn't it lovely to be shaved down there?" she asked, as Tammy pressed her lingerie-clad body against the boy's glistening torso.

"Yes, Aunt Debbie," the teenager grunted, "it's so smooth, so – oh, what's the word?"

"Tactile?" suggested his aunt, moving to the other side of his body and nodding to Tammy to indicate that she would now continue his stroking.

Whispering in his ear, Mistress D said to the stiff-pricked young man who was fast becoming her sex slave: "Now, darling, tell me about your girl friend? Name, body type, fetishes. Preferred fuck position, you know what I want to hear."

Caleb gulped, he had obviously never spoken of his girl like that, Mistress D realised. Good, it would enable the boy to learn to express himself.

"Aged 18, named Lucy," he grunted, as Mistress D's palm rubbed against his cock head, smearing pre-cum over it before presenting it to his face for licking.

"She's short, but with big breasts – 38s, aunty – and an unshaven pussy, not like yours. We do it in the missionary position, she's on the pill but won't let me come inside her. I can kiss her breasts and buttocks, but her pussy's a no-no."

"What is she?" asked Tammy, "a fuckin' nun?"

Caleb gulped again, as his aunt continued with her handiwork. "She's rather straight," he confessed.

"Do you love Lucy?" asked Mistress D, licking his ear lobe, then nibbling on his neck.

"She's my first girl, but I wish she'd wank me off, or let me come on her tits, instead of in a tissue," said Caleb.

"Dear, oh dear, oh dear," said Mistress D, "I think we'd better teach you some things. Come on, Tammy, let's see what this boy's cute arse looks like stretched over a whipping bench."

Later, when the trio was ensconced in the torture chamber, Mistress D decided the answer to that question was "Very, very nice, indeed".

His puckered, hair-free anus stared back at the dominatrix, as she surveyed his splayed thighs, and upturned cheeks. She ran a hand over his taut flesh, then nodded to Tammy.

"First your hand, then a paddle, only just warm him, I don't want him scared to death on his first visit," she warned her black assistant.

Mistress D watched as her assistant first spanked Caleb's bronzed buns using her hand, then increased the pace and warmth by use of a leather paddle, with six holes drilled into it to make for faster impact.

After some 20 strokes from hands and paddle, the black bird looked at her boss. "Enough, Mistress D?" she asked.

Mistress D nodded, and walked in front of the boy. "Nice, eh Caleb? No skin broken, just a nice warming of your butt, eh?"

The brown-eyed, handsome youth nodded. "Thank-you aunty, that was nice, warm and tingly."

Mistress D laughed. "Don't thank me, sweetie, thank Tammy, she was the one doing the work." Then she clapped her hands together and beckoned to her 25-year-old busty, black beast: "Now for the gurney, let's give him a taste of pussy."

The lad was released from his bonds and marched, still stiff-pricked, across to the torture gurney, where he was bound, face-up, by his arms, across his shoulders, thighs and ankles.

Then Mistress D placed one foot in a stirrup dangling below the boy's head and swung her other across his body until she was in a position to "ride" his face.

Caleb looked up at her glorious, shaved minge, its labia lips thick and aroused. From where his head lay he could inhale the strong, feminine aroma – an aroma he had only previously enjoyed by sniffing girls' panties, or, more specifically, Lucy's, thought Mistress D.

"Ever done this before, darling?" asked his aunt, as he gazed up at her quim.

"Never, aunty," he said, in a whispered, throbbing voice that betrayed his obvious excitement.

"Well, enjoy," she smiled, "and don't hurry, you've got weeks of this to come!"

She settled down on his eager face, thrilling to the always-exciting feeling of a brand new slave's tongue running over her sex as she graunched on his face.

Mistress D allowed the teenager some two or three minutes of tongue exploration, coupled with licks and kisses, then pulled away, to his discernible disappointment.

"Like to taste another one?" smiled his aunt, bending over his sex-smeared lips, and planting a lingering kiss on his sensual mouth.

"Yes, please, aunty," he said, with all the eagerness of a child offered an ice cream cone at the seaside. Then Tammy, now minus her shiny black knickers, climbed aboard the youngster's face and pressed her hairless, thick-licked labia onto his mouth.

For a few minutes more Mistress D's helper writhed and wriggled on the new slave's face, then climbed off.

"Tell me, Caleb," said his aunt, when his pants had died down, "what was the difference between our pussies? Notice anything about them?"

Caleb squinted in concentration, then replied: "Yes, aunty, and I don't want to be rude aunty, but ..."

"Yes," said Mistress D, encouragingly, "don't be shy. What was it?"

"Well," said the still hugely erect teen, "have you been to pee pee lately?"

Mistress D laughed, mainly because here was an 18-year-old who referred to the act of urination as going "to pee pee".

"Yes," she responded, "I let the vicar drink some of it, too. Did you like the taste?"

Caleb nodded. "Tammy's pussy was glorious, aunty, but yours had, well, it had more of a tangy taste."

"That was the piss," said his aunt.

"Will I have to drink it, too?" he asked, somewhat warily.

"Yes, you will," said Mistress D, "especially if you want us to go on sitting on your face like that."

"Fuck yes," said the boy, "please don't stop facesitting me, aunty, it's lovely."

Mistress D smiled. "Well then, my darling, it looks as if you're going to have to learn to drink pee pee, doesn't it?"



Mistress Diabolique Ch. 03



But Mistress Diabolique – Aunty Debbie to her 18-year-old budding sex slave, Caleb – knew that it would take a while to lead her young nephew into the delights of water sports. First, he had to be thoroughly versed in the pleasures to be had from erotic domination.

That evening, long after Tammy had gone home to her mother – herself a practitioner of the dominatrix's art – and after a fine meal, during which Caleb had been allowed the luxury of one glass of excellent French red, Mistress D settled down on a long leather couch with her slave-in-training.

Caleb was clad only in a bright red PVC posing pouch, which bunched his now shaven genitals in a lovely handful for his aunt. For her part, Aunty Debbie was wearing a sheer, black see-through negligee, which came almost to her high-heeled Louboutins. She was not wearing panties, her pussy was clearly visible when she displayed it in certain poses.

Showing on the television was a femdom video entitled Torment on Torture Island which had grabbed Caleb's attention from its electric opening – electric stimulation and torture – to its grabbing closing – three naked male slaves being cock and ball tortured by three bikini-clad teenagers as three more mature dominas flogged their sweating backs.

"Now, darling," said Aunt Debbie, "it's time for bed. And from now on you will be sleeping with me."

Caleb kissed his aunty on the cheek and gave her a fumbling cuddle. "Does that mean I get to ..."

But his dominatrix-aunt cut him off at the pass. "No, silly billy, it doesn't mean you get to fuck me," she chided. "You have a way to go before you earn that honour, young man."

Upstairs, Mistress D and her nephew stripped nude and slipped into bed together, the boy's hard-on thrusting into his aunt's belly.

Aunt Debbie caressed his seven-inches of thick cock, smearing pre-cum down his shaft as she kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

"Now darling – by the way, your girl friend, what's her name?" asked Aunt Debbie, although she remembered it very well.

"Lucy," murmured the lad, as he lay back, enchanted by his aunt's manipulations of his cock.

"Yes, that's it, Lucy," she smiled, "what does she call you? Caleb? Cal? Cockboy?"

Caleb grinned. "She calls me 'Cal,' aunty," he whispered. "I like it, it sounds less Biblical."

Aunty Debbie kissed him on his cute nose. "Right, then Cal it is," she said. "Unless I'm cross with you – then it will be Caleb."

Then, lying on her back and spreading her thighs, his aunt said, in a low, hushed voice: "On top of me, Cal, and place your cockhead lips to my cunt lips, there's a darling."

The boy, scarcely able to believe his ears, obeyed her command.

Then, to his obvious disappointment, the woman closed her thighs and his cock plopped up onto her mound.

"There," said Mistress D, kissing him on the mouth, "he's kissed cunt good-night. Now, bring him up between my puppies and he can have a short tit fuck before kissing my nipples good-night."

As the teenager knelt and placed his burgeoning prick between his aunt's lovely breast mounds, Mistress D asked: "Lucy? Does she allow you to tit fuck her, darling Cal?"

The boy, almost in an enchanted world of his own as he slid his cock up and down between his aunt's sun-tanned breasts, whispered: "No, aunty, she says it's disgusting and only perverts want to do it."

Mmmm, thought Mistress D, which means there must be billions of perverts in the world.

"But you seem to know how to do it, Cal?" she inquired, in a mischievous tone.

"I watch dirty videos on the internet sometimes, aunty," the boy hissed, as his pre-cum deposits left a creamy solution on the woman's shapely boobs.

"Oh dear, a porn devotee at your age, you wicked lad, I'll have to punish you for that," said Mistress D. "Now, kiss my nipps nighty-night."

The boy brushed his eagerly pounding cock head against first one engorged nipple, then the other, then slid back down until his face was level with his aunt's.

"Now lick the pre-cum from them, you wicked young man," smiled Aunt Debbie, and the boy obliged.

"Now, Cal, your cock's said good-night to my cunt lips and to my nipples, should he say nighty-night to aunty's mouth, do you think?" said the broadly grinning domina, enjoying the teasing which would normally lead to full-on fucking – only this was a slave-in-training, so fucking was out of the question.

"Oh, yes please, aunty," said the teenager in an "I don't believe it!" tone, and very quickly he had placed his cock to his aunt's mouth, which was now encircling his cock head, drawing him into her moist cavity, sucking and licking on his knob and his piss slit, as her tongue flicked its way inside his foreskin lips.

Then Mistress D pulled away, and with a sort of "Plop" sound the boy's cock slapped against her cheek.

"Now you've said good-night to my cunt lips, my nipples and my mouth with your naughty cock, where do you think your mouth should say good-night as a finale, Cal?" asked his aunt, in an almost taunting tone.

"Your pussy, aunty?" asked the boy, hardly daring to hope that he would be allowed to worship her glorious minge once more that day.

"Of course, silly," said Aunt Debbie, "it's the way I love to be sent off to sleep each night. Now, get down there and give me an orgasm, there's a good boy!"

And the boy's head slid down her glorious body, kissing and licking at her boobs and belly on his way to her pussy. Once there, he licked first at her cunt, but was halted by a snapped instruction from Aunt Debbie.

"Always worship the anus first, Caleb," she said, "then you can move to the cunt, labia and clit. But always lave at that chutney chute first, unless ordered otherwise, young lad."

The boy started his crotch worship all over again, this time pressing his tongue into her musky anal aperture, before rising to her dripping cunt, then puffy labia lips, then seeking to draw the bulbous clit from its hiding place.

Soon his oral adoration was working its magic and Aunt Debbie started to feel the distant waves crashing as her orgasm pounded closer and closer, and then – with an almost shrieked cry of "Flat tongue that clit, flat tongue it, you lovely stud" - the woman came in a frenzied thrashing and crushing of her thighs against the boy's cheeks.

Caleb slowly licked and kissed her there, until he felt it was an opportune moment to slide away from her aromatic snatch, then his aunt rolled over on her side and presented her back to him.

Aunt Debbie heard his whispered "I love you, aunty" as the lad cupped one heavy but firm breast in his hand, and his hard-on brushed between her arse cheeks, but soon she had slipped into a deep, calming sleep.

The next morning, with the Surrey sun up and the birds making enough noise to wake the dead, Mistress D stirred and felt something going on at her buttocks. Becoming more and more awake, she realised it was an 18-year-old's tongue, laving and licking over her firm buns.

With a slow smile, she rolled over and presented her minge to the boy's face, and soon she was enjoying once more the licking and laving of teenage tongue on her quim. The first orgasm of the day was nice, slow and while not as intense as that of the previous evening, still hugely enjoyable.

The only problem with it, of course, was that it had prompted within her a desire to urinate. She pondered using Caleb for that task, then realised the first flow of the day was not a good idea for a trainee – well, not in its body temperature state.

Instead, she would urinate into a glass jug, which she kept handy in the bathroom, and then chill it in the refrigerator so he could sip slowly on it later in the day.

"Up boy," she whispered, "aunty has to piss." And the thick-cocked, erect trainee slave followed his naked aunt into the bathroom where, to his surprise, he watched as she piddled into a large glass jug.

Finishing the strong, yellow stream, Aunt Debbie then turned to her nephew. "Clean me up, there's a love," she said, almost in the tone one would ask for the salt and pepper to be passed.

But, to Mistress D's delight, the stiff-cocked stud swiftly went to his knees and pressed his mouth against her minge, licking at her labia lips until she pushed him away with a whispered "Well done, stud".

Caleb licked his thickish lips and smiled at his aunt. "Thank-you, aunty," he said, in a husky voice, "that was lovely. May I have a piss now?"

And his aunt held his cock and directed it to the porcelain as he expelled a strong, steady, lengthy flow of piss. Seeing it flushed down the toilet the domina in her thought "What a waste", and to complete his first piss of the day, the 40-year-old went down on her knees and sucked at his still slightly-urine flecked cock lips.

"One good turn deserves another," she smiled, standing and kissing him on the mouth, before making him switch on the shower so they could bathe in it together.

Later, with his aunt in one of her domination outfits – a leather, quarter-cup bra, leather hot pants and boots which came to her knees – and Caleb in a black PVC thong, the pair sat at a table as Tammy reported for work, and sat down. She was in her usual garb, shiny black lingerie, gleaming stockings, high heels.

"Who's up first today, darling?" asked Mistress D, her hand feeling across Caleb's strong thighs and stroking his semi-erection beneath his PVC-covered genitals.

"Er, let's see – oh yes, it's that Cabinet minister at 11, the one who likes to play pony, you ride him, don't you?" said the black beauty.

"Of course, he makes the most delightful neighing sound I've ever heard from a human pony," laughed Mistress D, who thoroughly enjoyed cracking her riding crop against the politician's buttocks as he carried her around the torture chamber.

"Well, that means we've got an hour. What say we take Cal here down to the games room and put him in the flogging frame, just to show him how much fun it can be?" asked the full-breasted 40-year-old.

Tammy smiled as she looked at the eager anticipation on the lad's face. "And while one flogs, the other fellates?" she asked.

"Seems like a good idea to me," said Mistress D, whose flogging-fellatio performances with the 25-year-old black girl was one of her favourite ways of enjoying herself in the chamber.

The two women escorted the lucky lad downstairs into the basement and soon had him standing beneath the frame. Tammy produced a four-legged stool and instructed the teenager to step up on it. Then she and Mistress Diabolique strapped the youth's wrists into the straps hanging from the right angles formed by the equipments upright posts and its crossbar.

When Tammy pulled the stool away, the lad's legs dangled, until he had to scrabble for purchase with his toes on the carpet lining the torture chamber floor. His ankles were strapped into the leather bindings at the bottom of the frame and after Tammy pulled the front of his thong down from his now totally stiff prick, he was ready.

"You feel nice and taut, baby?" asked his aunt, as she surveyed his muscular body, its muscles stretched to superb tension in his pose, running a cool hand over his frame.

"Yes, thank-you Aunt Debbie, it's quite a strain, but it's OK," said the youth.

Mistress D fetched a triple-thonged flogger from the array of whips, knouts, paddles, straps and crops and walked in front of him. Tammy was already there, seated on the stool, stroking his hard-on.

"That's so you will feel the heightened effect of the leather striking your skin, darling," said the domina, running her hand this time over his well-developed pectorals. "It means the whip will feel like electricity when it strikes you, very exciting for a slave, I'm told. But don't worry, I won't break your flesh."

Then the 40-year-old, her nipples erect at the thought of what she was going to do to her nephew, let the flogger's three thongs trace down his naked back, sending, she hoped, tremors of delight through his stretched skin.

Next Mistress Diabolique drew her arm back and let fly with the triple-thonged martinet, leaving three thing stripes on his flesh. The boy's body jerked deliciously in his bonds and then his aunt heard him gasping as Tammy had obviously started her work on his thick member.

The experienced domina settled into a slow, steady rhythm as she flogged the suspended teenager. The strokes were not vicious, they were more like caresses, and to Mistress D's ears they made a lovely sound as they struck home. The sound of the slave's grunts and groans as Tammy sucked on his cock and stroked and cupped his heavy ball sac was also music to her. The whole thing, while being only mildly painful to the boy, was also extremely erotic to his mistress.

After she had inflicted about 25 strokes and left a criss-cross of red lines, which she knew from years of experience would soon fade, she patted his lovely buttocks, then said: "OK Tammy, you warm his bum up, while I get a taste of that lovely cock."

As they exchanged places, Mistress D looked into Caleb's face and saw a look which was a cross between agony and anguish, and ecstasy. Then she settled on the stool, took the dribbling cock in her mouth and when she heard the first "Swiiiiish-craaaack" of the triple-thonged lash strike his backside, she lowered her mouth and started to fellate him.

His cock was thick and oozing milky, tangy pre-cum, and for a moment Mistress Diabolique feared he may be close to ejaculation.

"Don't come, darling," she warned, "you come and the pain comes, you stay hard and the whole thing remains a mixture of electric-charged love and pleasure. Don't ever come without your domina's permission."

And from above her, she heard a cross between a sob and a squeal of delight.

"I'm never going to do anything without your permission, aunty, I love you," the 18-year-old hissed, as once more the three-thonged implement whacked onto his beautiful boy's buttocks.

Good, thought Debbie, taking his hard-on in her mouth once more, this lad's coming along just fine .....



Mistress Diabolique Ch. 04



It was time now, Mistress Diabolique decided, to introduce Caleb to the delights of water sports. For some of her slaves the idea was revolting, for some it was their passion.

The 40-year-old domina knew that the passion came in several ways. Some of her rich clients loved the good, old-fashioned "golden shower" – she did not indulge in the so-called "brown showers", which she found repulsive and, she considered, the ploy of a desperate domina. But the wet warmth of the golden variety was a huge favourite with her customers.

The way the urine splashed on their cock and balls almost invariably seemed to bring an erection, even if they had undergone a stringent flogging just before. Many of them used their hands to arouse themselves while they rubbed the sticky liquid into their naked flesh.

Others preferred a "golden" facial, even those to whom the idea of drinking the liquid was an anathema. Somehow they adored the aroma of strong urine on their faces, it excited and aroused them, even if they had no intention of drinking the stuff down.

And then there were her utter and total favourites – the piss drinkers. Some of them insisted on drinking her urine only after it had been chilled, like a fine wine. Those in this camp delighted in chugging on the dark amber stuff, especially after it had stood for a few minutes, placing a glistening sheen of moisture on the outside of the glass.

Then there were what she called "la creme de la creme" – those wonderfully wicked old perverts who eagerly drank down the flow from her bladder by placing their lips in a seal over her labia, or as she wore a pair of her rubber "piss panties".

Truth be known, she preferred to use the pee panties – that way she could control the speed and timing of the urine's ingestion.

One client, an old sweetheart in the City, was also a keen dancer and Mistress D loved pulling on the panties, peeing her strong flow and making him block it with his tongue.

Then, stepping into the naked old buffer's arms, she would dance around the room with him, her breasts rubbing against his grey-haired chest, her mouth licking his cheek, the occasional kiss brushing his ear lobes, as they moved to a smoochy old love song, the hardness at his groin rubbing against her belly.

Then she would order him onto his knees and, as his brown eyes, the eyes of an obedient puppy dog, she thought, looked up with adoration, she would order the City gent to suck down her piss. It was such a turn on for her, even after all these years as a practising domme.

Now, Mistress D decided, it was time for young Caleb, at 18 by far the youngest slave she had ever trained, to learn the exotic delights that could be conferred by the taste of a domina's piss.

Freeing the lad from his flogging frame bondage, Mistress D indicated to Tammy that it was "Time to give him a taste of my piss – the fresh Coke bottle in the fridge, I marked it 'Today'," she instructed her superbly-built, 25-year-old black assistant.

Tammy moved to the fridge, while Mistress Diabolique cuddled the nearly six-foot teenager in her arms and kissed him warmly on the mouth.

"Now we're going to start your piss education, darling Cal," she whispered. "We're going to do it in the pillory, just to add some bondage fun to the scenario – that all right with you?"

The lad nodded eagerly, a sign that things were moving along beautifully, Debbie knew. The fact that he was aware he was going to be helpless in the pillory while his first bout of "instruction" was carried out, showed that he was willing to surrender himself totally to his "teachers".

From a corner of the torture chamber, Debbie pulled a portable pillory – she called it her "Porta-pillory" – set on castor wheels into the centre of the room. The upper, hinged beam was lifted, and an obliging 18-year-old knelt on the carpet and placed his neck and wrists into the half-circles cut in the middle and outer edges of the leather padded item of furniture.

Debbie then lowered the upper beam and bolted it home. Caleb now found his upper body was imprisoned in the pillory, there was no escape.

His aunt then fetched a large black settle, which she pushed in front of where his face protruded. Tammy, who by this time had removed her black satin bra to reveal lush, firm 36-inch breasts, the nipples erect, the areola wide and suckable, produced a two-litre bottle of plastic bottle which contained a dark, yellowish liquid.

"This is where my first piss of the day is stored, darling," Debbie informed her nephew, "only you're right. I didn't piss that much for my first piss, did I?"

"No aunty, you didn't," agreed Caleb, in a hushed voice. 

"That's because I've had two more pisses today and they 'topped' the bottle up," said his aunt. "That means the taste will not be as stringent and bitter had it been undiluted first-piss-of-the-day urine. There, wasn't that thoughtful of me!"

Tammy sniggered as Caleb agreed that yes, it was very thoughtful.

Then the semi-naked black beauty poured about half the contents of the bottle into a large brass bowl and returned the bottle to the fridge to keep it cold.

Aunty Debbie sat down on the leather seat in front of her nephew-slave and dipped her finger in the bowl, held out by Tammy.

"Hmm," said the domina, licking the moisture from her finger, "yes, I think that's a perfect temperature."

Turning to face her pinioned prisoner, she smiled. "And now darling, you like licking aunty's breasts and nipples, don't you?"

Caleb looked puzzled. "You know I do, aunty," he said, in a voice that was almost a protest.

"Good," grinned his aunt, "then you'll like licking my urine from them, won't you?"

And after completing her sentence, the beautifully-breasted domme leaned to where Tammy held the bowl and dipped her left breast in the liquid, immersing it just slightly so that her hard nubbin and the areola were moistened.

Pressing her breast close to his face, Dennie whispered "Suck my nipple, there's a darling".

Caleb did as ordered, then his aunt pulled back. "And?" she inquired.

"Lovely, aunty," said the boy, in a quiet voice.

"Don't fuckin' lie to me, Caleb," snapped his domina-aunt. "Be truthful. What did it taste like?"

"Er, bitter, aunty, but not so awful as I thought it would be," replied the teenager.

"Good, then we'll try the other nipple then," said the 40-year-old aunt, dipping her right breast into the cold liquid.

Presenting her breast back to his mouth, she watched with keen interest as the boy sucked on her nipple, then she left her breast there for a moment before withdrawing from his hot grasp.

"Report!" she snapped.

Caleb actually smiled! "That was nicer, I think because I knew what to expect," he replied.

Aunty Debbie smiled broadly and leaned forward to kiss him smoochily on his mouth. "Good lad, now we go a little deeper," she told him, and turned to her bowl-holding assistant and dipped about half of her lovely, lush left globe into the water.

"Now, clean it all away," she ordered, letting her teenaged slave lick and lave all over the breast, before sucking finally on the erect nipple.

"And how was that, my darling?" she inquired.

Caleb was actually licking his lips!

And then his next remark sounded like a symphony of sweet music to his aunt's ears: "More, please, aunty!"

Debbie's heart soared with delight as she turned to Tammy and looked up before dipping her right breast deep into the bowl. Tammy, who also looked delighted at the way things were progressing, winked at her.

Caleb's eager mouth worked away at his aunt's urine-gleaming right breast, keenly sucking down the piss, then cleaning the nipple and areola.

"More, please, I'm getting to like it, aunty," said the delicious young slave.

"No, that's enough from me," said the 40-year-old. "How would you like Tammy to take my place?"

If he could have nodded his head in total agreement, Caleb would have, but instead he gabbled "Oh, yes please, aunty, yes please!" came his swift response.

"Oh, so you prefer her titties to mine do you, you wicked boy?" joked his aunt.

"No, no," said the boy, in a sort of gasped retraction, "it's just, well, it's just ..."

Mistress Diabolique laughed: "It's just that you like her big brown bubbas, eh? That's all right, darling, I don't mind you getting used to licking piss from both of us."

And the dominatrix climbed from the large leather seat and took the bowl from the hands of her 25-year-old assistant.

Tammy pressed her mouth against the boy's lips and thrust her tongue against his in a long, breathtaking smooch. "Ready, Cal? Time for more tit-tasting." Then she dipped almost all of her large left breast into the bowl and presented it to the teenaged slave.

As Caleb was licking eagerly, like a veteran "golden" slave, his aunt placed the bowl on the floor and walked around behind her beautifully-buttocked young beauty and stroked his arse cheeks before slipping her hand beneath his belly and feeling for his cock.

"Fuck," she said, as Tammy looked up at her as Caleb still laved and licked at her big brown udders, "he's still cracking a fatty. This is wonderful, Tammy, he's a fucking natural!"

Tammy laughed, pulled her plush boobies from the boy's mouth, leant over and dipped both glorious globes in the liquid, immersing them as deep as she could without spilling urine onto the carpet.

Then, teasingly, tantalisingly, she rubbed the puppies across his face, smearing it with urine as they dragged back and forth across his features, while all the time Caleb left his tongue out to lick what he could from Tammy's superb mounds.

Two more re-immersions, and Aunty Debbie went to the refrigerator and brought a frosted, ice-cold glass from it. She transferred the remains of the urine in the bowl into the glass until the bowl was empty and the glass contained about half a pint of her piss.

"Now let him up," said Mistress D, and Tammy rose from the leather seat and freed the still stiff-cocked youngster from his place of bondage.

Walking to him and running a cool hand along his stiff shaft, Aunty Debbie pushed the glass to his lips and whispered: "Take a sip, tell me what it's like."

The boy obeyed, sucking down about a third of the contents.

"It's lovely, aunty," he said, in a hoarse, hushed voice. "I like it more with each taste. Your piss is like amber nectar."

Mistress Dominique laughed. "Spoken like a true slave, Cal," she told him. "You may drain the glass, but do it in two or three gulps, don't chug it down in one go."

The teenager nodded his understanding of her instruction, then raised the glass handed to him by his aunt and sipped once, twice, then a third time until the liquid was gone. Then he rubbed the palm of his right hand across his lips, inhaled deeply and licked his palm avidly.

When he had finished this act of obeisance, Mistress D kissed him full on the mouth, then turned to her black aide.

"See, what did I tell you, Tammy?" she said, proudly. "A fucking natural!"

Tammy nodded to her boss. "He's amazing – look, still wearing a 'Can I fuck you now, ma'am?' boner," she said, looking at the boy's stiff cock. "Reckon he's ready to learn the spray stuff?"

The mistress in Aunt Debbie pondered, then shook her head. "Nope, not yet," she replied. "Tell you what – I know tomorrow is Saturday and your hard-earned week-end of rest, but would you like to pop around, say 10ish?"

Tammy smiled a big, white-toothed smile. "Would I what? I love helping educate 'em for the spray session. You got enough piss for it?"

Mistress Diabolique nodded. "Well, let's put it this way, I will have by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

The pair of dominas laughed at their shared little joke ...



Mistress Diabolique Ch. 05



Mistress Diabolique lay back and relished the work her well-built, well-hung, young nephew Caleb was performing at her richly-aromatic and sopping wet pussy.

The 18-year-old seemed to never tire of working his lips and tongue over her lush minge, its hair trimmed well back, its lips well-defined.

As he worked her towards her first climax of this sunny Saturday, the 40-year-old domina thought ahead to what she would be teaching her lovely young slave later in her basement torture chamber.

It involved spraying cool urine from a large soda siphon onto various parts of her body – only a soda siphon spray would be far to generous for such an operation, so this siphon had been fitted with a spray apparatus from an expensive container, Joy by Jean Patou, Mistress Diabolique's favourite perfume.

The 40-year-old was well aware that such a technique was not approved of by what she called the "Queen Victorias" of the domination business.

There was still an old-fashioned theory that body worship had no place in domination, but Debbie, her real name, did not subscribe to it. For a 40-year-old, she had a stunningly statuesque body, and she saw no reason why she should not bring it into play during a femdom session.

That her clients could afford to pay the high charges and that they adored worshipping her lovely firm breasts, pert buttocks and musky but hugely tasty quim settled the matter for Debbie. 

The feel of a slave's tongue working on her "naughty bits" was part and parcel of the femdom mystique, she thought, and the "Queen Victorias" of the business could go fuck themselves, or at least find something else which did not "amuse" them.

Gradually, her 18-year-old nephew's mouth worked her to the stage where she relaxed and let the floodgates of her orgasm crash over his panting face, and she let herself down the other side of the waterfall until she had calmed herself.

After showering, alongside a naked and, of course, stiff-pricked nephew, mistress and slave dressed, then had a lovely, leisurely breakfast, the domme reading The Times, her nephew perving on the lovely natural breasts of some Sun Page 3 tottie, before drinking in the "This Year's Sexiest Lingerie" special, a few pages past the tabloid's more "serious" pages.

It was just before 10am, when Debbie came downstairs wearing only her high-heeled Christian Louboutin black stilettos. She ordered Caleb to get naked and answer the ring at the door. Soon, the erect-cocked young stud returned with the 25-year-old black bondage expert and cock-teaser, Tammy.

"Fuck, I see you're ready to go," said the flashing-eyed beauty, as she looked at Mistress D's erect-nippled breasts and freshly shaved minge, and the black beauty quickly pulled off her T-shirt and jeans to reveal that she was minus bra and panties. That left Caleb with two dominas wearing nothing but high heels and big smiles.

"Shall we?" asked his aunt, taking him by the hand and escorting him down to the torture chamber, a short walk but long enough for the professional domme to notice that her nephew's cock was drooling pre-cum in anticipation of his next step in his journey to become a "golden" slave.

Inside, Debbie went to the refrigerator and produced the large soda siphon, with its distinctly un-soda-like contents. This she handed to Tammy, who stood by with an evil smile on her face as her mistress explained the process that was to be employed in the next stage of his urine education.

"Now, Cal, you like my body, don't you?" asked the boy's aunt, standing provocatively before him, hands bunched into fists on her lovely firm hips.

"Of course I do, aunty," stuttered the 18-year-old, drinking in his aunt's nude beauty. "You're such a stunner."

Debbie smiled. "That's good, because you're now going to learn another way of worshipping me, you're eager to learn that, aren't you, sweetie?" she asked, coquettishly.

"Golly, yes, aunty," said Caleb, his gaze still firmly fixed on her firm melons and her gleaming sex snatch.

"Right, then we'll start with you and me, while Tammy directs the spray. Then, if you're a good boy, she can pose for you, while I spray – oh, by the way, since we pose for our slaves we call this little game 'Perfume Posing' – alliteration, it's something I'm really fond of, darling," said the dominatrix.

"Alliteration, aunty?" asked Caleb.

"Fuck, Cal," said the 40-year-old nude, "sometimes you can be so pig-ignorant. Don't they teach you anything at school these days? Yes, 'alliteration' – words in succession starting with the same letter."

Tammy interrupted: "Mercy mistress, my mouth makes me mumble."

"Very good, although a trifle obscure," smiled Debbie. "Now, to the rules of engagement, as it were. We do this game by the numbers – 1, is my left breast, 2 my right breast. 3 is my left buttock, 4, my right. Now, can you guess where 5 is?"

Caleb gulped, then answered quickly: "Fuck, aunty, I do hope it's your pussy!"

His domina-aunt laughed. "Well done, Cal, got it in one – ready to play?"

The boy swiftly nodded his head, his eagerly nodding making his stiff, shaved staff sway in front of him.

"OK, then we'll start – just for your initiation, we'll go from 1 to 5, then we'll probably roll dice for the target to be sprayed," his aunt informed him.

"Right, Tammy," get to work.

Then, as the nude black beauty stepped alongside the 40-year-old's statuesque figure, the domina lifted both arms above her hand and clasped her hands together. This shift in stance, Debbie knew, allowed her breasts to lift into even more delicious, mouth-watering peaks.

Then she felt the crisp coldness of urine being jetted onto her left breast by Tammy's squeezing of the rubber balloon from her former perfume container.

When Tammy had finished, the lush, 34-inch siliconed breast was a lovely round lump of glistening flesh.

"Now, Cal," said Debbie, her voice a husky whisper, excited as she was by this first foray with her young nephew into "Perfume Posing", "lick me."

The jutting-penised boy-slave stepped forward, his moist cock-tip brushing against his aunt's left hip as he stepped to her. Then, placing his hands around her waist, he lowered his mouth to lick and lave the piss away from her breast.

"Now 2, please Tammy," said the gloriously-globed domina, when she was satisfied that the boy had removed all traces of urine from her left breast.

Tammy stepped to her employer's right side and sent a liberal spray of urine into the other breast, and once more Caleb bent to his cleaning task.

As he bent to the second "sucking up" task in the "Perfume Posing" discipline, Tammy whispered in her mistress's ear: "He's still fuckin' erect, D!"

"You don't need to tell me," said the 40-year-old, "I can feel his cock pressing against me. I told you, Tammy, this young cunt's a fucking natural!"

Then Tammy was walking around behind her boss's bum and spraying a splotch of cold, urine until the left buttock was covered in a light sheen of the liquid.

"Now number 3, Cal," whispered his aunt and the pulsing-cocked youth knelt behind Debbie's lovely firm butt and started to run his tongue from the bottom of the cheek, all the way across her firmness there, to the top of the pert protruberance, until Tammy applied more liquid to the opposite cheek and his domina-aunt snapped: "Other buttock, hurry, I'm eager for number 5!"

Now it was the time for her minge to be sprayed – an action that always excited Debbie, because she thrilled at the sudden cold on her hot box and knew that her "golden" slaves always remarked on the stunning taste of sex juice intermingled with the tangy, briny, bitter taste of her urine.

For this final position in the five-pose series, Debbie placed her right foot up on the leather-cushioned stool she and Tammy had perched on the previous day to "feed" Caleb their urine-dipped breasts, and called out to her sprayer: "Five, please, Tammy!"

The lovely black beauty knelt in front of her mistress and aimed the nozzle of the spray at the woman's aromatic minge, covering it in a thin spray of piss, then she pulled away to allow an eager young slave to press his mouth against his aunt's pussy.

Tammy remained kneeling as the boy laved away at his aunt's erotically-exciting sex region, then called up to her: "Still as hard as a rock, Mistress D – as you said, we've got a right one here!"

Mistress Diabolique only vaguely heard her lush-bosomed assistant's words, she was more keen on thrusting her quim back and forth across Caleb's young mouth – it was quite apparent that he had, by now, completed his cleaning task at the lovely domina's snatch, but his mistress was in no mood to let him go.

However, Mistress D finally realised that it was time to move on and reluctantly, she pushed her nephew's panting young face from her quim and smiled down at him.

"Wonderful, darling, I think you're really into the swing of things – now, would you like to play 'Perfume Posing' with my sexy little assistant?"

Caleb's head nodded violently as he stood and planted a "Thank-you" kiss on his aunt's proffered cheek.

"That would be lovely, thank-you aunty, if I may," he said.

Lovely, thought Debbie, not only is he a natural at drinking and licking my piss, he's also so bloody polite about it!

Taking the soda siphon from Tammy, the dominatrix waited until the black beast had raised her arms above her head, thrusting her 36-inch beauties into staggering uplift, the nipples twin peaks of pulchritude, the areolae gleaming even before the application of cool piss.

Debbie sprayed the 25-year-old's left breast, and Caleb went to work. Then she applied the urine to the woman's other breast, and again her nephew applied his mouth to the sprayed area. Then it was on to her lush buttocks, and finally, her shaved, dark minge.

As she knelt to spray the piss, Debbie felt her nephew's stiff cock pressing into the side of her body as he, too, knelt prior to beginning his oral adoration and quim-cleansing task on the black woman's musky minge.

At last, just before Tammy started to get excited by his tongue at work between her thighs, Debbie announced: "And now for some random play, I think. Tammy, get the dice and we'll get Cal here to roll it. That way he gets to decide which area he gets to worship!"

"Right, we'll play the dice roll," said Debbie, informing her nephew of the "rules".

"The numbering is self-explanatory, although when a 6 shows on the dice, that's domina's choice," she informed the teenager.

A frown came across the boy's face.

"Don't worry," smiled his aunt, "I think you'll find that almost invariably when a 6 is rolled, Tammy and I will order you to lick our pussies!"

And with the phrase "lick our pussies" a broad grin broke out on his face. 

And so, for the next 20 minutes, the long-haired, nude nephew played "Perfume Posing" with first his aunt, then her naked black assistant, until the soda siphon was totally drained of all traces of the domina's urine.

The "game" was not without its piquant moments. Once, during Debbie's turn as the domina, a 5 was thrown – pussy worship – followed by a 6 – pussy worship again – and another 5. More pussy worship.

In fact, after these three visits by Caleb's eager mouth to her musky minge, Debbie was almost on the verge of orgasm, but she fought it off.

At last the game ended, and throughout it all, to Debbie's utter satisfaction, Caleb's lovely young seven inches of manhood had maintained a wonderful erection. Fuck, she thought to herself, this young stud is going to become my most devout "golden" slave.

When Tammy had placed the siphon back in the refrigerator, she looked at her mistress with a sly smile.

"He's been such a good boy, Mistress D," said the black beast, "what say we play another 'numbers' game with him?"

Debbie looked archly at her assistant. "I don't know about that, Tammy," she said, carefully. "I've not given him fuck rights, yet. And anyway, he wouldn't last 10 minutes – well, 20 tops."

Tammy looked at her mistress, then at the older woman's slave, a stupid grin on his face, a stiffy jutting and swaying from his groin.

"Go on Mistress D, you know you're gonna play it with him at some stage, and I'm keen to play, too. Let's have some fun, for fuck's sake," said the 25-year-old.

Mistress Diabolique looked at her naked, stiff-pricked nephew. "All right, Tammy, you win, but if he can't hold out for more than 20 minutes, it's back down here for more training."

Tammy sniggered. "I thought it might be!"



Mistress Diabolique Ch. 06



The two women, one on each side of the 18-year-old Caleb, marched him upstairs to his aunty's bedroom, a trip not made any quicker by Tammy occasionally stroking his stiff cock and then kissing him on the mouth.

"Tammy," said Mistress Diabolique, in exasperation after the third stop-for-a-smooch, "do you want to get this game started today or sometime in the middle of next week?"

The 25-year-old black domina laughed, and ran her hand over the teenager's stiffy.

"OK, and I thought you were all reluctant to have your nephew fuck you, Mistress D?" she asked her employer. "Now you're all of a sudden very hot to experience this youthful seven inches, eh?"

Debbie laughed at her assistant's cheek, but realised she was speaking the truth. She had decided to hold off fucking the well-muscled - in more ways than one! - young trainee sex slave, but now she had made up her mind that she was going to possess him, she was fucked if she wanted to be delayed in that task.

"All right, you got me, but let's get on with it, my pussy's getting wetter by the second," the stunningly-built 40-year-old dominatrix told the black bird.

"And mine's not?" laughed Tammy, as she finally let go of the youngster's erection and moved more swiftly towards the waiting bedroom.

Inside, Caleb was instructed to lie on his back in the middle of the big bed, then Tammy joined him, lying on his right side, while his Aunty Debbie got up and lay on his left.

Debbie looked at his stiffness, standing up and waving, not even lying flat on his taut abdomen.

"Now, we're going to play another numbers game," said his aunt, "only this one is more an endurance test. I think you'll like it. But I've got to warn you, you won't past it."

Tammy smiled and leaned over to stroke his erection, flicking the pre-cum drool from its knob onto his belly as she did. "Bet you can't last 10 minutes," she whispered, teasingly, in his right ear.

"Now, Tammy, he may do much better than some of our other fucks," said the 40-year-old domina.

"It was you who said he wouldn't last that long," said Tammy, "I was merely quoting you, Mistress D."

"Aunty," piped up the 18-year-old, "I thought you said you didn't let your sex slaves fuck you?"

Debbie grinned down at his eager, expectant face. "Course I did, silly," she said, "I don't. This is a game I play with Tammy, and sometimes another domme friend of mine, with men we particularly like. They're friends, not clients, and no money changes hands, so it's not prostitution, it's just an exciting sex game.

"As I say, sometimes it's three dommes on one slave, and it can be played with just one domme, but I find that two's the perfect number. Anyway, one, two, or three I know you're going to find it a lot more fun than fucking your lovely little Lucy!"

"And speaking of 'an exciting sex game', and 'fun'," said Tammy, sounding a little exasperated, "are you gonna explain it to him so we can get this fucking thing rolling?"

Debbie relented. "Very well, here goes. Right Caleb, the game is played according to mine and Tammy's instructions - we will call out numbers, and depending which they are, you will engage in a sex act with us."

Caleb nodded, listening carefully to his aunt's instructions.

The 40-year-old continued: "If I say 1, then you will kneel up by my face and place your knob to my mouth and I will fellate you. If it's 2, then you will tit fuck me. And 3 - well, you can guess what you do when I call that out, can't you?"

Caleb again nodded, keenly. "I fuck you in the cunt, aunty," he whispered, huskily.

"Precisely," said his aunt. "Now, you will move from me to Tammy and back again. The rule is that, say I've got you in my mouth - then Tammy's not allowed to call out her number until you've been with me for at least 20 seconds.

"She may wait only for 20 seconds, she may wait for 40, even a minute, it's over to her. Then you will remove your cock from my mouth, lie in the middle of the bed, count 1-2-3 - slowly, mind - then move over to Tammy. Then you will await my next call. Got it?"

"Yes, aunty," said a breathless teenage sex slave. "Can we start now?"

"Down tiger," laughed his aunt. "Now, remember I said you'd not last for 10 minutes? I think I'll upgrade that to 15 minutes. Most of our lovers can't last 30 minutes, so half that time will be almost as good as a pass for your debut, eh?"

"What happens if I fail the endurance test - and how long do I have to hold out?"

Tammy and the boy's aunt burst into laughter. "Darling," said his aunt, "no one's ever won, they've always come before the time control. Anyway, since you're keen to know, it's 45 minutes, but don't even think about it, you'll never reach it!"

The two women then propped an extra pillow beneath their heads, to bring them up, Debbie knew, to an easier position for fellatio, and the 40-year-old lay back and felt a thrill surge through her as she prepared to play one of her favourite sex-slave games.

It was true that she didn't allow clients to fuck her, as she had told Caleb, but he was quite unaware that some of the more "favoured" customers were regularly allowed to play the game with Tammy and her employer, in return for such little trinkets as Rolex Oyster watches, return trips to Paris for the week-end, a night out at some swanky West End hotel. Still, she pondered, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him!

And then she set the ball rolling with a low call of "2" - she had considered opening up with a "3" right off the bat, but decided to lead up to it slowly, tantalisingly.

Cal rose from his position beside her and placed his drooling seven-inches of pulsing, thick-veined manhood against her bright red lipsticked mouth.

Opening wide she let the knob of the shining prick slide smoothly inside until she had the glans down to the ring in her mouth. Cal gave a sharp, hissed intake of breath as he felt his aunt accommodate his cock, then he thrust slowly, almost imperceptibly, as she fellated him.

The lad was carried away by the sensation when dimly, and from off to his left as he knelt above his aunt's mouth, he heard Tammy call "2".

Caleb pulled from Mistress Diabolique's wet mouth and lay on his back, his cock throbbing. "One, two, three," he called, then rose and placed his knees on either side of Tammy's gleaming ebony skin.

The 25-year-old cupped her big breasts, one in each hand and as he lowered his stiffy and placed it in the valley between the brown roundnesses, she pressed the globes together, trapping the cock in between them.

Caleb then started to tit fuck the black beast, noting, as he did so, that with each upward drive, his foreskin was pulled back by the tautness of the passage through which his seven-incher was travelling. Then, on the return journey, his foreskin gathered back onto the top of his knob covering the glistening glans.

Throughout the sliding, slippery operation, his movements were causing slimy deposits of pre-cum to coat the inside of the valley.

Then, no more than 30 seconds after he had begun this glorious ride on the black bird's boobs, his aunt called out quietly "2".

Caleb fell onto his back, counted out "1, 2, 3" and resumed his tit fucking, only this time between his aunty's lush 34-inch, surgery-enhanced breasts.

No more than 20 or 21 seconds after starting on his aunt, Tammy called out "3" and Debbie felt the youngster's body give a start as a thrilling tremor ran through him.

Like a flash he was off his aunt's tits, lying on his back, counting out "1, 2, 3" as fast as he dared, then he climbed over onto the lovely ebony domina.

Sweat was pouring off his brow as he placed his cock tip to the outer lips of Tammy's cunt, then drove smoothly in one irresistible drive into her.

He must have felt, his aunt knew, his foreskin get pulled back by the tight tension of her vagina on his cock. Debbie counted slowly to 25, then called out "3" and waited for his arrival.

Caleb groaned but obediently pulled his swinging member from the black girl's cunt, then lay on his back and counted up to three, before climbing onto his aunty's lovely firm body.

His now-circumsised cock rode smoothly into his aunt's pussy, slippery and moist from her arousal, and soon the boy was gasping with delight as he fucked her, occasionally kissing her sloppily on the mouth, as he thrust.

"One" he heard from Tammy, and Caleb pulled from his aunt's hot sex slit and lay on his back, his hand reaching to his cock to replace the foreskin in its usual place, only to be told by a curtly snapped order from his aunt: "Hands off your cock!"

Caleb counted out the three numbers, then rose to place his cock on Tammy lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him in, completely covering his glans as she fellated his throbbing prick.

It seemed to the lad that he had hardly entered the woman's mouth than his aunt was again ordering him back to her body, with a hushed "2".

Caleb fell onto his back, sweat pouring from his body, he performed the obligatory count, then rose to place his cock deep into his aunt's cunt.

Debbie felt him sigh with relief as he started to pump slowly up and down her sex tunnel, then almost sob as he heard Tammy on the other side of the bed intoning "3"!

Pulling from his aunt, he lay on his back again, counted to 3, then resumed his sex play with the ebony beauty. But almost as soon as he had entered her, Caleb gave a shudder, then a sob, then, through gritted teeth he called out in an anguished voice "Oh fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh fuuuuurck!"

And then he had pulled his seven-inch erection from the ebony cunt and was pumping his seed all over her belly, some globs spraying as far as her heavy breasts.

Then he fell on his back, sobbing and panting, his body covered in sweat, his cock starting to slide down to normal size.

Mistress Diabolique leaned over him, propping herself on an elbow and grinned at his dismay.

"I had a stopwatch on you," she smiled. "Wanna know your time, sweetie?"

"No, let me guess," said Tammy, as she wiped herself down with a tissue.

"Shut the fuck up, Tammy, I asked Cal, not you," snapped the mistress.

"Five minutes?" asked a by now thoroughly chastened young stud.

"Four minutes 35 seconds, I'm afraid," smiled his aunty. "And you thought five?"

Caleb nodded his head in disappointment at not even holding out for five measly, stinking minutes.

"Just goes to show," said his aunt, "time flies when you're having fun!"



Mistress Diabolique Ch. 07



Mistress Diabolique and Tammy waited patiently, occasionally kissing Caleb on his mouth and then his cock, and within 15 minutes of his premature ejaculation the 40-year-old domina pronounced the lad ready for his "punishment" for failing the endurance test so miserably.

"Aunty," said Caleb, as he rose from the bed, stiff-pricked once more before walking back down to the torture chamber with his aunt and her lovely ebony 25-year-old assistant, "why do I have to be erect before I'm punished?"

His aunt kissed him lingeringly on his mouth, rubbing her lovely 34DD boobs across his muscular chest. "Because, silly boy," she chided him, "the pain is all the more pleasureable when the recipient has a hard-on.

"Without the erection he can only concentrate on the punishment being inflicted on him. But when he's sporting a nice thick dick, well it makes the punishment all the more erotic. Now, shall we go?"

Back down in the "games room", as his aunt sometimes referred to it, Caleb was ordered to fetch a "strap-on" from an equipment bench in the corner of the well-equipped chamber.

He handed the red-pricked beauty to his aunt, looking puzzled.

"What's bothering you, darling," asked the erect-nippled domina, "never enjoyed the pleasure of an anal intruder?"

"No, aunty, I've never been raped, if that's what you mean," said the clearly nervous sex slave.

"Darling," said his aunt, in as comforting a tone as she could muster for the lovely 18-year-old, "it's not rape, whatever gave you that idea? I'm going to ease it up you, gently, sensitively.

"It's going to give you a big buzz, believe you me. Rape, indeed!"

Tammy laughed. "It'll work wonders on that seven-inch cock of yours, Cal," she informed the newcomer to rear action sports.

"Enough chat," said the boy's aunty. "Time to lube up. Cal, up on this bench, on all fours, knees almost at the back edge, there's a good little sex slave."

Caleb climbed up on a black leather-padded bench and placed his knees almost at the back end, as instructed, which left his legs from just below the knees, and his feet, protruding from the furniture.

Then his aunt smeared a small amount of KY jelly onto his anal ring, pressing her forefinger very gently into the first inch or so. Caleb took a deep breath in as he felt her digital intrusion.

Next the lovely domme pulled the strap-on up over her hips, until the six-inch rubber cock was swaying stiffly in front of her otherwise nude body. Then she thoroughly lubricated the strap- on's fake cock with more KY and pressed the glans of the machine to the boy's rosebud bum orifice.

But before she began to push the red ramrod up Caleb's anus, Tammy went to the head of the leather bench and straddled it with her feet on either side, and bent slightly so her glorious arse was presented to the sex slave's face.

Mistress Diabolique could even detect the lovely feminine aroma wafting up from her assistant's snatch, so she was sure that Caleb was getting a very heady perfume from where his head was almost in contact with the shapely buttocks.

"Now Cal, when I start to ride you with my strap-on, you start to make love to Tammy with your tongue, OK?" commanded the 40-year-old.

"I understand aunty, don't hurt me, aunty," said the teenager, in a quavering voice.

"Shut the crap up about 'hurting' you boy," snapped his aunt, starting to lose her patience. "Trust me, I'm a dominatrix!"

And then Mistress D thrust her hips forward and the large head of the rubber knob inserted itself into the first inch or so of the lad's anus. Caleb let out a sharp sigh as he was invaded.

From above him, his aunt's left hand reached out and stroked his still thick and stiff cock. It was dripping quite large quantities of pre-cum onto the leather, but the domina didn't mind – it showed how aroused the lad was.

As she paused for a moment, Mistress D checked to see that Caleb's mouth was working away at Tammy's anus and buttocks, was satisfied he was, indeed, "at work" and then she drove further and deeper until the red monster had buried itself in the boy's rectum.

Checking his cock again, Mistress D found that it was, as she suspected, thicker and harder than she had ever felt it. Then she began to arse fuck the teenager, thrusting slowly back and forth in his back passage, her mons grazing against his buttocks with each delicious forward driving momentum.

As she established a nice, steady tempo with her prosthetic prick, Mistress D asked her assistant: "How's he coming?"

Tammy laughed. "I don't know about him, but I sure as hell will soon. He's got his tongue up my cunt, but soon I'm gonna order him down to my clit, and then I'm anyone's, fuck I'm wet down there."

And as Mistress D slightly increased the speed of her fucking, Tammy barked out "Clit me, boy, clit me" and the 40-year-old heard a distinct slurping as the boy's mouth obviously moved from the ebony beauty's cunt, over her labia to her prominent clitoris.

"Fuck, don't drown him, Tammy," called Mistress D, panting slightly as her orgasm neared, "he's the only nephew I've got!"

And then both mistress and assistant found their arousal too much to contain and almost simultaneously – although Mistress D thought she peaked first - both women came with cries and shouts of excitement as the sex slave brought off the assistant, while his aunt banged away to completion with the dildo in his backside.

Waiting for a while, the 40-year-old pulled the smeared rubber ramrod from the boy's now gaping anal tract, and removed it from her hips.

"Stand up, Cal, let's have a look at you," his aunt said, and Caleb, his face sticky with the black assistant's sex juice, stood before his mature domina, cock stiffly swaying from his groin.

"Well?" asked his aunt. "How was it?"

Caleb blinked his eyes a few times – his face was also perspiring with sweat as well as sex juice – and smiled: "It was lovely, aunty. I've never felt, well, never felt so thick and so hard, it was sensational."

"That's because the rubber cock inside you was putting pressure on your sphincter muscle, darling," Mistress D informed the lad.

"Would you like to feel that glorious hard-on for a bit longer?" she asked him, knowing exactly what his response would be.

"Would I what!" exclaimed the teenager. "But how? You can't walk around behind me all day with the strap-on inside me, can you?"

"Of course not, silly," said his aunt. "But what we can do is get an anal intruder which is attached to a strap leading to an engorgement device, and that way you'll be permanently erect, as massive a hard-on as you've ever experienced."

The lad looked like he'd won the lottery. "Can we, aunty? Fuck, that would be terrific!"

His aunt tossed the strap-on to one side and walked to a drawer in a chest of drawers in a far corner of the torture chamber. From it she produced an anal intruder, which was not as thick as the rubber cock she'd thrust into Caleb's back passage, but was exactly the same length – six inches.

"Bend over, darling, let aunty slip it into you," she instructed.

The boy looked questioningly at his aunt. "Jelly, aunty?"

Mistress D shook her head. "Won't need it, darling, you're nicely lubricated already, and it won't hurt, now over you go."

Caleb turned his to his aunt, bent over and placed his hands on his knees. His arse was thus perfectly presented for the black anal intruder in his aunt's hands.

The thing slid smoothly and effortlessly past his anal ring, then deep into his rectum. "Now stand and face me," said Mistress D, slapping him playfully on one bare buttock.

The lad did, and from between his thighs, Mistress Diabolique searched for the rest of the equipment. From the front base of the anal intruder, was a strip of sturdy rubber, and at its end an unstrapped piece of leather.

Pulling the strap so it was flush on his groin and leading up to his scrotum, Mistress D then buckled the leather strap around the boy's ball bag and cock.

"Wow!" exclaimed the teenager, as the anal intruder plus engorgement strap was finally fitted around him. "This feels terrific, aunty!"

Tammy stepped in front of the 18-year-old and ran a hand along his vein-popping shaft.

"I know it's probably an illusion, but this device makes him look even bigger – possibly by as much as an inch, Mistress D," she told her employer. "Reckon you can keep it up longer with that, if we let you play the numbers game again, slut boy?"

Caleb nodded his head so eagerly, his aunty thought it might drop off.

"Yes, pleeeeease, Tammy," said the lad, enthusiastically. "I know I can hold out longer than four minutes or whatever it was," he cried. "I've never felt this hard!"

"Well," his aunt laughed, "tell you what. It was four minutes and 35 seconds, since you appear to have forgotten. And with that ring around your crown jewels I think you might find it harder to control yourself than you did in your debut.

"Wanna bet?"

Caleb looked a little furtive, then nodded. "Yes, aunty, I'll take the bet. I know I can last longer than five minutes, I know it!"

Mistress Diabolique looked at her earnest young nephew and smiled. "All right. Last longer than five minutes and you can fuck us both all afternoon without any time constraints.

"Come before the time control, and Tammy's mom will call round tomorrow and really put you through your paces. OK?"

Caleb looked a little hesitant now. "What's she like, aunty?" he asked.

"I'll show you a picture of her from the dommes' directory," said the maturer domina of the two. "Then you'll know what you're gonna be up against!"

Back upstairs, in the lounge prior to the lad's second endurance test of the day, Mistress Diabolique opened the directory to the page where Tammy's mother had her half-page advertisement.

Headed "Are you man enough, or are you a sissy boy like all the rest?" the ad featured a strikingly tall black woman, with large breasts, a big butt and lovely long legs. The advertisement said that "Mistress Ebony" was a 43-year-old domina, with 15 years experience in "the art of gentle and not-so-gentle persuasion".

Mistress D thought the teenager would come over the page when he saw the beautiful black beast.

"Bet still on, Cal?" asked Mistress D, teasingly.

"Yes, aunty, yes it is," he nodded firmly.

"Right," said Mistress D, placing a firm hand on his rigid member, "let's see how you go this time."

Back in his aunt's bedroom, Caleb lay back in the middle of the bed, while Tammy lay beside him on his right, his aunt on his left.

"I started last time," said Mistress D, "so it's Tammy's turn now. He's all yours Tammy."

Mistress D lay back and guessed that the lovely black domina would start with something teasing, but she was wrong, the little minx went for the jugular.

"Three!" Tammy commanded the slave lying between them and the 18-year-old mounted the firm-bodied black beauty.

After pressing her stopwatch, Mistress D let him fuck the girl slowly for a full minute then called out: "2, Cal."

The boy pulled from the assistant's snatch, lay on his back, cock "circumcised" by the tightness of her cunt, counted slowly to 3, then placed his burgeoning hard-on between his aunt's full, firm globes.

Again he was allowed about a minute, then Tammy snapped "1" and the lady returned to the centre of the bed, counted "1, 2, 3" then climbed across the 25-year-old's body, placed his knees on either side of her shoulders and the woman took his smeared cock in her mouth and began to fellate him.

Mistress D permitted him to be sucked for about a minute, then called out "3" and soon the lad was fucking her hard, but he had only proceeded for some 30 seconds when Tammy again called "3".

Mistress D knew he would by now be close to collapse, and she was proved right. Caleb lay on his back, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he slowly counted to 3, then, just before his cock entered the assistant's tight cunt, he gave a shudder as his hand tried to steer it home.

A plume of spunk shot over Tammy's belly and landed with a light splosh on her lower left breast. Then two more globs of semen landed on her.

"Fuck," said Caleb, through gritted teeth, then "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!" as his failure registered with him.

Mistress D leaned over and kissed him on his sweat-stained face. "Oh, dear, darling – I make that 3 minutes 49 seconds, which means you lose. And that means that not only do you get punished again for failing to reach the time control, you also get punished tomorrow by Mistress Ebony."

Caleb fell onto his back as Tammy cleaned herself up.

When she had completed that task, the lovely lady kissed Caleb warmly on the mouth.

"Don't worry, darling," she whispered. "I've told mom all about you and she's dying to meet you.

"She was coming round tomorrow no matter what time you did!"



Mistress Diabolique Ch. 08



For Caleb's first meeting with Mistress Ebony, his aunty - the lush-breasted Mistress Diabolique, as she was known to her well-heeled clients, but Aunty Debbie to Caleb - made him shower an hour before her arrival.

As Mistress Ebony's daughter, the lovely 25-year-old black beauty, Tammy, said when she arrived earlier that bright, sunny Sunday morning, "Mum likes to make a grand entrance."

After he had towelled down, Aunt Debbie shaved him in his armpits, and then went around his body, removing any traces of bodily hair from around his nipples, his calves, thighs, his back and his belly.

Then she shaved his cock shaft and trimmed his pubic bush where it had sprouted slightly since his original shave on becoming a tyro slave for his 40-year-old aunt.

The naked, full-breasted dominatrix, then blow-dried the youth's longish hair, and brushed it until it fell in shining waves of lustrous jet-black almost to his well-muscled shoulders. 

Finally, Aunty Debbie bent him over and inserted his now standard wear for "slave" occasions - the six inch black rubber anal intruder fitted with the sturdy strap which attached to a tight-fitting engorgement strap around the 18-year-old's cock and balls.

Standing up, Aunty Debbie looked approvingly as her nephew's thick-veined cock stood up in all its uncut glory, pre-cum already from it's unseeing eye already starting to drool in anticipation of pleasures to come. The pressure of the dildo and the engorgement strap had already pulled the lad's foreskin slightly down over his pink, glistening glans. Yes, thought, Aunt Debbie, you'll do, you'll do nicely.

The 40-year-old veteran of several years of female domination, then pulled on her black, PVC playsuit, which had strap arrangements from beneath her breasts to the hem line at her navel. The gleaming garment was such that her 34-inch DD boobs were bare, thrusting forward, and her minge was uncovered, as were her buttocks.

Aunt Debbie pulled on a pair of high-heeled PVC domina boots, which shone wickedly all the way to mid-thigh. Then she was ready, as was Tammy, who had chosen her traditional shiny black satin bra, suspender belt, gleaming black, seamed stockings and high heels. She spurned panties, revealing her thick-lipped labia.

A "Ding-dong" ring of the door bell announced the arrival of Mistress Ebony and Aunty Debbie kissed the eagerly hard-cocked youth on his cheek and whispered: "That's her now. Bring her into the lounge, and then she'll no doubt want you to perform some minor tasks before she starts work on you. And don't worry - she's a bloody brilliant domme, you'll love it!"

The lad grinned and walked swiftly to the door as the chimes of the door bell "Ding-donged" once more through the large house.

Debbie and Tammy settled down on a long, large leather couch, and from their positions they clearly heard the exchange between the 18-year-old lad and the 43-year-old black domina.

"Hello, Mistress Ebony," said the youth, "Mistress Dominique asks you to come into the lounge where she's waiting for you with Tammy."

"Lead the way, you stiff-pricked young devil, you," came a husky, deep but very feminine voice and soon the naked slave was standing quietly to one side as Mistress Ebony moved into the room and gave the now standing Mistress D a big hug.

"Darling," said the ebony domina, "thank-you so much for inviting me around to meet your new slave - and a nephew, too, you wicked woman!"

"I trust he's to your satisfaction," said Debbie, smiling as she looked at Tammy's mum's choice of clothing for her first visit with young Caleb. As Debbie had suspected, the older domina's selection was mouth-wateringly erotic.

On her statuesque tall body - she was just short of five 10 in her high-heeled boots - was a shiny, black plastic mac, with deep pockets and a high collar pulled up so it half-covered Mistress Ebony's long, black, lustrous straightened hair.

"Be a darling and unbuckle my belt and hang it over a chair," said the 43-year-old dominatrix. Debbie watched with interest as a trembling-fingered sex slave unbelted the mac allowing it to fall open. The lad's eyes widened as he saw the domina's full, firm body, thus revealed, but first he duly obliged the lady's instruction, and laid the garment over a chair.

He then turned and Debbie thought he might drool as his gaze took in the lush-breasted beauty's erotic outfit. Her 40-inch breasts - quite a bit bigger than her daughter's - were strapped into an open-slitted black leather brassiere, the nipples erect, the areolae wide and prominent around the stiff nubbins.

On her hips, Mistress Ebony was wearing a sort of g-string, a device of black straps and a black leather patch which covered her mons, but was bare at her crotch, revealing thick labia lips. On her feet, tie-front boots came to just below her knees.

Mistress Ebony smiled at the lad and crooked her finger: "Here, Caleb, come to me."

The teenager almost bounded into her arms in his excitement, and the dark-eyed beauty pressed a soft kiss on his mouth.

"Now," she said, sweetly, "my darlin' daughter tells me you prefer mature women. That you absolutely adore your lovely Aunt Debbie. That right?"

Caleb nodded eagerly, pressing his upper torso against the domina's lush breasts. "Yes, Mistress Ebony," he said, in a thrilled whisper.

"Well, let's deal with that, for starters," said Ebony. "I'm a domme, sure, but the Sabbath is my day of rest, so what say you call me 'Aunty Ebony'? How's that sound, you lovely young cockster, you?"

Debbie saw Caleb swallow deeply. "That sounds lovely, Aunty Ebony," he said, immediately revelling in his new domme's appellation.

"Right, glad that's settled," said Aunty Ebony, stroking the youth's flowing hair. "Now, you wanna play a game downstairs with your new aunty?"

Caleb again nodded, and Debbie thought typical Ebony - the lad was immediately and willingly totally under her thumb! Well, she reflected, that's what being a good domina means!

"There's a good boy," smiled Ebony, stroking the teenager's thick erection, "I love teaching my new boys my favourite game - by the way, Cal, you ever played 'Postman's Knock'? I don't mean the old party game, I mean the adult version?"

Debbie's hand strayed to her pussy - if there was one of Ebony's domination games that really excited her to witness with a new subby, it was "Postman's Knock - Mistress Ebony Version"!

"No, aunty, no, I haven't," said Caleb, in a voice thick with anticipation.

"Oh, you'll just love it," smiled Ebony. "Now, in my mac pockets you'll find a paddle - that's where the 'knock' part comes in - and three envelopes. That's the 'postman's' part. Bring 'em downstairs and I'll teach you your new sex slave game."

Caleb went to the raincoat he had carefully folded over an easy chair and from it produced three small white envelopes and a thickish leather flogging paddle, about eight inches long by three wide, with a hefty rubber-gripped handle.

Debbie knew from previous experiences of watching Ebony wield the implement that it could produce a deep red butt-marking, but never break the skin, such was the 43-year-old dominatrix's skill at applying the weapon of correction.

Down in the torture chamber, Debbie and Tammy both settled into large, leather easy chairs and spread their thighs wide. Each was fully aware of Mistress Ebony's version of "Postman's Knock" and each enjoyed stroking their pussies to pulsing completion during the 20 to 25 minutes it usually took to play the game.

Ebony, for her part, busied herself with fastening the naked sex slave to the padded flogging stool, arranging Caleb across it so that his anally-intruded backside and hanging balls were presented to the two dommes in the audience. Then she placed a small wooden stool in front of the larger leather one Caleb had been strapped to, and placed the three envelopes on it.

Stepping back she looked down at Caleb, who looked up at her haughty pose with a look of sheer dog-like devotion.

"Now, my darling," she said, in an extremely friendly tone, "we're going to play the game. I'm the postman, and I'll tell you, you have mail. The mail, of course, is these three envelopes. In each is a sheet of paper with a number, the numbers being 6, 12 and 18. All clear so far, sweetie?"

Caleb murmured "Yes, Aunty Ebony" and Debbie started to stroke her minge. She loved this part of the ritual, the gradual explaining to the slave as to how he was to be punished - she knew that the ritual was a vital element in domme-slave play!

"Now, you have to guess which number is in the envelope in front of you. Let's say, for the sake of argument, you think it's six. You will receive six strokes of my little paddle, and after that sixth stroke you will call out 'Open the envelope, please, aunty'," the lovely domina informed him.

"Now if you're lucky, and the number is in fact 6, then you only get six strokes - with me so far, Caleb?" she asked.

"Yes, aunty," said the husky-throated slave.

"But, say the number is 18 in that envelope. You will then receive another 12 strokes, to bring your allotment up to the correct number, clear?" said the deep-voiced domme.

"Yes, aunty," Caleb replied.

"So if you're incredibly lucky and get to predict the three numbers correctly, how many strokes will you get, darling?" asked the haughty woman, quietly.

Debbie knew the answer, but it took a moment for Caleb to add 6 and 12 and 18 and come up with his response for his domina. "Thirty-six strokes, aunty," he replied.

"Very good, Caleb," the black domina chuckled, "go to the top of the class. Now we can start - oh, there's an added refinement to this game, a twist to make it more interesting, but I'll explain that later, when you get to the second envelope."

With that, Ebony scooped up the three envelopes from the stool in front of Caleb's face and walked around behind his bound body. Looking down at her audience, she saw that both Debbie and Tammy were stroking themselves and she winked at them, then went into action.

"You have mail!" the 43-year-old bare-nippled, shaven crotched beauty called out in a high-pitched trill and walked around in front of Caleb and dropped an envelope on the stool before him.

Then, standing behind the boy, she drew her arm back and brought the paddle squarely across his firm, sun-bronzed buttocks. The implement landed with a satisfying "Whommmmpa" as it hit home on his bare backside.

Ebony paused for about 10 to 15 seconds, Debbie reckoned, as she waited for the warmth to suffuse the teen's bottom, then "Whommmmpa" the paddle again greeted his flesh in a fully-forced flash of leather domination.

Again the mature domina paused to let the pain seep into her victim, then "Whommmmpa", the paddle bit its merry way into his bare bum again.

Finally, six strokes had burned across his strapped-down body and then Caleb came out with his guess: "Open the envelope, please, aunty!" His voice was firm, not yet quavering. His aunt, with her experience of watching this delicious tour de force of female domination knew that would come.

"Right, you've guessed 6, let's see what the mail has to say," said Ebony, laying the paddle across the small of the boy's back and moving around in front of him.

Pulling the sheet of paper from the envelope, Ebony waved the small scrap in front of his eyes. "Oh dear, Caleb - what bad luck," said the black beauty. "It's an 18! And I'm afraid that means you've got 12 penalty strokes to come. Ready, darling?"

Caleb nodded his head, aware of the fact that his first envelope punishment was not yet over. And as the audience of two continued with their pleasurable masturbation, Ebony rained another 12 blows across the lad's burning butt.

At last she had finished, then Aunty Ebony walked around to once more confront the teenager. "Enjoying the game, darling?" she asked, sweetly.

Caleb gulped, murmured "Yes, thank-you Aunty Ebony" and the dominatrix laughed.

"That's good, because now we come to the second envelope, only there's something I must explain. You've used up your guess of six, so that's no longer available to you. You now must guess either 18 or 12, OK?" she explained to the bondaged boy.

Caleb nodded, and Aunty Ebony walked behind him, picked up the second envelope and made her way back to the stool in front of his face. Laying it on the stool she again called out in a very chirpy, cheery manner "You have mail!"

Debbie now realised that Caleb had a chance of "escaping" with something like 54 strokes under Ebony's devious "rules" if he guessed the correct number.

Sadly, for Caleb, but not for his dominatrix, that was not to be the case. Ebony whacked 18 strokes onto his by-now blazingly burning buttocks - the lad, Debbie realised, had decided to guess on the larger number, to get it out of the way.

But when Ebony opened the envelope and waved its contents in front of the teenager's face, his face dropped when he saw the bad news - the number 12.

"So sorry," said Ebony, in a voice of concern, "I'm afraid you were out by six strokes - which means a penalty of six more strokes. Ready, boy?"

"Yes, aunty," he whispered, and the leather paddle once again did its wicked work.

Finally, Ebony pranced around in front of the lad and laid the final envelope in front of him. "You have mail!" she laughed, "but remember, you've guessed 6 and 18 so far, so you can't use them, only the 12, right, sweetie?"

Caleb nodded glumly. Now he was aware of his problem. He was forced, by the rules of Aunt Ebony's game, to guess "12", and he knew it was going to be a 6 in the envelope.

Debbie, meanwhile, was doing the same sums in her head that were probably running through Caleb's. In the first round he had received a total of 18 strokes, in the second 24. Now, after getting his 12 plus the penalty six, that would make it 18 in the final round.

Debbie knew, and by then, Caleb must have known that he was going to receive 60 strokes in all.

Finally, after the black beast flogged the lad's backside with first 12 strokes, revealed the "18" to him and applied the final six "penalty strokes" Debbie felt a surge of relief as her orgasm crashed through her, followed almost immediately by Tammy's.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it darling?" asked the lovely domina, as she cast her paddle aside and knelt in front of the boy's face. "And it was obviously fun for your aunty and my darling daughter - they've both just come.

"And that means I'm the only dominatrix in this room who hasn't, so what would you like to do about that, eh?" she inquired, as she freed Caleb's pinned wrists.

"I'd like to give you a climax, aunty," said Caleb, as he rose, ruefully rubbing his burning bright buttocks with both hands, as Ebony freed his ankles.

The large black woman then walked to another chair, over in the corner of the torture chamber, and sat back in it, splaying her large thighs onto the arms and displaying her pink sex slits, slippery between the chocolate-brown inner thighs.

"Come on Caleb, come and thank aunty for playing that lovely game," she purred, and soon Caleb was kneeling in front of her minge, lapping and licking at her aromatic pussy, his cock rising once more to erection.

Ebony then looked up at the other two and smiled. "If he's recovered after eating me, I may let him fuck me," she announced. "Why don't you two get lunch ready, then we can all eat!"

Debbie and Tammy rose from the couch and when reached the door, the 40-year-old looked back to where her 18-year-old nephew was eagerly lapping at the black domina's wet snatch.

"You know, Ebony," said the boy's aunt, "this game isn't really Postman's Knock, is it?"

"Why you say that, darl?" asked the seated domina.

"Well," grinned Debbie, "you're really the Postmistress!"