2 comments/ 41522 views/ 16 favorites The Bradenhams Find Happiness By: MegMerryweather Bradenhams Harry Bradenham drove home with his mother sobbing quietly beside him. They had sat up all night with his father until he died quietly just after 10.15 in the morning. When they got home Harry made a pot of strong coffee and urged Virginia to try to eat something. They sat side by side in silence looking at the garden she so loved. She blew her nose and smiled sadly at him. He put his arm around her and drew her in for a comforting hug. She had always hugged her son when he was sad and now it was his turn to be the comforter. "Harry, may I go to the toilet?" she asked. He had heard her say this a thousand times but never to him. It was always his father who decided if she could relieve herself now or wait until she felt more uncomfortable. He said "Yes" knowing full well that she would respond by asking him if he wanted to watch. As she unwound herself from him he noticed that she did not look at him. They were both remembering the occasion when his father had realised that Harry was 18 and had never looked at his mother's sex. She was told that Harry wanted to watch. She tried to raise her skirt so that they could see but it was too tight and she was told take it off completely. As she undid it and let it fall to the floor he realised that she had been wearing stockings and no knickers. He looked at her face and saw her embarrassment. He felt he was participating in a moment of exciting cruelty with the humiliation of his mother. They looked each other in the eye and he realised that her shame caused him more sexual excitement than the sight of her sex. He was her son and she regretted that he had been put in this embarrassing situation. He now knew that this was how her husband and his friends humiliated her and that he would have to choose whether he would continue to treat her as the mother he loved or join his father's friends who beat her and fucked her without loving her or even caring for her. She sat down and opened her legs for him to see and after a few moments his father nodded and she let her urine flow. When she came back he enfolded her in his arms. But there had been a change; when she asked him if she could relieve herself she acknowledged that he was not only her loving son, but also he had inherited her husband's authority over her body. His lips met hers and gently it developed into her sucking on his tongue as though it were the small brother of his cock. Instead of filling her mouth with his sperm they exchanged their saliva as a demonstration of their intimate love for each other. His hands began squeezing her breasts and then he began undoing the buttons of her blouse. When the last button was undone she undid the front catch of her bra for him. Her breasts were now presented for his pleasure. He caressed them so lightly with only his finger tips and then he kissed her nipples. Her mind went back to the time when her baby gave her so much joy while he sucked at her breast. He was three before her milk ran out. He had teeth by then and had learned how to bite her nipples enough to hurt but not too much. Now here he was kissing her breasts and sucking at her nipples. She knew that this gentleness would be part of her future but she also knew that within a few weeks he would have her tied upside down so that he could whip the underside of her breasts. As she thought about it she became aware that her juices were beginning to flow between her thighs. She expected him to begin by pushing her head down to take his fully erect cock in her mouth. But he chose to excite her with his fingers and tongue. His fingers found her clitoris and began to masturbate her. He was gentle but firm and was clearly familiar with women's genitals. He continued his attentions to her clitoris and added to her breathless delight by beginning to suck at her labia and explore her sex with his tongue. None of the other men who had used her cunt had made her so anxious to please them. She wanted to have an orgasm that would show him how much she loved him and the delight he brought her. But she could not cross the line between gasping with excitement and tipping over into orgasm. She was missing the pain. For the last twenty years she had not had an orgasm without a man inflicting pain, even agony, on her and it slowly dawned that the pain that men forced on her was necessary for her to reach her own orgasms. "Darling, I am so sorry, I don't think I am going to come. I need to have my lover hurt me before I can come." She found it hard to confess to her son how little self-respect his mother had been forced to live with. "Stay there. Keep your legs open." He came back with a jar of black pepper corns from the kitchen. "I am going to put two of these up your clit and I want you to masturbate your clit and have an orgasm in ten minutes from now. If you don't make it I will take over and you will really know pain." He checked his watch and returned to licking her labia. She had never had to inflict pain on herself before and this was really painful. When someone whipped her there was a moment of intense pain and then a pause that allowed her to prepare for the next stroke. But with this, the pain was constant. Men had pulled, stretched and twisted her clitoris before but this was different. As soon as she squeezed her clit it was agonising but when she stopped squeezing and twisting the pain went on inside her. She knew he was confident that she would try hard enough to achieve her orgasm. He trusted her to endure the all the pain she needed to achieve her goal. She squeezed and twisted until she almost fainted but with her agony and her son's skill in licking inside her vagina she made it with two minutes to spare. And her orgasm was so long and so brilliant she almost fainted again. "I don't want you to keep them up you too long. You can piss them out or gradually squeeze them down the passage." "Would you do it, please, my darling son, my lover, my owner, my master. "I'll answer to 'my darling son' or to 'my lover'. I want to talk to you and Granny Dorothy about all this tomorrow. But now I want to enjoy your sex. Lie on the floor with your legs open. First, I am going to clear your clitoris and it is going to hurt. Then I am going to let you feel my cock up your vagina before I transfer to your mouth and you will receive the first of many deliveries of my sperm". Once again he caressed her clitoris gradually twisting and squeezing it harder and harder until she was squealing with pain. He then eased the two pepper corns out of her. She was bleeding from her clitoris and he let her blood run down over her labia and on down to her anus where he had placed a couple of towels from the kitchen to prevent a stain on the carpet. She hardly felt him introduce his cock into her. He gently made love to her and she picked up his rhythm. "I am almost on the cusp. May I come?" "I should regard it as honour if my mother comes the first time I make love to her." They continued their rhythm and she reached her climax. This time there were no cries of delight, no grunting or squealing – just deep breathing and silent joy. It was as though the energy of her orgasm had surged deep within her whole body. He withdrew and she did not need to be told to take his cock in her mouth. There was no haste in his enjoyment of her mouth. She made no resistance when he touched the back of her throat and he made no effort to avoid making her choke and cough as he reached his climax and filled her mouth with his sperm. She prevented most of it going down her throat and was able to taste his gift to his mother in the joy of knowing he would be regularly using her mouth for his pleasure - and hers. As they lay half naked on the living room floor they realised that they had hardly had any sleep the previous night and they would be more comfortable in bed. "My bed. I like to keep things simple and I do not want to wake up with all that bondage and whipping gear around me. Just now I only want to caress your sex and make my cock familiar with the third pleasurable entrance to your body. Let's get some sleep and in the morning I'll begin with your bottom." *** She woke up the next morning with a pair of firm hands manipulating her breasts. As she lay half aware of her surroundings the hands became more insistent and began to squeeze and twist her nipples to wake her up. "Good morning , mother darling. Suck my cock." She went to do as she was told but he did not intend to have her lying beside him. She was to kneel astride him. His cock was rock hard even before she took it into her mouth but he did not thrust it into her. He lay still and let her take it into her mouth as deep as she could without choking. She was conscious that for the first time he had a clear view of her arsehole. Although she had not been whipped recently her bottom still showed signs of the beatings she had received before Richard went into hospital. Harry stroked her bottom and then introduced one finger into her anus and then a second. He had not used any lubrication and his two fingers inside her felt uncomfortable. "Now I want you to turn round and kneel with your face into the pillow and your arms above your head. I want to watch my cock going up your back passage." He finished and she washed traces of blood and shit off his cock. When she was sure it was clean she took it into her mouth and kneeling on the bathroom floor she gave her son his second orgasm of the day. Dorothy Harry's grandmother arrived at ten o'clock, just as she said she would. Harry took her bag up to her bedroom and helped her settle in. Although she was almost seventy he found her still quite attractive. She dressed well, did plenty of exercise, and took care of her hair and make-up. He had always been fond of her and although he knew how his father and grandfather had both regularly used her (often at the same time) he had been no more intimate with her that the occasional hug of his grandmother. He had intended to just put her bag in the bedroom but she asked his to help unpack. He passed dresses, skirts and jackets to her and she hung them up carefully. Next came her stockings, bras and knickers. She was watching for his reaction. He took the bit of her knickers that went between her legs and caressed it for a moment. She smiled and he took her in his arms and gave her a long wet kiss. When she could speak she asked him what he wanted from her, what their relationship should be. Before he answered he gave her another long saliva kiss and sat her down beside him on her bed. "I should like to be your lover. I would like to be free to enjoy your body at any time and in any place. That will include feeling your breasts and clitoris and I want you to be happy to receive my cock in your cunt, your mouth and your bottom. I intend to whip mother regularly and you as well. I like to watch mum on the lavatory and I should like you to ask my permission before you use the lavatory and when I allow you to go I want you to invite me to watch. She took his hand and kissed it. "I would be happy to be your slave – after all I have been a slave to two of your ancestors – although Granddad William did love me and I would have done anything for him. I would be happy to be your sex slave but I am much happier to be your lover." *** When they went downstairs Virginia had got the coffee on and they sat down to plan Richard's funeral. No one actually used the word but they agreed that they wanted the cheap version. The smaller chapel at the crematorium, recorded music and a couple of hymns that everyone would know. It would be nice if someone from the office would say a few kind words and one of his friends. He did not have many friends these days and they quickly agree to ask 'The Colonel'. They would see the coffin off and leave for lunch at the best local pub. Virginia thought the turnout might be larger than they expected. Both Dorothy and she had friends locally and a number of them would want to come and support the grieving mother and widow. Finally they opted for a wake at home with professional caterers - more flexible. Over lunch Harry said that he thought his dad had had a lot of friends. "Certainly a lot of people used to come to the house to swap and beat their wives." "Including me and Dorothy. It was fine at first but Richard could not distinguish between friends and free riders. The idea was that every man would bring a woman and allow other men to enjoy her. But Richard was not firm enough and some men started to turn up on their own. And they were not very nice types. They beat us without having any affection for us; sometimes not even knowing our names. Basically women haters. One evening there were too many men and they started beating me but they went too far. Even when I screamed the safeword Richard did not stop them beating me. I went into shock and it just made them laugh. Thank God that The Colonel was there. He stopped them, untied me and wrapped me in warm blankets until I stopped trembling. Dorothy and I told Richard that we would not be attending any more of his fun evenings. He kept inviting people but without us there was very little to attract men. He received a few invitations to other people's parties and even those few dried up. His last five years were lonely and very sad." "The Colonel had a crush on Dorothy and he was the only person who would do a swap with Richard. His wife Martha, aka Mofflin, said they were some of the most boring evenings of her life – he just whined to her about how your grandma Dorothy had been left 75% of the business by his father and he got only 25% and how no woman worth having wanted anything to do with him." "To finish off our discussion" said Harry, "I should like to talk to you this evening about my relations with the two of you and try to make some rules so that you and I know how we stand. Drinks at 7.00 this evening, a light dinner from 7.30." *** Planning the Future "Here's to a happy future for the three of us." "Cheers!" "Yesterday my mother asked me if she could go to the lavatory. I assumed that she saw me as inheriting the privileges my father had over her. She then agreed to sleep in my bed and I had orgasms in her sex, her mouth and her bottom. So, mum, can I assume that I may use your body for your pleasure and mine, regularly, freely and exclusively?" "Yes you can, my darling." "And you, granny. Do I have your agreement that I may use your body for your pleasure and mine, regularly, freely and exclusively?" "I am 69 and I am so relieved to be invited to be part of your future. Thank you, darling." "Perhaps I should have told you what I expect from you before you declared your willingness to submit to me. I expect that both of you will undress when I tell you to, you will allow me total access to your breasts, bottoms and your three orifices where I love to insert my fingers, tongue and cock into your bodies. I propose to beat both of you regularly and firmly. I used to know and love you both when I was a boy. But I have grown up, you have changed and I need to get to know you both again. I suggest that I will not start beating you for one month after dad's funeral. I love to whip women and I love to see that they will go through serious pain and helpless submission just to please me and make my erection stiff even though they know I may thrust it into another woman. You remember the story about how I first saw mother's sex? She noticed that my erection was so stiff because of her humiliation and not because I could see her private parts for the first time. Just a word on vocabulary. I am not your master or your owner; I know that my dad liked to call you both names like 'slave', 'cunt' or 'whore'. This may have been be acceptable if he had loved you but he did not love mum and I don't think he loved you, Gran, very much either. I should like to call you Gran or Dorothy or my lover or any other term of affection. I think that 'Mum', 'Virginia' and 'dearly beloved' would be the preferred kind of address for you mum. As for me, I think 'Harry', 'son' and possibly 'Mr Wonderful' have the right tone." After they had eaten, Harry asked the women to remove their knickers and hand them to him. His mother had some difficulty taking them down as her skirt was rather tight to show off the beautiful curves of her bottom. She had to remove her whole dress. "I do like you in your stockings and bra". Harry said. "But I think we should have a rule that knickers would be allowed with trousers but not with skirts." "I should now like to introduce you to a new piece of furniture I commissioned from a friend." In front of the log fire was a new piece of furniture the women had never seen. He pulled a large sheet away to reveal a beautifully crafted wooden platform with a padded top covered with reddish brown leather. Mother, I should like you to lie face down on my bondage deck. Hands above your head and legs together." "This is what I dream of. A beautiful middle aged lady with a slim waist and a bottom to dream of". He sat running his hand from her waist to her knees rejoicing in his mother's bottom. He parted her buttocks and gently stroked her anus. "My fingers have explored this puckered beauty and my cock has stretched it and deposited the sperm from the first of many orgasms as far up there as it can reach." "Now turn over and show us your breasts, clitoris and beautiful eyes". "Dorothy, I want you to lick out her cunt and then suck her clitoris until you make her come." His mother anticipated his next action. She turned her face towards him and opened her mouth. His cock was out and he slowly took control of her mouth and throat. He enjoyed adding thrust when her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as her Dorothy brought her clitoris to orgasm. "Now I want to explore the private parts of my new lover. Virginia, please sit up and watch her undressing." "When I am undressed, may I use the toilet?" "No. I have only just started undressing you. Virginia, please fetch a set of the cruellest nipple clamps and put one her clitoris. Dorothy watched the clamp being attached with fear. She had not expected him to be so cruel. "Right, Dorothy, please take off your dress and give it to my mother. She will remove your bra and stocking." When she was undressed he sat her on the bondage deck and felt her breasts. They were impressively large and still showed signs of the whippings and torture she had received in this very room. She could not help shivering with the fear that her new 'lover' would enjoy inflicting pain on her. He caressed her breasts very firmly; it was uncomfortable, but not painful. He reached down to her sex and was pleased to discover it was very wet. She sucked his fingers clean. Virginia, I want you to suck her cunt. I will see how good she is at sucking cock. We need to take the clamp off her clit in about two minutes. He knelt astride her face and began to fuck her throat. She coughed and spluttered but it did not disturb his rhythm. He nodded to Virginia to remove the clamp. The blood rushed back into her clitoris, she tried to scream but he was blocking her throat. She writhed and grunted until Virginia's tongue up her cunt made her come and he made her choke on his sperm. Harry told her she could use the toilet but she had to open her legs wide so that he and Virginia could see. A bright May morning. Virginia was woken by the insertion of his thumb into her anus and three fingers into her sex. It was one of her favourite sensations to feel his fingers and thumb stroking each other through the divide between her anus and vagina. She no longer asked her lover if she could come, he had told her that he loved to feel the tremors in her sex and he was pleased that these days she could have an orgasm because he loved her and not because he whipped her. The Bradenhams Find Happiness "It is seven o'clock and a beautiful May morning out there. Get washed and come down for a quick cup of coffee. You won't need any clothes." When she joined him in the kitchen her coffee was on the table along with a length of rope. "A fine spring morning makes me want to tie you to a branch of a tree in the garden and whip you. But first we have to find the tree and then the branch." He picked up the rope and tied it round her elbows and drew them behind her back. He did not force her elbows together but she felt they were fairly close. She was pleased he liked to tie her up like this. He said it made her tits stand out and made whipping them almost impossible to resist. There were apple trees at the far end of the garden but they could not be seen from the house. She agreed with his suggestion that one of the old oaks was well positioned in view of the house and it had a bough low enough to make it easy to fix a rope and pulley, but as he explained, there was enough height for her to be able to stand on tip toe with her arms stretched above her head or to be suspended by her ankles at a heights convenient for his riding crop to strike on the underside of her breasts or between her legs. "I will need to set up the pulley which I will do later. For the moment it is just going to be a rope thrown over a bough. As it is such a lovely morning I want you to face the sun and wait for me to come back. I will leave you for about half an hour then I'll come and whip you. You will find it a bit chilly – just enough to make your nipples hard." He put a blindfold on her and asked her to tell him when he came back if she would like 20 celebratory lashes on her bottom or on her breasts. He kissed her lips and was gone. What would he like best – breasts or bottom? He usually kept her breasts for special occasions and may be the setting up of an outdoor flogging tree would count as a special occasion. Would it just be her who was flogged here? How would Dorothy like it? Would they be gagged to avoid passers by trying to see what was happening? Or would they be trusted to endure his pleasure in silence? Actually it was not just his pleasure; she and Dorothy had both begun to regain the joy they felt as young women when their lovers chose to inflict the pain of the whips on them. When her son returned he found Virginia shivering with the cold and relieved to see him. She said she would prefer to be beaten on the bottom. He gave her five strokes of his riding crop to warm her up and then ten really hard that made her scream as quietly as she could. He untied the rope that held her wrists. "Kneel down. I cannot resist giving you five on your breasts." He spent five minutes roughly feeling her breasts and twisting her cold nipples. She began to cry and he wrenched and twisted her nipples even harder. Then he stopped. She knelt in the dewy grass waiting. The first strike caught her by surprise. She screamed. The next four came at a steady tempo. Then he took off her blindfold and she thanked him through her tears. He walked her to the house and turned on the hot shower for her. By half past eight they were both working. At eleven she made him a cup of coffee and placed it on his desk. He put his hand up her skirt and felt her genitals. She came so quickly she hardly had time to enjoy it. The second one he brought on was slower and deeply rewarding. *** Meeting with Mofflin "I met the Colonel today, Harry." Said Dorothy after they had finished dinner. "I had not seen him since the funeral. He asked me if I thought you would allow me to spend two days with him in exchange Mofflin. Mofflin, as you may remember, is his wife and was a regular in the old days. You may like to try her. She is in her mid-fifties but she has a nice pair of tits and you would like her bottom. And she can take a good beating." "How do you feel about it?" Harry asked. "He is getting on for seventy but your mother and I have a soft spot for him. He is clean and does not make outrageous demands with his whip – although he can be pretty demanding when he has a woman in bondage. I would quite like to spend two days with him." "What do you think, mother?" "If Dorothy would like to go I see no reason not to make the swap with Mofflin. You will find her very different from us. She seems to be rather shy and she rarely responds to what her masters do to her. She endures being humiliated or whipped and when it is over she will sit quietly waiting for whatever is to come next. I should be interested to see if you can get any sort of emotional response out of her. *** Virginia arranged the swop for 6pm on the Friday evening. The two women were to be undressed and be ready by to be exposed on the bondage deck by 5.30. Dorothy was the first to be attached. She was tied on her back so that her best features were displayed to the Colonel. Her arms were tied together by the wrist and above her head to suggest to the man who was to be her master that she was defenceless and open to anything he may choose to do to her. Her legs were parted enough for him to see what he was getting without being gross about it. Mofflin required more thought. She had nice breasts and very hairy cunt. Harry had not said whether he liked pubic hair or not but Virginia expected that he would shortly decide whether his women should be naturally hairy, shaved or plucked. She told Mofflin to open her legs and bend over so that she could see what her arsehole looked like – she knew from her own experience that he liked a neat little puckered orifice. Mofflin's was just the kind he liked. She congratulated her but received only a nod in response. The men arrived a little before 6pm and were shown into the study. The Colonel asked for a whisky and was firmly told by Virginia that he was not going to be drunk when he drove Dorothy back to his house. She made them cups of coffee. She showed them into the salon. The room was warm, the curtains closed, and by the light of the log fire they could see two female form tied to the bondage desk - one on her back and one on her front. The one on her front had a bolster placed under hips to make her bottom more obvious. The Colonel wanted to get Dorothy away as quickly as possible. She offered to put on a dress but he preferred her in her dressing gown. "Why waste time dressing up if you are going to have to undress when we get home". He was about to rush to the door when Virginia grabbed him, pointed to Mofflin who was still on display and pursed her lips to remind him to kiss her goodbye. He did the minimum necessary and was off with Dorothy in tow. Harry and Virginia sat down either side of Mofflin. He stroked her gently to help her to relax and freed her legs so that she was able to spread her knees and expose her arsehole without his having to press her buttocks apart. Mofflin contracted her anus as though she was trying to shit. But instead of shit there came a small trace of fluid that gleamed in the firelight. Virginia noticed it immediately and indicated it to Harry. They said nothing. Mofflin was turned over and her legs were tied above her head. The spotlight was turned on so that they could see her cunt clearly. Once again there was a spasm and some fluid oozed from her cunt. "In this house," said Virginia, "we like to be sure everything is clean before my son uses it. I am going to wash out your cunt and your arse and I want you to clean your teeth." She released Mofflin and took her to the bathroom and thoroughly washed out her arse and her cunt. Then she made her clean her teeth, and then clean them a second time. "The story is that we did not notice. I sucked your cunt while Harry fucked your arse. OK? I had noticed traces but thanks for alerting us. We won't let you down. If Harry wants to fuck your arse this evening you must ask him to use some ointment. I have washed away any natural lubricant you had up there. We will go down to dinner – Do your hair and put your make up on. You will stay naked for the rest of the evening. House rules No 1If you want to use the toilet you must ask Harry for permission and if he says 'yes' you must ask him if he would like to watch. I have to let him watch at least once a day. And he may stop you for two hours or more and if you really wanted to go when you asked, you will find it very uncomfortable. (Hint) House rule No 2Harry is not your master and you are not his slave. He is your lover and you do everything he tells you to do. He likes to use all three holes for an evening's pleasure – mouth, arse and cunt. After he uses your cunt you clean his cock with your mouth and after he uses your arse you wash his cock with a bowl of water and a flannel and then take it into your mouth to show it is clean. *** Perhaps it was expecting too much to have a woman with no clothes on whom he hardly knew to have an interesting conversation with a mother and son who were fully dressed. But it was stilted. Mofflin would politely answer a direct question but she did not add to the conversation. Harry tried feeling her clitoris. She dutifully opened her legs a little wider but she showed neither pleasure nor displeasure. "If you like to clear away and make some coffee I will explore Mofflin on the bondage deck." "I don't want you to feel up her back passage until I have put some ointment up her." Harry attached Mofflin to the deck, lying on her back, arms above her head. Her legs were free to be adjusted as he desired. He pulled them over her head when Virginia came to lubricate her anus. She did it very thoroughly and she finished off kissing her clitoris. "If you want to use me as well, I don't mind." Said Mofflin. "Can you tell me what you plan to do to me over the weekend?" There was a pause. Harry said that they had made no final plans because they wanted to adapt as they got to know her. There would be some point when she would be given a thorough beating outside in the garden. They would invite Sybil, their neighbour, in to watch. Then in the afternoon she could have a look round Sybil's house – which Mofflin might find interesting. "Sybil is the widow of a man with very cruel tastes, he whipped her, hit her with his fists and boots and he loved to show other men what beatings his willing slave would take with plentiful tears but no complaints. And she loved him like mad. When he died Dorothy got her to sell her house and buy the small one next door because she hoped Sybil would take to the idea that my father would enjoy using her. "She may be old and missing her husband but she did not want to get involved with dad. But we are quite friendly with her and she likes me to use her from time to time. And she likes to watch an open air whipping so we will invite her for Sunday morning. You and mother could go round to tea on Saturday afternoon. On Sunday afternoon Mother and I will work on you to see how many orgasms we can stimulate for you and us. But now I would like you to get into bed and I will join you shortly." *** When Harry joined her she was lying naked in her bed, her hands clasped together behind her neck and her legs wide open. She had been well trained. He asked her if she had been to the toilet. She said she had not because she had been told she had to have his permission, but she needed to go. "You can go now but I want to watch you." They went into the en suite. He did not have to tell her to lean back and open her legs wide to give him a good view. He stroked her labia and fondled her clitoris for a while and then he let her piss. She washed herself and joined him in her bed. "Now tell me, Miss Mofflin, in what order would you like me to fuck your three holes?" "I am sure that whatever order you choose will be the one I enjoy most." "I'll start with your arse and finish with your mouth." She turned over and presented him with her bottom. She took his thrusts with small yelps but she hardly moved. He came, she got up and fetched the basin and flannel and sucked his cock when she had cleaned him. He kept her sucking his cock until it began to expand again and he was able to get into her cunt. She lay still and accepted his sperm. "I think that will be enough for this evening." He said. "We have a busy day tomorrow." When he was gone she cried quietly until she also went to sleep. What she did not know was that he had finished the evening with a quickie in his mother and then decided to kiss Mofflin goodnight and make peace with her. He heard her crying and decided to leave her until morning. *** On Saturday morning Virginia and Mofflin went shopping and in the afternoon they went round to see Sybil's museum / shrine to her late and very much lamented husband. They were both familiar with life as a submissive but they also knew that men would not get the get maximum pleasure from a woman if he made no effort to understand her nor to enable her to add her willing contributions to his pleasure. On Sunday morning Mofflin was woken by Virginia with instructions to get up and prepare to be taken into the garden for beating. It was a rather grey morning and not very warm. She told Mofflin that she would not be suspended upside down. Harry was going to pull her up high enough for her to stand on tip toe which would reduce the strain on her arms. As he was not planning to whip her between her legs Virginia was told to put nipple clamps onto her breasts and her clitoris while she was waiting for Harry to come and beat her. She did not know how many strokes he was planning to deliver. Sybil had been invited to watch. Virginia gave Mofflin a cup of coffee and some toast before taking her to the whipping tree. She was fitted with padded handcuffs attached to the pulley and Virginia pulled her up enough to raise her heels off the ground. "Tell me your safe word before we start." As a final touch she took out three nipple clamps and attached them to Mofflin's nipples and clitoris. The three tugs she gave them were the first pains Mofflin experienced that day. "I am just off to fetch Sybil." When Sybil had undressed and taken her place next to Virginia Harry came down and asked Mofflin if she was willing to be beaten. Of course she said yes. He then removed her nipple clamps. He waited a few minutes while the rush of pain subsided then he took the opportunity to cause her more pain (and pleasure) by roughly fondling her nipples and her clitoris. There was a pause while he went behind her, another pause and suddenly the sound and shock of his riding crop slashed across her bottom. She could not see him and he chose to hit her at irregular intervals, she had the experience of pain and the experience of tension as she waited for the next nine strokes There was a longer pause and then another sequence of ten lashes, this time on the back of her thighs. By the twentieth stroke she was sobbing but she had not screamed. The next and final ten stokes were the most difficult for her. He came round to the front of her and made her look him in the eye. She was no longer able to simply endure the whipping she was now in collusion with Harry. She watched as he raised his arm but he did not bring his crop down on her until she looked him in the eye and he kept watching her eyes as the crop seared against her thighs. By the fifth lash she realised she was giving him an almost imperceptible flicker of her eyelids to say she was ready for the crop to come down; it was as if he were reading her body. He could see that in spite of his cruelty and her tears she wanted his approval and affection. It was joyful and humiliating to endure such treatment from a man who cared nothing for her. To him she was just the payment her husband made for the pleasure of owning Harry's grandmother for two days. She thanked Harry for whipping her and he politely thanked her. *** After lunch Harry took Mofflin up to her room. He watched her undress and lie down on her bed. He told her he wanted to talk to her and then he would come in her cunt and her arse where his seeping sperm would show the Colonel he had made good use of her. "I haven't enjoyed this weekend as much as I should have done. And I don't think you enjoyed it either. I have no wish to get you in trouble with the Colonel so I am going to say that I really enjoyed your company and you gave me as many orgasms as I could cope with. But I had the impression you would rather have been in the Colonel's bed. Is that OK?" "I am sorry you have not enjoyed me. I am really grateful that you will not get me punished. My arse and cunt are yours for the rest of the afternoon and I hope to make it enjoyable for you. I would like you to add my mouth – I always regard my mouth as the most intimate place for my lover to use and I would like to use this opportunity to please you. By the time they went to the Colonel's to fetch Dorothy and deliver Mofflin, she had received his sperm in her mouth three times. Virginia Observed Her instructions were to have her hair done and put on her smartest dress for a light lunch on Sunday. They were not going out but she was to make sure there was nothing she had to do nor would there be anyone visiting. He wanted a long afternoon with her alone. He added he would not be inflicting any pain on her. After lunch Harry asked her to walk to the window, to the door, the fire – his eyes were on her all the time and she could not resist adding a little wiggle to her bottom. She felt comfortable being under his control; she knew he enjoyed watching her bend over to pick up a piece of paper or to be more ladylike and pick it up keeping her back straight and dipping her legs. From time to time he asked her to stand in front of him and remove one piece of clothing. Her dress had to go first and she remembered that lovely dreadful day when he first saw her remove her skirt for his pleasure. This time he was expecting her to be wearing no knickers or "panties" as she was learning to call them. She should have become used to undressing and standing naked in front of her son but standing there with her hands behind her neck waiting for her son's instructions was still embarrassing and still exciting. He asked her to kneel down and so that he could put a blindfold on her; it was thick enough to cut out all light. He helped her to her feet and led her to the bondage deck. She was told to lay face down. He tied her arms above her head and her legs were tied so that her sex and anus were available. She lay in the darkness waiting for something to happen. She felt him sitting beside her, perhaps just looking at her body. His fingers lightly touched her shoulder and slowly travelled down her back so lightly that it was almost a tickle. Down her back and on to her bottom then down the back of her leg. When he reached her foot he caressed the sole and began travelling back up the inside of her other leg. The hand passed her knee and continued up the inside of her thigh pulling out just before it reached her aching sex; across her bottom and up her back. She felt herself becoming so relaxed, almost somnolent, smiling happily with her own thoughts. She noticed the pattern changing. The hand going down her back was following her backbone. It moved slowly, pressing firmly as though it were counting her vertebrae. It did not stop at her coccyx, it followed on down between the two halves of her bottom. She was fully alert as it approached her anus; the touch became lighter and the fingers passed across her hole with only the lightest touch. It went down her legs and gradually returned. When it got to her bottom there were suddenly two hands stroking and squeezing her flesh. She relaxed again and there was a pause before one finger gently stroked her arsehole. She almost knew what would happen next – the finger entered into her anus about half an inch. "You have the most lovely bottom - small and round and so kissable – and your neat puckered little arsehole is a thing of beauty. Thank you for allowing me to both look at it and to sodomise you." He placed kisses on each of her buttocks and left before she could respond. The Bradenhams Find Happiness When he came back he untied her, turned her over onto her back and retied her arms and legs. He kissed her eyes and her mouth and gently stroked her face, then down to her chest, across her hips and down her legs. She had no idea of time but it seemed like a whole afternoon before he moved on to her breasts and her sex. He kissed her breasts and massaged them so that her nipples became painfully hard. He discovered how effective he had been when he turned his attention to her sex and found it delightfully wet. She felt him lay down beside her. He found her clitoris and kissed and licked her. At the same time he was squeezing her mound of Venus to excite the clitoris beneath it. She felt so relaxed she was able to simply lay there and allow her orgasms to just wash over her until she was exhausted. She felt him move closer to her face and opened her mouth to welcome him in. Usually he simply fucked her face but this afternoon his cock lay unmoving in her mouth and throat. She set to exploring his cock; her tongue explored the slit at the end where the sperm and piss came out. She already knew that there was a bit about an inch from the end which was particularly sensitive. She concentrated her attention there and was rewarded by his heavy breathing and his natural desire to begin thrusting his cock deeper into her throat. She sucked and licked him so that he could hold out no longer - he pumped her mouth full of sperm, kissed her vulva and lay back with a groan of perfect satisfaction. The Colonel leaves a legacy About a year after Richard died the Colonel invited the three of them to dinner. Harry expected him to suggest that he swap three days with Mofflin for lending Dorothy to the Colonel. Harry had been lent Mofflin once before and although she tried hard enough she was too insecure to enjoy the whole experience of Harry whipping and using her. But now the Colonel was telling them that the doctors had warned him to get everything in order as he had a cancer and he would be dead in six months. Mofflin would have the house, 50% per cent of his company pension, her state pension plus a considerable pile of shares and other assets. She would be well off but she was too shy to make new friends quickly and she would be afraid of being in the house alone. "You are our closest friends. Would you allow her to come and live with you for a few months after I am gone? Just while she gets used to the new life without me." Everyone looked at Harry. "Colonel, I am sure my family are honoured by the trust you and Martha have put in us. This may sound cruel to you, Martha, but I feel that this is a big responsibility and we need to discuss whether we can support you as you deserve to be supported. I would like a couple of days to think it over with Dorothy and Virginia." "Oh! It really doesn't matter. I'll be alright on my own!" "Martha, I have been intimate with you for two days and from my experience of making you cry and my enjoying your body I would doubt whether you would be alright." He had nods of agreement from mother and grandmother but the Colonel was furious and Mofflin was in tears. There was no point in staying. Harry apologised and took his women home. *** The next morning they talked over breakfast. Dorothy wanted to take her in because she had been intimate friends with the colonel for a long time and Mofflin was OK. Virginia also wanted to take her in because of the Colonel. He may have saved her life and yes, she was OK. Harry was intrigued by Mofflin. She was a model submissive over the two days he had spent with her as a swap with Dorothy but she did not seem to have been fully committed. She was holding back. Perhaps she was shy and found it more difficult to have a conversation than to accept a beating. He wanted to get to know her but he just said they should have her because of the Colonel. They also agreed that they had been ambushed and they should talk again the next day – it was a big decision and they did not want to rush into a big mistake. But the next day they still agreed to have her. Harry was appointed to go and see the Colonel and Mofflin. Harry wanted to speak to Mofflin first but she ushered him into the Colonel and then left the room. The Colonel was delighted at their decision and suggested Harry go and find Mofflin. Mofflin was still hurt and angry. Harry confessed that his mum and grandma were mainly influenced by their relationship with the Colonel. But he wanted to emphasise that he wanted to get to know her better. "Will you expect me to sleep with you and let you beat me?" "I would like to sleep with you and beat you but I would not force you. I only really enjoy a relationship if I have a strong attachment to the woman who willingly submits herself for my pleasure. I know very little about you and you know little about me. I would like you to come and live with us so I can spend time with you. Perhaps we could regard our previous intimacy as an ice breaker." "I am 55 and you are 25. Do you have a thing about elderly women?" "I think I must have. I certainly do like their company. And I love to look into their eyes when I have asked them to undress. And when they are bare they lie on the bed, waiting with their legs open. The bodies of older women may become wrinkled, they may have a bit too much cellulite and their breasts may droop but their mouths have years of experience of receiving their lovers cocks and the subsequent squirt of sperm. Their genitals do not seem to age between eighteen and eighty and most of them are able to receive the occasional cock deep into their anuses. And, as with women of any age, there can be interesting, loving conversation afterwards." "I shall still keep my own house if I come and stay with you." "I think that would be very sensible." The new resident Martha moved in on the evening of the Colonel's funeral. She was adamant that she did not want anyone to come into her room and she often shut herself in with the TV and her computer. She shared the housework, gardening and cooking and occasionally stayed to chat after dinner but she did not stay long. She seemed to be able to avoid Harry without being impolite. Dorothy and Virginia had known each other for years and they found it difficult to draw such a reserved woman into their conversations. After a while they stopped trying. Apart from chores, Mofflin had nothing to do during the day and she took long walks on her own. With Dorothy's insistence she agreed to always take her mobile phone with her. One fine Sunday Harry asked her to join him in a twelve mile walk with lunch at a nice pub half way round. She thanked him for the offer but she had things to do. He had to say to her that he did not think she was happy staying with them and he needed to talk to her. "I appreciate that you are a family group and I am not good at ingratiating myself. I will pack up and go in a couple of days." "Try not to be a pain in the arse. No one wants you to go. We would like it if you could relax and talk to us about yourself." There was a sulky silence for the next half mile. "What do you want to know about me? "Let's begin at the beginning. Tell me where you born? What did you like doing when you were a child? What jobs did you do? "I was born in 1945 just after the war with Japan ended. So I am now 55. My dad was a quite high Civil Servant and my mum was a secretary until I and my brother and sister came along....." Once the flood gates had opened she went into the details of her life and did not stop talking until they got to The Green Man pub. Harry had booked a table and once they had sat down she started telling him about her life with the Colonel. Harry suggested that she tell him about the Colonel in the privacy of the walk home rather than telling the whole pub. "You mentioned that you worked as a secretary from the time you left school until you were in your early 30s. What sort of work were you doing?" "I was good at maths when I was at school and I got a job in an Accounts Department of the Civil Service. I moved from there to work as secretary to the chief of an accountants' partnership. It was very good money." Harry asked her if she knew that he was an accountant working for himself. She knew but she did not think it was any of her business. "I should like your unbiased advice. I work alone and I am quite successful but I cannot cope with any more clients. Where do I go from here?" The conversation went on through lunch and for half the walk home. Harry was unexpectedly impressed with her – she had begun the walk being grumpy and wholly negative but as they walked home she became very professional in her approach and in her understanding. Before they got home Harry had decided to ask Mofflin to be his secretary. He was not going to rush in to the decision – it was always wise to talk it over with Virginia. In this case it was especially wise because he could make love to his mother and clear his head of lust for Mofflin. He told Virginia she could keep her night dress on and he caressed and kissed her sex until she had one of her deep orgasms. He then had her kneel astride him and take his cock in her mouth. He liked having her this way, she had a sweet little arsehole and she was still embarrassed to have her son feel up it or even stroke it. When she had received her mouthful she lay beside him and received his cock in her sex – they lay still and enjoyed the feeling of him inside her. He told her about his walk with Mofflin and she agreed that if she was up to the job it would give her more confidence. She asked if he intended to use her body and he replied that he would not force her but she could be persuaded. "I intend to take her over to the office at my house so I shall be able to use her during the day and in the evenings I'll enjoy you or Dorothy in my bed." They began to move and enjoy the cock inside her, they came together and she sucked his cock clean before they drifted off to sleep. *** The next morning he asked Mofflin if she would become his secretary. He suggested a two month trial with a salary at the going rate. She became more interested when he said that his office was at his own home a couple of miles away. They agreed to go and have a look. Martha was impressed – well decorated, all the latest domestic and office equipment and a view over the valley. She was also suspicious and he admitted that he would love to enjoy her in his own house away from his mother and gran but he promised that he would not put pressure on her. Also, she would remain Mofflin back at Mother's house but she would be Martha in his office. *** As Martha's second month drew to an end, Harry asked Dorothy to come and assess her work with him. She was clearly a competent secretary and she kept her eyes open for new business. The advantage that Harry saw immediately was that she could go and talk to potential clients herself and she knew enough about accounting to impress them. She also seemed to have a flair for spotting the good businesses people. And she kept the office and those parts of Harry's house open to business visitors very well cleaned and tidy. The next day Martha was presented with a couple of very serious looking people who very sombrely told her she was doing an excellent job for Harry and would she accept a pay rise of £5 000? To Harry's surprise she burst into tears and hugged them both. As they left, Martha said to Harry that she had a lot to think about and she would write him a letter tomorrow. Martha's letter Dear Master, Owner, Lover and Friend When I came to live with you I was seriously considering suicide. I am sure Dorothy and Virginia saw the signs and they were concerned about me but they did not keep offering me a hanky and a shoulder to cry on. They kept everything as normal as possible and I could join in as I wanted. That was so reassuring and ordinary. Then we went for a walk, you and I. You cared about me enough to set me talking and you listened to me. You let me know that you would have loved using my body but you also let me know that you would wait until I was ready. You gave me the power of being able to choose whose slave I was. That had not happened to me for years – as you know, I was given to men who had given their women to the Colonel. I so regret that I did not recognise how caring a lover you were when I was sent to you for two days exchange with Dorothy. You have saved my life, you have given me a job I enjoy doing and even more, I am doing it for you. You are 23 and I am 55. I cannot not even hope that I will be mother of your children but I can only offer myself to you and hope that you will not spurn me. I love you and I will always love you and I will serve you with my love, my thoughts and my body. Martha *** Clearly Martha had set the day aside. He had no appointments and nor had she. He read her letter and sat musing on it while she made the coffee. "Thank you for your letter, my lover and my friend. On Monday morning you will be tied to your desk and beaten for the words 'Master' and 'Owner' in your letter. Five lashes for each word. I usually like to keep beating my women separate from punishing them but in your case I fear you will regularly incite me to enjoy beating you." "Of course I would never reject you. We will spend today concentrating on your body and our mutual affection – in other words we shall both enjoy me inflicting pain, tears and humiliation on you. I will enjoy your three holes and this evening I will take Virginia to my bed. Intend to whip you and use you mainly in this room so that even when I am not here you will be reminded of your first day as my lover. But first I want to explore your body. Come and sit in this chair." He drew up a chair so that she was seated facing him, knees to knees. "I am going to get you a drink. It will be two pints and if you spill any you will get a third pint. Do you understand? She nodded and asked for plain water. "I must confess something to you before we go any further." He looked quizzically at her. "I don't have any teeth. I have false teeth but none of my own. I had a nasty gum infection twenty years ago and I lost some of my teeth. The Colonel said I looked awful and he asked the dentist to take the rest out." "Show me what you look like without your teeth...... Yes, I think you look better with your teeth in. But I can imagine how it will feel when I fuck your mouth and I am already loving it. My cock sliding between your gums – exquisite. Put your teeth back in and let's concentrate on your breasts." He told her to put her arms behind her back and keep them there as though they were tied in position. He felt her breasts gently at first then gradually he became rougher, it was not painful but she was anxious about what would come next. She was aware that her cunt was beginning to dampen. He slowly undid her blouse and continued stimulate her breasts through her bra. He took a pair of scissors from his desk drawer and cut her bra between her breasts. He cut her shoulder straps and removed her bra. "You must get some bras that undo from the front. Fortunately we are not in a hurry today." Martha was more afraid her breasts which were moderately large and rather attractive when supported by a bra were now drooping with her nipples pointing down. But Harry was not concerned, he just continued manipulating them, squeezing and hurting her. He began to concentrate on her nipples and he hurt enough to make her whimper; which he seemed to enjoy. "Has anyone used nipple clamps on you?" She had to admit that some people had clamped her. "The nice light ones or those really painful Japanese ones?" The painful ones she confessed; she did not mention the number of times she had had her nipples clamped. She was very conscious that she did not want to appear more experienced than him, she was 55 and he was only about 23 but equally, she could not appear too innocent. He knew how she had been treated in the past. "I have some nice clamps, painful clamps, I will use on you and also some plastic clips that have quite a painful grip. And an American friend sent me some ordinary clothes pegs made of metal with pretty strong springs. "Open your legs." He ran his hand quickly up her leg, stroked the bare bit of thigh at the top of her stockings, then in through the leg of her knickers. Her labia were open and well lubricated. "I am so pleased you are enjoying it. I shall also be pleased on Monday morning when I give you ten for wearing knickers with your skirt." He then made her stand up in front of him. He removed her blouse leaving her naked to the waist. Her arms were still behind her back. He got up and gently felt her breasts then he kissed her breasts and then her mouth. A long wet kiss, his tongue in her mouth and then her tongue in his. They shared their saliva and she could not remember feeling more loved. "I want you to walk up and down the room. Put your hands behind your neck and stick your breasts out, be proud." At one end of her walk the wall was almost all glass with a sliding glass door. Had there been anyone in the garden they would have seen an elderly woman half-dressed in a tight skirt that emphasised her slim round bottom and her shapely legs. The high heels she had chosen to wear enhanced her natural elegance. She was also aware that since arriving at the office she had drunk a cup coffee and two pints of water. Her lover watched her walking up and down. She was not young but she moved with grace and she was aware that this was the easy bit. She knew she was going to be beaten (but not how much) and she was preparing herself for it. She may not have appreciated that she would also be longing to release the urine which was now no longer uncomfortable but actually painful. He indicated that she should stand in front of him. Through her skirt he stroked her thighs and her lovely little bottom. Her belly was a nice curve he could run his hand over and have her wondering if he was going down as far as her clitoris. Eventually he did go that far and stroked it. Even his gentlest action had her writhing with the need to relieve herself. He felt between her legs and discovered her cunt almost running with her juices. He put two fingers inside which caused her to groan with the desire to be felt even more firmly. He put his other hand into her knickers and worked on her clitoris. She trembled and shook and shrieked with delight and the pain of orgasming and at the same time holding back her piss. To her relief he led her to the bathroom and told her to take off her shoes and her skirt. She stood there trembling with the need to unload her piss with just her stocking and knickers on. She was just going to take down her knickers when he ordered her to step into the shower and put her hands back behind her neck. "Turn and face me. I love watching women pee. You may now release it." She hesitated because she still had her panties on and she had to go against a lifetime of knowing that the feel of panties set alarms ringing in the muscles that keep the bladder closed. She forced herself to relax and her warm urine ran down her legs. He gave her a blue sponge to wash herself. "Remember yours is the blue one. Come into my bedroom when you are clean. I am going to explore your bottom." He told her to get on the bed, lie on her back and pull her legs up on to her chest. She waited but he just looked at her anus. Then he stroked her bottom and told her that her tight little puckered hole was very attractive. He was sorry he had not noticed it and enjoyed it when it was open to him on their previous intimate sessions. He put a blob of cream on her 'lovely little orifice' and inserted two fingers into her. She felt comfortable with his long exploration of her gut and suggested that if he put his thumb into her cunt she would quickly have an orgasm. He thought that was a good idea and continued feeling her until she had her second orgasm of the day.