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Legally Binding

By: FINC



Bartholomew Thorne had died peacefully two weeks ago. The industrialist, famous county wide for his timber business had been 85. Much revered and respected he had an extended family but only one son, who buy the will of God was at present in the best sanatorium money could buy. It was the day of the will reading and the group of interested parties sat a little shocked in the office of W Grimbald; the deceased long serving friend and lawyer. Grimbald a man in his 70s himself looked up over his glasses.

"There is no mistake. I'm afraid these were his last instructions. All possessions and monies apart from his real estate to be donated to his son's asylum." 

The group held their breath. The family estate a baroque mansion and sculpted gardens paid for in the boom years of the twenties had graced the cover of many a style magazine. It was worth millions in today's prices. After a pause he continued.

"Mr Thorne's estate is to be retained so that one day if his son is cured, he will have somewhere to return to." 

As nieces and distant cousins sighed and shrugged their shoulders one family member's eyes lit up. Sat at the front in an inappropriate blue plunge neck dress was Michelle, the sexy wife of Bartholomew's only son.

Michelle took a deep breath her chest rising in front of the old spectacled man. The man ignored the distraction, clearing his throat then continuing.

"There are a few private matters between myself and my client's daughter. Therefore if you may all excuse us now, thank you so much."

As the party left there were a few bitter glances and shaking of heads. Michelle had married into the family five years ago. She had been twenty five, twenty years the sons junior. At that time he had already begun to show symptoms of delusion, however the family firmly believed she had driven him over the edge. Accusations of affairs and deceit abounded, but he had been committed to the asylum long before any divorce proceedings could take place.

Once the door finally closed shut Grimbald looked up at Michelle. She was stunning. A natural blonde with sculpted shoulder length hair she had many features to admire. A high cheek boned face with long lashed eyes. Pouting lips colored a light aqua marine blue to match her dress. She was curvaceous her large hipped ass hiding the small seat she sat on, her long legs crossed. But Michelle knew her best asset was her firm, silicone breast; 38 inch possibly more. They nestled in her v neck fabric pinned by an expensive and sturdy lace bra.

She opened her mouth to speak, but looked a little surprised when Grimbald raised his hand.

"Wait Mrs Thorne, I've something to show you."

The old lawyer opened a drawer removing a paper bag with video cassettes in. Michelle sat a little nervous, was she about to see the fruits of some private eye paid to spy on her?

The video recording began. It was Bartholomew, her dead father staring at her.

"Hello my dear," he began not showing any emotion. "The will and testament has probably been a shock to most people but not you. I'm sure you've been advised that you could make a claim in relation to my son and his responsibilities to his wife." 

He said wife with a sarcastic twist looking straight out from the screen.

"Even now you could appeal my wishes, but take my word it would be a long hard fight."

He coughed, and then continued. "So I've decided to cut you a deal you little witch. My property is to be signed over to you providing you meet my demands. The paperwork is in front of you; it's all legal and above board." He grunted in a little pain. "Let's make it clear I've never liked you and all that money I spent on having you followed and never proved anything. But I know you very well, believe me."

The lawyer sat impassively. Michelle a little agitated but fully in control of her expression. She gave a mock look of surprise her lips sensually parting ever so slightly in a silent gasp. She thought back. "No wonder your little spy never told you anything." 

The investigator hired by him had made a catastrophic blunder early on and she had caught and confronted him. It turned out to be his lucky day. Michelle continued her clandestine meetings and once a month she let the PI fuck her brains out in a seedy motel somewhere. He'd been a fat old bastard somewhat like her crazy husband, but every month he got a pay-cheque and the attentions of the curvaceous Michelle; and she got foil her fathers little games. She shifted on her seat a little uncomfortable remembering the PI's obsession for spunking on her shins and feet.

"Pity his heart gave way," her thoughts quipped; remembering how she'd left him stone dead in that motel room just a few months past.

The video continued breaking her dirty memories.

"So here it is. My friend and confidant Mr Grimwald will require you to follow my instruction to the letter. By tomorrow morning if you have, my estate will be yours."

Grimbald pushed the contract in front of her beautiful blue eyes. The video rapped up his message. "Take a good look and make a decision. Act like the whore I know you are or fuck off and find the best legal team you think you can afford." The screen went dead as Michelle glanced at the contract.

"Accept to perform lewd acts on demand. Permission granted to executor, waver of right to prosecute or in any way imply sexual assault?" 

As she read aloud the list seemed endless.

"W Grimbald as executor of contract!" 

She finally came to the key part. On completion she would be made legal guardian of her husband's future home. She looked up, the man's glasses misting a little with perspiration. She dropped her hand to her side in disbelief at what she'd read.

"But this is... it's disgusting. Obscene, no I..." The Lawyer remained impassive collecting his things into a neat pile.

"Very well Miss I expected as much, therefore all estate assets are now frozen until appeal. I expect it to take years regarding the argument will surround your husbands mental state."

"Wait!" 

Michelle blurted out slightly louder than she wanted to. She collected her composure embarrassed but determined to keep a level head. There was a long pause and then she continued her blue eyes burning into the wizened old man.

"Very well, where do I sign?"

Once the ink had dried the lawyer searched for the next tape marked no 2.

And once again she saw her fathers face.

"As I expected you dirty bitch. I have to admit I'm a little envious of my friend here. There's no doubt what my son saw in you." Michelle looked sheepish eyed at the lawyer. The deceased man continued. "Grimbald has the details of when and where. But first a little show of faith from you. I suppose your wearing some tight sluttish number. Well this is what I want you to do..."

The tape finally went dead. Michelle was blushing from the instructions, her knees tight together. "She couldn't, not here in the office surely not?" Grimbald had locked the door and sat down.

"Well?"

She looked over her shoulder then nervously began to pull down her dress straps. The dress fell away from her bust collecting in her lap. She was pale but perfect skinned her hot melons rising and falling in the black lace bra. The video had been quite clear. 

"Release your big tits from that rag you call a dress and cup them together. Push them real tight together make sure your fucking nipple nuts point straight out, and lean forward towards the desk. Grimwald will explain the rest"

The room was getting hot as Michelle slowly undid her bra. Her chest sprang forward as the cups fell away the silicone domes indeed pointing out at slight angles towards the far corners of the room. Her nailed long fingers cupped herself beneath the bulges, squeezing them together pushing forward obediently. She was a little nervous. She'd always been in control, now this was a new experience. As she saw the awe struck face of Grimwald she decided she still had the edge.

He opened a letter marked tape one and read it out.

"Suck on her nipples. Use your teeth to nip and pull. Grope her flesh feel the weight of each dome in your hand." The lawyer looked up at her wide eyed face. "Lick the skin, they must shine with spittle. Each nipple must be erect and of satisfactory arousal before you finish. Then..." He paused closing the letter," hmm well I think we are clear so far."

He stood and leaned over the table his hands replacing Michelle's on the sides of her tits cupping them tightly. Michelle gripped the edge of the desk pushing her shoulders and chest forward.

"Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

His grip was a strong deliberate grope, rotating the domes twisting her flawless skin. 

"Ummmmmmmmm!" 

She grunted nails biting the desk her eyes looking straight at the slightly embarrassed man. Her own face was blushing the old mans tongue rough and sweaty on her tits. First he spat then rubbed her skin, her nipples turning a darker pink with the damp. There was a knock at the door, Michelle trying to pull back embarrassed. He ignored it his bespectacled face lapping at the fat nipples. He bit each twisting them like huge door knobs, sucking hard, long slurping noises of satisfied tasting echoing around the room. The person knocking gave up.

Michelle looked down at her squeezed puppies, Grimwald pushing the nipples close together to get both almost in his mouth at the same time. "Ugggggg!" She bit her painted lip, her back arching at the tugging. "Uggh ahh that's a bit ugghhh!" The lawyer paused. 

"The instructions were quite specific." He gripped a fat nipple with his lips and teeth tugging it out, stretching it an inch or so, Michelle moaning. "Oohhhhhhhhh ugh!" The nipple sprang back the flesh hardening. He repeated the action with the other sucking longer, Michelle having to almost tug the tit from his mouth before he pulled her dial size teat from her breast. "Awwwwwww fuck that hurt!"

The lawyer was finally satisfied with his work. Michelle's breasts had hardened even more the nipples aroused their rims fat and darkened. Her flesh was wet with his spit and growing perspiration, the afternoon light glistening on the prize assets.

He opened the letter again. "Are you sure you wish to continue?" He asked. She glared back frustrated by his games. "Do you think I'd let an old bastard like you do this for nothing, get on with it!" He sighed as if he had no choice in the matter. "Very well, I will finish the letter. As I was saying, should be of satisfactory arousal before you finish. Then bind her nipples together with the wire supplied. Tie them tightly so they bulge pull the wire so the nipples almost touch forcing a very deep hot cleavage." 

He produced the wire moving quickly to her side. She lifted her hand to stop him but he slapped it down. "No games, you must obey or you will not honor the contract."

The wire wound round one nipple and he pulled it tight. "Awwwwwwww fuck, oh, oh uggggggggggg!" She raised her hand to the swollen point as his hands twisted the wire around her other erect end. "Aggggggg shiiiitttttttt!" With both wound up he pulled the thread and the boson closed the nipples burning as the moved closer and closer together.

"Awwwwwwwwnooo no more, enough! Awwwwww!"

They were two inches apart her melons squeeze together to form a deep dark crevice. She groaned and wriggled on the chair. She tried to lean further back but that only stretched her chest making her wince.

"Ohhhhhhh God get on with it please!"

The lawyer stood back as Michelle s fingers touched the steel thread securely clasping her hard nuts. "That is the first task completed well done." She tried to unravel the cord but it was rigid. "Leave your tits entwined and put your dress back on." He ordered. He looked at the bulging nipples and added. "I'd leave your bra here; it'll be more comfortable for you." Michelle suddenly realized he wasn't going to remove her binds. 

"Here?" She coughed in horror. She continued to pull at the cord but it was to tightly knotted.

"It'll need some clippers to remove, there's a pair waiting at the Mansion." Grimbald said as he wiped his steamed up glasses.

She groaned in embarrassment and discomfort. "You fuck, I... I'll." He picked up the contract and put it into his wall safe. "Yes it would be embarrassing if you screamed or tried to say I forced you. But you signed the waver. I'd never practice as a lawyer again, but I'm an old man. The document would exonerate but disgrace me. You on the other hand would forfeit your inheritance. Please call out it will make my dead friend very happy. It would be all the papers; you know the public love a scandal."

She bit her lip in pain easing the dress back over her melons. Slowly and gingerly she stood the clamped tits rising like in a crazy wonder bra. "Ooohhhhhhhhh!"

He finished the instructions on the first letter. "Pull the nipples together so they form a very hot cleavage. Make her redress, don't remove the clamps. She must be in discomfort her heavy sacks tugging down as she stands the nipples burning with the steel grip." He admired her as she stood awkwardly her hands not daring to touch her own sore tips.

"Now Michelle we'll take the tapes and letters and drive up to the old house."

Michelle sat rigid in the old German car as it bumped along the uneven hillside road. The car had no air con and Michelle s body was soaking wet, stuck to her blue dress, the humidity over ninety percent. She bit her lip at each gravel bump her nipples aching from the wire bind almost numb by now. Grimbald wiped his brow, his rimmed glasses glinting in the bright afternoon light. He looked over from time to time his eyes tracing down to her slowly rising and falling bosom. He could see the squeezed nipples pressing against the blue material Michelle's painted face taut as she tried to control the discomfort. He'd met the young woman on many occasions. She was always so confident, oozing charisma and attitude. He felt his body stirring thinking of the embarrassment she was enduring today.

She didn't look back at him, instead watched the imposing structure that was the Thorne's family home get closer and closer. As they past through the wrought iron gates the huge columned building towered above them. The car pulled up to the wide stepped entrance Grimwald getting out first to open Michelle's door. Mrs Thorne eased her long legs out standing with a little difficulty. Her tits were now definitely numb and she was thankful they had finally arrived.

Immediately, Spence the families mid aged butler had appeared at the door standing to attention. He didn't make any comment just nodded as Grimwald told him he needed some pliers, adding, "nice to see you Mrs Thorne," as he hurried inside.

In the hall he returned with the pliers in hand. Michelle snatched them from him suddenly feeling less intimidated. "I'll take those." She said walking to the curved staircase. "I'll do this myself!" Grimwald didn't answer as Spence unfazed called up to her."I've prepared your normal room madam. Diner will be in an hour."

Michelle didn't reply as she marched down the corridor to her sumptuous guest bedroom. Once in the exquisitely draped room she began to carefully unravel her nipples from the steel cord. She yelped and cussed until finally her bust sprang back straight, her ends swollen and tender. She looked around the room. She hadn't been here for over a year; Bartholomew banning her soon after his son, her husband had gone completely ga-ga.

She looked in the wardrobe. There were still a few dresses she had never had chance to collect hanging up. She smiled. Grimwald had looked unsure in the car. Maybe if she'd have cried a little he'd probably have given up. She'd seen how he'd looked at her; he was a man wasn't he? And she knew how to handle men. All she had to do were play the dead fuckers silly games and Grimwald would give her everything she wanted. "Maybe she should have just blown him in the car? Ah well too late now." She mused to herself.

Just after five Michelle descended the staircase like a movie star at a premiere. She had a long split silver dress with matching silver heels. Her hair was tied up in a bun, individual ringlets hanging down to frame her face. She'd chosen a seductive pink lipstick her pale face giving her an angelic innocent look. Her bust was feeling a lot better her nipples relieved by continuously applying ice cubes for nearly all the last hour.

Grimwald stood up from the long dinning table to greet his beautiful guest. She sat, Spence pouring some wine before serving their food. The old lawyer was tapping his fingers nervously, Michelle smiling at him. They ate almost in silence Michelle watching him closely. He was out of his depth she was almost certain. As their food was cleared and they were left alone she decided to apply a little more pressure.

"I'm sure this is very unusual for you. Abusing women! Women who have no other choice." She said in a matter of fact way, her blue eyes looking straight into his. Grimwald saw the sarcasm in her voice, but controlled his reply.

"Indeed it is Miss. Shall we proceed?"

At that point Spence reappeared and announce the person entering the room behind him.

"Miss Claudia is here sir."

"Miss Claudia?" Michelle's eyes widened in surprise. "Who?" 

She turned towards the heel clipping noise. Across the room a tall olive skinned figure approached. She had long dark hair and a slim athletic figure. Her brown dress was tight and elegant accentuating two admirably firm tits. Michelle gave her the once up and down. She was probably in her late thirties with too much makeup and swayed her hips almost theatrically.

Grimwald gave the new guest a kiss on the hand offering her a seat between him and Michelle.

"May I introduce Claudia. This is your late fathers close friend."

The woman said hello with a South American accent, her eyes like dark pools.

Michelle instantly thought of claims on her money, and she couldn't help blurting out what she felt. "Close friend, yeah I bet she was. No Brazilian whore going to get her claws into what's rightfully mine." The woman just smiled serenely.

Near by was a TV that had earlier been wheeled into the ornate dinning room; looking out of place among all the baroque furniture. The set suddenly came to life the second video from the deceased beginning to play.

"So you're going through with the deal." 

It was the face of Bartholomew again." Good. I've seen you dine here many times flashing you're eyelids cooing to my friend and generally slutting around. So I'd like you to live the fantasy you regularly created." He paused." I see you've now met the other guest. Claudia was a loving friend and confident of mine in my last year. So don't waste you're time playing miss innocent with her, she knows all about you in gory detail." The older woman smiled knowingly.

"Oh and just in case you're thinking about your deal. Claudia's has already been amply taken care of. She's here tonight as a favour to me, nothing else." He blew a kiss in recognition to the brunette sat near by. Then the video when black.

Grimwald produced the second envelope taking out the letter. He scanned it once then read it aloud. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Spence approaching carrying a sliver platter tray. Her eyes caught sight of what he had on the tray. He'd held it low and resting at the edge was his exposed cock and balls hooked out of his zippered pants.

Michelle heard the words read out by Grimbald.

"While remaining seated, service the butler. Bring his cock to stiffness, paying special attention to his balls and helmet rim. I've given orders for him not to wash it in the last couple of days. So be sure to clean the build up from under his foreskin with you're tongue."


Legally Binding



Bruce wasn't quite sure how he had landed in his current predicament. However, he was quite sure he didn't like it. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Sunny, seventy-five degrees, light breeze. On days like today, he was supposed to be sailing on Lake Michigan with his lovely wife. Instead, he was literally shackled to the enormous antique desk in his basement home office--a cuff around his right ankle was connected to a similar cuff around the leg of his desk by a heavy six foot chain. He was captive. That, of course, was Tamara's intent.

There was a formidable stack of work to be done. Work that he'd put off, admittedly, for far too long. Legal briefs to finish. Cases to prepare. Depositions to review. Phone calls to return. Due to the past two weeks of gorgeous spring weather, coming on the heels of a brutal winter, the "to do" list had gotten rather lengthy.

Tamara, who also served as his business manager, was completely fed up with his procrastination. Being the one who answered the phone, she had to deal with all the irate clients. They'd call at all hours of the day and night. She was feeling the pressure, and now she was making sure Bruce felt it as well.

At first, Bruce was pissed. How dare she? He had considered just watching television all day. Fix her wagon! There was a big screen TV on the other side of the room. However, that plan was quickly dashed when he discovered that Tamara had moved the remote control out of his reach. This was no spontaneous decision! She had apparently thought it through. Bruce's anger slowly morphed into a grudging admiration for his resourceful wife.

Well, nothing to do but buckle down and get busy. Bruce knew that when Tamara got that look in her eyes there was no changing her mind. He'd tried before, and although he believed himself to be extraordinarily persuasive, he'd failed miserably. There were no cracks in her armor! He had no doubt that she really meant it when she said he'd not be freed until the work was finished.

After four solid hours without a break, Bruce realized he was famished. Had he known what was in store, he'd have eaten a heartier breakfast. The coffee and toast were just not tiding him over, and his hunger was making concentration difficult.

As if she'd known just when he'd run out of steam, Tamara appeared with a lunch tray. One wimpy sandwich and a glass of water. Prisoner's rations. She wore shorts and a halter top, hair pulled back in a pony tail. From the grass stains on her knees, Bruce deduced that she'd been working in the garden. Lawyers are good at that deduction stuff, he congratulated himself. Her forehead, cheeks, and shoulders were pink from the sun, and she looked quite fetching. For a moment Bruce forgot his hunger as he admired his wife's curves.

In an instant, she was gone again. Bruce devoured the sandwich and downed the water. It was far from satisfying, but it did take the edge off so that he could once again concentrate on the work at hand. However, before long, he realized he needed a break of a different sort.

Bruce yelled. Waited. Yelled again. Waited. No response. Certainly Tamara wouldn't leave him there to piss in his pants. Would she?

Giving it one more try before he resorted to using the empty water glass, Bruce finally heard Tamara's footsteps on the stairs.

"What is it?" she demanded, sounding less than pleased to be summoned. She had apparently been in the shower, for she was dripping wet and wrapped only in a towel. Another one of those brilliant lawyerly deductions.

"I gotta go."

Evidently, she had not considered this development, for her expression softened somewhat and she paused briefly before responding.

"Oh. Um... okay. I'll get the key, but once you've done your business, it's back to the desk. Promise?"

If anything about their relationship was set in stone, it was that promises were kept. To violate one would be the end of a sacred trust. It was something they'd agreed upon very, very early in their marriage. There was no proverbial crossing of fingers behind one's back in this household. No way, Jose.

"Yeah, I promise."

Tamara quickly fetched the key and knelt to release the cuff from his ankle. Of course, when she did so, Bruce got flashed. It was simply not possible to kneel while wearing only a towel and keep one's "assets" covered.

Instantly at attention, Bruce struggled to maintain his composure. He knew that any attempts at intimacy would be flatly denied. Absolutely no diversions would be permitted. There was no mercy in this court.

What was taking so long? Tamara fumbled with the lock, all the while making no move to adjust her towel. She had to realize the effect her exposure would be having. Was she intentionally teasing him? The jury was still out on that one.

Bruce couldn't see her face, so he couldn't be sure, but he didn't think she'd do that to him given that she knew how badly he needed to pee. However, until this morning, he'd have sworn she'd never chain him to his desk either. Oh, she'd threatened to do it many times, but that was just teasing. Or was it? This was a side of Tamara that Bruce had never seen.

After what seemed to be an excruciatingly long time, the cuff finally fell free, and Bruce hurriedly ducked into the lavatory. Not only did he really, really have to go, but he was also determined not to give Tamara the satisfaction of seeing the effect she'd had on him.

Now, however, Bruce was having trouble calming down enough to pee. Damn it! She'd know why it was taking him so long. She might even be thinking that he was "relieving himself" in another way.

"Are you okay, darling?" came a decidedly wicked voice from the other side of the door. At that point, Bruce deduced that Tamara had indeed "briefed" him—and had done it exceedingly well.

Bruce tried to think the most unstimulating thoughts: income taxes, oozing sores, flat tires, and Supreme Court justices. Gradually, his gallant soldier retreated, and he was able to empty his bladder.

Without looking directly at Tamara, Bruce stoically planted himself at the desk and extended his leg to be re-cuffed. Once again, Tamara knelt. Once again, she took her sweet time. Once again, the sleeper was awakened. Damn her! He didn't recall it taking her nearly as long the first time. Of course, the first time she was not wearing only a towel either. Be it ever so humble, that piece of white cotton was causing a time warp.

"Back to work!" she ordered as she rose and sauntered out of the room, paying absolutely no attention to his growing predicament.

After contemplating rotting fish, Newt Gingrich, and road kill for the next several minutes, Bruce was once again able to focus on the work in need of completion. He put in a solid two hours before Tamara reappeared. Going over his accomplishments, she seemed rather impressed at the amount of work he'd completed, although she tried not to show it.

"I'm going out for a while," she announced. "Do you need anything before I leave?"

Yeah, Bruce thought, I need you kneeling in that towel again--a "cross examination," if you will. He nearly said it aloud. It was on the tip of his tongue. However, from the look on Tamara's face, he deduced that would be the wrong thing to say.

Instead, he turned back to his work before his mouth landed him in trouble. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tamara leaving the room. He willed himself not to look. He really, really tried not to watch—okay, ogle—her backside. His will failed him, however, and Bruce's gaze was undeniably resting squarely on Tamara's "closing arguments" when she suddenly turned around.

Bruce quickly looked away, but he knew that Tamara had seen. She always knew when he was watching. Always.

After a short while, Bruce plunged back into his work. The next time he looked up, nearly four more hours had passed, and the work was complete. Bruce was exhausted, but exhilarated. And, as if she had somehow known, Bruce heard Tamara's car pulling into the garage.

Waiting impatiently, Bruce listened as she entered the house, put away some groceries, started a load of laundry, emptied the trash, and took another shower.

Finally, he heard her footfalls on the stairs.

"I'm finished," he proudly announced even before she came into view, a big grin on his face.

She turned the corner, carrying a large shopping bag, wearing nothing but a smile, and said, "Oh, no you're not!"





Legally Binding



As I explained in my first story (My first submissive), I'm fortunate to have a high paying job at a large well known firm. While my employer is equal opportunity and all of that, even the most open minded employer wouldn't react well if they learned they had an amateur dominatrix on their senior staff. Accordingly, before going much farther with my little hobby, I decided I needed to take steps to protect myself. I needed something resembling a slave contract.

Normally when there are references to slave contracts it's a one sided document which specifies all of the things that the 'slave' must do and stipulates a litany of possible punishments resulting from failure. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

The contract I needed would have some features of that, but was designed more like a commercial services contract between two consenting parties. That is to say, as 'mistress' the document explains my requirements and what I expect to receive from the contractee and also specifies what I will and won't provide to the 'subject.' 

For example I've stipulated that I won't inflict other than incidental pain, I won't allow intercourse and have specified that sexual release will be at my option subject to specified circumstances. The other side of the contract specifies what my subject will do and not do. They will be respectful, discrete and substance free (among many other things). 

Since discretion is of the utmost importance to me, the contract also specifies very real penalties that will occur if the contract is broken. These aren't sexual penalties such as spankings or orgasm denials -- they are real world and expensive. This document isn't a game. 

While the contract was generally written in my favor, it unquestionably provided both parties with protections against misuse. I'm not out to cheat or harm others and wish to avoid the same -- this document helps enforce that.

Not very glamorous, I know. But let's face it, I enjoy control. I'm not particularly into bondage, but a binding legal document provides me a certain type of control that dovetails nicely with the emotional and psychological domination that I enjoy.

As it happens I have a very dear friend; we'll call him Jeremy, who happens to be an excellent and very accomplished lawyer. I knew he'd be the perfect person to put together my little agreement.

If Jeremy wasn't a lawyer, he could probably have made it as a male fashion model. He is boyishly handsome, a very sharp dresser, extremely intelligent and quite wealthy both from his own earnings and family money. Unfortunately for the ladies, while he meets the definition of being bisexual, he identifies primarily as gay.

A number of years ago we dated for awhile and I can say he's also a thoughtful and gentle lover. Back then he was just discovering a fondness for men and part of the reason we parted was his uncertainty about his sexuality. Though our relationship failed as a couple, it thrived as friends. We've both gained a confidante and have been keepers of each others secrets ever since (he's only 'out' to a few people he trusts).

One night I met Jeremy for drinks at a quiet place we both enjoy. I explained about the development of my little 'hobby' and what I thought I needed before moving forward with in person scenes with my subjects. He was quite intrigued.

"I can't say I'm entirely surprised. You always liked to take charge when we were together and I've never met anyone better than you at getting her way and playing mental games."

"I'll take that as a compliment I suppose. So you'll do it then?"

"Yes, my dear "Mistress", of course I'll do it for you," he said with a laugh. "It's frankly an interesting legal challenge, and one I'm quite keen to try. Its no small feat to design a contract that falls somewhere on the spectrum between being a slave contract and a personal services contract but still manages to be a binding contract between consenting parties."

"I don't expect you to do it for free. I know this will take some time."

"Please. I'm not going to charge you if that's what you're thinking. As I said, I like the challenge. But if you like my work, I'll insist on you buying me a fantastic dinner and maybe .....I don't know...."

"And what? You were going to ask for something else. What is it? You know I'll do it."

"....I shouldn't, but....well...I want you to, you know, do a session with me."

"Jeremy! Really? I didn't know you'd be into that. Besides, I thought you were done with women? Have I turned you?"

"Let's call it - once more for old times sake. I had some fantasies like this back when we dated and before, but I was so mixed up then and I didn't think you were like that, so I never brought it up. Let's let this be a chance to play 'what if' and then no matter what, we'll both go on as though it never happened. Agreed?"

"I can think of nothing better. Agreed with enthusiasm." With a laugh we shook hands on it as though it was a pact to end war in our time. We returned to our drinks and shared a relaxing evening with promises to get back together soon.

It was almost a month later when he called to say he had finished my little assignment. I reviewed it and then we talked about it one evening over dessert. 

"It's perfect Jeremy, and now there's the little matter of payment. Do you still want the terms we talked about before?"

"Yes" and then weakly, "Ma'am."

A few days later I called him and specified the time and place of our meeting. It was one of the city's finest restaurants and I had pulled some strings to reserve one of the very best tables.

"I've arranged a driver to pick you up at your place at 7. We'll have drinks and then we're to be seated at 8:30. I'll take you back to your place afterwards. I want you to wear that plaid blazer I always liked with a dark turtleneck and slacks ok? No suit and tie."

"You're the boss. I'll follow your lead."

"You're darn right you will. Get ready for a very special evening my friend."

It had been awhile since we had dated, but I figured a lot of his turn-ons would still be the same and I figured to play on several of them. Having a car pick him up, specifying his outfit and driving him home was all designed to restrict his control. To further set the scene for what I had in mind I chose my outfit very deliberately. 

I wore a dark charcoal grey business suit that, apart from the buttons being on the wrong side, could have come from any men's store in town. The pants were pleated and cuffed and I bought a red pocket square for the jacket. I also wore a French blue button front blouse that was again, a match a men's work shirt save for the buttons. 

Though the exterior said "male," underneath was all female. I wore black satin panties, garter and sheer black stockings with my 4" black pumps. To de-emphasize my breasts I wore a strapless bra that I cinched a little tight. I pulled my hair back to a tight bun and did my face with a bright red lipstick and deep smoky eyes. 

The intensely feminine face actually served to highlight the contrasting androgyny of the outfit. It was a very erotic look that was right on point with Jeremy's own sexual androgyny.

With a generous tip I had arranged for Jeremy to be seated in a cozy booth well away from the bar. I purposely arrived a little late as I wanted to watch his expression when I entered. The jaw drop was a bit wider than expected and his fumbled greeting was one of the few times I had known him to be at a loss for words.

After our drink order and a little small talk, I started right in with the teasing. Reaching across to pat his leg I said, "So it looks like you approve of my outfit. Are you ready for a memorable night."

"Yes Ma'am" he replied with a grin.

In a very serious voice I said, "Just to be clear, I'm in charge tonight and even though we've been friends for ages, you'll get the same treatment as any recipient of that contract you worked so hard on. Nod your head if you understand me."

I didn't exactly scare him, but he caught my tone and meeting my eye, he nodded.

In response, I removed a small gift wrapped package from my purse and slid it over to him. "Good. To get you into the right mind frame, take this package to the men's room, find a stall and follow the instructions."

With another small nod, he left to do as he was told. The package contained a training bra, a pair of bikini brief panties and a length of pink ribbon. His instructions were to put on the bra and panties and tie the ribbon around his cock and balls. He would be required to give me his 'present' when asked. The note also advised him that he was only to refer to me as Ma'am or mistress the rest of the evening.

As he returned to the table his red face showed me he had complied with my instructions. His nervous glances showed me he was worried about the bra showing through his turtleneck shirt. I could tell right off I had knocked him off balance a bit and he was starting to wonder what he had let himself in for.

"Don't worry sweetie, no one knows your secret. It's well hidden by your jacket. Do you want me to open my present here at the table or should I wait for later?"

"I think later will be better Ma'am," he said and took a big sip of his drink. "You don't play around."

In a teasing voice I replied, "Of course not, besides it looks like you've gotten me quite a large present and I'm sure I'll want to squeal and moan when I open it. Maybe you can make sure it doesn't shrink for me over the course of the evening. Anytime I reach over there I want this to be hard ok?"

"Yes Ma'am."

While he was away I had discretely taken a small dildo out of my purse and slid it down the inside of my thigh into the top of my stockings. Taking his hand in mine, I guided him to 'my shaft' and said, "Even though you're my girl tonight, I want you to be just as hard as I am all evening ok?"

For the second time that night I saw my normally polished and composed friend go slack jawed and begin to stutter.

The teasing and role reversal continued over dinner. We were seated side by side and I took plenty of opportunities to tease him physically, mentally and verbally. Dozens of times I slid a hand over and grasped his pantied cock or stroked my fingers up his thighs. 

On several occasions I leaned over and whispered, "I'm going to make you beg me for it tonight" and then bit his earlobe for effect. Another time I licked his neck and said in my flirtiest voice, "You realize you might not get to cum tonight, but I will. Several times."

Outwardly we'd have looked like most any other smitten couple on a Saturday night. Some might have noticed Jeremy blush when I'd ask him how he was enjoying his bra or whether he wanted to borrow a lipstick or any of the other times I either taunted his masculinity or praised his feminine characteristics.

The food was delicious and we lingered over coffee to regain some energy for the evening still ahead. The sexual energy and tension was already quite high. After the waitress dropped our bill I slipped Jeremy a small bag and said, "Go put this on and then meet me out front."

The bag contained very frilly, lacy ankle socks that would no doubt show just a little bit below the hem of his trousers and above the top of his shoes. I purposely took my time settling-up, which forced him to pace nervously around the front of the restaurant hoping no one would notice his feminine footwear.

When I finally emerged I didn't give him a chance to speak, "Follow me to the car my dear, and please try to keep a couple of paces behind me." 

My car was parked a block and a half away and I smiled the whole way there. The whole evening so far and the prospect of what was to come had me aroused and I could feel the moisture seeping into my panties as I walked.

Apart from a little more verbal teasing, the drive to his place was uneventful. Once we got there I ordered him to "head to your bed room, strip down to your girly clothes and stand at the foot of your bed, slightly bent over with your hands on the foot board."

Giving him a minute or two get himself together, I came up behind him and quickly used a couple of old neckties from his closet to tie his hands to the footboard. I then secured a blindfold over his eyes. 

The sight of him standing there in bra, panties and frilly ankle socks tied to the bed and completely vulnerable was delicious and I couldn't resist rubbing myself as I watched him nervously shift in front of me. He had no idea what was next, but had gamely followed my lead so far and that submission was quite arousing.

"Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am and thank you Ma'am are all I want to hear from you understood? Stay there. I'm going to get myself ready."

"Yes Ma'am"

Leaving him I headed for his bathroom where I took off my pants and slipped on a harness and a six inch strap-on cock. I didn't really have any experience with a strap-on, but wasn't sure that would matter for what I had planned. This particular model had a reservoir into which I loaded a vial of theatrical 'cum' that I had made using a recipe I had found on line (a surprisingly easy thing to find).

I put my pants back on and positioned my 'cock' so it stuck out the front zipper. I then went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed in front of him so my cock was right underneath his head. I then propped my head up with a couple of pillows so I could watch the action.

"So my little slut, I can tell you've been thinking about my cock all night. I bet you want to suck it don't you."

"Yes Ma'am"

"Its right in front of you why don't you lean down and get started. I'm sure an experienced cock sucker like you can take the whole thing no problem."

"Yes Ma'am, thank you ma'am."

He leaned forward and tentatively found the top and then gradually slid his mouth over the hard plastic phallus. 

"Wait a minute. A cock sucking slut like you needs some lipstick. Let me help you"

"Ummm Yes Ma'am"

I quickly applied a slash of lipstick to his lips making him look all the more girly.

"Now those are some good cocksucking lips

A few seconds later he began to bob his head up and down a bit so I figured I'd give him some encouragement. As he did this I slipped a hand down my pants to finger my clit and was rubbing my breasts through my shirt.

"Ohhh yes sissy. That feels so good. You're such a good cock sucker. Get into it sweetie. Let me see your pantied ass shake as you go up and down on my pole."

"Ohh more. Take it all sweetie. Show how much you want it. That's a good girl. Take it all into your pretty mouth. Such a sweet innocent girl sucking a big hard cock."

I continued like that for a few more minutes and as my own orgasm approached said, "Yesss, oh yess, right there, ohh yes I'm going to cum sissy. Take it bitch, suck me hard and make me cum."

With that I reached down and squeezed the attachment that made the 'cum' shoot from the reservoir into his mouth. He flinched at first in surprise, but then tried to stay on top of it. After another blast I deliberately pulled it away to shoot another two jets onto his cheek and chin. I came myself as I watched my 'cum' dribble from his mouth.

Removing his blindfold I told him, "Look at you with cum all over your face. What a slutty little girl you are. Don't you know good girls swallow their men? Are you sorry for being such a poor excuse for a sissy?"

"Yes Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am."

"Sorry is right. I should bend you over my knee for a spanking but you'd enjoy it too much. Your little sissy stick looks very hard. I think a good hard fucking is what you need. Do you want that? Do you want to be fucked hard like a pretty little sissy slut?"

"Yes Ma'am please. I'm so hard"

"Quiet. I don't think you've earned the right to fucked by my cock. I bet a sissy like you has a cock she likes to play with don't you? You have your own dildo don't you sissy?"

Sheepishly, "Yes ma'am, I do"

"I'll untie you then. Go get it, lube it up and put in. Then I want you spread eagled in the middle of the bed. Get going. I know how bad you want it."

I untied him and though he couldn't bring himself to look me in the eye, he set about the task I set him. His cock stayed rock hard the entire time and I encouraged him with a few additional comments about how pretty he looked and how slutty he was. I even made him ask permission before letting him stick his dildo into his ass.

"Please Ma'am. Please may I stick a dildo in my ass?"

"Of course you can sweetie. I'm sure I couldn't keep a slutty sissy like you from doing it anyway."

It took him several minutes to work the cock into his ass and I'm sure it was made harder by the fact that his "master" and former girlfriend was watching him impale himself. 

He was red faced the entire time and I'm sure felt more than a little shamed to be giving in to this particular need. While I knew he was bisexual, it was more a conceptual thing before now. This scene was making it very real and we both knew it.

Once he was in position, I straddled him and aimed my 'cock' at his face. "So is my little sissy ready to take big hard cocks in both ends? Kiss my cock and thank me."

"Thank you Ma'am" he said with a kiss to the big fake head.. 

With that he began once again kissing and sucking on my strap-on as I gently fed it in and out of his mouth. I loved the power that I had over him and my clit was buzzing at the way he submitted to my commands. 

I needed another orgasm myself and while I wanted to heighten the tension a little more, I had seen enough cocks to know that his wouldn't last much longer. I let him build up a little energy and then reached back and began firmly stroking his cock inside his panties. 

"You like that don't you sissy. What a slut you are. A cock in both ends and still not satisfied."

"You want to cum don't you baby. You want to gush cum into your panties don't you."

"Nod your head and moan while I stroke you...."

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm....."

"Beg for it now. Take the cock out of your mouth and beg"

"Please Ma'am. Please may I cum."

"Whose sissy are you?"

"I'm your sissy Ma'am, please I'm close."

"You're not a man are you. You're a sissy. My pretty little girl. Tell me what you are."

"I'm your sissy."

"Louder."

"I'M YOUR SISSY.....mmmm please."

"Who is the real man here."

"YOU ARE, You're the real man. I'm a cock-sucking sissy...."

"You may cum"

With that he erupted with a huge groan, shooting several blasts into his panties and onto his legs and chest. I scooped up some of his cum and wiped it onto the head of my 'cock' then ordered him to suck it off while I quickly rubbed myself to another orgasm. 

Rolling off him, we both lay there spent for several minutes before he leaned over and said, "That was incredible, you were incredible. The whole evening was amazing. How did you know I'd be into all that? I wish I had discovered this side of you a long time ago."

"We've been friends for a long time Jeremy, I've always known what you wanted, I just didn't know I had it in me to give you. It was pretty good wasn't it? I still haven't unwrapped my present yet. Are you ready to give it to me now?"

We kissed a little then we cleaned up a bit before I removed the pink bow from his cock and we enjoyed a more conventional fuck session that lasted until the wee hours of the morning (although I was on top of course). 

Over breakfast he asked, "I know it was just supposed to be once more for old times sake, but could I maybe see that side of you again some time?"

"I don't know, you'll have to sign my contract and I have a very good lawyer."

"No worries then, the best lawyers also know all the loopholes."

Although Jeremy remains more gay than straight, he and I have enjoyed a couple of other 'sessions' together and we remain the best of friends with benefits, of a sort. I get benefits whenever I ask for them, he only gets them with my permission. 




Legally Binding



I never did make him sign the contract.



Legally Binding



Michelle gave a grunt of disgust. Grimwald continued. "Claudia will make sure you perform it to my satisfaction." The lawyer finished and sat back in his chair. Claudia had stood up and come to her side; Spence now standing directly next to her his limp cock presented on the tray.

The blonde felt her cheeks turning red again as her hands reached up to squeeze the man's cock. He grunted in delight as she pulled his foreskin down exposing his greasy underside of his cock head. Her nails scraped along his veined flesh within seconds she could grip like a handle, his cock sprouting to erection the butler looking down in awe, silent apart from appreciative grunts. "Mg ug, ug, ugggg!"

His cock was now hard pointing towards her face and she smelt his unwashed flesh her fingers sticky to his foreskin build up. Claudia nodded in approval coaxing Michelle's head onto the tip.

"Yes that's it Miss open up ahhh!"

Michelle's lips enveloped his tip, Claudia gently pushing more of her head onto it. She coughed, her mouth tightening on his skin pushing the flesh back. He tasted disgusting, filthy and hot, his eye hole caressed by her tongue. She began to suck, slowly and steadily. Claudia reminded her to knead his balls and she felt his cock twitch and buck in her throat. He was grunting over and over her high cheek boned mouth trying to draw the life from him.

Claudia gripped her blonde mane pulling her from his dick. "Uggh!"

"Show me how to clean!" She snapped like a dominatrix gripping the foreskin herself tugging it back so Michelle could lick under the rim.

She began to lick the build up her pink lips glistening with spittle. The butler gently rocked forward trying to pump into her mouth. Claudia nodded in agreement pushing Michelle's mouth deep down onto him. She baulked and gagged his cock almost choking her.

"Suck, suck more, more." Claudia was directing like an expert making sure Michelle swallowed as much as possible, angling her mouth so it bulged against her cheeks. Mrs Thorne was coughing and struggling in her seat her own hands pushing against the man's hairy pelvis.

Claudia wasn't satisfied snapping at the butler, "fuck her harder in the mouth! Harder!" He immediately began to thrust gripping her head with his own hands his cock appearing and disappearing from her lips drenched in spittle.

Michelle's mouth was aching her tongue rammed back the head nudging her tonsils. The man had some staying power, her jaw feeling like it would lock.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, oh, ahhh!" he was nearing climax his face red with pleasure, Michelle with perverse relief.

She now had both hands desperately gripping the table cloth trying to steady herself. Her long heeled legs splayed out at angles as she sat giving her more balance. Claudia sensing the butler was about to spirt gripped the man's cock tightly by the base pulling it from the Michelle's mouth. Her other hand gripped Michelle's hair at the bun making her tilt her sculpted nose and wet lips skyward.

"Uuuugggggggghhhhh!" 

The man's spunk hole began erupting Claudia squeezing at the base controlling his ejaculation.

"Ohhhhhh uggggkkkkkkkk!" 

The semen spat up against Michelle's eye socket the second wad filling her nostrils the third smearing her fat luscious lips dribbling onto her chin. "Ugghhhhhh nnnnnnnnn!!!" Spence was finding it unbearable his cock electric the head sore against her slimy pale cheek. The Brazilian woman slapped the bruised cock against Michelle's face smearing the come, the noise of slapping flesh making the scene even more debauched.

Finally she release both; Spence almost collapsing, Michelle coughing and spitting trying to wipe the come from her eye socket flicking big wads of semen onto the table cloth.

"Ugh fuck ugh you bitch cough! Cough!"

Claudia picked up a napkin and spat on it. She knelt to begin wiping the spunk from the woman's face.

"Get the fuck off me!" Michelle hissed grabbing the napkin doing it herself.

Grimbald had remained seated sipping his wine all this time.

"Please don't blame Claudia. After all she is here as a favour. Remember why you are?"

Spence had sheepishly sulked away and Grimbald decided dinner was over.

"We shall now retire to the drawing room. Claudia has a little surprise for you in there." And with that he stood and led the way.

A massive ornate fireplace dominated the living room but thankfully in this sticky summer heat it remained unlit. In front were two expensive settees. The lawyer sat on one asking Michelle to sit on the other facing him. Claudia also sat next to her, in fact a little too close. Michelle tried to shy away but Claudia put her talon hand on the woman's knees moving it up under the slit in her silver dress. Between both settees there was a gold table, on it standing upright a thick neon pink vibrator.

Grimwald had more instruction still to read on his paper.

"Michelle is to strip and allow Claudia to penetrate her with the vibrator. She must obey Claudia to the full. Make sure the bitch comes." He coughed, a little embarrassed by the blunt message.

Claudia began to slowly peel Michelle's dress straps down over her shoulders. She was made to stand and her dress fell down between her heeled ankles. Grimwald gave a silent gasp; dressed in matching white stockings, briefs and bra she was amazing. Her legs seemed to go on forever, calves stretched in the high heels. Her hips were rounded and her washboard tummy enhanced the size and fullness of her perfect tits. With her hair up her long neck gave an impression of having been stretched like she was elastic.

Claudia hands reach round to the tops of the woman's panties, drawing them down. Michelle tentively stepped out of them, her light blonde pussy matching her pale complexion.

The brunette whore eased her back down onto the settee hands spreading her thighs. Michelle gave an embarrassed moan as her legs opened her pussy, slit visible to the watching Grimwald. Claudia began to stroke gently up and down her lips while her other hand reached for the shocking pink vibrator. She picked it up putting it straight in her own mouth then pushing it towards Michelle's. She backed away before opening her lips her own spit smearing on the pointed round tip.

Claudia slowly pressed the tip against Michelle tight hole. The thing was quietly buzzing and she circled her entrance to tease the nerve ending before beginning to enter her.

"Oohh mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Michelle groaned the woman making sure she kept her perfect pins wide and in an exposed position. She groaned again looking at the lawyer.

The vibrator was inside her now and she arched her back.

"Ooohhhh nnnnnn is this what you want Mr Grimwald?" She cooed like a schoolgirl playing the lawyer at his own game. But he remained impassive taking his glasses off to clean them before calmly replying." Very good Michelle, open your legs wider so I can see your lips gripping around the shaft."

The Brazilian woman was indeed an expert, the tip nudging deep against her insides making Michelle grip the furniture fabric and then the probing woman's shoulder.

"Aww shit ohhhhhhh fuck uh, uh, uhhhhhhhh!" Michelle bit her lip putting her hand across her face. "Awwwwww uh, uh, uhhhh oh shiitttttt. Aw. Aw ah, no, no, ooooohhhhhhh!"

"Make her lift her legs!" Grimwald ordered.

Claudia took hold of Michelle's legs one at a time lifting them at the kness, raising them up until her shoes pointed to the ceiling. The blonde wrapped her arms around under her knees pulling her legs to her bust. Now her ass face Grimwald and Claudia re inserted the buzzing tip back into her clenched pussy slit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

Claudia buried the rubber cock almost to the hilt Michelle gasping as the hard rod forced against her bent canal. "Awwwwww Jeez that's sooooo deep!" She couldn't hold this position for long her heels finally returning to the floor legs thighs so wide her pelvis raised up pointing towards Grimwald. The vibrator was working its spell Claudia's expert fingers also pressing onto the woman's hardening clit.

Oh god, oh god I'm, I'm coooooo aaahhhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" She jerked her body forward, her bra covered tits bouncing, her heels stamping on the floor. Around the humming stick her juices seeped from her hole, Claudia twisting the stick like she was trying to dig a tunnel up the young woman.

"Awwwwwwww ukkkkkkk!!" Michelle nails clawed on the woman's leg and she could take no more almost spitting the vibrator from her sodden pussy.

"Jezzzz shit, shit, stop stop ugggggggg!"

Michelle was panting heavily her thighs aching from been stretched so wide so long. Claudia was stripping from her dress revealing she had no bra on. She curled on the settee next to the panting blonde; unfastening Michelle bra straps allowing her large tits to be revealed. The brunette caressed a sore nipple with her nails; then bent down to gently kiss the tip. She lifted Michelle hand placing it on her own solid silicone tits. Michelle finger touched the nipple the breast, feeling remarkably like her own.

Claudia smiled in satisfaction kissing her gently on her pink fat lips. "We're going to fuck now honey." She said sweetly. "It's going to be alright just do what you're told." Michelle drew away from her kiss, her pussy was hot the woman having aroused her fully. But something wasn't right.

Grimwald suddenly spoke making her jump in surprise. "Oh I almost forgot." He said chirpily, "Claudia sweetheart show her what your surprise is."

The tall long haired brunette slipped her legs to the floor and unhooked her panties. As the brief came away a narrow banana shaped cock sprang upright nestling against her wax bikini line. Michelle screamed; her mind confused with heaving tits and pink solid cock. Claudia's hands suddenly gripped her wrists the elegant she male pushing her hips between Michelle thighs.

Grimwald finished the passage on the second note. "Make sure the bitch comes. Then Claudia is to fuck up her hard and mercilessly."

Michelle's face was a picture. She sucked her cheeks in, her lashed eyes wide as if she was about to be stabbed with a horrendous implement. Her thighs were fully apart the shaven bare cock been angled towards her dripping slit. She looked at Grimbald desperately gritting her teeth as Claudia forcefully entered her. "Uggggggg!"

The tall she male gripped Michelle's wrists pushing them over her head her breasts thrusting out, at the same time she began pumping up her. "Ugh, ugh, ugh ugggggg!" Michelle couldn't help but grunt, the hard bent rod rubbing her insides thrusting deeper than the vibrator had.

Claudia pushed her hard tit ends against the woman's mouth telling her to suck. Michelle's lips wet and puffed only wiped across the nipple refusing to obey.

Grimbald watched from his chair. Michelle was been eased down the settee her left leg hooked on the backrest ridge heels and suspenders still on. Claudia was naked also apart from her black high heels. And she too now had both feet off the floor climbing between Michelle's legs, looking weird with the long hair, silicone tits and her blurring hairless cock.

"Awwwwww ugggggh ah, ah, ah." Michelle was writhing laid back on the seat. She gasped as Claudia drilled into her at the same time rubbing their hard tits together. Claudia's face was elegant but now looked some what perverse as she now realized this was a strange man not a beautiful woman. She could hear her pussy slop at the thrusts in and out and for the first time she realized she was no longer in control; her mind amazed. "This had been her fathers special intimate friend? Jesus! She would have never thought..." The blonde groaned as Claudia rubbed her cock end deep inside her, the she male's eyes ablaze with enjoyment.

"Ohhhhh you dirty bitch aggggg hu, hu, hu get on the floor on your hands and knees." Groaned Claudia hair now matted to her sweating face.

Michelle obeyed dropping on all fours in front of Grimbald.

She gave a huge grunt as Claudia mounted her from behind her long nailed fingers gripping into the blonde tight waist. The bare cock rammed up her again the waxed pelvis of the she male smacking against Michelle's firm fleshy butt.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Grimbald looked shocked more than aroused his face frozen as he looked into Michelle's eyes. Suddenly he was snapped out of it. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" A long howl of ecstasy emitted from Claudia as her cock pumped its load into the tight hole.

Michelle felt disgusted, she whined teeth gritted as she felt her insides awash with this weird mans spunk, her waist stinging from his gentle nailed grip. She sighed as the cock fell from her a few seconds later the indignity finally over.

As Claudia dressed and wiped her brow Michelle curled on the floor virtually naked. She was sniffling, her eyes welling up. She'd decided it was time to turn on the tears. Grimbald picked up her dress stuttering a little with nerves.

"M... m... miss. P... please, there no need for that. Please remember you agreed to this."

Michelle felt his attitude softening and took advantage. She looked up at him with her angelic eyes mouth quivering.

"Mr Grimbald please; how much more of this awfulness is there?"

Grimbald gulped he had three tapes and messages left.

"A few more hours." He said sheepishly then cringed as she burst out crying.

"Oh god no! No more please its so embarrassing." Claudia gave a disgusted scoff shaking her head before bidding farewell.

"Thank you Miss Claudia," replied Grimbald kissing her hand, "and good night."

Michelle heard the bitches' heels leave the room before she turned up the heat on the old lawyer.

"There's no need for any more." She sobbed sitting up her firm bust exposed and magnificent. "Bartholomew's dead he wouldn't know would he?"

Grimbald shook his head at her suggestion. She ignored his rejection and continued. But this time with more steel in her voice.

"Listen Grimbald! He's dead you're not." She stood up naked in front of him. "What does the next envelope say?" Grimwald didn't need to open it to answer.

"We have to go down town and you have to fuck some ugly drunk in a bar."

Michelle gave a sarcastic laugh startling the old man.

"Fuck! Is that it? Fuck a guy in a bar! Jesus, how original." She put her hand on her hip looking seductively at him. "I've fucked many men in bars in my time." She said proudly. "No, I don't think we will." She then added.

Grimbald was about to re explained the idea of a legal contract when she interrupted him. She reached for the envelopes in his hand gently tugging them from his grip. She tossed them onto the cold fire place.

"Why don't we just come to an arrangement between ourselves?" He eyes widened as she moved closer to him. "Yes, I am a tramp. Yes I can be a dirty bitch. What does all this prove? What do you think Bartholomew would be doing if he was here? Getting weirdoes and servants to fuck me? Or doing it himself?"

Grimwald gulped. She had him. She started the schoolgirl act again.

"You've been so polite, so nice to me. I know you're only obeying his instructions.

She took her dress from his hands adding,"I'm going to my room now and if you want to see how much of a dirty bitch I can be for my inheritance I suggest you follow in a few minutes."

Grimbald's glasses were misting up in the warm room. She'd already turned to head for the stairs. He fumbled in his pocket for a match. As Michelle reached the top of the stairs she looked back at the glowing fireplace Grimbald knelt at the hearth watching the flames do their work on the discarded envelopes. She smiled knowing she was back in control.

By the time Grimbald entered her room she was already in the bathtub. He moved nervously to the tiled side room. The leggy blonde was soaking herself in a small amount of water, allowing her fantastic glistening body to be admired in all its detail.

She beckoned for him to enter with a seductive curled finger.

She theatrically soaked a long leg then trailed across tummy and tits.

"I've mixed the water with oil." She cooed giving him a wink. "It makes me so slippery and shiny don't you think?"

Grimwald legs nearly buckled.

He knelt next to the bath his hands wanting to touch. She pulled his wrists until he cupped her tits. She looked into his eyes. "Shall we begin?" Michelle turned around in the slippery bath until she was knelt holding onto the rear end of the bath rim, her ass pointing towards him. "Massage my butt." She said waving the plump glistening cheeks at him. His hand began to grope the flesh the oil and water making her skin difficult to hold. "Oh Miss you're lovely." He gasped feeling her ass in his hands. She in turn gave satisfied grunts looking back at him. "Use your fingers," She whispered. He looked confused. "Fingers?" She nodded to her own round rear. "Hmm fingers yes, put them up my ass." Grimbald pressed two nervous fingers against her rim. The oil had trickled between her ass crack lubricating her rear hole, and Michelle gritted her teeth as his digits pressed home. "Nnnnnnnnn!" His two fingers pushed up her to the knuckle. The old man could feel her hot muscles gripping; like he was pushing his finger between two squeezed balloons. He tried to bend them and Michelle gave another grunt her head still looking seductively back over her shoulder. He pressed in more firmly. The flesh yielded a little until his fingers became frustrated they could travel no further. "Oh Michelle do you like that? You feel so tight and hot." The blonde tart didn't answer, instead just gave another sensuous groan.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He slowly withdrew his fingers, her sphincter popping closed again. But only for a second of relief, as he then tried with three fingers.

"Uggggggg, ohhhhhhhhhh Mr Gimbald!" She yelped, gripping the bath rim tighter.

He twisted his fingers around her rim gently widening it.

"Michelle I want to do something I've always fantasized about." He said nervously, still flexing the buried fingers." I've seen you in tight ass hugging dresses so many times. You have such an amazing rear." Michele didn't answer knowing this to be so true.

He began to remove his fingers again, using his other hand to smear above her ass crack with oil from the bath tub, the juice trickling down over her hole.

He pressed back onto her rim, this time Michelle jerking forward giving another little yelp, her nails biting the enamel. He had formed his hand, four finger and thumb into a conical shape, pressing the point hard against her hole. He continued to explain.

"I once saw a film with a woman taking a hand all the way up her ass." He pressed harder Michelle biting her lip in pain.

"I've always wondered what it would take to for someone to let that happen to them. I've always wanted to have my hand inside your fat perfect rear; to be able to feel inside you and see the reaction in your eyes."

Michelle groaned then nodded and gave him a seductive stare.

"I've told you. What ever it takes to make you happy with me. Uggggggg!" Encouraged Grimbald began to push harder.

"A|ggggggggg uhhhhhhh, ugggggggghhhhhhh shit, ah, ohhhhhhhh!"

His hand wouldn't go; the blonde's tight ass had stretched until the fingers were buried just below the knuckle but then she began to scream her body unable to take any more.

"Uggggggggg. Stop, stop Grimbald! Uggggggghhhhh!" It felt like he was ripping her open his hard fingers like daggers in her rear.

He took a deep breath his confidence building. He reached for the bell pulley to summon the butler. Michele was still groaning and bucking when Spence arrived. Grimwald was still gently pressing, unsuccessfully; while his other hand kneaded her ass.

The butler didn't bat an eye lid at the sight. Michelle with greased tits hanging down as she knelt doggie in the tub, the old fuck with his hand half way in her ass.




Legally Binding



"Spence," the lawyer said in frustration. "I need some help here!"

Efficient as ever the butler searched around for a bit that she could take in her mouth. He used a wooden tooth brush handle.

"Here bite on this." He said, pushing it rudely into her mouth. He then placed both his cold hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. "There you are sir, try now."

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Michelle shook, the man pressing painfully hard.

She wriggled and pulled away spitting the bit from her mouth.

"Ugh fuck it won't go ugggggg Jez!" She was angry now this bastard not getting the point. She tried to knell up and gave a shocked yelp as the butler pushed her back down. He gripped under her, his hand holding her tits tightly the other arm pressing onto her shoulder blades. This wasn't sexual, but instead a hard pinning embrace.

Grimwald took his queue, her wobbling fleshy ass bouncing as she tried to break free.

"Agggggggggggggggggg nnnnnnooooooo ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He pressed the oil cone hand into her again. At the point where the resistance had been too great he took a gulp and pressed on. She screamed, making him cringe, but he still pressed on.

The hand felt like it was tearing her apart. But at the last second, her flesh about to split she felt her rim grip over his knuckles.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The sphincter was closing around his wrist, his fist inside her.

"Oooohhhhhh Goddddd!" It felt like she was sitting on a flag pole. Grimbald had done it. His hand was inside her tight rubbery void. He tried to open his fingers but her muscles forced them to remain in the aching cone shape.

She groaned, the sensation of a hand in her ass disgusting yet it had a perverse pleasure." This man had his hand up her beautiful proud ass." She looked up at the ornate ceiling of the master bathroom. "Just one evening," she told herself, "one evening for all this!"

Grimwald began to pump back and forth, an inch or so each thrust.

"Ohhhh God that feels so firm!" Michelle moaned, now back into her game.

The butler was stood back watching in delight the bulge in his trousers evident.

"Ah, ah, ah!" She grunted as Grimbald explored inside her; still not quite believing where his hand was. Her rim was red and taut, her cheeks bulging around his lucky wrist the gel foaming at the point were it passed her rim. He had his hand inside this beautiful arrogant bitch. Each movement made her flinch and buck, his pumping motion increasing.

"Ugggggggggg!" She felt like she had an animal burrowing up inside her, digging deeper and deeper.

"Aaaaaaaaa!"

The old lawyer felt under her, teasing a nipple then massaging the whole hot wet melon. She stared at his face her lips quivering seeing his eyes widen as he flexed his hand seeing her eyes widen in filling sensation.

"Oooooooooo!!"

Grimbald nodded and the butler unzipped his pants.

For the second time that evening she began to suck the butler's dick. It was difficult for as she bobbed forward onto the eager member, her ass wanted to do differently jolting and shaking from the slowly increasing anal fist fuck. She coughed and spluttered the hard cock banging against the back of her throat; the forward ass thrusts making her almost swallow the butlers cock to the base each time.

Her clit tingled so much from internal pressure, and now the hot cock between her lips the butler already groaning. Spittle dripped from her lips as she sucked and devoured the man's meat. Both men were humiliating her with dirty talk arousing her more and more.

"Yean suck it you dirty bitch, that's it ahhh."

"Ride it Michelle ride my hand! Oh god that's deep any second now I'm going to be able to grip that cock stuffed down your throat."

Michelle gargled in sensual fright." It felt like it!"

She spat the cock from her mouth gasping, gripping the shaft with her greased hand.

"Ugggggggg ohhhhhhh my clit! Quicker," she said reaching under herself, her fingers opening her slit showing the flowering bud, I'm coming!!!!!!!"

She pressed onto her own clit with a nail, Grimbald pumping back and forth; long thrusts his hand always wrist deep inside her. She couldn't stop Spence stuffing his cock back in her mouth and she choked as she came.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmgggggggggg Ukkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Her pussy was electric, her ass muscles flexing trying to pump the hand from her. She jerked and shook the orgasm sweeping over her. Her ass continued to spasm and Grimbald felt his hand been shit out of her. He pulled it back slowly easing it around her sore rim a scream of pain and ecstasy from Michelle.

"Eieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Plop! The hand was out, her anus spluttering in relief.

The old man was panting and aching from been on his knees so long. The butler still waving his cock at the blonde's mouth, as she also panted, orgasm subsiding totaly exhausted.

"Oooohhhhhhh fuck!" Michelle groaned pushing the hairy pelvis of the butler away. I need a..."

"No time for a rest." Grimbald said commandingly, "to the bed room."

Michelle was roughly lifted by the butler and frog marched to her luxurious room, four poster bed and all. She was still glistening in oil her magnificent tits hard, nipples erect from the devastating orgasm. The butler looked ridiculous dressed in black his hard hot cock pointing straight out, bouncing as he walked. Grimbald was stripping, his old frame dry and winkled his own cock looking long and hard.

The butler threw her onto the bed and began to disrobe. Grimbald was now naked. He looked like a fucking alien his skin grey his skeletal frame showing through his ancient skin; and that hard erect cock looking too big for his scrawny hips and waist.

"The contract is there on the table," he said his eyes now lustful no longer detached and professional. "Once we've finished having you I'll sign his estate over to you." Michelle brushed her hair from her face and opened her mouth as if to speak. Then she paused, looked at the contract and nodded in agreement. Grimbald nodded back.

"Good, now let's fuck."

The men started by first eating Michelle out. She lay on her back long legs open and bent pushing her calves up by her tip toes. This raised her pussy mound allowing Grimwald and the butler to lick and sucked her clit and hole like two hungry dogs fighting over the same bowl of food. Eventual Grimbald won getting his mouth fully over her hole, sucking for dear life. Spence went down on her tit's biting and sucking all the while making her jerk his impressively resilient cock.

Grimwald could wait no longer and he climbed on top of her sliding his cock up her twat.

"Ugggggggggg!" She felt so hot and surprisingly tight. Michelle hooked her legs around him jerking up taking the old cock deep inside. She was hot and horny." Why fight it!" Spence pushed his cock back into her mouth and she blew him as he towered over her head. Grimbald had his hand all over her tits and waist kissing her neck watching closely as her pink lips savored the butler's cock.

Then they swapped, Spence taking her doggie his cock at last ramming up inside her. He groaned with relief thrusting hard, making her ass tremble and tits swing. Grimbald finally had his cock between her arrogant lips. The night was going incredibly well, his hand up her ass, now his cock in her pussy and mouth.

Michelle felt like a rag doll. The butler was like a steam train; his hands holding her waist painfully tight thrusting into her with vengeance. She wondered how many dinner parties he imagined this scene at. All the times he had bent down near her exposed cleavage to serve wine; when she had bid him goodnight in a seductive way; when she had been in riding jompers... "Uggggggggg!" He was coming!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssss, yesssssssssss that's it you bitch ohhhhhhhhh!"

The butler emptied into her as he pounded from the rear. Michelle coughed on the mouth buried cock. Her pussy was frothing, full of jism. "Jezzzzz he's fucking been storing it up!" She thought as his spent cock slopped from her soaking pussy.

Grimbald pulled his cock from her mouth rolling her onto her side.He curled behind her gripping her tits like handle bars pushing his groin against her rear.

"Now to bugger you!" He shouted trying to provoke a response.

Michelle arched her back, her tits thrust out onto his gripping paws and grit her teeth.

"Uuuuugggggggohhhhhhh!" Grimbald convulsed in pleasure his hard bent cock darting up where his hand had been earlier. The muscles once again gripped tightly and he groaned in delight knowing he was fucking hard up this stunning woman's ass.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!"

He was an animal now. His years deserting him, as he pushed his frail body against the sculpted perfect rear of Michelle.

"Uggg, yes, yes you bitch ohhhhh ugggghhhhh!" He was also nearing an ultimate climax.

"Yes, yes yes uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He came pulling her tits back hard trying to force his balls and body up her rear.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Michelle squealed like a stuck pig feeling him flood her sore anal route, the filthy fuck almost over.

He slipped from her, pushing the beauty away from him in contempt.

"You're nothing," he panted as he knelt up. "A filthy whore just like Bartholomew said."

She didn't reply just rolled onto her back her hands feeling for her own sore ass. Grimwald got up and reached for the contract. Michelle pulled the covers over her bosom suddenly finding some modesty. The butler had begun to dress and now only Grimbald remain openly naked his cock hanging limp.

"Hmmmmm that's it," he said jotting his signature onto the paper. "Bartholomew's estate is handed over to you for safe keeping until a time when his son may be deemed fit to return."

Michelle smiled in satisfaction. She knew that to be never.

The ravished blonde took hold of the contract laughing in delight.

"Grimbald, you're all fucking heart. See yourself out boys." She cooed rubbing her sweaty long pins together curling up in the big bed. "Well," she thought," might as well get used to the luxury."

Grimbald nodded politely and quickly dressed. As the two men left he gave her a curt smile. "I really did enjoy my hand up your ass Mrs Thorne." He said with a wicked glint in his eye.

Michelle gave him an angry but victorious glare back.

"Like I said Mr Grimbald, see yourself out."

Michelle work early that morning to find Spence had also seen himself out. She'd assumed he would have come with the estate. But never mind she'd find a new butler, probably Spanish with a tight ass. It was more of a surprise when the kitchen staff didn't appear to be at work either. After all they'd cooked the evening meal hadn't they? A little frustrated she made her own breakfast with the few items in the poorly stocked kitchen larder. And then decided that if they were all this incompetent she was better off without them.

Suddenly she heard the main door open and voices. She got off her seat and walked slowly across to the main reception hall. Her ass was aching this morning and she knew full well why, so she didn't hurry.

The suited men were a little surprised to see the bath robed blonde standing in front of him.

"Can I help you?" One said in a surprised tone, then looked at his well dressed colleague.

The next few minutes were confusing to say the least, for both parties. The woman kept saying it was her house. This they knew not to be true. After all they were in charge of liquidating this asset along with most of Bartholomew Thorne's possessions. The woman was so aggressive and no matter what they said she just kept screaming and stamping her feet.

The men from the bank were patient. This would take some time to straighten out. But never mind, it was all above board. The Thorne business was near bankrupt and the bank had been very fair. They'd even allowed his servant cottage in the mansion grounds to remain in the family just so his son might one day have somewhere to return to. It was a bit run down but with a little effort it would be a good home.

They'd guessed by now this despairing blonde beauty in front of them was Mrs Thorne But they couldn't understand why she was looking so pale. After all, the cottage was hers. And as Mr Grimbald had informed them that morning she was now the sole recipient of all Bartholomew Thorne's remaining estate.