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Queen Kiera

By: PeterOmez



Copyright 2011, Peter Omez, all rights reserved.



Some years ago I had a 4-bedroom house in the suburbs of Trentstown and lived there with my new wife. I didn't marry until I was 31 years old, and I thought I'd chosen carefully a mate who would be a faithful wife and good mother to my children. I was wrong. It turned out I'd married a conniving slut, and a terrible alcholic to boot. We argued all the time, and often she would get abusive with me. The worst part about it was the way she was able to ingratiate herself with my family, who all thought she was wonderful. They didn't see the way she acted behind closed doors. Plus she was always accusing me of leering at this woman or sleeping with that, which I wasn't. 

But she used my supposed unfaithfulness as an excuse for her actual adultery, occasionally spending the night with this drinking buddy of hers, this guy Mike. He could be found every single day at a local watering hole where she'd go whenever she was tired of fighting with me.

She could be downright scary when she was drunk and in the mood to fight. After three years I couldn't take it anymore, so I checked into a no-tell motel on the edge of town and started filing for divorce. Fortunately, I had the money to hire a good attorney and was able to keep the house. My ex probably moved in with Mike, who knows.

I enjoyed the peace and quiet in my home for several months after it was all over, but I started to get lonely. I dated a few women but with some I didn't really click, and with others I quickly felt smothered and would call it off. I seem to have a knack for drawing women to me who want to treat me like a possession.

I was 35 when my little sister Karen, who was 24 then, got pregnant even though she didn't have a steady boyfriend. She decided to have the baby, my little niece Maya, but she couldn't really make ends meet on her own. Plus daycare was harder than she thought to arrange. Karen asked my parents if she and Maya could move in with them for a while, but they refused, because Karen had been a lot of trouble for them in the past and they didn't trust her. 

That was unfortunate, because having Maya really caused Karen to clean up her act. I let the two of them move into my house. There was plenty of room, and I enjoyed the company. It was wonderful to have people I loved around instead of that vicious bitch I'd shared the house with before. Karen got by with as little financial help from me as she could, and she was with Maya each day while I was at work, then on some nights Karen worked as a waitress or went to night classes. She got an associates degree and landed a job with a local company. When she had enough money, she moved herself and Maya into their own apartment.

During the two years we lived together, our parents would visit Trentstown on occasion, and come see us. They lived three hours away in our hometown of Bellewood. At first they expected to see Karen totally taking advantage of her older brother but were surprised to see she was trying to make it on her own. It's true, I had bought her a car to get around, charged her no rent or utilities, and provided built-in babysitting, but she bought supplies like diapers, bought her own gas and food, and was saving the money she was making so she could move out as soon as possible.

We had other visitors now and then, such as our Aunt Jane. She was Mom's baby sister and a bit spoiled and wild when she was young. She and Karen had that in common, so they always had a special bond. Karen reminded Aunt Jane of a younger version of herself. On one visit, I happened to be changing Maya's diaper when Aunt Jane said, "Wow, you have your brother really well-trained, don't you?" 

Karen said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, he bought you a car, he pays all the bills here. Look, he even changes diapers."

Karen just chuckled. "Yeah, I guess he is a little pussywhipped. He'll make someone a good husband some day."

"He already blew it with one wife. Maybe you could give his next one some pointers."

"Aw, come on, don't be mean. That wife was no angel. He's told me what he went through with her."

"Uh huh, sure. I think he just didn't know his place and tried to be an old-fashioned male chauvinist with her. Then he threw the poor girl out and took the house. Probably wouldn't put out for him every day or something."

I said, "Aunt Jane, you never saw her except at family gatherings and such. She was a terrible drunk and a mean person, she really was. Sometimes I was actually scared of her."

"Oh, pfft. Please. Haha. Never knew you were such a wuss, Davey."

"And as far as putting out, she did that for her drinking buddy Mike."

"Ohhhh, hahaha. Oh, I see ... you're not packin' enough to satisfy her, huh? Well, I'm not surprised. Don't forget I used to change your diapers sometimes. Hahahaha. See? I'm right. You blew it with her. Should've learned how to use your tongue better. Hahahaha!!"

I was not amused, but I thought I saw Karen trying to suppress a smile. There didn't seem to be any point in arguing with my aunt, though, especially when she had no idea what she was talking about. So I dropped the matter. I love my Aunt Jane, but man, when she locks you in as a teasing target, she's relentless.

After Karen and Maya moved out, I was lonely again. The house seemed so huge without them in it. One day Aunt Jane called me about my cousin Kiera, her daughter. Kiera had finished up the nursing program in another state and was thinking about where to apply for a job. She didn't like the area where she'd gone to school and wanted to be closer to Bellewood, where we all grew up. Trentstown was the nearest city with a lot of hospitals and nursing jobs, but being fresh out of school with student loan payments and no income yet, she couldn't afford to live in Trentstown. Aunt Jane couldn't afford to subsidize her relocation to Trentstown and wondered if Kiera could come stay with me for a month or two until she found a job. 

I jumped at the chance to have some regular company again, so I said, "Sure, that's no problem." What was family for? I made decent money that should have gone to the family I should have had, wife and children. But that didn't work out, and the longer I was single, the more I dreaded the whole process of trying to find another mate. Having someone else to help out was a welcome distraction. 

I was surprised when Kiera and Aunt Jane brought a moving van full of stuff to my house. They had brought a bunch of Kiera's stuff that had been in storage at my aunt's house. I asked Kiera why she decided to move that now; why not wait until she had a place of her own to move it into? She said she wanted to move it while her mother was available to help, and besides, I had a big house and had room for it, didn't I? 

We moved some pieces of furniture in, and then they left me to move all the boxes in by myself. They either smoked cigarettes on the front stoop or surveyed the house to decide how to "get Kiera set up". I had thought she wouldn't really need "setting up", since I thought she was just *staying* for a while, not moving in. 

As you may know, Trentstown is very hilly, so the houses here are built tall, not wide. My house had two bedrooms and a full bathroom on the second floor, then steep stairs led to the third floor, a finished attic. Up there was an open room on one side, then a smaller room with a door on the other side. There were no closets on the third floor. 

Once the boxes were out of the way, there was a large bed in the very back of the truck. It was disassembled, and I figured I could just move all the pieces into my garage so it would be easy to get to whenever she was ready to transport it to her new place. I opened the garage and was carrying the first piece in when Aunt Jane and Kiera came into the garage from inside the house. Kiera said, "Oh. Wait. We're going to need to carry that in through the front door."

"Why?" I asked.

Aunt Jane said, "Davey, we were looking at the rooms on the second floor, and that smaller room's not big enough for Kiera's bed. Plus the closet in there is so small. So before you bother with her bed, why don't we get yours taken apart and move it from the master bedroom to the other one."

"Ummmmm ..."

Kiera interjected, "His shouldn't be the *master* bedroom anyway, should it?" She and her mother shared a sly chuckle at that. 

"Hell, no," Aunt Jane said. "If he thinks he's gonna be master of the house with us around, he's got another thing comin'. We didn't put up with that from your father, and don't you put up with it from him."

"Oh, I won't," Kiera assured her.

I was getting a little nervous about having agreed to let Kiera stay with me. I didn't even know she'd expected to have a bedroom; I guess I thought she'd want to sleep on the couch and watch TV at night, for the short time she'd stay. Now she wanted my bedroom, and it didn't seem to be a request.

I followed them upstairs as they continued discussing plans for rearranging my house. In my room, Kiera said, "I'll put my bed here, I think. It's good you have a nice big flatscreen TV in here, Davey, but if my bed's here I think I want to move that over there." 

Oh, so she was going to make me move to the smaller bedroom but not take my TV with me, huh? Well, I guess it wouldn't have done me much good anyway since the smaller room wasn't wired for cable. Now it looked like I'd be on the living room couch if I wanted TV at night.

Once they had the arrangements worked out, Aunt Jane said, "Well, come on, hun, I'll take you out to dinner to celebrate your move. While we're gone, Davey, you can get moved into that other bedroom and then bring those bed pieces up here."

When they returned, they said, "Here, we brought you back some food. Figured you might be hungry by now." I looked in the two boxes and it just appeared to be their leftovers. I said thanks.

I did need a little help assembling Kiera's king size bed, so they helped me with that. Aunt Jane asked her, "Do you have sheets?" She said they were in a box somewhere. "Davey," Kiera said, "Look in those boxes we left downstairs and see if you can find my sheets." When I found some and brought them upstairs, Kiera laughed at me and said, "These are queen size sheets. Hahaha. Dumbass, you can't even tell queens from kings? Oh boy ... I can see you need some serious woman help around here."

Aunt Jane said, "Most men do, hun. Most can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground. Well, maybe we've lost the sheets for this bed 'cause it hasn't been used for so long. Let's go get you some new ones." 

"Yay!" Kiera said. "Davey, where can we go to get some good bed linens?" I told them of a place nearby and how to get there, and she said, "OK, thanks, while we're gone, why don't you go ahead and bring the other boxes up here and unpack as much as you can." 

At that time it wasn't so common for people to have laptops. Not everyone had a cell phone, either, and Kiera didn't, but I did. She did have an mp3 player. I only had one desktop computer at home, and Kiera used it during the first week she was here to supposedly search for jobs and apartments. But when I got home from work she was usually downloading music or playing games. But there would be some printouts for jobs and housing lying on the table. I also would smell smoke every time I came into the house. I had asked her to please smoke outside, but it smelled as though she ignored my request. 

She said, "Hey, Davey, I got to thinking, I really should have a cell phone since I'm gonna be looking for a job and a place and people need to be able to reach me any time. I was thinking it's probably cheaper if you add me to your phone plan, and then I can pay you whatever more it costs each month once I have a job. And could you get me a phone, too, 'cause I can't afford it right now."

I told her that would be OK, though I wondered why she didn't ask her mother for that particular favor instead of me. "Oh, another thing, how am I gonna get around if I'm called for an interview, since I have no car?" I showed her the website for Trentstown Transit and told her the bus stop was only two blocks from the house. If she had an interview, she could type in the address of the place and it would give her a map, tell her exactly what bus to take and when it came. "In fact," I said, "tomorrow I'll stop and get you a one-month bus pass. It will give you unlimited fare and you can go anywhere any time. Whenever you have time to kill you can check out other sites around the city while I'm at work." 

"Cool," she said. "Thanks. Well, let's go get me a phone."

We went to the phone store and I kept trying to talk her out of the high-end phones, but she kept pressing me to get her a certain one. It was much better than the one I had. It had text and camera capabilities (wireless internet was less common then), and my phone plan didn't even include texting, so I had to add that to it. It almost doubled the monthly bill.

Over the next few days, it seemed Kiera took the bus to find places to meet new friends rather than search for work. She would end up hanging at the houses of new friends, or in a club somewhere in town. Friends would drive her back to the house and often come in to hang out a while. I had a swimming pool in the back yard, so they might be out there, or they might be in the living room or anywhere else downstairs. She, and whatever company she brought, would often wake me at night. Often they would turn on music, or I'd hear talking and laughing. She made no attempt to keep herself or them quiet. 

Many mornings I'd get up for work and find empty beer bottles around the house and in the kitchen. Sometimes there were liquor bottles, too, and I'd also find they'd raided my wine rack. It seemed they helped themselves to whatever food I had on hand, too. Outside I'd find wet towels, and cigarette butts crushed out on the patio or discarded in the yard. I started to smell smoke as soon as I came out of my bedroom in the morning and into the hall, so it was obvious Kiera had been smoking in "her" room (which was supposed to be mine).

Kiera never washed any of the dishes she or her friends dirtied, and one day I called her from work and asked, "Hey, could I ask you a favor? Would you mind doing the dishes in the sink? I usually try to tidy up the kitchen before I leave for work, but this morning I was a little pressed for time."

"Yeah, I noticed that," she said. "You didn't clean up outside, either. It's a mess out there."

Her answer took me aback; it sounded like she was half-pissed at me. She continued, "And you want ME to do your dishes? Um, excuse me, I'm not the little woman of the house, OK? I'm not here to be your maid, doing your dishes, vacuuming, ironing your shirts ...."

"Well, no, I don't expect--"

"Which reminds me: My dirty clothes are starting to pile up, and I'm gonna need some laundry done soon. So tonight while I'm out go into my room and gather up my laundry and get that done for me. As it is, I'm gonna have to wear the panties I've got on now again today."

"Ummm ..."

"You know how to wash delicates, right? 'Cause I have some nice stuff there, and I better not find any of it ruined. Get stuff folded and hung up before you go to bed; don't let it sit in a basket and get all wrinkly."

"Uhhhh ... well ... OK."

"Oh and get those dishes done yourself and the back yard cleaned up before I get home 'cause I can't bring guests over with the house looking like it does. Oh, one more thing: Stop and get some more chardonnay on your way home, 'cause my friend Darcy likes it."

There was an uncomfortable pause. "OK?" she demanded.

"Well ... uh ... OK."

"OK. Mwah. Bye." When she was done issuing orders and hung up, I sat at my desk at work staring out the window, confused. At what point had I agreed to hand over my house to my cousin, and become her butler to boot?

Once the shock wore off, I felt very nervous. I should have confronted Kiera and said something beginning with, "Now wait just a minute." But I kinda blew it. I already agreed to do what she had demanded for that night at least. If I actually followed through and did everything, it would be validating her ... um ... what would you call it? Presumptuousness? Hell, downright bossiness.

There was still time to call her back and set her straight. She was a guest. She should be doing dishes (without me asking) to thank me for helping her out so much, not because it was "woman's work." I picked up the phone to call her, but I couldn't do it. Somehow I knew she'd argue with me and I wouldn't win. It would be like trying to argue with her mother. Pointless. Better to just agree ... except ... this time, agreeing meant I had a busy night of chores ahead of me.

And so it began that Kiera's "job", for the time being, was to have parties at my house, and my job was to keep it clean. Plus clean up the pool area. Plus clean and tend to the pool itself. Plus do her laundry. Plus pick up after her. Plus replenish the wine her friends drank. Plus sometimes buy liquor or beer. Plus not give her any trouble about smoking in the house, which soon, she and her friends did openly. Oh, and of course, since Kiera had no income, buy her cigarettes, too. 

One Friday, a pool party was already under way when I came home from work. There were three guys outside in the yard and pool, and as I came into the kitchen, Kiera stood talking to the chardonnay-drinking Darcy. Both were in bikinis and flip-flops, with sarongs around their waists. "This is my cousin Davey. He's my little houseboy, hahaha. Aren'tcha? Aren'tcha??"

"Um ..."

"Yeah. He is. Davey, this is Darcy." Before I could say hello, Kiera turned to me, affecting the posture and tone of a stern mother, and said, "You did a very good job on my laundry last night and getting everything hung up in my closet. And you did a really good of cleaning up out here this morning, but there were still some cigarette butts lying out in the grass. Did you forget to pick those up? Oh, and also, I've got like seven pairs of shoes lying around in my room. How come you didn't get those put away?"

Darcy stood smirking as she sipped the chardonnay I bought her. I stood blushing and wondering how I should respond to such audacity. Kiera decided for me.

"The correct answer, Davey, is 'I'm sorry, Kiera.'"

"Um ... oh ... uh ... I'm sorry, Kiera."

"'And I will take care of all that right now' ... hello!!??? 'I will take care of that right now'!"

"Oh. And I will take care of that right now."

"Take care of what? What are you going to do?"

"Uhhh ... I will ... uh ..."

"Go pick up all the cigarette butts outside?"

"Oh. OK. I'll ... uh ... do that."

"No, Davey, say it: 'I'm sorry, Kiera, and I will take care of that right now. I'll go pick up the cigarette butts in the yard, and then I will come in here and do the dishes that have piled up today, and then I will ask everyone if I can get them anything, and then I'll go upstairs and put all your shoes away.'"

I kept glancing at Darcy. Apart from the smirk, her gaze was locked as tight on me as Kiera's was.

"OK ... um ... I'm sorry, Kiera, and I will take care of ... of ... it. I'll go pick up the cigarette butts, and then come in here and do these dishes, and ask everyone if they need anything. And ... uh ... then I'll go up and put all your shoes away."

"Veeeerry good." Then she pointed to her foot and said, "Now kiss my foot and tell me you're sorry you left your chores undone."

Oh my god! Was she serious? She wanted me to drop to the floor and kiss her foot, right there in front of Darcy, and whoever else might come inside just then?

Kiera remained frozen in position, pointing down at her foot and staring at me. "Davey."

As I said, "Uhhhhh ..." I felt all resistance drain away, as I realized, somehow, that any choice of response other than what she demanded would turn out very ugly for me. I slunk to my knees, put my palms flat in front of Kiera's foot, and lowered my head to kiss it. "I'm sorry I didn't have all my chores done, Kiera."


Queen Kiera Ch. 02



Copyright 2011 Peter Omez, all rights reserved.



For the next three weeks I took the bus to work every day and had to wear a stupid necktie around my dick, 24/7. I thought it was ridiculous that I couldn't even take it off for work. And so many evenings Kiera wasn't even home anyway, so if the purpose was to keep me from getting an erection that she or her friends might see, why did I have to keep it on when I was the only one home?

Kiera made me drop my pants to show Darcy her invention. That was absolutely mortifying. Plus it hurt to think Kiera's main intention was to make me look like an absolute fool to Darcy, so there was no chance Darcy might view me as a potential romantic partner, or even any kind of equal as adults go. I was just Kiera's pussywhipped little cousin, somebody to order around and laugh at. 

Naturally I got extremely horny as the days went by, since I was forbidden to masturbate. When Kiera was home, virtually everything she did made my dick try to expand. Just hearing her voice was a reminder of the humiliating situation I was in and how much control the 24-year-old had over me. In addition to the short silk robe she liked to wear, she also had a maddeningly sexy little two-piece green number: It looked like thermal underwear, but it was a tight little shirt with thin shoulder straps, showing a little of her midriff, and a tight pair of shorts that showed half her butt. She wore those to bed a lot, and then on Saturday and Sunday when she got up, and I was home, she'd pad through the house with her sexy legs on display, and half her ass hanging out. Oh god. As soon as she woke up and came downstairs, she'd be barking orders at me, wearing that outfit. "Make some coffee, Davey, and bring a cup up to my room when it's ready."

One night when she wasn't home, I decided I was going to masturbate. How the hell would she know? I had a porn DVD which I took into her (formerly, my) bedroom, since that's where the DVD player was. I started watching it, and undid the necktie so I could rub myself. But strangely, I felt really nervous. It felt wrong to be sitting on Kiera's bed watching porn. And what if she came home right then? I'd hear the door downstairs, but I'd have to hurry and eject the DVD, get my pants up, and get out of her room before she discovered me. Plus I'd have to ditch the DVD in my room. There wasn't time for all that.

So I took the disc out and pulled up my pants. I decided it would be safer to beat off in the bathroom, and I'd just have to do without porn. I figured I'd jack off into the toilet so there would be no evidence left behind. I pulled my pants down and started to stroke. I was getting really into it when my cell phone rang. Oh shit, it was Kiera. I answered. "Hello."

"What are you doing?"

"Ummmm ... just, uh ... you know, getting ready to check on the laundry."

"Hey, listen, Darcy's been tellin' me about this show on HBO, so I want you to call the cable company and add HBO. Also you need to upgrade to digital cable 'cause I wanna have a DVR so I can record shows. You need to tell them you want DVR boxes in two rooms. We need one in my bedroom and also in the living room. Also tell them to send a really sexy young guy to do the installation, hahaha. Just kidding, you don't have to tell them that. But I hope they do, and maybe I'll get laid. Hahaha."

I heard Darcy in the background: "Hey! I wanna get laid."

"Oh, well, OK, Davey, ask them for two hot young guys, hahaha. Just kidding, Davey. Now say thank you for me not making you embarrass yourself when you call the cable people."

"Um ... Thank you for not making me embarrass myself in front of the cable people."

"Ohhh, you're welcome, my good little houseboy. You got enough chardonnay on hand for my BFF?"

"Yes."

"Good boy. OK, I'll let you get back to your chores. Call the cable company first." Then she hung up. What timing she had, to call me right in the middle of me trying to beat off. It was like she could sense somehow that I was "being bad." I'd have felt guilty anyway. I don't know why, but somehow Kiera had such influence over my mind that I was scared to disobey her, for fear she'd find out somehow. So I didn't try beating off again.

That's not to say the tie NEVER came off, though. Firstly, I couldn't figure out a way to leave it on during a bowel movement, so I loosened it for that. Secondly, some nights I'd wake up with a boner and the tie would be so tight that the pain was just unbearable. So I would have to take it off, but I'd have it in the bed with me so that when I woke up, I could put it right back on. 

Then came the weekend of my 20-year high school reunion. A few days before, I informed Kiera that I'd need my car to go to Bellewood for the reunion on Saturday night. "Uh, excuse me, Davey," she said, "but you don't have a car, remember? When you get me one, then you'll have one again. But if you're asking for permission to use my car to go, well, I have a better idea. Want to go to my hometown for a visit this weekend, Darcy?"

"Ohhh. I'd love to but I have to work Saturday." she said.

"OK, that's it, you're quittin' that job," Kiera replied. "You've been bitchin' about that place for weeks. Now's the perfect time to tell them where to stick it. You need to get outta there, girl."

"I can't," Darcy laughed. "How am I gonna pay my rent?"

"Davey'll pay it until you get another job."

Before I had time to object to that idea, Kiera continued, "Oh! Oh! No. I know. Move in here. Then you won't have any rent!"

I had to admit that sounded better than shelling out additional money for an indefinite period of time for Darcy's rent. And the prospect of having Darcy around as eye candy all the time was something I'm not sure I could have resisted, even if Kiera was interested in my input on the decision. Which she clearly wasn't. 

"OK!" Darcy brightly responded. 

"OK, I wanna go with you tomorrow when you go in there to tell them you quit. Hahaha. I don't wanna miss that. OK, Davey, we'll all three go to Bellewood this weekend. Darcy and I will pick you up from work, so get whatever stuff you're takin' in the car Friday morning."

"Well ... OK ... but ... what happens on Saturday night when I need to go to the country club for the reunion?"

"We'll give you a ride over there and pick you up when you're ready to leave."

"Well ... OK." 

Kiera then called Aunt Jane to tell her we'd be coming for the weekend. After they chatted a moment, and after Kiera had told her mother Darcy would be moving in, she said, "Mom wants to talk to you, Davey."

I took the phone. "Davey," said Aunt Jane, "listen, Kiera says you've been bitchin' about money, and I've been tellin' her it's true she can't just spend and spend all the time. So what I want you to do is bring your checkbook this weekend, and bring all your monthly bills and anything to do with your finances. Bring your pay stubs, retirement statements, tax stuff, all that. Bring it with you this weekend. I'm gonna look at all that and sit down with you two and work out what you're actually able to afford, so she knows what her limits are."

"OK," I said. That sounded great. Maybe Kiera would listen to her mother when Aunt Jane told her she needed to get a job.

Friday when I got off work, naturally Kiera and Darcy were not yet there to pick me up. I called Kiera and found out they were still at the house getting the car loaded. "Just wait and we'll be there in a little bit." It was going to take them at least a half-hour to get to my workplace. When they finally showed up, I got in the back seat because of course Kiera wanted to drive and have Darcy hang out with her in the front. They both smoked cigarettes the whole way and played music loud. Music which I hated, of course. When we stopped for gas, Kiera made me get out and pump it and then go in to get them sodas.

The plan was that on Sunday afternoon my parents would have a family dinner and get-together at their house. In the meantime, I'd stay at Aunt Jane's with Kiera and Darcy, since I had to rely on them for transportation anyway. When we got to Bellewood Friday night around 9:00, Kiera introduced Darcy to her mother while I was expected to carry everything in from the car. Aunt Jane asked, "Did you bring all the paperwork for your finances, Davey?"

"Yes. It's all in this box."

"Good. I'm gonna sit down with all that tonight. See the sink? I left a bunch of dishes in there to give you something to do while I'm looking at your paperwork. Hahaha. Wasn't that thoughtful of me?"

I blushed, and of course Kiera and Darcy laughed. "Gee, thanks." At that point, while my hands were wrapped around a box and my face therefore defenseless, Aunt Jane slapped me. I almost dropped the box; I was so startled.

"I thought you had him trained better than that, Kiera. Don't smart off to me, Davey." 

I stood stupidly with my mouth hanging open and eyes wide, and just then another slap came from the other direction, from Kiera's hand. "Davey, what the fuck is wrong with you, smarting off to your aunt? Put that box down and kiss Mom's foot, and tell her you're sorry."

In such situations I could never seem to prevent my eyes from glancing at Darcy's smirking face. As usual, she stood watching, amused and fascinated. She had the most beautiful face; it took my breath away. Kiera had put her friend on some kind of virtual pedestal, way out of my league. OFF LIMITS to the idiot Davey, who wasn't even considered worthy to get an erection in her presence. My dick would try to pop up, but the tight necktie around it would pull against it and make me wince. Sheepishly, I slunk to the floor and kissed my aunt's foot. "I'm sorry I smarted off to you, Aunt Jane."

"You better learn, Davey, 'cause if Kiera can't keep you in line herself, I'll come to Trentstown, and stay for weeks if I have to, until you're under control. Now stand up and drop those pants so I can get a look at that 'dicktie' Kiera's been tellin' me about."

Oh my god, Kiera told her about that?? I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I had to drop my pants in front of the three of them and of course Aunt Jane laughed uproariously at the ridiculous contraption. Kiera and Darcy still found it hilarious, too, even though they had seen it. They especially liked looking at me from behind, since it looked like I was wearing a thong.

Addressing Kiera, Aunt Jane said, "You know, dear, they actually make locking contraptions for this purpose. They're called chastity devices. Did you know that?"

"Chastity devices?" Kiera said. I hadn't heard of such a thing, either.

"Yeah, there are different kinds of contraptions you can actually put a dick in, that prevent it from getting hard, and they have little locks on them with a little key."

"Oh my god really!!?? Oh we have got to get him one. Yes! Where do you get one?"

They went to the computer, and Aunt Jane searched for pictures of chastity devices. I could hardly see the screen, as I was standing behind all three while they laughed and excitedly pointed at this kind or that kind. Darcy asked, "You mean there are men walking around with their dicks in these things? Why would they do that?"

Aunt Jane said, "Well, it's probably their wife or girlfriend making them wear it, like if the man goes out of town on business or something, she can lock him up and keep the key at home so she knows he can't sleep around on her."

Darcy laughed. "Yeah, I guess that would work."

"And in my case," said Kiera, "I have a fucking PERVERT cousin living with me and I don't want to have to see his fucking pants poking out at me. Hahaha. And now Darcy's gonna be around, so we don't want her to have to see his disgusting boner. So we need to get one of these. Oh hell yeah that shit's goin' on you, Davey. Then I know for sure you can't take it off. Maybe I'll just throw the key away after we put it on you, hahahaha!"

That idea terrified me, but Aunt Jane came to my rescue. Sort of. She said, "Well, you really can't just leave it on him permanently and never let him empty his balls. What will happen is they'll fill up with semen and it will cause him prostate problems. So you have to let him empty his balls now and then."

"You mean let him beat off? Ewwww! I don't want him to do that, though. Ew. That's gross."

"Well, leave the key with me and let me take care of that part. That way you won't have to think about it."

"OK. I don't even wanna know how you're gonna take care of that," Kiera said, as she held her hands up. "DON'T tell me, Mom. Hahaha. PLEASE don't tell me, I don't wanna know." They all chuckled. I didn't. And I wasn't sure I wanted to know how my aunt was going to "take care of" me "emptying my balls" either.

They decided the CB-6000 model was a good enough choice, since the website called it a "good all-purpose chastity device", whatever that meant. They made me get a credit card so they could order it right then. It should arrive at the house in a few days.

That night, Kiera and Darcy went out to some of the bars in town, while I was left at the house with Aunt Jane to do her dishes and let her look over my finances. "So have you been a good boy, Davey, and kept that tie on your dick all the time like Kiera said?"

"Yes."

"And she said no beating off at all. Have you been sneaking around to beat off without her knowing?"

"No."

"Oh, come on, Davey. You and I both know that's a little extreme for her to expect you not to masturbate at all. You mean to tell me you've gone like a month without cumming?"

"I really have, Aunt Jane. It's true."

"Hahaha! Oh my god. Poor boy. You must be going outta your mind."

"I am."

"Hahaha. Well ... OK. Kiera's not here right now, so I'm gonna take care of your little problem. Come with me."

She led me into her bedroom and closed the door. She directed me to strip out of everything but the silly homemade necktie chastity device. Once I was naked, she used a silk blouse as an improvised blindfold and put it on me. "All right, stay right there," she said, and I stood naked and blindfolded. I could then hear rustling but didn't know what she was doing. Then I heard her get onto her bed and lie down. From there I heard her say, "All right, Davey, now ... I know what it's like to go without sex, too. I haven't had sex in years. So if you want me to do something for you, you have to do something for me. I want you to get on the bed and bring your face between my legs, and slither up here and eat my pussy."

"What!!??"

"Davey, don't make me get outta this bed and slap you silly. You heard me, get up here and eat me out! If you don't, I WILL tell Kiera to throw away that key once she puts that chastity device on you."

I sniveled, but I knew I had no choice. Ugh. I didn't want to eat my aunt's pussy. Gross. I suppose I should have been glad she blindfolded me. At least I wouldn't have to look at it. Or see her chubby, wrinkly legs or saggy tits. I slinked my face up between her legs, and I could immediately smell it. She could have at least washed first. She slid the fingers of both hands into my hair and held my head while I started licking. Her pussy was hairy, since the women of her generation didn't shave. Plus there had been no man around for a few years, so there was no one to shave it for anyway.

I kept my arms under her legs the whole time, with my hands flat on the bed. It wasn't like I wanted to touch her body while I was doing this. She pulled my hair and grinded her crotch against my mouth and nose. It was like she was fucking my face, and smearing her juices all over it. She would say, "Get your tongue in deeper. Oh yes. Now do long licks. Now make your tongue flat. Faster. Slower. Now lick my ass, too. Run your tongue all along my crack. Oh yeah. Now get your tongue up in my asshole. Really deep. Wiggle it around in there. Ohhhh yeah!"

She came on my face once, and I thought, Thank God, it's over. But it wasn't. She made me keep kissing, and softly licking, her pussy, until she was able to build up the pace to a second orgasm.

The humiliation of it, and the fact that I was getting SOME kind of sexual activity, made my dick strain in the necktie device. Even if it had been untied, my dick was poking toward the foot of the bed and would have been trapped by the mattress. I was leaking pre-cum onto the sheet. When she was finally satisfied, she said, "OK, get off the bed, and don't you dare try to wipe your face." Once I stood up, she said, "Stay right there." I heard her go into her adjacent bathroom and wash up. I thought, Gee, thanks for washing that thing BEFORE I had to eat it. I heard more rustling, which turned out to be her getting dressed. Then she took off the blindfold and said, "OK, Davey, come in here." 

I followed her into the bathroom, where she made me stand in front of the sink. "Put your hands behind your back, Davey. Hold your wrists together, and keep your hands back here." Once I did, she untied the necktie to free my dick. She dropped the tie on the floor. She got out a jar of baby oil and oiled up her hands. Then she stood behind me and rested one palm flat on the counter beside the sink. With her other hand, she grasped my dick. She pushed herself up against my back so her head was just over my shoulder, and made me rest my balls right up on the edge of the counter. 

"OK, Davey ... open your mouth, and keep it open." I complied, though I didn't understand the purpose of that. "Now look at me in the mirror while I stroke you off. You can come in the sink. Just keep looking at me. Don't you dare close your eyes."

Oh god, this was embarrassing. Being jerked off by my aunt? I wasn't even going to get to do this myself? At least I was gonna get to cum. I was desperate by then.

I felt so humiliated and helpless, since I couldn't control the pace of stroking or anything. I was at the mercy of my aunt's hand. I had to stare at her smirking face in the mirror, and keep my mouth open for some reason, which I began to think was so I'd look stupider in the mirror, as I breathed heavily.

I could feel my ejaculation coming on, and my breathing got shorter and faster. Aunt Jane tightened her grip and speeded up the pace a little bit. I noticed she brought her free hand forward so it was out in front of my dick. I didn't really have time to think about what she was doing, as the first squirt of jizz came shooting out of my dick. 

"Auuuuugh! Auuuugh!!!" I got two good contractions in when suddenly Aunt Jane let go. Just then her other hand came up to my face. "Eat that shit," she said, as she brought a palm full of jizz right to my open mouth."

Now I said, "Auuuuugh" for another reason. I grimaced as I felt the salty globs of jizz in mouth. My dick continued to twitch in the open air. I was still cumming, but without her stroking, the cum just dribbled out. I moaned in frustration, and sniveled in disgust as Aunt Jane scooped up more of my semen and brought it to my mouth. "Eat that. Swallow it! Don't you dare spit that out!" I almost cried from the humiliation and frustration. She was making me eat my own cum? Gross! 

I tried to maneuver my dick to get some friction against the counter or something, but I couldn't. The poor guy just kept twitching uselessly. Aunt Jane held the back of my head by my hair now, with the hand that WAS stroking me. She continued scooping up globs of jizz with the other hand and bringing them to my mouth. Ack! Disgusting. Despite my sniveling and pleading, she made me swallow it. 

When she couldn't gather up any more, she made her palm flat and made me lick it. Then she picked up the necktie and tied up my genitals again. I whimpered in frustration. That was NOT a good orgasm at all! She ruined it. A whole month without cumming, and after I ate her pussy and gave her two orgasms, THAT was what I got?




Queen Kiera Ch. 02



Once the tie was on, she said, "There you go, Davey. Now kiss your aunt's feet and thank me for letting you empty your balls."

Once I was dressed again, Aunt Jane set me to work doing her laundry while she went back to looking at my finances. She wouldn't let me wash my face or drink anything, so I could still smell her pussy on my face with every breath, and taste my own salty jizz in my throat. 

In Kiera's old bedroom was a small bed that Aunt Jane had put in there, after they'd moved Kiera's king size bed out. It wasn't big enough for Kiera and Darcy to both sleep in, so she figured one would sleep in that bed and one would be on the couch. That left only Aunt Jane's bed. I thought, Oh God, please don't make me sleep in the same bed with my aunt. 

I was relieved to discover that Aunt Jane was making up a pallet on the floor for me, but it was still in her bedroom. We settled in for the night, while the girls were still out. We lay there for a while, and then I heard Aunt Jane's bed squeaking a little, and she seemed to be moving around some. Then in the darkness, I heard her voice: "Davey, thinking about your tongue has got me horny again. Slide up under the covers, from the end there, and slide your face up to my pussy, and eat me out again." So I had to slither up between my aunt's legs and bring her to two more orgasms. Then I was sent back to my pallet, with my dick throbbing in its necktie chastity device, and my face covered in pussy juice. In a few minutes, my torment was made complete, as I lay there sleepless and horny, listening to her snoring.

The next day, Saturday, I was the general bitchboy for all three women. They ordered me about to fetch them things, and I had to "help" Aunt Jane make breakfast, which meant anything she thought I could do by myself, I had to do. After we ate, the kitchen and dish cleanup was left to me. 

Once the table was clear, Aunt Jane told Kiera and Darcy, "OK, sit down, girls, let me show you what I've worked out for the finances. It's pretty much all good news. Here's what Davey gets paid every two weeks. So that translates to this amount monthly. Here's his house payment, his car payment ... here's phone ... here's what cable will be now that you've gone to digital with the DVR boxes and all ... here's electric, here's gas ... um ... here's his car insurance now, but he's gonna have to add you to it when he gets you a car, so here's what it will be then.

"He's got no credit card debt, and you want to keep it that way. So don't use a credit card without calling me first to tell me what it's for. Don't use it to buy normal things like food or clothes or makeup or whatever. Here's your student loan payment. OK, Darcy, do you have a car payment?"

"No, my car's paid for."

"OK, good. Do you have any student loans or anything?"

"Nope, didn't go to college."

"Do you want to?"

"Um, I don't know. Maybe. Some time."

"Well, if you ever do, let me know, because I'll have to figure out how to work that in. OK, any other expenses at all, Darcy?" 

"Uh. I don't think so, I mean ... you know, just food. Chardonnay, haha. Whatever utilities I'll use living there."

"Shouldn't be much more than it is now. OK, fine ... um ... so ... here's the amount left over each month. Now, once you get a car, Kiera, this will decrease by whatever the car payment is. So decide how much you want to have left, because out of that, you buy food, cigarettes, clothes, makeup ... all your entertainment."

"OK," Kiera said. "So ... let's see ... if my car payment is like $400, then ... hmmm ... yeah, we should do fine on what's left, right, Darcy?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"OK, then," said Aunt Jane. "If you're happy with what's left, then neither one of you will have to get a job. But if you find it's not enough, then someone's gonna need to bring in more money. Oh, yeah ... another thing: if you don't have a job, Kiera, you're not gonna have health or medical insurance. So you should get some private coverage. Here's what that'll cost each month.

"Also, it's a good idea to save some each month so you build up a fund for emergency expenses like car repairs, or you have a fund to buy Christmas presents out of, that kind of thing. And if you want to take a vacation or something, you'll have to save up for it. But basically all the money out of Davey's paycheck is at your disposal, because his employer is making retirement contributions, plus there's a certain amount from his income going directly into those accounts. So he's fine there. You won't be doing anything that messes up his retirement accounts."

My heart sank, listening to all this. I thought this was when Kiera was gonna find out she really needed to get off her ass and get that nursing job she went to school for. Instead, her mother was telling her that living off her cousin would work out just fine! I noticed she didn't mention anything about money *I* might want to save. What if *I* wanted a vacation or something? 

Darcy sat clapping her hands lightly and said, "Yay! This is so exciting. I LOVE your mom."

"I know, right," said Kiera. She got up from her seat to give her mother a sideways hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best. Mmmmwah!"

"OK, well listen, hun," Aunt Jane continued, "for a while you need to write down everything you're spending money on, or make Davey keep a record, so you know where all your money goes. Because if you find you're coming up short, you'll know exactly why. So KEEP RECORDS. OK?"

"OK. I'll just get receipts for everything and give 'em to Davey."

That night the girls dropped me off at my high school reunion, and man, was I ready to get away from them for a while. The dinner was great, and catching up with old friends from Bellewood High was a lot of fun. Some of my classmates had married each other, of course, but I also met a lot of spouses who were not from Bellewood. I looked at a lot of pictures of people's kids. 

Very few of my classmates did not have kids. But there was one. I had vaguely remembered Patty from high school. We had friends in common but didn't really know each other very well at the time. She was at the reunion unaccompanied, like me, so we got to talking. For the next two hours we told each other of our disappointments. I told her of my rotten marriage to an abusive alcoholic bitch. She had never been married, and had no children, but had lived with three different men who were all drunks, who hardly ever worked but mostly lived off of her. The last one had also been somewhat abusive. Currently, she said, she was just living alone, in Bellewood, and working at the video store. (That was back when video stores were still pretty thriving.)

We commiserated over wine and talked about our lives over the last two decades. Patty was very impressed that I'd let my sister (Karen) and niece live with me while Karen went to school. "Awww, that is sooo sweeeet," she said. "That is so nice of you. How are they doing now?"

"Oh, they're doing great. They're living back here in Bellewood now. Karen started with this company headquartered in Trentstown, but when she found out they were opening a Bellewood office, she was like, 'I'll run it! I'll run it! Pick me, pick me!' Hahaha. So they did!"

"That is just so great that you gave her a place to live so she could get that degree, and job and everything."

"Well, you know ... they're family. Oh ... speaking of which, my cousin is living with me now. She just finished nursing school, so she wanted to come to Trentstown to find work."

"How's that going?"

"Well, she hasn't found anything yet. And I really don't think she's looking very hard." Actually I knew she wasn't looking at all.

"Well, I wouldn't worry about it. How old is she?"

"24."

"Oh, well, she's young. She's just not looking forward to having to be a real adult, haha. I wouldn't push her."

I felt really at home with Patty, and I felt like we really understood each other. The more we talked, the more we looked into each other's eyes, and the closer to each other we sat. There came a lull in the conversation, and we were staring at each other, and smiling slightly. I leaned in to kiss her. Then I pulled back to look at her, and she was smiling. She kept her face where it was. So I leaned in and kissed her again.

She looked sideways to survey the crowd on the dance floor and standing around the hall. Then she turned back to me. "That will give them some gossip to take home, haha. Hey ... you wanna come to my place for a while?"

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Should we walk out together? Then they'll REALLY gossip. Haha."

"We might as well. They'll gossip more if one walks out five minutes after the other. Besides ... um ... I'll need to ride with you, because I don't have a car here." I explained that Kiera and Darcy and I had come to Bellewood together in one car, and I was relying on them for transportation.

"Oh. OK, well, why don't you call Kiera and tell her you have a ride home, 'cause I can take you back tonight. That is, if I let you leave, haha."

I called Kiera to tell her I wouldn't need a ride. When she learned the reason why, she razzed me mercilessly about having a date. "Ohhh my! Darcy, can you believe this? Davey has a date. Well, well. What is the young lady's name?"

"Patty."

"Well, isn't that sweet. Are you gonna bring Patty to your parents' house tomorrow so we can all meet her?"

"Ummm ... probably. I don't see why not."

"Yes, well, I think you should. I for one definitely need to get a look and see if I approve. You're not spending the night over there, are you?"

"Umm ... I ... um ... I doubt it. I don't know."

"No, you're not. Not on the first date. If it comes to that, tell her you can't stay, you have to get back to your aunt's house, and make her bring you back. But invite her to the dinner tomorrow, so she knows you want to see her again and aren't just trying to get outta there."

"Uhhh ... but ..."

"Davey. You're not gonna try and be difficult, are ya? You heard what I said. You're not spending the night. Be home by 2." Then she hung up.

I cleared my throat as I put my phone in my pocket. I prayed Patty couldn't hear Kiera enough to discern what she said. "All set?" she asked.

"Yep."

At Patty's house we drank a bit more wine and continued chatting. We sat on the couch in candlelight and had some music playing. I told her of the get-together at my parents' house on Sunday and that I'd like her to come. At that time, unlimited long distance on cell phones was not so common, nor did everyone even have a cell phone. Patty didn't have one, so we made plans to communicate a lot, in the coming days, by email and instant messenger. I suspected I'd want to come to Bellewood a lot more weekends in the coming months. 

We made out on the couch for a while, and Patty had me caressing her breasts on the outside of her clothing. We didn't go any farther than that, though, and I was glad she didn't seem to mind, because I was afraid if she opened my pants and found my dick tied up with a necktie, she would freak out. I kept considering going to the bathroom to take it off, but then where would I put it? If I tried stuffing it in my pants pocket, she would likely discover it from running her hands over that area. There was really no way to hide it unless I tried stashing it in her house somewhere when she wasn't looking. Then I'd have to worry about how to retrieve it.

She seemed to understand when it was time to take me back to Aunt Jane's. She didn't seem upset or offended, so I was relieved. I had her phone number, and I gave her my cell phone number so she knew for sure we'd make contact again.

When I went inside, Kiera was standing near the door waiting for me, smirking, with her arms folded. Darcy was sitting on the couch wearing her usual bemused expression. Kiera said, "Drop your pants."

By then I should have been used to such orders, but I always seemed to be taken off guard. When I hesitated, Kiera snapped her fingers. "Come on, come on. Drop 'em."

When I did, Kiera nodded and said, "Still have your tie on, good. Did you take it off at all over there?"

"No."

"Really? You didn't get lucky?"

"Uhhh. No, we ... just kissed."

Kiera turned her head toward Darcy. "Awwww. Isn't that sweet? Hahaha. They just kissed, Darcy. Such good kids."

Turning back to me and smirking some more, Kiera said, "Didn't even get laid, huh, Davey? Well, tomorrow night you gotta be home, so you kinda lost your chance, huh? Well ... you might have another chance, who knows. I can't wait to meet her. If we like her, Davey, we can always bring you back here so you can go out with your girlfriend again, hahaha. Say 'thank you' for being allowed to go on a date."

"Um ... thank you ... uh ... for--"

"Come over here and kiss my feet while you thank me, Davey. No, don't pull your pants up yet. Crawl over here and kiss my feet."

I slunk to the floor and crawled to Kiera, with my pants and belt clinking and dragging behind me. "Thank you for letting me go on a date," I said, as I kissed her feet. She reached over and smacked my ass a couple times. 

"That was just for fun. Haha. I couldn't resist, with your bare butt sticking up in front of me like that. Ew. I need to wash my hand now." Then to Darcy, "I touched his butt, Darcy. Gross. What was I thinking?"

"Hahaha, I don't know."

After changing out of my dress clothes, I went into Aunt Jane's room to go to sleep on my pallet. No sooner did I get settled in when my aunt said, "Davey. I hear you had a date tonight."

"Yeah."

"Did you eat her pussy?"

"Uhhh. I ... I mean ... no. We basically just met tonight. I mean ... I knew her in high school, kinda, but ..."

"You didn't have sex with her, did you?"

"Well, no. That's what I'm saying. We just met. We didn't ... you know ... we just ..."

"Well, what I'm saying is that if you like this woman, then whenever your clothes do come off, the first thing you need to do is eat her pussy. So if you'd told me you tried to fuck her, without eating her out first, I'd be very disappointed."

I sighed. "Aunt Jane ... I think ... it's ... um ..."

"What, Davey?"

"Ahem. Um. I think that's ... my business."

At that point, as I lay in the darkness, I could hear her getting out of bed. Then I heard her feet thud across the carpet. I was startled; it sounded like an angry walk. Then I felt a hand grab me by the hair of my head. "Owww!" I shouted. She pulled me up off the floor and before I knew it had led me out into the living room. Kiera and Darcy were sitting on the couch watching TV, and as we burst out of the bedroom, both turned their wide-eyed gazes toward us.

Aunt Jane spoke: "Your cousin is in here giving me lip. He needs an attitude adjustment. I was asking him what went on over there at his girlfriend's house ... what was her name?"

"Patty," Kiera said.

"Patty, right. I asked Davey if he went down on Patty, you know, to show her he cares about her pleasure and not just his own. And you know what he told me? That's none of my business."

"He SAID that??" Kiera responded, incredulous.

"Does he smart off to you like this, Kiera, because if he does, I'm tellin' you, you need to put a stop to that."

"Well ... he doesn't. No. But I think I know how to straighten him out. Drop your pants, Davey, and crawl right over here." She pointed to a spot in front of her. "Face that way. Darcy, go in where his clothes are and find his belt."

I stayed put on my hands and knees and thought, My belt? Oh my god, is she actually going to spank me with a belt? Right in front of Darcy? Sure enough, when Darcy returned and handed her the belt, Kiera doubled it, and brought it down on my bare butt with a rather weak and clumsy whack. She got a better grip and tried it again. This time it made a nice "pop", but it didn't really hurt. "Hmm," she said. 

Aunt Jane said, "You need to hold the other end until you're just about to release it." Kiera took that advice, and the next one landed very hard. "Owwww!" I called out. 

"Oooh," said Darcy. "That one had to hurt."

"It had better hurt," said Kiera. "That's the idea." She brought it down again. 

"OWWWW!! Ohhhhh. Ow, ow."

She continued whacking each cheek again and again, and it HURT. I wriggled and whimpered and whined as she kept pounding my ass. As she beat me, she lectured me on treating my aunt with respect, and how I should be glad I had the benefit of their advice on women, and how they were looking out for me and would help me not to blow it with another woman, since I wasn't able to keep the one I'd married. And after everything they do for me, I go out and shoot my mouth off. And when it came to what I did with my girlfriend, it certainly WAS their business, and I'd better hope they like Patty or I wouldn't even get to HAVE a girlfriend, etc. etc. 

"OK, OK!!" I begged. "I'm sorry! I'm sooooorrry!!"

When she stopped, I remained on hands and knees, and whimpered and panted. My ass was burning. The cool air on it almost hurt. Kiera brought the belt buckle around in front of my face. "Put this in your mouth. Now go stand over there in the corner. Put your nose in the corner, and put your hands down at your side. Go stand there 'til we tell you you can move." So I stood up, and since my pajama pants were still around my ankles, and she hadn't told me to pull them up, I shuffled over to the corner, with the belt hanging from my mouth, and stood. My bare ass, which must certainly have been red, was on display for everyone.

Aunt Jane joined the girls on the couch and had a cigarette. When she finished, she called to me, "Have you learned your lesson, Davey?"

"Yeth." I tried to speak without dropping the belt.

"That's 'yes ma'am'," Kiera corrected.

"Yeth ma'am."

"Are you sorry?" asked Aunt Jane.

"Yeth ma'am. Um thorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Um thorry thfor disthfwespeffeen you."

"Hahaha! What? You can take that belt out of your mouth, Davey, and come over here. Get on your hands and knees in front of me. You can kiss my feet while you're apologizing."

When I started to shuffle over, Aunt Jane told me to crawl to her feet. when I got there and started kissing them, she said, "Now what was that you're sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you."

"Will it happen again?"

"No ma'am."

"When I ask you a question, next time you'll just answer it and not smart off to me, right?"

"Yes ma'am. Next time I'll just answer. I'm sorry."

Occasionally I could hear Kiera and Darcy say something to each other, but there were talking low and I couldn't always make out what they said. I did hear Darcy say, "I love your family. So entertaining."

When they were all satisfied that I was sufficiently contrite, Aunt Jane and I returned to the bedroom. I was exhausted, but was I permitted to sleep right away? No. First I had to spend an hour or so under Aunt Jane's covers, with my face in her hairy crotch and sweaty ass crack.



Queen Kiera Ch. 03



Copyright 2011 Peter Omez, all rights reserved.


The next day, Sunday, we all slept late. I was awakened to Kiera's voice, when she popped her head into her mother's room to say, "Davey, it's 11:00. You need to call Patty and tell her we'll pick her up at 12. We all need to get up. Get up, Mom. Davey, make coffee."

As I stood in the kitchen yawning and scooping coffee into a filter, I became aware of how incredibly sore my blistered ass was from the belt beating Kiera had given me the night before. The wine I drank at the reunion, and at Patty's, must have numbed me a little and made the beating less painful at the time. That was hard to believe, but man, was I sore that morning. I just hoped I'd actually be able to sit down.

I called Patty on my cell phone and told her we would pick her up at 12. "Oh. OK. I just need to be at work at the video store at 4." I said I didn't think that would be a problem, but I'd ask Kiera to be sure. "Do you remember how to get to my house?" she asked. I did. Patty didn't have a cell phone, only a land-line residential phone, and this was before GPS systems in cars. So it was important to have directions then, or know how to get places.

The four of us rode in "Kiera's" car, the one that no longer belonged to me until Kiera got a new one. Now that she knew what kind of payment I -- or rather, she -- could afford, she would be shopping for a car as soon as we got back to Trentstown. Anyway, Kiera drove, and Darcy sat up front with her. Aunt Jane and I sat in the back, and apparently Patty was going to have to squeeze back there with us. We got to Patty's house, and I got out and went to the door. When she came out, we gave each other a little kiss and walked to the car. I opened the back door for her and let her in, then I started to get in beside her, but Aunt Jane said, "Get in over here, Davey." So I went to the other side, and we rode to my parents' house with Aunt Jane sitting between us.

They all introduced themselves to Patty, who was very sweet and pleasant. Aunt Jane quizzed her, asking all kinds of questions about her life, her job, whether she'd been married, whether she had kids, had she lived in Bellewood all her life, etc. etc. I didn't even get to talk to her on the way over. Also, Kiera and Darcy decided to each have a cigarette in the car before they got to my parents' house, where smoking wasn't allowed inside. I really wished that they would wait, at least for Patty's sake. But it didn't seem to bother Patty.

At my parents' house, Patty met my mother and father, my sister Karen and my little niece Maya, my Aunt Polly (my mother's other sister), my uncle Rick, and their daughter, my cousin Stacy, Stacy's husband, and their two kids. They all loved Patty. Who couldn't love her? Always smiling, so sweet and kind to everyone. Most of the women of my family had an edge to them. Obviously Kiera and Aunt Jane did, but Karen, for her part, could be kind of stern. And my mother was no one to trifle with, either. Patty was so refreshing, affectionate and warm. 

At one point, Patty and I were sitting on the couch, talking, and holding hands, and Kiera sat down in a nearby chair. She teased us a little over how we must have really hit it off at the reunion the night before, and how surprised she was when her cousin called her and told her he had a date. I felt really silly, having my imperious 24-year-old cousin talking to us 38-year-olds like we were a couple of puppy-love teenagers. But Patty blushed and giggled, and didn't seem to mind at all. Then Kiera made the color drain from my face when she said, "He didn't take his tie off at your place, did he?"

Patty said, "No. He didn't, actually. He loosened it." She thought Kiera meant the necktie I wore to the reunion ... the one actually around my NECK. 

"Loosened it?" Kiera's eyebrows went up. 

I said to Patty, "She doesn't mean my ... um ... it's ... it's ... uh, an inside joke."

"Inside joke," laughed Kiera. "Yeah. More like an underneath joke."

I stiffened up a little (and I don't mean in the crotch). Kiera was laughing, and Patty was smiling but looking at both of us quizzically. Then I saw Kiera lick her lips, and then kind of purse them as she stared at us for a moment. "Come here, Patty," she said, and suddenly got out of her chair and left the room. Patty immediately got up and followed her, so I reflexively lifted myself off the sofa slightly, starting to get up. But then I wondered if I should follow. Kiera always had a way of catching me off guard. I never knew what she'd do. But realizing she had only told Patty to follow, I decided I should stay put.

In a minute or two, Patty returned and sat back down beside me. She took my hand again, and smiled. She didn't say anything, so I asked, "What was that about?"

"She told me what she meant."

Once again, the color drained from my face. Surely Kiera did NOT just tell my new girlfriend that I had a necktie restraining my dick. She couldn't have told her that. Could she? No. She couldn't have, because if she had, Patty would have run out of the house screaming. Right? Kiera must have made something up.

"What did she tell you?"

Patty glanced around, and softly said, "She told me what she was talking about. The tie." Then she nodded at me as if to say, That's all I can say out loud. 

"But what exactly did she say?"

Patty brought her mouth right up to my ear so she could whisper and be sure no one could hear. "She told me she makes you wear a necktie around your dick."

My mouth dropped open. OH MY GOD! Kiera really did tell her! And yet, Patty came back to the couch to sit beside me? And she was holding my hand? How could that be? 

I took Patty by the hand and led her to the back door so we could step outside and talk privately about this. But when we got to the door, I saw Aunt Jane standing out there smoking. So we went to the front of the house and out the door. I asked Patty, "So ... she told you ... um ... uhhh ... what else did she say?"

"She said you're living there with her and Darcy, and she saw you get a boner one day, so since then she makes you wear a tie around your dick to keep it from popping up, and ... you know ... so you don't get a boner in front of them."

"Uhhh. And what did you say?"

"I said that made perfect sense. Seemed like a good idea."

"Uhhhh. Um. Really?"

"Yeah. It makes sense. Two very pretty young girls, living in the same house with you. I mean, I know Kiera's your cousin, but you're a man, and you get aroused. She also said you're supposed to keep it on all the time, so she just wondered if you took it off last night when you were with me."

"Uhhhhh ..."

"Then she told me she just ordered a locking chastity device for you, so once that's on, she'll know for sure you can't get a boner, or masturbate in the house. She said she doesn't want you masturbating, ever, because it grosses her out."

I was speechless. I just looked at Patty for a long time, with my mouth hanging open, and shaking my head slightly. Finally I asked her, "And you ... you don't ... think this is really weird?"

She shrugged. "It's unusual. But it makes sense to me." She sidled up closer to me, and put her arms around my waist. She turned her face upward, smiling and dreamy-looking. We kissed. She said, "I think it's really sweet. It's very considerate of you to do this for her, so she feels comfortable. This way she and Darcy both feel safe. They don't feel like they're living with a pervert."

They DON'T feel they're living with a pervert? To Patty, all this was NOT perverted? I guess it's true what Aunt Jane and Kiera say about me: I just do not understand women.

At around 3:30, Kiera asked Patty, "You need to be at work at 4, right? Do you need to go home first?"

"No, I have my purse with me. I can go straight there, and I can get a ride home." 

"OK. Well, you have 15 minutes, lovebirds. Then I'll take you to work, Patty."

"OK."

In 15 minutes, Kiera was back. "Give your girlfriend a kiss, Davey. I gotta take her to work."

Patty and I kissed, and then Kiera said, "Tell her you love her, Davey." I thought it was a little soon for that, but Kiera had really put me on the spot. So I said, "I love you."

"Awww," Patty said. "I love you, too." And we kissed again. "Call me tonight? I get home about 11:15."

"OK," I said. I was usually in bed by 11, and I had to work in the morning, but I knew I would be anxious to talk to her again. I watched her follow Kiera out the door. 

It was after 4:30 when Kiera returned. The video store wasn't far; it shouldn't have taken her that long. But I found out why she lingered there: As soon as she hit the door of my parents' house, she called out, "Daaarcyyyy!! Where are you, girl?" Darcy appeared from another room. 

"Yeah?"

"Come on, we're takin' a ride. You gotta meet this hot guy that works at the video store." 

Later that evening, we had a light supper at Aunt Jane's before heading back to Trentstown. While I did the dishes, Kiera and Darcy and Aunt Jane sat at the kitchen table raving about Patty. They loved her! She'd met with their approval. They were giving their blessing to the relationship. "She passed the test with flying colors," Kiera said. "The real test was when I told her I made you tie up your dick, and not only that, I'd just ordered you a locking chastity device. And she was like, 'Oh, OK, that makes sense.' Hahahahaha!! I thought, Ohhh-kayy! This one's a keeper. Hahaha. I could see Davey was scared shitless, but I thought, We've gotta see what this girl's made of. You should thank me, Davey."

I wasn't sure if that was an order, but I was learning it was best not to take chances. "Thank you, Kiera," I said. 

"YOUUU ... are welcome!! Put your dishrag down, Davey, and dry your hands. Then come over here and kiss my feet and thank me."

Once I had the car loaded, Kiera and Darcy and I headed home. I was able to snooze a little in the back seat, even with the loud music playing, and the cigarette smoke. Oh, and I also had to listen to them fawning over this guy Tyler, at the video store. How hot he was, how they all had each other's numbers and they were certainly gonna have to hook up with him whenever they came back to Bellewood, or how they were gonna get him to come visit in Trentstown. 

When we got home, they went in and of course made me unload the car. Kiera said when I got home from work Monday, I needed to start moving out of my room, and move my stuff upstairs, to the third floor. Darcy would be taking my room. (This made twice in as many months I was forced out my room to make way for a girl, as now I was apparently fully immersed in a Girl Power world.) I was to leave the bed in the room, since Darcy didn't have a bed to move. Also they were going to need me to help them move stuff from where Darcy was living now. I suspected that meant they would sit at the other place and goof off while they made me do everything. 

The third floor was a finished attic but hadn't been used in a while. It was mostly my storage area, but there were two bedrooms at the top of steep stairs. One was open, to one side of the landing. On the other side was a smaller room with a door. There were no closets. I didn't have a bed up there, so I'd either need to find myself a bed which could be carried up the narrow steps, or just throw a sleeping bag on the floor. 

Sunday night at about 11:20, I called Patty. Since Kiera and Darcy were in the living room watching TV, our phone conversation was constantly interrupted by Kiera telling me to bring them something to drink, or a snack, or whatever else popped into her head. I tried going upstairs to talk to Patty privately, but Kiera would keep calling me back downstairs. Of course Patty could hear what was going on, and it embarrassed me for her to know I was treated like the servant of the house. 

I asked her, "So what did you think of my family?"

"I love your family."

"How about ... ahem ... you know who [I lowered my voice] ... her majesty, my cousin?"

"Hahaha. She IS bossy. But there's nothing wrong with that. I like her. She's spunky. No one will ever mess with her. That's a good thing. I coulda used more spunk when I was living with the assholes I've lived with. You know?"

"Yeah. That's a point, I guess."

"And she's not mean-spirited. She REALLY cares about ... like ... about HER people. You know what I mean? I bet she's very loyal. She would defend the people she loves. She would fight for them, you know?"

"Well ... yeah ... I guess I see that."

"Oh, I need to tell you: When she took me to work, we drove up to the front of the store, and she was gonna just drop me off. But she looked through the front window and saw Tyler, this kid I work with. She's like, 'Hmmmm, who's THAT? Hold on, girl, I'm gonna park. I'm comin' in with you, you gotta introduce me to him.' Hahaha. So I did, and she stood there flirting with him for like a half hour. He stopped doing any work, so I had to wait on everyone, haha."

"Yeah, I heard all about TYYYLERRR on the way home, pff. How old is he?"

"I'm pretty sure he's only like 19. Kiera's 24, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hahaha. Cradle-robber. Then she left and came back like 5 minutes later with Darcy, and they both flirted with him. Hahaha. I had no help for like an hour, I was doing everything. One customer even said something like, 'Looks like your partner is in la-la land at the moment. Wonder why.' I'm like, 'Gee, I don't know', haha."

Then we talked about Aunt Jane. Patty said, "Your aunt looks older than I expected. How old is she?"

"She is ... mmm ... 59, I think."

"And Kiera's only 24? So does she have older siblings?"

"No, she's an only child. Aunt Jane was wild when she was young. I don't think she had any interest in family until she got old enough that she probably thought, 'Well ... the clock is ticking here, if I don't have children now, I'll never have any.' So she had Kiera, which settled her down, I guess."

"What about Kiera's dad?"

"He's dead. That was my Uncle Herb. He died just a few years ago. Heart attack."

"Oh, so he must not have been very old."

"Well, he was quite a bit older than Aunt Jane. He was around 70. He was in his 50s when Kiera was born. Anyway, yeah, it's weird because Aunt Jane is like the generation ahead of you and me, and Kiera's like a generation behind. So ... how'd you get home from work?"

"Tyler gave me a ride. Oh, another thing: On the way to work, in the car, Kiera said, 'So when are you comin' to Trentstown to visit us?'"

"Oh, she did? And what did you say?"

"I said, 'Well, I don't know. Soon, I hope.'"

"Oh, of course. You can come any time you want."

"Well ... I usually have Tuesday and Wednesday off."

"Great! Do you wanna come?"

"Of course. I could even leave tomorrow night after work, but I wouldn't get there until like 2 AM. Or I could just come Tuesday morning."

"Well, but then I wouldn't get to see you until I got home from work Tuesday. So if you want to come tomorrow night, I'd love that."

"OK." She said it with a lift in her voice. Her "OK" was always cheerful-sounding, unlike my usually reluctant, or resigned, "OK", uttered often to Kiera and Aunt Jane.

As happens when you're in love, I couldn't sleep very well Sunday night. I went into work tired on Monday, not only from too little sleep but because I'd had a very eventful weekend. Fortunately, I was able to snooze on the bus ride home a bit. But I still dragged my ass into the house after walking from the bus stop. Often Kiera and Darcy aren't home when I get home from work. I was hoping this would be such a day, so I could go inside and take a nap. No such luck. Without so much as a hello, Kiera laid out the itinerary for the evening: She picked out a car that day, so get changed out of my work clothes, because we were going to the dealership. (The car needed to be in my name, because without a job, Kiera wouldn't be able to get financing.) After the paperwork was done on that, the girls would drive the new car over to Darcy's apartment, and I was to follow. There was moving to do.

On the way to the dealership, I told Kiera that Patty would be arriving late that night. "Ohhhh, great!" she said. "Ooh, we should call her and tell her to bring Tyler!"

Darcy said, "Heyyyy, yeah!"

"Give me her number, Davey, I'm gonna call her and ... oh wait ... she doesn't have a cell phone, right? Well, wait, I can just call Tyler ... well, no ... I'll wait 'til we get to the dealership."

"I'll call him," offered Darcy.

"No, I'll call him."

"I can call him, what's the difference?"

"No ... no! Gimme that phone, slut, you're not callin' him. Gimme it! Gimme the phone!"

"Ugh, fine, I'll let you call him." Darcy started to put the phone away.

"No, don't put it away, give it to me. Gimme the phone, bitch."

"OK, OKaaay. Jeeezus. Bossy bitch." And she handed Kiera her phone. They continuing "arguing", but their tones were playful.

"You'll get it back after I talk to him. He already thinks you're cuter, I think. I want him to know he has to go through me to get to you. Remember, we agreed? We share this boy."

"I know. Gahhhd. Haha. Cunt."

"Slut."

"Skanky ho."

"Hahaha. You hear this shit, Davey? I'm gonna take your belt to HER if she don't shut up and behave."

"Nuh UH! I'll take the belt to YOUR ass. Someone needs to."

"Oh, bullll SHIT! You better remember whose roof you're living under. You're under MY roof now, bitch, it's MY rules. You better know your place. I'll demote you in the pecking order like that." She snapped her fingers. "You'll be lower than Davey. I'll give him back your room and make YOU move upstairs. Or I'll make you sleep in the garage, ya fat cunt." 

"Uh huh. Whatever."

They continued teasing each other, with Darcy sticking out her tongue at Kiera, and Kiera acting like she was going to backhand Darcy.

Then Kiera said, "It's very important to know your place. Isn't that right, Davey?"

"Ummmm..."

"God, Davey, why are you always so slow? The correct answer is 'Yes, Kiera, it's very important. And that's why I know my place, which is BELOW ... ALL ... WOMEN.' Say it." She kept her right hand pointing back at me while she looked forward, driving. 

"Um, yes, Kiera, it's important to know your place. Umm ... and I know mine, which is ... uh, below ... all women."

"Awwww," said Darcy. "Davey, you are such a sweetheart. Mwah." She turned her head enough to blow me a kiss.

"There you go flirting again," said Kiera. "Ya little slut. I'm watchin' you. I'm tellin' you right now, if you so much as lay a fingernail on Tyler before I do, I'll pull all your hair out."

"YES MAAA'AM!" retorted Darcy. Now Kiera kept her finger pointed at Darcy instead of me.

When we arrived at the dealership, Kiera parked and then called Tyler. He answered, even though he was at work, with Patty, at the video store. Kiera told him Patty was coming to Trentstown after work, and he should ride along. He said he couldn't, because he had to work on Tuesday. 

"Hmm," said Kiera. "Well, what nights are you usually off?" He said Fridays and Saturdays. "Get the fuck outta here," she said. "Really? Dude, you work at a video store and they let you off on the busiest nights? Wow. That's awesome." Then she found out he had worked the last Saturday night to cover Patty so she could attend the reunion. "You gonna come see us Friday, then? Or Thursday night? I oughtta make Patty bring you tonight and then take you back tomorrow, 'cause she owes you haha. We wanna see you."

My heart sank as I listened from the back seat. Was Kiera really going to cut my time short with Patty just so she and Darcy could see this kid again as soon as possible? Hell, she would have to go back to Bellewood before I even got off work. Patty and I would only get a little time tonight when she arrived, and then maybe a little time in the morning before I had to go to work.




Queen Kiera Ch. 03



Darcy's solution was music to my ears. "We can take him back," she said. 

"Ohhh!! Right! Of course. Oooh, in a new car, too. Hey! Tyler! We figured it out. Have Patty bring you tonight, and then Darcy and I'll take you back tomorrow in time for work. Yeah, what the hell, we don't mind. Plus I am getting a NEWWW CARRRR tonight, dude. Oh yeah. Yeah, seriously. We're at the dealership right now. OK, ya comin'? Well, let me talk to her. No ... yeah, let ... give Patty the phone. ... Patty ... how ya doin' sweetie? Hey listen, bring Tyler along when you come tonight. Then Darcy and I are gonna take him back in time for work tomorrow. While we're gone you and Davey can have some ALLLOOONE time, haha. But ... BUT ... listen: no fucking. You two aren't allowed to fuck yet, because my mom says, and I agree, that Davey needs to learn to please a woman with his tongue and put your needs first before worrying about getting his rocks off."

OH ... MY ... GOD! I couldn't believe my ears. I wished the back seat would swallow me up right then. I wanted so badly to take the phone from Kiera. My face was red as a beet, and it didn't help that Darcy was covering her mouth, laughing, and saying, "Oh my gawwd, hahaha."

She continued: "So you can make him lick your pussy all you want, but no fucking. Oh! Oh! And ABSOLUTELY no blow jobs! Oh god ... Darcy, I think I'm gonna puke, hahaha. Sorry, Patty, haha. Anyway, do NOT suck his dick. No! That tie stays on his dick, do not take it off. What? ... No ... well, no, I guess not. He just doesn't get to cum. No, not yet. Well, listen, we're lookin' out for Davey, and you too, hun. He already blew it with his ex-wife 'cause he couldn't satisfy her, she fucked around on him, he wouldn't eat her pussy, yada yada yada. But that's OK 'cause she was a bitch anyway. We love YOU! We want YOU to be satisfied. Understand? I can tell you're too much of a sweetheart to MAKE him do the right thing, so that's why we're here. Kay? OK, sweetie, wanna talk to Davey?"

Oh god. I wasn't sure I wanted to talk to Patty now. I fully expected to hear, "You and your family are fucking sick! It's over between us, GOODBYE!" With my mouth dry, I managed to choke out, "Hello?"

"Hiiii. I can't wait to see you."

"Uhh ... uh, yeah. Yeah, me too. I can't wait to see you." I looked to the front seat to see Kiera pretending to gag herself with her finger.

"So I guess we have our orders. Hahaha."

"Uhhhhhh ... yyyeah."

"Well, I should get there around 2."

"OK, well, I'll be in bed but the girls should be up, they usually are."

"Oh, yeah, we'll be up," said Kiera.

I continued. "So just come on upstairs and wake me up. Oh. Um ... we might have to sleep on a pallet on the floor tonight, 'cause there's no bed up in ... um, what will be my room."

"That's fine, I don't care."

"OK."

Then Kiera said, "All right, all right, tell her you love her, Davey, and let her get back to work, and we have a car to buy."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you, too," Patty returned. Wow. This woman was unbelievable. How could she love me when my whole life -- even my fucking SEX LIFE! No, OUR SEX LIFE! -- was being dictated by my domineering cousin, 14 years our junior?? I didn't understand it, but I certainly wasn't going to refuse it.

Kiera had picked out a very nice used car earlier that day, while I was at work. It was a 2-year-old sedan with about 9000 miles on it. More practical than I expected, and I was surprised it wasn't new. But she had told the salesman she needed a monthly payment around $400. Without me there, they couldn't guarantee that payment, since I'd be the one they needed to approve for financing. It turned out that we had to go with a 6 year loan and a payment of about $430. Kiera said fine. (It wasn't up to me, since she was in charge of all the money now.)

When we left, it was on to Darcy's apartment to get things to transport to the house. I was surprised that they both helped, to load both cars. But back at the house, they flopped on the couch and watched TV while I was expected to carry everything in. But I also had to move my stuff out of the second floor room, and up to the third floor. At around 11:00 I asked Kiera, "Um ... Kiera ... I'm gettin' really worn out, I was already tired from last night. Can I please go to bed now?"

"Not until that room's ready for Darcy to sleep in. Is all your stuff out?"

"Yes, but--"

"And is everything in from the cars?"

"Yes, I just got the last of it in."

"Darcy, go up and see if the room's OK for you. If it isn't, make him get it set up."

I followed Darcy's sumptuous behind up the stairs, and when we went into what was now her room, she said, "Hmmm. I can hardly walk in here, stuff's just piled everywhere. I need sheets on my bed. And since Tyler's coming tonight, I want it to be presentable. It's really a mess like this."

Kiera was impatient for the verdict. She yelled up, "HOW DOES IT LOOK!??"

Darcy called back, "It needs some arranging!"

"Well, make him do it, then!"

I was relieved to hear Darcy say to me, "OK, well ... I'm gonna help you, 'cause you're not gonna know how I want it arranged. And we still need to bring my dressers over later [she meant at a later time, not that night, thank God], and I have a nightstand that will go there. So we'll just place what we can, and at least get the boxes out of here."

She helped me for about 45 minutes, and then I was finally allowed to go to bed. But not before Kiera said, "You didn't get the dishes done, Davey, so make sure you do those before you go to work."

I don't think she thought my "OK" was enthusiastic enough, so she made me come downstairs. "Now kiss my feet and thank me for letting your girlfriend come to see you tonight." My head was so heavy, I almost fell over trying to get to my hands and knees. I thanked her, and kissed her feet, on this occasion covered in fuzzy ankle socks she'd been wearing all day. "And thank me for giving you and Patty sex instructions so you won't fuck up your relationship with her." I thanked her, and repeated what she said.

Darcy chuckled and said, "That always cracks me up."

"What?" inquired Kiera.

"The whole 'kiss my feet and thank me' thing."

"Haha. I know, right? I learned that from Mom. She used to do that to my dad all the time."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. It was hilarious. They'd be arguing, right, and sometimes I even thought Mom was wrong, but she'd just like, bully him until he gave in, and he'd be like 'OK, OK, yes dear'. Then he'd just clam up and stop trying to argue, and she'd go on and on ... like ... just givin' him hell, right? Then she'd be like, 'Now come over here and kiss my feet, Herb, and say you're sorry for being such an asshole.' Hahaha!! And he'd do it!"

"Right in front of you?"

"Oh yeah. My mom don't care, she don't give a shit. Hahaha. The woman is always right, isn't that right, Davey?"

"Um ... yes ... uh--"

"That's 'YES MA'AM!'"

"Yes ma'am."

"Yes ma'am what?"

"Um ... yes ma'am, the woman is always right." I was still kissing her feet as I pledged my allegiance to her rather female-supremacist viewpoint ... which I was beginning to understand much better, having gotten a glimpse into what poor Uncle Herb went through.

"C'mere Davey." She crooked her finger toward herself, evidently wanting me to move closer somehow. I scuffled on my knees and straightened myself up, while she bent her face closer to mine. Then she took my head in both her hands and kissed my forehead. "Go get some sleep until your girlfriend gets here. I'll show her up when she gets here. G'night."

As I started up the steps, Kiera said, "Oh wait. One more thing, Davey. Go up there and get two ties and bring 'em back down." 

Ugh. What was this about? I went to my third floor room, found two neckties, and came all the way back down to the living room. I handed Kiera the ties and she directed me back down to the floor, to my hands and knees. "Now kiss the bottoms of my feet this time and say ten times, 'The woman is always right.'" She turned her feet onto her heels so I could kiss the bottoms, or rather, kiss her strongly aromatic socks. As I kissed, I repeated, "The woman is always right." After several recitations, I realized I hadn't been counting. I was so tired. After what seemed like ten times, I stopped momentarily. Kiera was staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I said it one more time, "The woman *kiss* is always *kiss* right." 

"Good boy. Now come up here," meaning come closer but stay on my knees. "Face that way." I saw her slip a sock off and turn it inside-out, then saw her hands come around to my face. She pressed the sock against my mouth, and then braced it against my mouth with the middle of a necktie, which actually pulled most of the sock INTO my mouth as she drew the ends of the tie back, crossed them once, then brought the ends to the front, making a knot in front of my mouth. It was essentially a gag. Then she removed her other sock, turned it inside-out and put it over my nose. She secured that sock to with the other necktie, which also ended up knotted in front. Now I could only breathe through the socks. It made my breathing slightly more labored, but it wasn't too bad, except of course I had to inhale Kiera's foot scent with every breath. 

Darcy was rocking back and forth, she was laughing so hard. 

Kiera said, "OK, Davey, you know what this is for?" I shook my head. "This is so as you fall asleep tonight, you'll be thinking 'The woman is always right.' Because with every breath, you'll be reminded, 'The woman is always right.' This is to burn that idea into your brain. You're always trying to argue with me and Mom, even though we know what's best for you. There's no use in you trying to be what you THINK a man should be. Just do what your women tell you. That's how to make them happy. Why would they tell you if it wasn't gonna make them happy? Make the women happy, and you'll be happy. You'll be good for something. Understand?"

I nodded.

"The only thing worthwhile you've done in your life, Davey, is help Karen and Maya stay on their own. When you let Karen live here and go to school, and you paid their bills and helped babysit and all that, THAT was something useful. The rest of your life has been shit. Am I right?"

I nodded.

"Of course I am. So now you have me to look out for you, but you bitch and whine and complain 'cause you don't understand what I'm doing. Well, I know what I'm doing. Leave those socks on 'til Patty gets here. Don't gimme that look, I'll tell Patty why you have socks on your face." This last comment induced a fresh round of laughter in Darcy. 

"Just leave that to me," continued Kiera. "Trust, Davey. Trust ME. You don't think I know what I'm doing? Oh, what, you think 'cause you're older, you know what's up and I don't? Pff, right. Bullshit, Davey. You don't know shit. Don't try and figure out what the girls are doing, just do as you're told. I will tell Patty why I tied my socks to your face, and she will understand completely. Don't try and impress Patty or worry about what she's thinking, or do what you THINK you're supposed to do, and what you think a MAN does, and all that ... no. It won't work. It never worked before I got here. You're fucking 38 years old, and you're a fucking failure when it comes to women -- except, like I said, what you did for Karen. That was good. That's the kind of thing you're made for. Just do as you're told, and everything will be fine. So don't take those off until Patty takes 'em off you. All right. Good night. Mwah."

I trudged up the steps, stealing one last glance at Darcy, who was still looking at me and snickering. 

After getting blankets and making up a floor pallet big enough for me and Patty to sleep on, I found some candles to have at the ready, to light when Patty came up to the room. Then I let my heavy body go down to my makeshift bed. Lying on my side was most comfortable for my head, trussed as it was with two neckties. With each breath, I inhaled Kiera's feet, and with each throb of my dick, trapped in yet another necktie, I couldn't help but think, "The woman is always right." I felt so weak and wimpy. And HORNY. Oh god, so fucking horny. It had now been about five weeks since I'd had a satisfying orgasm. And the only time I'd "emptied my balls" was three nights earlier when Aunt Jane made me stand still and get stroked by her ... then she let go! AND started forcing my own cum into my mouth. Ack! In an instant what should have been a euphoric experience turned into a colossal -- and disgusting! -- disappointment. 

And now I was about to get some time alone with Patty, which would be wonderful ... yet ... we were forbidden from any sexual activity that would give ME any pleasure. KIERA SAID SO! Ugh. 

After the bizarre alchemic mixture -- of sexual frustration, helplessness, anticipation, "The woman is always right", and FOOT -- swirled around my tie-bound head for a few minutes, I drifted into a sound sleep. Hopefully the next sound I'd hear would be Patty's sweet and soothing voice.



Queen Kiera Ch. 04



Copyright 2011, Peter Omez, all rights reserved.

SUMMARY OF PARTS 1, 2, AND 3: 24-year-old Kiera, recent nursing program graduate, has put off finding employment, apparently to freeload and sponge off her 38-year-old divorced cousin Dave. With advice and encouragement from her mother Jane, Kiera has moved in and taken over Dave's house because he doesn't have the balls to stand up to her. First she makes him give up his larger bedroom so she can have it. He has to move into a smaller room, but then a few weeks later has to surrender THAT room to Kiera's best pal Darcy. Now he's living in the finished third-floor attic and doesn't even have a bed. 

It's under these conditions that Dave, pussywhipped servant to his younger cousin, will be hosting a visit from his new girlfriend Patty, who lives in Dave and Kiera's hometown three hours away. Patty is also 38; over her life, her luck in love hasn't been much better than Dave's. She sees something in Dave ... but also evidences a strange admiration for Kiera, whose intentions may actually be more noble, even if decidedly twisted, than is readily apparent.

As we join the action now, Dave is sleeping on a floor pallet in the attic, breathing through Kiera's worn fuzzy ankle socks which she tied to his face with two neckties before sending him to bed. Another necktie trusses up his dick in such a way that he can't get an erection without discomfort. Meanwhile, Patty is on her way from Bellewood to Trentstown to visit Dave. She will arrive shortly after 2 AM. Riding shotgun is her 19-year-old co-worker Tyler, whom Kiera insisted Patty bring along to visit Kiera and Darcy. Dave and Patty are under Kiera's strict instructions (which Patty accepted without argument) to restrict their sexual activity to cunnilingus. 

*

I almost thought I was dreaming when I heard noise at the bottom of the third-floor stairs. Then the overhead light came on, as Kiera had flipped a switch at the bottom of the stairs. I heard her say, "It's right up there, hun. G'night."

"OK, thanks," said Patty.

Kiera called up, "Davey, wake up, your girlfriend's here!"

Patty clambered up the steep stairs, carrying her purse in one hand, and an overnight bag in the other. I greeted her with squinty eyes, but couldn't really speak to her yet, as I had a mouthful of fuzzy sock. Patty smiled at me, slid the ties down under my chin, laid the socks aside, and kissed my lips. "Hiii." 

I smiled back. "Hi. You can turn that light off, I have some candles," pointing to the upstairs switch and lighting the candles.

Patty climbed on top of me, over the blanket, and we kissed. "How was your trip?" I asked.

"Good. Tyler never stopped talking except when he was on the phone with the girls ... well ... then he was still talking, of course. But that's OK. Kiera showed me around. You have a nice pool out there. You shoulda told me, I would have brought a swimsuit."

"Hmmm. Oh yeah. I didn't think about it. I hardly get to use it anymore because of Her Highness and all her friends."

"Hahaha."

"Maybe you can borrow a suit from one of the girls."

"Pfff. Yeah, right. That's very sweet, but they probably only have bikinis I couldn't fit into." Just then we both turned our heads because of noise coming from downstairs. Loud music was suddenly playing, and we could hear Tyler's voice, as he got boisterous. The threesome two floors below was evidently getting into the party spirit.

"Speaking of the pool, I wish they would go out and swim in it so we couldn't hear them," I said. "Of course then my neighbors would have to listen to them."

"Oh, just ignore 'em. They're young." She kissed my lips some more. Her body felt so good on top of me, and I felt so relaxed, looking into her affectionate eyes. 

"Well," she said. "I guess I'll change into my sleepy-time clothes."

"Oh yeah? Hmmmm. Do I get to watch?"

"Yes." She smiled. She took her top off and I took in the sight of her beautiful cleavage, accentuated with a necklace. She donned a white tee shirt and then slipped her jeans off. Then she stood above me smiling while she took off her bra, in that mysterious way women do it without removing their shirt. She let it fall to the floor and then slipped under the covers with me. As we embraced, and kissed, my dick started to stiffen in its infernal homemade necktie chastity trap. I winced, and as we caressed, Patty let her hand trail down to my crotch. 

"Ohhhh. Hey. I almost forgot. I need to see how this necktie thing works."

I felt incredibly silly knowing that my cousin had COMMANDED that I MUST NOT take the ridiculous restraint off of my dick, even in bed with my own girlfriend. And doubly silly that the first time Patty would see me with my underwear off was so she could inspect Kiera's invention. I pulled down my pajama bottoms and underwear so she could see. I also had to turn over on my stomach so she could see it from the back, which made her laugh. "Hahaha. It looks so silly from the back."

"I know." I rolled my eyes. But I knew Patty wasn't laughing at ME. She was just laughing because a necktie running up a man's ass crack and tied around his waist is just absurd-looking. No one could help but laugh, except the man wearing it.

"Mmmm," she said, as she rubbed my semi-hard penis. "Does it hurt when you get hard?"

"Kind of. It depends on how aroused I am, or how long I've been stimulated. Sometimes I wake up in the night with a hard-on and it REALLY hurts. I mean sometimes it's unbearable. I've had to take it off."

Patty's eyes got wide, and her eyebrows went up. "Take it off? But you're not supposed to ever take it off, are you?"

"Well, I know, but ... when that happens it's just SOOOOO painful."

"Well, if it happens while I'm here, tell me. I can run downstairs and get you an ice pack. That'll make your hardon go away. But you can't take it off, we'll get in trouble."

"What? Are ... are you serious?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm serious. Didn't you hear Kiera on the phone with me earlier? That's supposed to stay on, we're not supposed to take it off for anything."

Oh my god. We were like brother and sister afraid of getting in trouble with Mom. And right on cue, with her impeccable timing, came Kiera's voice, calling from the living room: "Paaattyyy!! Patty, c'mere!"

Patty jumped, and slid out from under the covers, calling back, "Coming!" She disappeared down the third-floor stairs, in socks, panties, and tee shirt. When she got to the second-floor landing, I heard her voice: "Yes? Oh ... oh my."

Kiera said, "Come down here."

"Oh, um ... well ... I don't have my pants on."

"That's fine, come down here."

I could still hear the music downstairs, and I heard muffled voices, and some laughing. First I would hear Kiera laughing loudly, then I'd hear Darcy's laugh. And now and then I heard Tyler laugh or get loud, saying, "YYYYYEEEAHHH!!" or "Woooo!!" I became increasingly uncomfortable, knowing Patty was down there with no pants on, and obviously the 19-year-old Tyler was down there, too. Several minutes passed, and then I heard Kiera say, "Wooooo!! Nice! GOOD ... GIRLLLLL!!" 

Somehow that made me very suspicious. I put a shirt on, and started down the third-floor stairs to see what was going on. Just as I got to the landing, I saw Kiera charging up the lower stairway, wearing nothing but panties. "What are you doing out of bed? Where do you think you're going?" Before I could think of a response (and mentally knocked quite off balance by the sight of Kiera's bare, jiggling tits), she took hold of both my arms and turned me around to face the upper stairway. "You need your sleep, you gotta work in the morning, get back to bed."

"But ... what's ... um ... where's Patty?"

"Patty'll be up in a minute, don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

"But--"

"Davey! Do you feel like gettin' your butt spanked tonight? You want me to drag your naked ass down here to the living room and spank you with a belt right in front of everyone, including your new girlfriend?"

"No."

"Then don't say another word, and get your ass up there!"

I sheepishly turned around and trudged up the steps. I felt like such an idiot. Kiera yelled at me loud enough that Tyler must have heard how she treated her older cousin -- the owner of the house ... well, at least on paper -- like an imbecile or a child. And Patty must have heard it, too. She knew Kiera was bossy. But bossy enough to spank me? Was THIS the point at which Patty would finally realize that getting involved with me was a mistake? That my family was just too fucked-up to make it worth a relationship with me?

And speaking of Patty, what was she DOING down there, dressed in only a tee shirt and panties? It just made me feel sick. Obviously Kiera was practically naked at this point, and with a 19-year-old boy down there that Kiera and Darcy were obviously ga-ga about, there had to be something sexual taking place. So ... what was Patty doing? Fetching them all beers? Holding a videocamera? Doing the dishes? 

I wanted SO badly to know. Go to sleep, Kiera says. Yeah. Right. I lay there wide awake in the candlelight. Finally after what seemed an eternity, Patty padded up the stairs. When her face came into view, she wore her usual sweet smile. What an angelic face she had. The very sight made all worry and trouble dissipate into nothingness. Well, that is, until Kiera's voice restored the somethingness, breaking in from downstairs, calling up, "Patty! We have to leave at 12:30 to take Tyler back! Make sure we're up by 11:30!"

"OK!" Patty called down.

"Have coffee ready for us!"

"OK! I'll make you some breakfast, too!" 

"What was going on down there?" I asked.

"Shhhhh," she said, as she lowered herself to straddle me, placing a knee on either side of my chest. I looked up at the white cotton panties covering her pussy, and she scooted forward until she lifted one knee, then the other, over my shoulders to plant them down on either side of my head. She brought her panty-clad pussy forward until it was over my nose. Then she pulled the panties aside, and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She gyrated very slowly, as I kissed her pussy. My dick stiffened in my necktie restraint, and I winced. I could feel pre-cum fluid oozing out onto my balls.

"Lick me," she said quietly, and I ran my tongue along her slit. Her juices tasted wonderful, and she was already very wet. I licked and licked as she fingered her clit, and her rhythm increased as she slid herself forward and backward over my mouth and nose. She reached down to grab the hair on the top of my head, as though to hold my head still, while she rode my face. 

"Ahhhh ... ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh ... Hhhhhhhh ..."

She wasn't loud, but she was vocal at first. Then as she continued cumming, it was mostly her breathing that indicated the level of her pleasure. Quick, sharp, exhales punctuated her orgasm, and meanwhile my poor, trapped dick twitched for all it was worth. I almost felt like I could cum even with my dick pointed painfully downward, and no direct stimulation except the necktie straining to hold me in place.

When her breathing returned to normal, she slid under the covers, snuggled with me and said, "Mmmmm. That was wonderful." She slid her hand down to my suffering dick. "How's he doing?"

I just whimpered. She returned a sympathetic moan, and made her lips pouty. "Mmmm, I know. But it'll be OK, it'll work out for the best. I love you." She kissed me. Her breath and lips were minty, which I hadn't noticed before she'd gone downstairs. 

"I love you, Patty."

"And remember, Kiera didn't say we'd never get to fuck. Just not yet."

Ugh. Kiera. Queen Kiera. Her Majesty. Running a household of loyal subjects who MUST OBEY HER RULES! It was so absurd. Whoever heard of a 38-year-old couple allowing the terms of their sex life to be a dictated by a 24-year-old woman? That could only happen if she were royalty, and they were peasants. What was it that made hard-working people like me and Patty jump at the command of an imperious 20-something, and put her desires above our own? And give her everything she wanted, out of the fruits of OUR labors? And step and fetch just to possibly win a small token of her approval, and avoid her wrath? It was like there was just something regal about her. It wasn't that she didn't have a job: Her job was to rule. 

Such thoughts made me momentarily distant from Patty. But she kissed my cheek and said, "Sleep." So I did.

In the morning, the alarm went off, and I felt soooo tired. At least I could be happy that Kiera had her car now. That meant I had a car again, and didn't have to take the bus to work. I didn't have to get up 45 minutes earlier anymore. I suppose waking up with the scent of Patty's pussy still on my face helped to revive me as well.

She kissed my lips and said, "Good morning. Are you getting in the shower first thing?"

"Yes."

"OK. I'll fix you some breakfast while you're in there."

"Ohhh, that would be great." We smooched again, and I got up out of our bed on the floor. 

"Do you have to shower with that tie on, too?"

"Yes. But then," I said, as I grabbed another necktie, "I have to put on another, dry one."

"Ohhh, OK. That makes sense."

As I made my way to the only full bathroom in the house, on the second floor, I noticed Darcy's bedroom door open. She didn't appear to be in the bed. Kiera's door was closed, and I wondered if she, Darcy, and Tyler were all three sleeping in Kiera's king size bed. That lucky son of a bitch, I thought. I never even came close to the opportunity to sleep with two girls when I was 19. And they were even "older chicks"! And he didn't even have to take them out! Some guys have all the luck.

After I showered and dressed, I went downstairs to find the wonderful, sweet, beautiful Patty smiling and setting the breakfast table for us. She made eggs, toast, some ham slices, and coffee. We sat at right angles and smiled at each other as we ate. "Don't worry about the dishes today, I'll take care of all that," she said. "I know you're tired. You don't have to do any chores this morning." She patted my leg. I thanked her and said, "I'm also supposed to clean up the pool area outside and pick up any cigarette butts they tossed on the ground, if they were out there. And bring in towels, glasses, beer bottles, etc. Whatever they left out there."

"OK, well, leave that to me."

"Thank you." I kissed her again. "So," I said, as I took a bite of ham, "What happened down here last night when Kiera called you down?"

"Well ... she told me not to tell you anything when I came upstairs ... she told me to go up and sit on your face and make you lick my pussy. Ahem. Um ... and she said if you asked any questions, to just say 'shhhh' and silence you with my pussy. So ... that's what I did. But now it's morning and ... hmm ... well ... I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you yet. Ummmm ... uh ... I'll tell you what. Let me ask her today if I can tell you about it when you get home from work."

"Uhhhhh ..."

"Just know," she said, as she got up from her chair and came beside me to hug me and kiss my cheek, "that I love you. I love you, and YOU are my man. You're my Number One. You're the only one I want. We're soulmates. Everything that's happened to both of us, and all the bad stuff we've each been through, has prepared us to be together. And we're going to be together now. OK? As for Kiera, she has our best interests at heart. So don't let anything worry you." She kissed my forehead. "I love you." 

Hmm. That made me feel ... kind of better. But I still felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. Methinks she doth profess (her love) too much. "Don't let anything worry you" sounded like the kind of thing you'd say to a man who should be worried.

I headed to work in my newly reclaimed car. It stank from the girls smoking in it, and of course they left the ashtray full of butts, and trash strewn on the floor. There were some sunglasses and other items lying around that I'd have to gather up for them, too. 

I wasn't able to talk to Patty all day because at that time she didn't have a cell phone, and I didn't have a landline phone at the house. I should have left my cell phone back at the house for Patty to use. Then I could have called from a phone at work. But I didn't think of it. I couldn't reach her through Kiera because Kiera would be sleeping all morning and then she, Darcy, and Tyler would be on the road back to Bellewood, so he could get to work at the video store that day at 4:00. I started calculating that if they dropped Tyler off and then turned right around to come back, they could be back in Trentstown as early as 6:30 if Kiera got a lead foot. I'd only have an hour home alone with Patty.

I decided to call Kiera. I found a quiet corner at work so that if Miss Unpredictable started yelling, none of my co-workers would overhear. "Hi ... um ... I was just wondering, um ... were you and Darcy planning to come back tonight?"

"Hahaha. I know what you're thinking, Davey. You want to know how much time you'll get to spend with your girlfriend without us around. Well, don't worry, Davey, I want you guys to have some time together. I mean, the answer is, I'll do as I damn well please, as you know, so if I want to come back tonight, we will. But I promise I won't bother you. I tell you what, if we get back and it's still early, I'll give you some money so you can take her out somewhere for a while. But I don't know, Darcy and I might spend the night here. That's just nunya."

"I'm ... I'm sorry, what was that last part?"

"That's nunya. You know, like nunya business?"

"Oh."

"But you know the rules. Keep your tie on. If I come back and find out you took that thing off or tried to talk Patty into fucking, or sucking your dick or ... oh god ... excuse me, I always get nauseous thinking of that ..." I heard Darcy and Tyler laughing in the background. "Anyway keep that thing put away. And if she wants you to go down on her, do it. Do it as long as she wants, too. Keep your face in that pussy until she's had enough ... not 'til YOU've had enough, 'til SHE's had enough." 

In the background Tyler said, "Ohhhh! Snap!" and was laughing loudly.

There was a pause. Then she said, "Davey ... I'm not hearing you say, 'Yes ma'am.'"

"Oh. I'm sorry. Yes ma'am."

"This should be automatic by now. 'Yes Kiera, whatever you say', 'yes ma'am', 'yes Kiera, you're right', 'yes ma'am I'll do it' ... I better start hearing that more, Davey."

"Yes ma'am."

"Make sure you keep up with the chores, too. I'm sure Patty will help you. But that's up to her, 'cause the woman is always right, Davey. Right!?"

"Yes ma'am."

Kiera waited a moment, then said, "Uuuuuughhh ... God! ... Davey ... you're lucky I love you 'cause you're such a fuckin' dumbass sometimes ... well, most of the time, actually. THE WOMAN IS ALWAYS RIGHT, DAVEY! RIGHT!!!??"

"Uh, yes ma'am. The woman is always right."

"Hahaha, therrrre you go. Good boy. Kay. Anything else?"

Well ... since she asked, I decided to get bold. "Oh ... um ... well, uhh ... OK, please don't be mad at me for asking, but ... um ... last night ... uh ... when you had Patty come downstairs--"

"Ah. That. Yes. Actually Patty asked me this morning if it was all right to tell you about that. I told her no, to wait until I got back home. I'll tell you about it then. So ... *I* will tell you about it, do not hassle her about it. Don't even it bring it up with her. Understand, Davey? You're not allowed to talk about it. That's girl business, it's nunya! Haha. Actually ... didn't I go over this last night, Davey? Don't you remember? I said do not try and figure out what the girls are doing, just do as you're told. Have you forgotten that already?"

"No."

"Well, obviously you have, 'cause you're asking questions, you're trying to figure it out. God damn, Darcy, does he have like the thickest skull or what? You hear him quizzing me on ... what? ... he wants to know why Patty was down with us last night and what was going on ... hahaha, shut up, Tyler ... Davey ... like I said, don't ... you ... you WORRY too much, kiddo! Just have a great time with your girlfriend tonight, and trust me ... like I said last night, trust me. I know what I'm doing. All right, I'm startin' to get annoyed with you now. Love ya, mwah." She hung up.




Queen Kiera Ch. 04



When Davey got home, the house smelled good because Patty was cooking dinner. Rarely in his whole adult life had Davey been treated to that. Patty came to the door and greeted him with a kiss, then said, "OK, this morning Kiera said not to let you change out of your work clothes until you came to the kitchen to help me get dinner ready. And ... um ...." She was blushing somewhat as she told Davey he was supposed to greet her at the door by going to the floor and kissing Patty's feet (which happened to be bare), and then when she turned around and pulled her jeans and panties down, he was supposed to "um ... french kiss ... um ... my butthole." She laughed nervously, reflecting the fact that it was certainly not her idea and something she'd never had a man do. 

They had dinner together, during which time Kiera called to tell them she and Darcy would be staying overnight in Bellewood, planning to party with Tyler after he got off work. They would probably be back tomorrow (Wednesday). As for tonight, they had called Darcy's roommates back at her old apartment to inform them Patty and I would be coming over to get more of her things to bring to the house. So we needed to do that, and also complete all the regular housework. Oh yeah, and Darcy had a bag of dirty laundry in her room, so we needed to start on that.

Ugh. My first opportunity to relax for a whole evening with Patty, just the two of us, but we wouldn't be allowed to cuddle on the couch and watch TV, or take a swim together in the pool. I was catching on to the fact that even if I could bring myself to rebel against Kiera's orders, I wouldn't be able to convince Patty to do the same. She seemed half-infatuated with my assertive young cousin. I suppose she saw in Kiera all the qualities that she herself lacked, and envied.

On the other hand, we did get to spend all the time together, and we were doing something active. We cooperated on all the chores, and the moving, so ... at one point I even allowed myself to consider that there was some wisdom in Kiera's direction. If ever there was an improbable sage, it was my tyrannical cousin, but ... Patty and I did seem to have much more to talk about than we'd have had just watching a movie. 

The time passed quickly, though, and when 11:00 came, we looked back upon the evening amazed at what we'd accomplished. We were able to move an end table, a small dresser, a shelving unit, and two lamps from Darcy's old apartment. After a quick phone call, we found out where Darcy wanted the shelves, so as I hung them, Patty arranged various furnishings and made her room look very homey. 

Then we went up to our bed, the pallet on the third floor. After we snuggled and kissed a while, Patty said, "OK ... Kiera says whenever I feel any sexual stirrings at all, I need to make you ... um ... lick me ... you know ... down there. Even if you're asleep, she says, or I feel a little guilty ... um ... she says I need to get past that. So ... I know you're really tired, but ... um ... oh and also, I'm supposed to ... um ... like ... push your head to ... my ... um, butthole ... when I think that would feel good."

Her talk was making me so hard, and the tie seemed especially cruel, holding my erection back. It was like I wanted so badly to just grab her, TAKE her, and make passionate love to her. But I couldn't. I wasn't be allowed to have any control, or unleash my will in any way. The only mode allowed me, for expressing what I felt for her, was to slavishly lick. 

"Also, she says I should always choose if I want to sit on your face, or if I want to lay down, and let you go to where my pussy is. She worded it ... um ... what was it? Oh, 'You can take your pussy to his face, or make him take his face to your pussy. But it has to be whichever YOU feel like at the time. Don't even think about his feelings.' That's what she said. I know. It sounds soooo mean." She frowned sympathetically. But I knew there was no chance she would deviate from Kiera's orders. She would do her level-best to carry them out.

She laughed nervously as she pushed my shoulders to indicate that I should slide down between her legs to lick her. She removed her panties, and I positioned myself on my belly, my legs sticking out the end of the covers. I had seen her pussy in the candlelight the night before. It was so beautiful. Tonight, though, under the covers, I could only smell, feel, and lick. I started slowly. I made passionate love to her pussy as though it represented everything I adored about her. As her rhythm increased, she would occasionally hold my held still so I could rapidly tongue her clit. Then she would spontaneously force my head downward while lifting her hips, and I would slide my tongue between her delicious ass cheeks. I would find her asshole and plunge my tongue in, then be treated to her appreciative coos. "Ohhhh ... mmmm ... ohhhhh that feels so good .... ooooooh ... hhhhh."

At one point she kept my mouth at her asshole for several minutes while she fingered her clit. It was difficult to breathe since my nose was more or less buried in her pussy. She seemed oblivious to my suffering, and the overwhelming sense of surrender from being so trapped awakened an indescribable, almost desperate desire to please her. I was sure her face must be registering the ecstasy she felt; I wished I could see it.

Once she was satiated, she pulled me back up to her. When my head cleared the covers, I gasped and took in several breaths of fresh air. She said, "Ohhh. You couldn't breathe under there?"

I said, "Well ... at first I could but with no new air coming in, it got harder and harder."

"Ohhhh. I'm sorry. I'll think of that next time and slide the covers over once I'm heated up enough."

We kissed. She said, "I loved that. I've never had a man do that for me for so long. Mmmmm. I wish I could do something for you." Again she wore that sympathetic frown. "But I can't."

"I know, it's OK. Actually you just did something for me, because you gave me a way to show you how crazy I am about you."

"Awww."

"I love you, Patty."

"I love YOU, Davey." She treated me once more to that beautiful, warm, loving smile ... it was magic, how that smile made me feel.

It must have been between 12:00 and 1:00 when we fell asleep, and it seemed I dreamed a lot and didn't sleep very deeply. In one dream, I was sitting and having dinner with some strangers when all of a sudden cum splattered all over them, on the walls, and on the table. In the dream, I realized I had just sprayed cum everywhere and didn't even feel it. My pants were even on, and it had somehow blasted through, and went all over the place. At first, no one else noticed. Only I could see there was cum on everything. One woman had poofy hair teased upward and stiffened with hair spray, and all atop the hair sat little glistening globules of cum. It looked like she wore a pearl-studded hairnet.

I sat mortified watching everyone eat. Then an elderly woman at the table inspected her wrist, frowned, and grabbed a napkin to wipe off white globs, their origin a mystery to her. Then the others noticed white droplets on their shirts, or plates, or drinking glasses. Someone finally identified the mess as semen, and they all turned on me angrily. One man picked up a knife and approached me to cut my dick off. 

A rush of fear made me wake up with a start, at which point I felt an incredible pain in my dick. It was one of those middle-of-the-night erections that made the necktie feel excruciatingly tight. I started moaning, and clutching at my crotch. Patty woke up and said, "Ohhh. What's wrong? Is it the tie?"

I could barely speak. "Hhhyes. Ahhhh. Ow. The tiehhh. Hhhhh, ohhhhhhhh." 

She darted out of bed, saying "Stay there." She almost slipped on the steep stairs leading down to the second floor. I heard her go down to the ground floor and knew she was going after ice. I couldn't imagine ice was going to feel very good, but it couldn't be worse than feeling like a strip of polyester was about to slice my dick off.

She came up with a ziploc baggie with ice cubes and water in it. I was sitting up, rocking back and forth, doubled over in pain, but she had me lie back. She slipped my pajama pants and underwear down. She applied the freezing cold bag, and it did NOT feel good. I reached down to push it away, but she slapped my hands, sharply uttering "Ah- Ah-. No, honey, you have to let it work. It'll work, you'll see."

I continued moaning. The ice actually seemed to hurt worse at first. I writhed and complained, but she kept up her ministration. I threw my head back wondering how I could bear the ordeal; it was like a painful medical procedure that you simply can't escape, but it helps somehow to be aware how calm your doctors and nurses are. 

So I trusted Patty and just lay deliriously as my eyes wandered around the ceiling. Finally I became aware that she'd lifted the ice pack off of me, and though my genitals were still freezing, I couldn't feel the pain of the necktie. My dick was numb, so I could only feel Patty's fingers very faintly, but she inspected the area of my dick against which the tie had pulled so tightly, and said, "Oooh. It's so red and swollen."

That didn't sound good. Then she said, "You have, like ... a puffy area here ... like a big blister."

Oh, great. Then I felt the most pleasant sensation in the world. Patty's wet, affectionate lips were kissing my penis. I looked down at her, surprised. She looked back up and smiled. "Shhhh," she said, "Don't tell Kiera. But ... she didn't say I couldn't kiss your dick. I just can't suck it. I couldn't suck it anyway with this on here. Hmmm. Well, this was really hurting you tonight, I can tell. Is it always this bad?"

"Well, I've never seen signs of injury, like you're describing, but it always hurts when this happens, yes. Tonight was the worst, though."

"Hmmmm. Well ... you know ... when she switches you to that plastic chastity device ... by the way, she showed me on the computer what it looks like ... it might hurt like this in the night, but it won't pull hard on one area like the tie does. You know what I mean? So it won't leave marks like these."

She came up to lay alongside me with her head on my shoulder, kissing my cheek and neck as my pain subsided. Her hand lazily explored my chest, under my shirt. The frequency of her kisses increased, then I felt her start to wriggle a bit, and she threw a leg over my mid-section. Soon I heard "mmmmm" from her throat. She seemed conflicted, as though trying to build up the courage to say something on her mind. Then she exhaled, reached down to take the ice-pack and hand it off to me. 

"I'm sorry," she said, "But I really want you to lick me. So I have to make you. Hold onto this so if you start to get hard and it hurts, you can put this on your dick." Then she climbed up and mounted my face. It made me stiffen immediately. And yes, it hurt. I held the freezing bag against my dick, but tried to concentrate on licking Patty's pussy. She ground herself on my mouth and nose, and every one of her moans and coos made my dick twitch. I winced, moaned from discomfort and frustration, on the verge of crying. But I could only lick, and lick, and lick, and inhale her pussy with every breath, and taste, and feel her juices on my nose, all over my lips, on my chin .... She would even slide up as far as my forehead, grinding on the bridge of my nose, while her ass cheeks smeared pussy juice and saliva and sweat all over my face.

Just when my dick seemed sufficiently soothed that I could remove the ice pack, it would stiffen again and start a fresh round of torment for me. Occasionally my whimpers were so pronounced that Patty had to know I was in agony. It didn't seem to break her concentration at all. Other times, the intensity of my groans seemed to be answered by her increasing her rhythm even more. She seemed lost in her own enraptured world. I licked ... and licked ... and groaned ... and licked ... and whimpered ... and licked. 

When she finally finished, her face look so relaxed. So content. She cuddled up beside me. She laid her arm across my chest. She kissed my neck. And it seemed, in only a minute, she slept. Her eyes closed and her mouth still wore a faint smile. 

She was asleep. I was just as awake as I'd been the entire last hour. My dick throbbed. My balls tingled. My whole body seemed to buzz. The ice pack was still handy, and I kept having to return it to my crotch to do its work. I whimpered. Patty didn't hear. She slept.

I was sooooo horny. And in so much pain. And my crotch was so cold, and the cold radiated out to my chest and thighs as well. It was so unfair. I had to get up soon. I had to leave for work in just a couple hours. Patty could sleep as long as she wanted once I was gone. She didn't have to work. She slept now. It was so unfair. 

At some point I drifted off. But it seemed I'd just gotten there when the alarm went off. I groaned. I turned it off, and kissed Patty. She didn't respond. I gathered clothes and a fresh necktie, so I could head to the shower. Patty didn't budge, so I said, "You can go ahead and sleep until I get out of the shower." She didn't seem to hear me.

After I showered, I came back upstairs to dry off and dress. I thought the noises would tease Patty into waking, so we could enjoy our little morning time before I left. I kept looking her direction as I dressed. She had turned on her stomach while I was in the shower. If she did open her eyes, she wouldn't see me without craning her head back. 

She didn't budge. From her inaudible breathing I knew she was sound asleep. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I lay atop her body but held myself up with my palms on the floor. I lowered my head to hers and kissed her cheek. "Patty," I whispered. Her eyes opened just a tad, and she smiled. She pursed her lips to kiss the air. 

"I'm ready to go downstairs," I said.

"Mmmm. OK," she replied, barely audible. "I'll see you when you get home."

My heart sank. She was going to stay in bed? I was silent for a moment, trying to formulate a reply that wouldn't betray my disappointment. "Um. OK. I love you." I kissed her cheek again. 

"I love you, too," she whispered, with her eyes closed.

I stood up with what could only be described as a full-body pout. After standing still a moment in the twilight and looking out the small dormer window, I walked sadly down the stairs. 

PART 5 COMING SOON.....



Queen Kiera Ch. 05



Copyright 2011 Peter Omez, all rights reserved

REVIEW: While Kiera and Darcy are in Bellewood partying with their 19-year-old boytoy Tyler, Dave and Patty spend quality alone time at the house in Trentstown ... the house Dave purchased 7 years ago but which, these days, can only be considered KIERA's house. Her rules govern everything Dave and Patty do, with the result that the normally sweet, agreeable Patty has subjected her beloved "Davey" to two long pussy-licking sessions which seriously cut into his sleep time. To make matters worse, Kiera's infernal necktie chastity restraint device inflicted unusually severe punishment to Dave's penis during the night, requiring several exhausting ice-pack applications. To make matters worst of all, in the morning Patty couldn't be roused to join Dave for a little togetherness, before he leaves for work Wednesday morning. 

Dave feels hurt as Patty slumbers soundly upstairs, and it's here that we begin... 

PART 5 ("Tyrants are People, Too")

In the kitchen, I stared into the refrigerator. It was full of food, but my eyes registered nothing. I was preoccupied. When we experience new love, our emotional state is so precarious. Just hours ago, with my face under the covers and buried in Patty's pussy, I felt like I occupied the center of her universe. Now, standing in the kitchen, alone, I felt like an exiled nomad, thousands of miles separated from her presence. It was a cold, empty feeling. I missed her. 

I couldn't bear to wait until I got back home before seeing or talking to her. So I remembered that I could leave my cell phone at the house for her use, and call her from a phone at work. I left it on the dining room table that morning, with a note. Along with instructions, I made sure to mention I loved her.

When we spoke by phone later, Patty said it was lonely when she got up, and she had missed me. She wished she had gotten up with me, but, she said, her body had felt so heavy, and she had felt so cozy that morning, she just couldn't budge. She'd been fully relaxed from all that pussy-licking. But, she expected, nights like that would be rare in the future. She was sympathizing with how tired I was, stuck at work. 

So that made me feel much better. It gave me a lift, and the rest of the workday went smoothly. 

When I got home, Patty came to the door, where we repeated the previous day's ritual, according to Kiera's instructions. I went to my knees and lowered my head to the floor to kiss her bare feet. She cooed, staying put for about 20 seconds. Then she turned around, slipped her jeans and panties down, and I tongued her asshole. Then, again per Kiera's orders, since I wasn't allowed to change clothes yet, I followed her to the kitchen to help with dinner. 

At that point she informed me that Kiera had called to say she and Darcy were on her way back. They should arrive around 6, and we were all going to sit down and eat dinner together. After that, Kiera said, we were having an important "family meeting" in the living room. 

When Kiera and Darcy arrived, they made me go out to bring their things in from the car and take them to their rooms. Darcy surveyed our work in her bedroom, and was pleased with the furnishings and shelves. Then the four of us sat down at the dining room table. Kiera sat in the seat anyone would have thought of as the "head" of the table, with me on her right, closest to the kitchen in case someone needed me to fetch something. Darcy sat on Kiera's left. Patty sat at my right, and across from Kiera.

At one point, Darcy said, "Megan and Ashley are kinda pissed at me for moving out, 'cause they said they were counting on me finishing out the lease period. So now they have to pick up my share of the rent."

"How much was that?" Kiera asked.

"250 a month, so since there's 3 months left, they say I owe them 750 dollars."

"Hmmm." Kiera frowned. "Well, I don't wanna piss them off, 'cause they're pretty cool. So ... I guess we're gonna have to pay it, but we can't pay 750 right now. I'm not even sure we could come up with a hundred this month."

I chimed in. "With a part-time job you could easily come up with that much."

"Who, me?" Kiera asked.

"Well, I meant Darcy but--"

"Davey, who asked for your opinion on this? Are you in charge of the money?"

"Uhhhh ... well ..."

"The answer is no. You're not. Duh. I am. When there's a money issue, I'll handle it. You keep your mouth shut and do as you're told unless I ask your advice."

My response was a bit mopey, and Her Royal Highness got royally pissed. She dropped her fork to point at me. "Davey, I'm this close to slappin' you. Don't sit there and pout when you know fuckin' well you were out of line by even suggesting Darcy get a job. That's not for you to suggest. If I want her to work, I'll send her to work. That has nothin' to do with you. I know what you're tryin' to do, you're tryin' to be a man and be the problem-solver and the one who has all the answers. There are three women here, and any one of us can damn well figure out how to come up with a few hundred dollars. We don't need your man-help."

She paused for a moment, glaring and pointing at me, then picked up her fork. "OK, Davey, I'm done lecturing you, so what do you say?"

For a moment I thought she was asking for my thoughts or opinions. So I was a little slow ... but then I caught on to what she meant. "Yes ma'am," I said.

"Good boy." She treated me to a little smile at that point, and even gave my hand a pat. At the same time, Patty reached under the table and gave my thigh an affectionate squeeze. 

A few minutes later, Darcy was in mid-sentence talking about something else when Kiera suddenly straightened up in her chair, dropped her fork, clapped her hands together and interjected, "Oh! Oh! I've got it! Patty. When you get back home I need you to get a waitressing job doing lunch shifts. Every waitressing job, they always need more servers to come in and do lunch, 'cause no one wants to do just that, everyone wants night shifts. You tell 'em you only want to do lunches."

"Ummmm," said Patty. "Well ..."

"What's wrong, hun?"

"Well ... I've never done waitressing before."

"Oh, it's easy, you can do it. And you'll be great, too, 'cause you're sooo sweet, and you're nice to everyone and want to make everybody feel good. You're perfect. Actually lemme tell you ... you're even more perfect than most of the girls who do it, 'cause most of them are bitches. Hahaha. Like me. I did it, and I'm a bitch. I still made good money. But I know you, you won't complain about your sidework and bitch about the customers and bitch about how shitty your tips are and all that. While the rest of 'em are bitchin' you'll just doing your job and making all the customers happy, and they'll be tippin' you like mad."

"You think?" Patty smiled shyly.

I noticed that Patty's only concern was whether she was sufficiently qualified to wait tables, not whether it was appropriate for Kiera to demand she work a second job to pay a debt for someone who was working NO job. Naturally, I thought my "man" solution was much more obvious, but if Kiera was so determined to support Darcy (from my income, no less) and didn't want her working, then shouldn't KIERA be the one to get a job? She had more earning potential than Darcy anyway. I certainly thought it was tremendously unfair for Kiera to expect PATTY to be the one to bring in the money they needed. 

And ... I made the mistake of opening my mouth again.

"But ... won't Patty have to work on Tuesdays and Wednesdays then?"

Kiera glared at me. There was a long, awkward pause, during which I half-expected a hard slap to land on my face at any moment. Patty broke the silence, laying her hand on my arm and saying, "Shhh."

Kiera stopped staring me down long enough to take a bite of her food. Feeling grateful that I'd been shown some mercy, I said, "I'm sorry."

Everyone was silent while Kiera took another bite. Then she said, "Davey, if Patty doesn't have days off anymore to come visit, you'll just have to go to Bellewood every weekend. You're the one who should have to spend all the hours in the car to make the relationship work anyway, not her. And I know she works Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, but that's OK 'cause I'm sure with workin' two jobs she'll have dishes that need done, laundry, vacuuming, etc. You can deliver food to her at the video store when she gets hungry. She'll be tired when she gets home and might need her feet rubbed, or a nice, hot bath or something. Anyway there'll be plenty for you to do while she's working. I'm sure Mom'll have chores for you at her house, too."

"Yes ma'am."

"We need to get you a cell phone, too, Patty. Damn. Darcy, I might have to send you to work after all." She let that thought hang in the air for a moment, then said, "What do you think of that, Davey? Darcy getting a job?"

I glanced around the table before answering. "Um. I think ... uh, I think that's up to you."

She smiled and crooked her finger, indicating I should come toward her. When I leaned in her direction, she wrapped her right hand around the back of my neck, pulled me to her, and kissed me on the forehead, with a "mmmmwah! Good BOY, Davey, that's the right answer."

Strangely, I felt very proud.

When we finished eating, Patty stood up to start clearing plates, but Kiera said, "You and Davey can leave this for now. Everyone into the living room. Family meeting!"

When we were all in the living room, Kiera said, "OK, Patty, go upstairs and get five ties and a dirty pair of your panties, like the ones you wore yesterday or whatever. Darcy, sit there." She pointed to a recliner. I started to take a seat on the couch, but was told to kneel on the floor, about a foot or two away from the couch, and facing it. Patty returned and handed Kiera the neckties. "OK, sweetie, go in and get one of the dining room chairs. We're gonna put it right here behind Davey."

Kiera stood beside me as Patty brought in the dining room chair and positioned it behind me. Then Kiera said, "OK, take your jeans off, hun. OK, now take your panties off and put 'em in Davey's mouth. Now let me show you how to gag him." And Kiera tied the necktie around my head so that a knot in front of my mouth held the panties in. It was also tight enough that my mouth was held open. "OK, now take these other panties and hold them over his nose so he can smell your pussy on 'em. Good. Hold 'em right there." Then Kiera used the other tie to hold this pair of panties in place. My breathing became heavy as I tried to draw oxygen in, past both pairs of panties. Then Kiera tied my wrists behind my back with a third necktie. A fourth went around my ankles, and the fifth connected the third and fourth together, so I couldn't stand up. "OK ... now have a seat right here behind Davey, 'cause what I'm about to tell him might upset him a little, and if it does, you can hug him, and kiss him, and comfort him, OK?"

Hmmm. I did not like the sound of that.

Kiera sat on the couch, directly in front of me. "OK, Davey, I'm gonna tell you what happened the other night while you were in bed. And I'll tell you right now you're not gonna like it, but that's because you won't understand it. I will TRY MY BEST TO EXPLAAAIN it to your dumb ass, but if I know you, we'll probably have to go over this again a couple more times before your pea-brain can really get it.

"Now before I tell you, keep in mind this was two nights ago, and since then you and Patty have had a wonderful time together, right? And you know she loves you. So that should help you put this in perspective.

"OK, now, Tyler ... let's talk about Tyler. He's an immature little punk. OK? He's not boyfriend material for anybody right now, he's got a lot of growin' up to do. But he also happens to have a huge dick. I knew when Darcy and I met him at the video store. I said, This guy's packin' some serious meat. I could just tell. Here's something you may not know about women, Davey, we can tell if a guy has a huge dick. It's in the way they act. 

"Now ... someone like Tyler is only good for sex. I wouldn't date him, and I wouldn't let Darcy date him. But for partyin' and havin' some fun? Oh hell yeah. So we're down here in the living room, we're all drinkin', we're partyin', and before you know it, Darcy and I have got his dick out, and we're both blowin' him. 

"Now ... Davey ... listen very carefully. Tyler is 19 years old. He's at his sexual peak. Men reach it early, as your dumb ass may or may not know. But women reach their peak later. Patty is 38. She's in HER sexual prime. She has needs she doesn't even know she has. You've met her right at the point in her life when you're not gonna be able to keep up with her. And if I let YOU be the one who decides what you and Patty's sex life is like, you will fuck it up COMPLETELY.

"Now since you're not gonna be able to satisfy all of Patty's sexual urges, you're gonna need help from others. Patty, left to her own, would not seek out others. She would just settle for not being completely satisfied. But I'm not gonna let that happen."

I really didn't like where this was going, and it showed in my furrowed eyebrows. I was already starting to cry as well, in anticipation of the news that Kiera must have put Patty and her punk-kid co-worker together while I lay upstairs alone with a necktie around my dick. I wasn't sure I could bear the details.

"Now like I said, no woman in her right mind would fall in love with Tyler, at least not now. 'Cause he's just a stallion. He's out there wild, just lookin' to score as much pussy as he can. Well ... I mean ... Darcy might fall in love with someone like that without me there to stop her, but ... I mean, he's not ready to settle down with one woman. 

"So ... I asked Tyler what he thought of Patty, and if he ever thought of tryin' to tap that cougar ass, hahaha. And he's like, 'Whaaa? Pfff. No! Patty's like 40 years old.' I said, 'So? You never been with an older woman?' He goes, 'Not THAT old, she's like my mom's age.' So I called Patty down here to teach them both a little something."

Oh, no, I thought. Here it comes. I was already crying, and by my breathing Patty knew to hug me from behind. She kissed the top of my head.

Kiera paused. She studied my face carefully (what she could see of it). She exhaled heavily. She pursed her lips. She uncrossed her legs and then crossed them the other way.

"Now Davey, I'm gonna give you a choice. You could choose for me to stop right here. 'Cause I've really made the most important points already. Number 1: Sexually, Tyler and Patty each have impulses that match well at this point in their lives. Number 2: The only thing Tyler has to offer any woman is sex. Number 3: You have NO HOPE of satisfying Patty completely. Number 4: She loves you, and you love her. 

"So I don't even see the point in saying anything else, and if you've really been learning what I've been tryin' to teach you, then you'll realize you don't really need to HEAR anything else. So we could just stop. 

"Or ... you could choose to hear the details. When you hear them, you SHOULD be happy for Patty and say, 'That's great. I'm glad you had fun, dear.' But you're probably gonna pout and feel sorry for yourself instead. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you get pissed at Patty for this. You can be pissed at me all you want, I don't give a shit. I can take it, Patty can't. 

"So what's it gonna be, Davey? You want me to go on?"

My heartbroken face nodded up and down. Kiera sighed. 

"Well ... I'm kinda disappointed to hear that, Davey. 'Cause you should just accept that the girls knew what we were doing. On the other hand maybe hearing about this will turn you on in spite of yourself. That might be good, 'cause I'm tellin' you right now it won't be the last time Patty gets some playtime that doesn't involve you. So you might need to just learn to get some enjoyment out of it.

"All right ... well ... I told Patty to come down here, and Darcy and I were already naked or close to it, Tyler's sittin' right here where I'm sittin', with his pants down and huge dick pokin' up. Patty comes down in her tee shirt and panties, and she's like 'Oh my.' Haha. She didn't expect to see us gettin' freaky down here. I made her come down and see Tyler's cock. I'm like 'Did you have any idea your co-worker was packin' this??' She's like 'Ummmm, well, no, I never really thought about it.' I said, 'Well ... you will now, hahaha.'

"I said, 'Come here Patty' and led her right to where you are now, Davey. I made her get on her knees right here in front of Tyler and watch while me and Darcy got on either side of him and took turns suckin' his dick. 

"I said, 'Does that look hot, Patty?' She said yes. I took her arms and guided one hand to her pussy and one to her tits and told her to rub herself through her clothes. I made her watch a little more while she rubbed herself, then I asked Tyler if he ever had three girls suck his cock at the same time. He said yes. Hahahaha! I wasn't surprised. The little shit. Hahaha.

"I said, 'Get on in here, Patty, and suck Tyler's dick with us.' I could see in her eyes, Davey, she was hungry for it. She wanted it BAD. But she can't help it, Davey. That's what you have to understand. It doesn't mean she doesn't love you any less. It's just she's peakin'. See, Davey, I took anatomy and physiology and all that, and I know about this stuff. I'm a nurse; I know about hormones. When women get to the end of their childbearing years, especially if they haven't had any kids, their body makes them desperate for sex, like it's tryin' to trick 'em into getting pregnant. She's gotta have it, she can't help it.

"Now I doubt seriously if Patty's on any birth control, so I wasn't gonna let Tyler fuck her. But suckin' his cock? Absolutely! Hahaha. Of course now, when she's back in Bellewood and I'm not there to keep an eye on her, I can't prevent her from gettin' knocked up by him, but ... that'll be her choice. If it happens, I guess you'll finally get that family you always wanted. 'Cause you know damn well Tyler ain't raisin' no kid. And if you think I'd let YOU walk away from it, you're livin' on another planet. No way would I let you abandon her when she'd need you the most.

"Anyway ... I made her suck Tyler's dick, and while she was doin' it I reached down and played with her pussy. I told Darcy to rub and squeeze Patty's tits. And Patty put us to shame with her cocksucking. Hahaha. Oh my GOD! She was hot! So of course Tyler's like 'YYYYYYEAHHH!! OHHH FUCK!' She was slobbering all over his cock. Oh god it was fuckin' HOT. So I said, 'Not bad, huh, Tyler?' and he was like 'Fuck. I never woulda guessed she could give such a hot fuckin' blow job. God DAMN!'

"So then, I'm like 'OK Tyler stand up and really give it to Patty good, I mean, just grab her by the hair and FUCK that face.' So Darcy and I sat back and watched the show, and this little fucker stood up and just started drilling your girlfriend's mouth, hahaha. He's chokin' her, she's gagging, he's got her by the hair and he's just POUNDIN' her mouth. It was right about then I heard you start to come down the steps, and I came up and stopped you. You weren't ready to see something like that, Davey. Some time you might be able to handle it, you might even enjoy watching it, but it wasn't time yet.

"So then he's got Patty on her hands and knees, and he's holding her head with both hands and just rockin' back and forth, fuckin' the SHIT out of her face. And you shoulda seen the look in her eyes, Davey, she was just ... like ... drunk with pleasure. And Tyler reaches down and tries to slide her panties over so he can smack her ass while she's suckin' him. I helped him out, I came around behind Patty and slid her panties down to the middle of her thighs. He starts slappin' her ass, and she's goin' 'nnnh, nnnh, nnnnnh!'




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"Then all of a sudden he pulls her by the hair and throws her on the couch so she's lyin' on her back. I said, 'Don't fuck her, Tyler.' He's like, 'Mmmm, fuck! Why not?' Hahaha. He really wanted to. It was like he forgot all about me and Darcy, haha. Like he thought we were ugly all of a sudden. He had no idea a woman twice his age could be so hot. So he's like, 'OK, I'll just make her swallow my cum.' 

"I can see how devastated you are, Davey, but you know what, you asked for it, so you're gonna hear it all.

"So she's on her back, here on the couch, and he bends her head back over the side and goes back to fuckin' her face. But now he can get to her tits and her pussy with his hands, so he pulled her shirt up and started squeezin' and slappin' her tits, and fingerin' her pussy, and SLAPPIN' her pussy, and she's just lovin' it. At one point her hand was down there rubbin' her clit, and I grabbed her hand and it took it away. She's like 'mmmmm', whining. I said, 'No, don't rub yourself, Patty, let him slap your pussy. Slap it, Tyler.' Then now and then I stuck my finger in her twat, and she's like ... squealing. And she was SOOO fuckin' wet.

"So was this little slut," she said, pointing to Darcy. "She came back and stood behind Tyler, she's rubbin' his chest and fingerin' herself at the same time, kissin' on his neck and shit. She's tryin' to get him to kiss her on the lips, but I don't even think he knew she was there hahahaha! 

"I stuck my finger in Patty's pussy and just held it still, and I put my head up to Patty's ear while she's got her mouth full of Tyler's dick, and I said [at this point Kiera leaned in close to me and put her head beside my ear], 'He's gonna come in your mouth, Patty, and you're gonna try and keep it all in, and swallow it, and suck him dry ... OK?' And Patty just nodded as best she could and said, 'mmm hmm'. 

"So then Tyler's like, 'Ohhhhh fuck!' and he's like, squeezing the hell out of Patty's tits, like he's holdin' on to handles, haha. Musta hurt, hahaha. And he starts to shoot, he's like 'AUUUUGHHH!!' Patty's chokin' and gagging, but she's just swallowing for all she's worth. A little popped out and started runnin' down her cheek, but I caught it and got it back in her mouth. She swallowed every bit. 

"Patty kept reachin' for her pussy and I'm like 'ah-ah-ah! No, no. You can wait 'til you go upstairs to get off.' When Tyler was done, he's like fuckin' WORN OUT. He flops down and throws his head back. He's like 'Ahhhhh.' Of course this little tramp [Darcy] sits on his lap and tries to cuddle with him and shit. 

"I said to Patty, 'OK, you can go in the bathroom and find some mouthwash before you go back up to Davey, but listen: You can't tell him about this yet. If he's awake when you go up there, and he starts asking questions, just say "Shhhhhh" and sit on his face. If he keeps trying to talk, no matter what he says just say "Shhhhh" and get his mouth back in your pussy so he can't talk. And if he's NOT awake ... then you're gonna wake him up ... by sittin' on his face, hahahaha.'" 

"And I said, 'Now listen sweetie, I know you probably feel a little guilty, but you have nothin' to feel guilty about. Doing this doesn't change how you feel about Davey, you know that and I know that. Only one who wouldn't know it is Davey, 'cause he's a dumbass and just doesn't get this stuff yet. But you leave that to me, hun. I know you'da never done something like this if I wasn't here, so ... you let me take the heat, OK? This will not jeopardize your relationship with Davey at all, I promise you. I will make him understand, so all you need to do right now is go upstairs, and cum like I know you want to, by sittin' on his face.'

"So ... there you have it, Davey. That's what happened. And I hope you were listening and didn't miss all the important things I said because you couldn't get past feelin' sorry for yourself. I can see you're still upset, so ..." and she stood up and said, "Darcy, grab our cigarettes and let's go out on the patio for a little bit. Oh, get a candle, too."

As everyone seems wont to do around Kiera, Darcy jumped to comply. Then to Patty she said, "OK, hun, I'm gonna leave you two alone for a little bit. While we're outside you can go ahead and untie him, and you two can sit on the couch here and have some lovey-dovey time. He's probably gonna blubber and cry all over the place, so you can comfort him." Then she pointed at my face and said, "Davey, I better not hear you got pissed off at Patty or said anything hurtful, 'cause I swear to God I'll punch you in the fuckin' nose, then I'll break every bone in your body. I'll fuckin' beat you so bad you'll be bedridden for a week." As she walked away, she said, "And then I'll be your NURSE, and I know you don't want that."

Patty sprinkled affectionate hugs and kisses into the process of untying me, and then we moved to the couch as Kiera had suggested. I wept, and laid my head on Patty's shoulder while she stroked my hair and kept telling me she loved me. "Why would she do that to us?" I complained. "I just don't understand." I kept sniffling and crying. 

"It'll be OK. You'll see. It'll be OK. I know she seems really extreme ... but ... I kinda get a lot of what she's saying. I don't think you realize how much she cares about you. I mean I know she's really ... like ... harsh. But ... well, you remember what I said the other night? How loyal she is to her people? She really loves her people, remember I said that?"

I nodded. 

"Well, she does. I mean she really loves all three of us. I mean she's ... she's already like a sister to me ... like an OLDER sister, haha. She's really an amazing person. How she knows so much is beyond me."

I wasn't interested in debating the extent of Kiera's sagacity at the moment. I still felt very hurt. And HUMILIATED that I was kept away and kept in the dark while Kiera CORRUPTED my sweet angel of a girlfriend. It was so unfair. I don't get to cum and I have to wake up in agonizing pain in the middle of the night from a stupid fucking tie that feels like it's gonna cut my dick off. Meanwhile some little 19-year-old punk, who doesn't care a damn thing about Patty, gets to rough her up and toss her around like a ragdoll and shoot his load down her throat. Then he gets to spend the same night in a king size bed flanked by two young concubines while I'm sleeping on the floor in my own house! God! ... what an unfair world.

Yet I fully believed Patty every time she told me loved me. Which she did. Repeatedly. As she held me and I cried. 

When the girls came back inside, Kiera said, "OK you two, get up and let me sit there." As she pointed to the recliner, she simply said, "Darcy," then said, "Davey, go get another dining room chair and you and Patty can sit here," indicating the spot where two dining room chairs would soon be.

Kiera's tone was a touch softer than usual as she looked at me and said, "OK, Davey ... let's hear what's on your mind." Then she gave me a bit of a warning: "Speak carefully."

I shifted in my chair several times as I frowned and tried to figure out where and how to begin. Finally I exhaled and said, "I know Patty loves me. I'm not mad at her at all for what happened." Then I paused for quite a while as I contemplated how to continue.

Kiera shrugged. "Is that all? Do you wanna ask me any questions, or ... like ... express any feelings or anything?"

"Well ... um ... I just feel ... really hurt." At those last words I shed a few tears. 

"Davey. Ask yourself if it makes sense to feel hurt when you KNOW ... or at least you just said you know ... that Patty loves you. That's nothin' to be hurt over, is it?"

"No ... but--"

"What's hurt is your pride. 'Cause you think you're supposed to be THE MAN, and you think you're supposed to be the one who gives Patty every kind of sexual pleasure, or sexual experience, she could possibly want. And what you need to realize, Davey, is you can't. You just can't. It'll never happen. 

"See Davey, you still don't realize what a dumbass you are and how much you need my help. Patty gets it. And Darcy, too, she gets it ... see, you don't know I have rules for Darcy, too. Darcy needs my help, too, and she knows it. She knows she's a dumb cunt who would let some guy ..."

Even as Kiera kept talking, Darcy said, "Heyyyyy! Haha."

"... take her away from all her friends and be a possessive asshole and try to tell her what she could do and where she could go, and treat her like a dumbass 'cause she didn't go to college and all that shit. Uh-uh, that ain't happenin'. If we meet a guy and he's mackin' on Darcy, and she's all into him and like 'Hiiii', but I don't like him, she's not seein' him and that's all there is to it. I'll drag her out of the bar by her hair, I don't give a shit. She can whine all she wants but if I don't approve of the guy, she doesn't get to see him. 

"And if she REALLY doesn't like it, she can move the fuck out. But she won't 'cause she knows she needs me. That's why I'm always there to supervise what she's doing, and any guy knows if he wants to get to Darcy he has to go through me. If he doesn't like it, tough, I'll kick his fuckin' ass right out the door. But see, she knows she needs my help. And so does Patty. You're the only one who still doesn't appreciate what I'm doing. 'Cause you're a dumbass and you just don't get it. But you will. You'll see I'm right.

"Now you might say, [as she quoted me hypothetically, she affected a whiny tone:] 'Well but I didn't ask for your help, Kiera'. But what the fuck does that matter? You still need it. Fortunately for you, I look out for my blood. I mean, obviously it works out pretty well for me, too, haha. I'm no idiot. But see, Davey, you had a choice, and you made the choice. When I came here and played around and started making friends and inviting them over, using your house as a party pad and not doin' shit, leaving the dishes for you to do and all that, leaving the house a mess for you to clean up, if you were the kind of man you THINK you are, you'da said, 'Hey bitch! You're supposed to be here to look for a job, and if you don't get yourself an interview in three days, I'll ship your ass back to Bellewood and let your mom worry about you. And if you have one more friend over, your ass is outta here.' 

"Then Mom and I ... well, we'd have been shocked as fuck ... but we'd have known we were wrong about you. But ... we knew we weren't. We knew you'd put up with whatever I did. And we knew the minute you said anything about housework, all I had to do was lay down the law and make it clear who was the new sheriff in town -- Moi! -- and you'd be my little pussywhipped houseboy. My little helper. Someone to support what I want to do with my life. 

"And I got news for you, Davey ... this will come as a shock, but when the time is right I WILL get a nursing job. But family comes first. And when Mom and I talked about my options, she said, 'Hun. Right now Davey needs you. You need to go to Trentstown and straighten that boy out, 'cause I worry about him. He might have been OK if Karen had stayed there with him, but she's moving back here to Bellewood. You just got out of school. This is the perfect time for you to go there. I'd do it myself, but you know men. He's not gonna listen to his old aunt. He needs your younger body to mesmerize him into line.'

"Now if you'da said, 'Yo bitch get a job!' you know what? I would have, and I'd have found my own place and moved out. I'd have left you behind knowing that you'd do fine. But you have no balls, Davey, and that's why you're not fine, that's why you need me. You need my balls." It was pretty hard to break Kiera out of her "zone" when she started lecturing like this, but at this point, the "balls" comment made Darcy laugh, which in turn made Kiera laugh for a moment. 

Then she resumed. "You think that was selfish of me, Davey? Well, let's just think about what would've happened to you if I hadn't moved here. You would have met Patty at your reunion. You'd have started seeing her, but on your terms. You're the bigshot with the good job, from Trentstown. She's just the simple video store girl from Bellewood. So you'd always think you were better than her, even if you didn't realize it. You'd have charmed her, 'cause you are a decent looking guy, Davey, but she's so sweet and compliant that she'd have let you decide what the relationship was gonna be like. 

"Well ... then because she's 38 and at her sexual peak, she'd be wanting sex all the time, which you would think was great. You'd be like, Man this is great, this woman's a tiger. But you'd shoot your load and leave her wanting, and that's where the trouble would start. 'Cause she's not the kind who would cheat and get some satisfaction somewhere else. She'd just stay home and suffer, and frig herself during the day when you weren't here. 

"And I'll tell you what else woulda happened, Davey. I know you really wanted a family, once upon a time. You wanted wife and kids. There's probably still part of you that wants to be a father. So either you'd have made Patty have a kid, which she doesn't want ... I mean, she's never had 'em, and she could've. If she wanted 'em, she'd have had 'em. So she doesn't want to be a mother, she just wants to be in love with a man and it just be the two of you. So either you'da made her have a kid, and now all of a sudden you're thrilled but she's miserable 'cause she's stuck at home wiping runny noses and picking up toys while you're at work ... OR ... she wouldn't have been able to have a kid, or she'd get on birth control without telling you, or some shit like that ... then she'd feel guilty 'cause she was lying to you ... orrrr, or maybe she really couldn't get pregnant, then you'd start to resent her. You'd be pissed off at her for not giving you a kid. 

"Now of course none of us knew Patty was in your future. But if I really was so selfish, Davey, I would have said, 'No way, Davey's mine!' and I wouldn't have let you date her. But see, that's not my purpose, Davey. If you and Patty get to where I know you could live on your own without me, I'll let you. See, I do care about your happiness, Davey ... that's the whole reason I'm here! I'm here 'cause Mom and I love you, more than your own parents even ... well ... I mean ... I shouldn't say 'more than your own parents', I don't mean we love you more, I mean we UNDERSTAND you more. We know what you need. They just don't know what you need. We do. 

"See, you're like my dad. Mom and I are the only ones who can see that. You're just like my dad, he was a dumbass with no balls, hahaha ... don't get me wrong, I loved Dad. I ADORED my dad, but you know why? Because he was so devoted to Mom. See, he knew his place. He didn't try to be some macho asshole. He just did what Mom wanted so she'd be happy. Yeah, my mom's a bitch on wheels, but so what. She is what she is. And Dad was what he was. Which was a pussywhipped yes-man. And ... they were happy--"

There was a subtle change in the quality of her voice at the word "happy", and at that point we witnessed a rare sight: Kiera's eyes filled with tears. One shortly started to roll down her cheek. She stopped talking, swallowed, and controlled her breathing so she wouldn't get choked up. She cried like most men do. She wouldn't allow herself to blubber and sob. I had seen this only once before, at Uncle Herb's funeral. When she could speak again, she said, "Darcy, get me a tissue."

We were all silent for a long while, as she blew her nose and wiped her tears, which continued to roll down both cheeks. After a bit, she closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly to hide her reddened face from our full view. Then came a quiet utterance. She almost whispered. "I miss my dad." She closed her eyes more tightly, and we heard a faint whimper from her throat. 

"Awww," said Darcy, who put her arms around Kiera and held her from behind, laying her head aside her friend's. Kiera allowed it for a moment but then raised her head up to compose herself, becoming embarrassed by the display. She sighed as she wiped the remaining tears and blew her nose once more.

"C'mere Davey." I came to her, and assumed the posture which seemed most natural ... kneeling before her. She embraced me in such a way that my cheek was against her collarbone, and her chin rested on my head. She held my head against her chest, with uncharacteristic affection, laying one hand aside my cheek and ear, while her other arm was around my shoulders. "I love you," she said.

"I love you, too, Kiera."

She let go, then stood up, languidly. I could see some tears still in at least one of her eyes. She cleared her throat. "Let's go up to my room and watch TV for a while, Darcy."

"OK." 

The girls went upstairs, and we heard Kiera's bedroom door close. Patty and I sat speechless in the living room. The air was heavy with the intensity of what had just happened. We didn't know what to say to each other, but I could see Patty was feeling very happy. We exchanged "funeral glances", the kinds of looks people give each other when they're in a somber setting. She put her hand on my thigh. "Well," she said, softly. "Wasn't that something."

I nodded, my eyebrows slightly raised. "Yes. It certainly was."

We sat a little longer, reflecting on everything we'd just heard and seen. Kiera was the first to break the mood, as she opened her bedroom door and yelled from upstairs, "Daaavey! You need to call the cable company and get them to come out and wire up Darcy's room! Have 'em put a DVR box in there, too!"

"Yes ma'am!" I called back up.

"Ohhhhh!! Did you hear that, Darcy?" Then we saw Kiera come to the landing and bound happily down the stairs. As she approached, she said to me, "I have to admit I just expected your usual 'Ohhhkayyy' [imitating me in a dumb-sounding voice]. You're learning. I am SOOO PROOOUUUD." 

This was another rarity, to see Kiera smiling when she wasn't laughing. She rushed up to me to hug my head again, kiss me on the top of my head, and say, "Gooood boy!" I think I almost blushed, yet I felt really content. Patty was also beaming at me, as she squeezed my hand affectionately.

Kiera started back toward the stairs. Patty and I held hands and kissed, and I thought: I think I get it. It really is best for me to just let go ... not worry ... and do as my women say.

On her way up the steps, Kiera pointed toward the dining room and snapped her fingers twice. "All right, lovebirds, get your chores done, you'll have time for all that kissy-kissy later."



Queen Kiera



"Now kiss Darcy's foot, too, and apologize to her for not having any chardonnay here the other night. Poor girl had to drink beer."

I complied. "I'm sorry, Darcy, that I didn't have chardonnay for you the other night."

"Well," she said. "It sounds like it won't happen again."

"Good boy," said Kiera. "OK, Darcy, let's get back to the guys."

I followed them out, to get started picking up butts. I thought Kiera would introduce me to the three guys outside, but when she didn't, I introduced myself: "How ya doin'? I'm Dave." As soon as Kiera heard me speak, she said, "Davey, get your chores done before you start socializing. The guys will meet you soon enough." 

"Uhhh. OK."

So I began searching for discarded cigarette butts in the yard and on the patio. The guys all chuckled and commented on how pussywhipped Kiera had me. How absurd this is, I thought. Thirty-eight years old, stooping over to pick up cigarette butts, still in my work clothes, and being bossed by my bikini-clad 24-year-old cousin in front of all her 20-something friends. At my own house! They all followed Kiera's lead in that since she was ignoring me while I did my first "chore", they figured I wasn't worth including in the party. 

When I was done, I made a general call: "Does anyone need anything?"

Right away Kiera said, "No, Davey, that's not what I told you to do. You don't just call out 'Does anyone need anything?', you go to each person and say, 'Can I get you anything?'" 

All her friends laughed, but I was mortified. I did as I was told. The first guy said, "Sure, I'll take another beer." When I started to ask the next guy, Kiera said, "Nooo, no! Davey! Ugh! First you go get Ryan's beer, THEN you come out and ask someone else."

"Oh. Um, OK. I'm sorry."

"Aww, poor Davey, haha," Darcy responded. "He'll learn."

"He better," said Kiera.

When I got to Darcy, and asked, "Can I get you anything?" she said, "Yes, Davey. Another glass of wine would be LOVEly." She stretched her arm out to hand me her wine glass, from a reclined position on a chaise lounge. She looked so sexy, the boner already forming in my pants became a prominent tent in my work slacks. Kiera spotted it right away. She almost fell over from bolting out of her chair so fast. 

"Ohhhh, my god Davey!!" she blurted as she grabbed a towel, flung it around my waist and grabbed me by the ear. She hustled me into the kitchen as I heard the others snicker behind us. I heard Darcy softly say, "Oh my gahhhhd, haha."

Kiera slammed the kitchen door shut and said, "Oh my god, what the fuck! Your fucking boner is like totally on display to everyone. Jeeeezus! What the fuck is wrong with you, getting a huge boner right in front of my friend like that?"

"I ... I ... um, I'm sorry, I ..."

"Oh my god Davey, you've either gotta control yourself or we gotta do something about that. I'll use fuckin' duct tape if I have to to tape that thing down. That's disgusting anyway, Darcy's like 21, she could be your daughter for god's sake."

"Well, I mean ... I'm not THAT old. I ..."

"Fuckin' horndog. Gahhhhhd. That's disgusting. Ugh. You better not get a boner in front of me like that, when it's just you and me here. You're not gonna like be ... lusting after your fucking cousin are you?"

"I'm sorry, Kiera. I'm not ... it isn't ... I ... it's ... you're both very ... attractive, OK? I'm ... I'm sorry, I just ... I don't ... get much action, Kiera, and ..."

"So you're saying your boner is from me and Darcy both?"

"Well ... I ... I, uh ... it's just from ... from being ..."

"From being a fucking horndog, that's what. All right. Come with me."

She led me by the ear up the stairs into (what would now clearly be, whether I liked it or not) her bedroom. After searching around for a moment, she found a short silk nightgown she wore around the house. (Little did she know I had already gotten a boner several times from her padding around barefoot in THAT.) She pulled the sash out of it, and said, "Drop your pants to your knees, Davey."

"What!?"

"Get your fucking pants to your knees, do it or I'll do it for you."

When I complied, she handed me the sash and said, "Tie one end to the end of your dick." I looked at her incredulously until she said, "Do it!"

After I tied it, she said, "Now pull it back between your legs. Pull it under so the other end is back here." She walked around behind me as I fed the sash through. She took the other end and pulled just snugly enough that my dick went back between my legs. Unfortunately, as soon as she did, my dick started to grow. 

"Oh, my god! Davey, fuck! Ugh. Stop it, you're getting hard. Oh my fucking god. This is making you hard? You are fucking sick."

I was the sick one? What did SHE intend to do with this sash?

"Pull those pants up," she said. "Let's see if we can tie this to a belt loop or something. Something to keep that thing pulled down so it won't pop up and fucking horrify all my guests, hahaha." I pulled up my pants and she tied the other end of the sash to the back belt loop of my pants. That left about half the length of the sash left over, so she tucked that part down into my underwear in the back. Feeling her hand down my pants briefly made me start to get hard again, but the sash pulled against my dick trying to rise. I winced. 

"Ow," I said. "Oooh. It hurts when I start to get hard."

"Good! That's perfect. That'll teach you a lesson: Not to get disgusting hard-ons around me and my friends."

I left my shirt untucked to cover up the piece of sash sticking out in back, and went back downstairs with Kiera. I resumed all my required chores.  

Two days later, on Sunday, Kiera informed me that it was becoming a burden to her and her friends that she didn't have a car. She didn't like riding the bus and it was getting to be a pain having her friends come to pick her up when she went out. "So ... for now, your car will do, but within a month I need my own car. You bought Karen one, you can buy me one, too. Until then you're gonna take the bus to work, and I'm gonna use the car."

"But ... the bus takes almost an hour each way." My commute by car was only 30 minutes. This was going to mean an extra hour a day. Well, more than that, actually, because the wait for the bus might be 10 or 15 minutes on each end. 

"I don't care how long it takes. I need a car. So I guess tomorrow you'll be getting up a little earlier so you can catch the bus on time."

I whined a little more in objection, and since I was already complaining, I expressed concern that she was costing me a lot of money and I didn't have an unlimited supply. She countered that she'd only hit me up for a few hundred in spending money so far, which was pretty good, didn't I think? Plus, she said, I was saving money on the phone I got her since I put her on my plan -- her idea, and I should thank her. I should also thank her that she'd never once asked to use my car until now, AND even though she really needed a car NOW, she was willing to wait as long as a month. 

"I'm doing everything I can to be reasonable, Davey, and all you do is bitch. By the way, are you wearing that sash like I told you?"

"Um ... yes."

"Good boy. I do NOT wanna see you a pitching a tent, and since you can't fucking control yourself, I want you to wear that thing all the time."

"You mean ... when I'm here?"

"No, I mean ALL the time. 24/7. Any time, anywhere."

"But ... you mean, even to work?"

"Duh. Does 24/7 include work? Hahaha. Dumbass."

"Well, but ... I ... can't because it ... it sticks out the back. I'd have my shirt tucked in at work."

"Hm. That's true. Oh! I know! Come upstairs."

We went upstairs and she led me to my closet, where she found all my neckties. "OK," she said, "let's find the shittiest tie here, one that looks hideous anyway ... well ... most of them do, haha. OK, how 'bout this one. Let's try a tie instead."

"How will that ... be any different?"

"Well, I have an idea. Drop your pants."

This time she did all the work of trying to fashion some kind of "dick restraint" from a necktie, in a way that none of it would be exposed. I couldn't help but get hard from her man-handling me, so she at least feigned disgust and even slapped my dick a few times. It kind of hurt, but it did nothing to remove my arousal. After experimenting with a couple of unsuccessful ideas, she hit upon an effective design. The fat end of the tie was tied tight around my dick. She pulled the tie back between my legs, yanking it very tight, until I said, "Ow." That just made her chuckle. Then she brought the tie up between my butt cheeks, pulling it right up along my spine. The skinny end she looped around my waist, and then she tied the necktie to itself in the back. She formed a knot right against my tailbone. About two inches were left over, and she tucked that into my butt crack. 

She stepped back to admire her handiwork and then busted out laughing. "Oh my god, it looks like a G-string from back here. Hahahahaha!!! Walk around a little, Davey. Hahahaha!!! Oh god. That's hilarious. I can't wait to show this to Darcy."

Once her amusement abated, she said, "OK, Davey, pull your pants up and let's see if that knot is visible in the back." She determined that it couldn't be seen at all from any angle, and we even tried different kinds of pants and shorts to be sure. There was no way to spot it even if you knew it was there.

"Perfect!" she said, clapping her hands a little. "Now ... like I said, that thing stays on 24/7. Then me and Darcy and whoever else is here don't have to worry about my disgusting pervert cousin getting boners around us."

"So ... even to bed? I mean even when ..."

"Yes, dumbass, 24/7, how many times do I have to say it? It NEVER comes off."

"OK, I'm sorry. But ... what about in the shower?"

"Ohhh. Hm. Well, OK, you can take it off to shower but then you put it back on. You dry yourself, then put it right back on before you do anything else."

That night I got in bed after setting my alarm for 45 minutes earlier than my usual time, since now I would no longer be allowed to use my own car to get to work and would have to catch the bus instead. I lay in bed thinking about the complete control Kiera was wielding over my house and life. I thought about Darcy smirking at me, and having to kiss her and Kiera's feet in the kitchen. I thought about their guy friends laughing over how my young, sexy cousin made a little bitch out of her older divorced loser cousin. I kept getting aroused but then the necktie restraint would pull against my erection. Then I thought about how pathetic it was that I wasn't even allowed to get a boner because my younger, bossy cousin had said so. The humiliation would make me start to get hard again! Auugh. It was a vicious circle. 

Then, from the living room I heard, "Daaaavey!" Kiera was calling for me, and as I emerged from my room and started downstairs, every step seemed to tighten the tie around my half-hard dick. Ow. Ow. Ow.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I just realized something. You want to take that tie off for the shower so you can get in there and beat off thinking about Darcy. Or ... maybe even about me, too. Ew! That ain't happenin'."

Actually I hadn't thought of that, but if I was supposedly required to wear this infernal thing 24/7, then when WAS I going to jack off?

"So before you shower in the morning, you take another tie into the bathroom with you. Shower with that one on, and when you're done, take the wet one off and hang it in the bathroom and put the dry one on right away. Do that every day. Alternate them. I'm not havin' you in there fucking jackin' off thinkin' about my friends. Or me, ya perv."

"Um ... well ... OK ... but ... well ... so what happens when ... um ... when CAN I ... um ..."

"What, Davey!? What? Spit it out."

"Do I ... get to, um ... masturbate ... any time?"

"No. That's the point. No jacking off, Davey."

"You mean ... ever?"

"Ever. Or never. I mean no! Or, no, I mean yes! Hahaha. I mean no jacking off, ever, that's what I mean, Davey."

I sniveled and pleaded with my eyes, but ... there didn't seem to be any wiggle room here. My cousin, somehow the de facto new owner of my house (and car), and the complete ruler of my life -- how in the hell did this HAPPEN? -- was telling me I was NOT ALLOWED ... EVER! to ... to masturbate myself! It was forbidden! I was NOT ALLOWED to play with my own dick ... or even really get a boner because my junk had to be tied up all the time, just because ... well ... what WAS the reason??

"Davey, come on, you're too old to be thinking about sex. ESPECIALLY with hot young 21-year-olds like Darcy. I mean, puhleeze. You obviously suck at it anyway and that's why your wife screwed around on you. And I am NOT having you fantasizin' about my friends and sitting there pulling your little pud." At this point, she mimicked furious dick-jerking with one hand. "Oh, god ... the very thought turns my stomach. So no, Davey ... no jerking off. Sex is a thing of the past for you. Your job now is not to be thinking about sex with women, it's about working hard to make our lives better. It's about doing my laundry and keeping my house clean, getting me a car, making sure I have everything I need, paying off my student loans ... oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Mom's gonna have that bill sent here from now on. She can't afford to make those payments. It's about all that, Davey. Oh, and being on your best behavior around my girlfriends and helping them out if needed .... It's about ... being my good little pussywhipped servant."

At that moment it hit me that Kiera didn't move to Trentstown to get a job in nursing.