It had been a tumultuous eighteen months. First his mother had left – for another woman! Within months his dad had moved in a new woman, a right bimbo, twenty years his father's junior. And then his dad had been sent to work in China and he had been left in the tender care of Suzie who vacillated between bossy step-mother (which she was not) and flighty bint on the town. No more cooked meals, just fry-ups and takeaways; the house became a tip, the kitchen a health hazard; Jimmy was even forced to do his own washing. Something had to be done about her, but what?
It had got so bad Jimmy was forced to ring his mother and ask her advice. "See what dirt you can get on her then let me know" was the essence of her reply.
The next time she went out on the binge, Jimmy opened up her lap top and inspected her "history" (a very interesting list, mainly sex-sites and chat rooms). There was no doubt what was on her mind. And when he opened her picture folder he found numerous pics of her in provocative poses. As he continued to search, her messenger sprung into life. "Hey bitch" some dude called Bill wrote "are you ready for my fat cock tonight?" Jimmy clicked on the caller's profile; there was no doubt what this guy wanted!
The messenger gave him her email moniker 'big suze', so next Jimmy checked into her email accounts. But what was her password? No problem there; the silly bitch had set it up so her password was automatically keyed in. There was message after message from the Bill person, and they left nothing to the imagination; he was clearly shagging her all ways. But he wasn't the only one, there were emails from three other guys too. It was clear she was a total slag!
Jimmy downloaded a selection of pics and messages onto his memory stick before sending them to his mother.
It was after one in the morning when Suzie returned, totally pissed, and crashed out on the sofa. The sight that greeted Jimmy when he went downstairs to investigate both delighted and disgusted him. She was sprawled out on the sofa, her mini skirt up round the top of her thighs, her panties-clad cunt exposed to view; her blouse was torn and had lost three buttons exposing her pink bra beneath; her make-up was smeared, her hair in disarray. She looked what she was, a total slag. And she stank of alcohol and sex.
He prodded her; the only response was a low moan. He slipped a hand between her thighs and felt her knickers. They were soaked but with piss or cunt juices or cum or he could not tell. Out came his mobile phone and after a dozen shots he had captured her condition in all its awfulness. He even posed her for some shots; a hand on her pussy; her blouse fully opened; her tits released from her bra. He texted his mother and forwarded the pics. Then he took out his young manhood and jerked off over her skirt, reckoning, correctly, that when she woke in the morning she would have no idea who had stained her garment. And with that he went to bed.
She woke late, with a sore head and little memory of the night's proceedings. Somehow she had got to bed and slept in her undies. She inspected her skirt and blouse. They were ruined. Who had left his spunk all over her skirt? She had no idea! It was a chastened slut who emerge in the kitchen just in her robe to find her odious 'step-son' gloating.
"Have a good night?" he teased.
"What is it to you!" she snapped back. To her he was just a silly kid. What a mistake!
"Just asking" Jimmy replied, and left for his bedroom
Time to ring his mother.
"You have been a busy boy." He could hear the laughter in her voice.
"Well, you did say get the dirt on her."
"And a very good job you have made of it." A pause then she continued. "Well Jimmy what do you want me to do about it?"
"I dunno."
"Would you like to see her humiliated and punished?"
"Yes." And he meant it!
"Well I shall have to consult with Helen. I do nothing without her permission. I will get back to you in an hour. Be good!"
In fact she rang back in forty minutes. What she said made Jimmy stiffen with excitement. "There is only one thing" she continued. "Once Helen starts there will be no turning back. And you must follow her instructions to the letter. How does that sound to you?"
"Wonderful!"
"Call round at mid-day and Helen will explain in person. Oh, and please don't be late; she is a stickler for time-keeping."
Jimmy was quite excited. He had never met his mother's new lover. All he knew was that she was older than her. He rang the bell of the substantial detached house. The door was opened by his mother. She seemed very nervous, quite unlike her usual self. And she was dressed as he had never seen her before in shapeless builder's overalls, secured at the waist by a loose strap.
"Please hurry" she whispered. "We don't want to keep Miss waiting."
What was this 'Miss' thing? Why didn't she call her by her first name? They progressed down the hall to a closed door. His mother knocked. A call from within and she ushered him in to what looked like a study. Seated behind the desk was a woman in her late fifties, austerely dressed in black, her greying hair cut short, her face unspoiled by make-up. And she had the most penetrating blue-grey eyes he had ever seen. There was a single hard backed chair facing her desk to which he was conducted.
"Be seated."
He did so, confused and intimated by this extraordinary woman.
Miss Helen turned to his mother.
"What is the time?"
"Four minutes past twelve Miss."
"You were told to get him here by twelve. You failed. By four minutes. Add it to your book. I will deal with you later." What was this book? What did deal with mean?
His mother nodded, totally subservient, and left the room at a wave of her hand.
"So you want this slag humiliated?" He nodded. "My methods are extreme but effective. What I want, I get. Like your mother. I saw her at a business conference, decided I wanted her, and within two weeks I hade broken her in, and now she is my loyal and obedient servant and when I permit it, my lover." She smiled at the lad. "I can turn any woman I want into a lesbian. Your mother had no idea she hated cock and wanted cunt. I put that into her mind. Now her mind belongs to me along with the rest of her. Would you like to see her perform?"
Jimmy did not trust himself to speak, he just nodded. A ring of a small hand bell and a few moments later his mother re-emerged. She approached the desk and stood there head bowed, eyes lowered.
"Tell Jimmy what you are."
"Please Miss Helen, do I have to?" and a tear trickled down her cheek.
"I know it is hard for you, pet, but you know you must obey. You should be proud to be owned. So tell your little boy what you are!"
She turned to Jimmy, face red with embarrassment, and in a small voice revealed how she was now nothing but a cunt-loving slave to her adorable mistress; how her whole life was dedicated to her service; how she now hated men; how the thought of sex with a man now revolted her; how her sole pleasure and delight was to please her owner.
"And why are you wearing overalls? Tell him."
"I am unworthy to wear female attire so have to stay naked or in cold weather like this my overalls."
"And do you like wearing overalls?" her tormentor asked.
"Yes. No. I don't know." And she burst into tears.
"There, there my pet. I understand. This is all too much for you. But I am going to make you better." She paused and then in a deeper voice she said "Bunny come out."
There was an instant change in her demeanour. Her eyes glazed over and a sort of longing exuded from her. She had eyes only for her owner. It was as though Jimmy wasn't present. "What can I do for you mistress" she said in a far away voice.
"Take off those ugly overalls and show us your pussy."
Jimmy watched fascinated as undid the zip from neck to crutch, exposing her tits to view. She shrugged her shoulders and in a trice was bare from the waist up. The garment fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it, a nude woman. And so smooth and bare; her pubes were shaved clean, her sex lips red and exposed. A further order and she began to play with herself, slowly at first and then with increasing urgency, as though her whole body was on fire.
"Stop!"
In an instant her hands moved away but she could not suppress the trembling of her thighs.
"Do you adore me?"
"Utterly. Completely."
"And do anything I wish, however demeaning?"
"Yes, mistress, I will."
"Then get dressed, and when I dismiss you go to your room and insert butt-plug no.2 into your arse-hole. Then collect your punishment book and bring it downstairs and wait outside the door until I ring for you."
Jimmy watched fascinated as his mother re-clothed herself. When the zip was secured and her nakedness covered Miss Helen said a word and as though by a miracle she came out of her trance, looking slightly bemused at son and mistress.
"You may go" Miss Helen announced. "You have things to do"
With a cross between a nod and curtsey she left the room. Miss Helen turned her attentions to the boy.
"Well, as you can see, I have certain powers. The question is do you want me to use them on your bitch step-mother?"
"Yes." It came out like an explosion. The thought of that bitch reduced like his own mother made his cock leek. He would do anything to bring that about.
She gave him his instructions and he left.
Back home he left Madame Acarte's business card on the kitchen table. How could a bitch like Suzie resist a free reading from the famous clairvoyant? She couldn't and within two days they met. Suzie was amazed by how much this extra-ordinary woman knew about her. Of course, she had no idea she had been well primed by her step-son. Not only did she know about Bill but she even knew her preference for pink lingerie! So when Madame Acarte desired the next meeting, she readily agreed.
"This time, my dear, we are going to explore deeper and deeper into your hidden desires. Look into this crystal ball and empty your mind of every care and thought." She went on in similar vein until Suzie's eyes began to feel heavy, indeed her whole body felt heavy. "Are you feeling hot my little sweet?" "Yes." "You will feel better if you opened your blouse and let the cool air flow over your lovely little titties." Trance like her fingers went to her buttons and soon her blouse was opened, her pink bra exposed to view. "Oh dear. What a shame. Your lovely breasts are hidden under that horrid pink bra. You hate pink, don't you. You want to take it off. You should take it off. You will take it off." Off came her blouse and seconds later her bra was removed. "Give it to me darling and I will take it away so you are never troubled again." Another pause and then the clairvoyant continued. "How you long to play with your titties, to feel them glow, but you can't as long as you are wearing those horrid pink knickers, can you." Suzie rose from her chair and reaching under her skirt, yanked her knickers off, tossing them onto the floor, her face showing both disgust and relief. For the next ten minutes Miss Helen had her subject play first with her tits and then with her pussy until Suzie was panting with desire.
"Stop!" She did, instantly.
"Don't you wish it was a woman playing with you?"
"Yes."
"Would you do anything to have a lesbian mistress control your life?"
"Yes. Please. Yes!"
"Then listen carefully. Every morning when you wake you will think of me. And those thoughts will be so exciting you wont be able to stop yourself masturbating. Every time you think of me you will get wet and your nipples will stiffen. You will want me so much you will be constantly emailing and texting me begging for another meeting. And when I come and say `black is beautiful' you will agree and go immediately into a wonderful trance. Indeed, being under my control is the most wonderful thing you can think of. Now put your blouse back on and hand me your knickers and bra."
Like a zombie she obeyed.
"When I say `pink is horrid' you will come out of your trance and forget what happened."
Suzie came to with a start. "I am sorry" she said "I must have dozed off for a moment."
"Don't worry darling. It often happens. The crystal ball has strange powers. Now where were we?" And with that she went on with her fortune telling. So engrossed was she, she did not realise she was bra-less until she rose to see her visitor out. It was so embarrassing and her face reddened.
"What is the matter my dear?"
"Nothing" came the small voiced reply.
"Well, don't forget, just give me a ring if you want another reading" and with that Madame Arcate left.
Suzie fled to her bedroom, confused and unsure. How could she have forgotten to put on a bra? She hurried to her lingerie draw. She was looking for something, but what? She hardly knew herself, yet she was not satisfied until she found her one and only black bra. A strange tingle went through her as she put it on and suddenly realised she had no panties on either. It was a subdued young woman that greeted Jimmy when he returned to the house.
Each day Suzie woke with thoughts of the alluring Madame Arcate and a dripping pussy. Never had she frigged herself so often and so deeply. Nor could she get the lady out of her mind. She tried ringing her mobile, but got no answer. She began to leave text messages. Still no answer. At home she was morose and moody. When she went out she found Bill's crude attempts at a grope distasteful and left the group early and sober. The only thing that gave her pleasure, apart from her frequent manipulations of her pussy, was when she went to the lingerie shop and bought a pile of black bras and panties.
By Friday she was desperate. With trembling fingers she called her mentor. The phone rang and was answered!
"Hello. Who is that?"
"It's Suzie here. Remember, you gave me a reading last Sunday. Could you see me tonight?"
"You sound desperate my darling. I have been away for a few days so have only just checked my phone and text messages. Well I don't normally do work at my own house, but for you I will make an exception."
Suzie was summoned for eight. She fled to her bedroom. What to wear? Her subconscious told her to dress to please, but what would please this strange lady? Black bra, of course, but what panties? She looked through her new black briefs before selecting a lacy pair of black French knickers. White blouse and black skirt; not too short, intuitively she knew not to be too tarty. Hold-up stockings. But what shoes? Somehow heels felt inappropriate so she opted for the black, lows slung court shoes she wore to work. Light make-up finished her preparations.
There was still nearly an hour before she had to leave. She opened her laptop and checked her emails. There was a sexy message from Bill. `Fuck off!' she replied, and suddenly felt light headed as though she had discarded a part of her past life. She had!
She arrived in plenty of time and parked in the road. The house was in darkness. Had she come to the right address? She checked her scribbled note. Yes, this was the address she had been given. At five to eight she left her car and walked up the drive to the front door. As she did so, the security lights came on and she was bathed in their cold glare. She knocked at the door. No answer. She tried again. The door was opened but not by Madame Acarte but by another woman. Suzie stepped back in surprise and alarm at Jimmy's mother's presence dressed as she was in her overalls.
"Are you Suzie?"
"Yes."
"Madame is expecting you, please come in."
Like a mouse scenting the cheese in a trap she stepped through the door. She was led down a dimly lit hall. At the end door, her guide knocked. A muffled reply and the door was opened for her. She went in, alone.
She was greeted warmly by her host and seated before a roaring fire. In her presence Suzie relaxed. It was as though she had come home.
"You seemed very agitated in your texts. Were you missing me?
"Yes. No. I don't know."
"Don't worry. You will soon feel better." There was pause and then she said the fateful words. Suzie felt herself slip into a new and comforting world. Miss Helen rang her bell and pet re-entered the room. A simple command and Jimmy's mother divested herself of the hateful overalls and stood naked before her mistress and her former husband's lover.
"What do you see, Suzie?"
"A naked woman."
"You want to lick her don't you; you want to kiss her cunt; you want to make love to her."
"I do. I do!"
"Take off your blouse and skirt, darling. We want to keep them nice and clean."
In a trice Suzie was exposed in her undies."
"What lovely black lingerie. Black is so sexy isn't it."
"Yes."
"And you wore them specially for me didn't you."
"Yes, I did."
"Now ask my pet nicely if you may make love to her."
She did and before she knew what she was doing she was kneeling before the naked woman, clutching at her thighs, her face inches from the bare cunt that dripped before her.
"Kiss it slave."
She obeyed, enthusiastically. Her first taste ever of the female elixir. In seconds she was buried in the opening pussy, her lips kissing the reddened cunt-lips of her fellow sub, oblivious to anything save the delectable body before her. For twenty minutes or more Suzie explored the female form before her with hands and mouth.
A snap of fingers and the pet stood aside leaving the cunt-smeared Suzie staring into the cold blue eyes of the lady of the house.
"You like my pet don't you."
"I do. I do."
Miss Helen waved her pet over and pointed to a spot between her leg's. Jimmy's mother knelt, and soon her head was hidden by her owner's skirt as she sort and found her mistress's dripping cunt. Slowly and carefully she began to lap at the fount of her desires.
"You would like to be where pet is wouldn't you."
"Oh, yes!"
"But you are not worthy of me, yet. You must prove your total devotion first."
"How?" Her voice was desperate.
"For a start, you will never wear a bra again when in my presence. Slaves do not wear bras when in the presence of a mistress."
With eager fingers Suzie undid the clasp of her bra and a moment later it floated to the floor.
"Second you will give up all men. You don't want them. You don't need them. From now on the only male you will serve is Jimmy. You will do his washing, iron his clothes, and obey his every command. From now on you are his servant.
"Thirdly, you will frig yourself five times a day; to orgasm. First thing in the morning and last thing at night; twice whilst at work and once in the evening."
Fourthly, you have a new name; it is cunt-slut. From now on you will serve any black woman that calls you that."
Miss Helen said the words of release and Suzie came out of her trance. She stared at herself with horror. She was naked from the waist up. With profuse apologies she put her blouse back on.
"That is alright my dear. As you can see (and she opened her legs to reveal pet still diligently licking her mistress's cunt) I like my servants naked."
At that moment Suzie realised that her pussy juices were flowing as never before and she blushed like a virgin.
"Do you want to come back? You do. Then be here tomorrow at six."
As Suzie drove home, Jimmy's mother rang the lad to inform him what was happening. He was more than ready for her by the time she entered the house.
He called to her as she opened the front door. The last thing she wanted was a chat with the brat; all she wanted was the privacy of her own room, yet she felt constrained to obey his summons.
Jimmy was sprawled on the couch, dressed just in a short cotton robe. "Did you have a nice visit to Madame Arcate?"
"It was okay."
"I am sure it was more than okay. Why don't you tell me the truth."
"I can't. It's secret."
Jimmy slipped a hand inside his robe and scratched his bollocks. In the past she would have been revolted and told him off for being a dirty little boy. The words of remonstration died on her lips.
"There is some dirty washing on the floor in my bedroom. Just pop upstairs and bring them down for me."
How dare he give me orders went through her conscious mind, yet her subconscious mind told her to obey and a couple of minutes later she returned to the sitting room carrying three well stained pairs of briefs, a pair of socks and what smelt felt and looked like a well used cum-rag.
"I'll keep the rag" he smirked. "I shall need it later. The socks can wait, but the pants need washing, now. You had better do them in the basin as I need them for the morning."
Despite herself, despite her urgent desire to flee to her bedroom, she obeyed his instruction. Ten minutes later she returned. "They are done" she announced "and drying on the radiator."
"You surely don't expect me to wear them unironed?"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
With a sigh she left to complete her task. She returned once more, this time with three pairs of ironed briefs. Jimmy inspected them. "These two are fine" he observed "but this pair is still stained. Look at this" and he pointed to the feint streak of a skid-mark in its lower crutch. "A little light laundry work should not be beyond even you! The next time you fail, I shall have to spank you."
"You can't do that. I am your guardian."
"And a fucking useless one you have been. Well there are going to be some changes from now on. From tomorrow, you will clean the house, do my laundry and start cooking proper meals for me." He paused to see the effect his words were having on her. All he could see was her head lowered, her cheeks flushed, but no hint of dissent. It was as his mother had told him; she was now his servant! He nearly came at the realisation of his power. "Look up!" She obeyed him; she could do no other but obey him, even though everything in her conscious mind willed her to rebel. It was as though he had total control. (He had!)
"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"
"Yes."
He opened his robe, revealing his adolescent erection, and then with deliberate strokes began to masturbate in front of her.
"Jimmy. Stop. Please. You can't do that. Not in front of me. It's not right."
The lad leapt from his seat, consumed with frustrated fury, and slapped her hard once across the face. "I'll tell you what's not right, you coming home pissed out of your mind, and shagged out like some common whore, and sprawling on this sofa, your legs open and your panties dripping in cum. So if I want to wank off in my own home I will and there is nothing you can do about it." And he sat back down.
She burst into tears. "I am sorry. I'm sorry. It wont happen again. Ever."
"Hand me my cum, rag and then kneel before me as I bring myself off."
In seconds he came, spilling his seed into the stinking cloth. And then he reached forward and wiped it clean on her face, adding his cum to his mother's cunt juices.
Suzie was sent to bed with strict instructions not to wash until the morning.
When Jimmy went up later he paused as he passed her room. I wonder what the bitch is up to he thought. And then he realised, he didn't need to wonder, he could go in and see for himself.
She was lying on her back, legs wide open, eyes closed, naked save for a skimpy thong which she had pulled to one side, and her right hand was rythmically stroking her most intimate part. Unaware of the intruder, she continued to pleasure herself until with a sudden shudder her body gained release and her pussy juices flowed, staining the sheet with its sweet libation. Only then did she open her eyes to see Jimmy staring down at her. `Was she to have no privacy, even in her own room?' The answer of course was no!
"Oh, I forgot to tell you" leered Jimmy. "You are to leave this door open at all times so I can check to make sure you are not misbehaving!" And with that he left for his own bed.
Concluding part to follow. Comments to kris62uk@live.co.uk