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Family Matters - Part 2

As you headed toward the living room, Stepmother made a final check of your outfit, followed by a tender kiss to your gagged mouth. The door opened and her sisters sat there sipping their wine…..they smiled and cooed at you. The weeks since you became Stepmother’s secret panty slave had been amazing, she had shown you a whole new world of devoted sissy submission and you took to it like a natural. Your Step-Aunts were now here from Romania and for the next month, you would be under further training at their hands. Both of the sisters were younger than Stepmother and both had dark hair. Silvana sat on the left, with a nasty looking whip resting in her hand, Katja was on the right, looking far more relaxed. They were wearing tight leather trousers and high heels, delicious creaking of the pants as they crossed their legs in unison.

Stepmother was in her leather skirt suit and high heel boots, hand resting on your ass. The latex maid outfit was skintight, the black, glossy patent thigh boots were difficult to walk in, especially with the legs cuffs on. Your wrists were cuffed behind you and the leather panel gag was buckled tightly over your mouth. The latex hood with maid headpiece was the flourish to your outfit as Stepmother raised the latex pinafore to reveal your black lacy panties and the gleaming cock cage underneath…..both sisters murmured in approval as you were displayed for them. Katja rose from her seat and snatched a pair of leather gloves, pulling them on tightly as she approached you. She was deceptively tall, almost your height, despite your 5 inch heels. She spun you around and you felt the gloved fingers invade your asshole. Her expression remained impassive as she continued to examine you. The invasive probing was uncomfortable, until she hit a very sweet spot and you groaned in guilty pleasure.

“He’s not yet plugged, Sister? I expected him to be fully chastised.” Stepmother reached into her jacket and produced a small butt plug.

She turned to Katja, “it wasn’t necessary yet. Young Thomas is a natural submissive……he’s very much become a beautiful and obedient sissy boy. Still, as you’re here, perhaps you can do the honour…..after all, you’re the professional Domina amongst us.”

Stepmother handed the plug to Katja, who unbuckled your gag, before you had a chance to do anything, the toy was inserted into your mouth and Katja ordered you to suck. You did as you were told and once satisfied, she took the plug from your mouth and replaced the gag. The now lubricated toy was inserted up you and the full sensation in your ass was suddenly made worse as the toy pulsed up you. Katja smiled and returned to her seat, with Silvana idly tapping the whip on her leather covered thighs. You stood swaying slightly as the anal intrusions were feeling amazing, the whole experience was surreal and you didn’t notice Silvana get up and now have her turn to inspect you.

“Are you permitting orgasms, or not?” She turned to Stepmother, who now looked a little bashful.

“Rarely….and now only through the cage. It’s difficult to resist my poor boy. He’s so much…..bigger than his Father. Seems a waste at times.”

Silvana sneered as she flicked at the cage, taking care to fondle your shaved, heavy balls. Her talon like nails digging into you, while you tried to remain silent. “I can’t be too critical, Sister. My own toy back home is a wonderful distraction…..I assume you have the strapon I sent? You can still ride your poor boy and not let him cum.”

Stepmother nodded as Silvana returned to her seat. “Where is your husband? Or should I say, the disappointment?”

You snapped back into reality…..you hadn’t even thought of him since this morning. He originally went to the airport to pick the Aunts up while you were being prepared, but you hadn’t seen him at all. Stepmother smiled and told her sisters he (Stephen) was next door……and it was time to see him. You panicked, Father didn’t know about any of this, what would he say or do? You were dressed like a latex sissy maid, caged and plugged, the feeling of nausea started to rise up and you were led away into the next room, behind the ladies.

The sight that greeted you was horrifying and bizarre. Father was sat on a dining chair, or should that be lashed to it with leather straps. He was wearing the same outfit as you, including the hood. Once he saw you, he started to buckle and thrash, gagged grunts and howls as he now realised you were also a family sissy slave. Stepmother grabbed his caged cock hard and he quieted immediately. The Aunts giggled and chatted in Romanian as you were brought before him. Stepmother pulled another of the chairs forward and placed you opposite him.

“Now, boys. This might be a little shocking for you to see this, but I think it’s for the best. This house has been running very smoothly since you are now both under my care. My sisters are staying with us for a few weeks to help me train you completely. I still have a full time job to do and they’re very happy to assume control. Stephen, you’re on holiday from work, so we don’t have to worry. Thomas, while you’re looking for a job, you will be working here for your food and your bed.”

Stepmother was handed a double ball gag from Katja and it was swiftly buckled on you both, the panel gags discarded. More humiliation followed when both of you had your panties pulled down and the cock cages were chained together. Father’s eyes widened in horror as he was now locked to you. Any movements would be painful and the drool from your gags started to pool on each other. Your ass was still being worked by the plug and you were leaking in the cage. The ladies stepped back and once again started to chat in Romanian as they sat at the dining table, with the wine flowing and the occasional molestation of Father and Son. It was just the beginning of the holiday……

Oops I woke my puppy up

@MissLadyChantal

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How long before you beg me to stop?

In her haste to complete her account of L's visit before she returned to work on Monday, Mistress omitted one incident during the final night which I find much harder to forget.

I was lying awake by her bedside, nursing a painful erection, when I felt a kick in my ribs. I turned to see Mistress crooking a finger to beckon me closer. I raised myself up towards her and she whispered to me to fetch her a glass of water.

I crept out to the kitchen with my erection wiggling in front of me, casting a priapic shadow, and fetched her the water. When I returned, I knelt on the floor and offered it up to her in the required posture. She took a couple of mouthfuls, then reached over and poured the rest over the duvet I was sleeping on.

Grinning mischievously, she waved me away and told me to get "back to sleep". At first, I tried to avoid the wet patch, but it was too extensive to avoid completely and I suspected that Mistress would be wanting me to lie in it, so I did. If Mistress wants me to be uncomfortable, uncomfortable I must be.

This actually solved one of my problems: my erection soon subsided. On the other hand, it wasn't long before I started to feel the need to pee. That was a bigger problem than you might imagine, as when I am permitted to sleep beside her bed, I am not allowed to move, without her permission, until morning.

I am also not permitted to disturb her, except in the case of an emergency, so I am unable to ask her permission either. Mistress would not recognise my need to pee - no matter how desperate - as an "emergency". In fact, she clearly wanted to cause me distress and may even have wanted to make me wet myself.

I lay there anxiously for what seemed like hours, trying my best to hold on, but sure that it was a physical impossibility to last until I was due to rise. I had little idea of the time, as I was unable to see a clock from where I was. The strain was unbearable and at times, I felt like just letting go and taking the consequences.

At last, first light arrived and I padded off hurriedly to the bathroom to relieve myself, taking care not to make a noise in case I disturbed either Lady. It was technically morning and I hoped Mistress would stretch a point; if she wouldn't, I would just have to take whatever punishment she conceived.

In the event, nothing was said and it felt almost as if my anxiety was needless. You may be thinking that Mistress just forgot and I am foolish to write this and remind her: in fact, I have already confessed. Mistress laughed out loud and sentenced me to a caning, which she administered over the weekend.

I have been asked if I ever get tired of Mistress tormenting me. The short answer is "Yes". I often long for her to stop and be nice to me for a while; but sometimes when she is nice for long periods, I miss her tormenting me; and although I enjoy my periods of relative freedom when she is working, I live to be under her control.

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[Pics are from the old youngdommes site and feature the lovely Mistress N look-alike model, Nicola]