Joan's Slave - Part Three I am literally cowering in the kitchen as Joan's sister and two nieces arrive at our house on this fateful Saturday cute teen blake valentine gets fucked hard by stepdad and his big dick, and small wonder. In the week since my "training sessions" began, I have been reduced to a blubbering child.
Just imagine! A grey haired, fit, distinguished looking man in his fifties, trembling behind a kitchen door as his attractive wife gushes over her sister Pam's daughters Annie, aged 12, and Dottie, aged 13, and tells them how cute they look in their new tailored suits.
My knees are knocking together in fear as I consider what lies ahead. My bare knees, I must add, because I am standing here dressed in a ludicrous little girl's pink frock, little girl's shiny black patent leather shoes, and short white socks with little pink and green flowers embroidered on them.
The frock is barely long enough to cover my pink silk teddie and my little girl's pink cotton panties. The backs of my legs are already red from the leather strap that Joan used on me earlier today, when I balked at making such a ridiculous spectacle of myself before her sister and Pam's two little girls. "Argue with me, will you?" Joan had said angrily as she pulled my naked body over her lap and whacked me mercilessly on my upturned bottom with my own belt, then continued to whack away at my legs, and, oh lord!, my balls.
It was no time before she had me tearfully begging for mercy and promising to wear anything she told me to wear and to do anything that she or any of our guests might tell me to do. But what does she have in mind when she talks about giving Annie and Dottie a sex education course?
And what is that huge thing in the backyard that looks like an outhouse that Joan had the carpenter working on for two days and then covered up with canvas? And why does Joan slap my face and tell me to mind my own business every time I asked her what it is?
But there's no time to think about all this now. The moment I have been dreading has come. "Won't you come in here, darling?" I hear Joan say with mock warmth in her voice. "Everyone's just dying to see how sweet you look. And do bring the snack tray, dear." I know it is hopeless. I try to pull down the skirt on my frock over my pink panties as best I can, pick up the tray piled with canapes I so carefully arranged earlier while Joan watched me with amusement (I was forced to do this bare assed naked with an electric vibrator shoved up my behind) and tentatively push open the swinging door from the kitchen to the dining-living room with my patent leather clad foot.
Red faced and already on the verge of tears, I step into the room. The expressions of startled amusement on the faces of Pam and her two young daughters are almost more than I can bear. Everything in me wants to turn and bolt, but I know it will be that much worse for me if I do. Along with my little girl outfit, I am wearing lipstick and eye makeup and I know how foolish that makes me look.
Joan had experimented with a blonde wig, but decided it would be more humiliating for me if I appeared with my ordinary grey hair, and I am therefore easily recognizeable. I take one quick look at the three visitors before averting my gaze to the floor. I curtsy, as I have been trained painfully to do, and advance toward the waiting guests with the snack tray.
Joan nods approvingly, and I feel a slight thrill under my pink panties. Joan's sister Pam is a woman in her mid-forties with slightly greying hair that she always wears tightly knotted. She has a nice slender figure for a woman her age, but I feel that her hairdo and the rimless glasses she wears give her an unusually severe quality.
This has never concerned me much until the situation I find myself in today. Pam was divorced several years ago, after her husband took up with another woman. This has made her extremely anti-male, and as I consider this thought, my knees begin to tremble anew. Pam and her daughters are all wearing tailored tweed suits, with skirts that come down to their ankles.
I envy them that. In spite of my situation, I can't help but think about what they might look like under those heavy tweed skirts. I wonder what kind of undies they are wearing. Dottie, the 13-year-old, is going to be a knock out. She has long blonde hair, grey eyes, and a childish but lovely figure.
Her younger sister Annie, is red haired and freckle faced. She wears rimless glasses two white guys smashing trazcy kush and her friends face her mother, and her hair is in two long braids down her back.
"Oh!," says Dottie, "It's Uncle James! But why is he dressed up like a little girl? Is it some kind of game?" "You might call it that," says my wife. "You girls are going to get some lessons today in the proper way to deal with a man, so he won't walk all over you the way your Dad did with your Mom. I think you'll see that if you know how to deal with them, men can be very very easy to control and that can be lots of fun for us women." "I think he looks funny," says Annie.
"Is he some kind of sissy?" She giggles. "Why that's exactly right," says Joan. "Uncle James is finding out that he's not the big macho man that he thought he was any more. He's my little sissy boy, and he does just what I tell him to do.
DON'T YOU?" She shouts at me. "Y-yes ma-m," I answer sheepishly, almost dropping the snack tray in my confusion. Not knowing what she wants me to do, I curtsy again. "Why I think this is hilarious," says Pam, laughing out loud as I approach her with the snack tray.
"And aren't those pink cotton panties he's wearing under his frock?" "Put the snack tray down, James, and show our guests how cute you desirable blonde in stockings gets double penetrated. Just stand up on the chair, there." "On the chair?" I ask, meekly.
"On the chair!" Joan sounds menacing again, and it doesn't take much to get me jumping. I can see that the girls think that this is an interesting development, indeed." "How do you get him to do whatever you want him to?" asks Dottie. She is at the age when she is becoming interested in boys, but I doubt it ever occurred to her to try and dress one up like a little girl.
"That's our topic for today," says Joan with a smile. "James!" she says sharply. "Yes ma-am," I reply, as if responding to a drill sergeant. I am perched uncertainly atop the chair.
"Pull up your frock and show the girls your pretty pink panties." "Red as a beet, I do as she asks. "Oh doesn't he look sweet?" says Pam with a giggle. "What's that big thing in his panties Mommie?" asks Annie. "James," says my wife, "Pull down your panties and show them your not really a girl." I look at her beseechingly.
"Get them down! And fast!" Flushed anew with embarrassment, I pull down my little pink underdrawers, exposing my now swelling member to the four highly interested females arrayed before me. "Oh mommy," says Annie. "I've seen pictures of them in Sex Ed, says Dottie, but I didn't know they were so big." "They get that big when the man gets aroused," says Joan.
"But that's a no-no for your Uncle James when you girls are here." "What can you do about it," Dottie asks. ""Watch," says Joan. She takes a metal ruler and raps it sharply against the side of my cock.
"Ooohh," I say involuntarily. My cock goes limp "That's better," says Joan. And she gives my balls a hard squeeze, causing me to moan again. "I never noticed those," says Annie. "Those are his balls, or testicles as they are properly known, dear," says her mother. "Can I squeeze them?" asks Annie. "Well, I don't know." her mother says.
"Of course you can," says Joan. "James, tell the girls they can squeeze your balls as hard as they like." "You can squeeze my balls as hard as you like," I respond automatically. "And pull your cock." "And pull my cock." "What if it gets big again," asks Pam.
"Here," says Joan. "Take the ruler. If it gets big, just give it a whack with this." "I'd love to use that on his behind," says Pam. "That's what all men need as far as I am concerned." "James," says Joan. "Get down off that chair and grab your ankles. Don't bother to pull up your panties." I do as she says immediately. "You can put your hands on your bottom cheeks and spread them for us now. That's good.
That's what I call his bull's eye." "Pam," Joan continues, " I'm going to get some rubber gloves from the kitchen so we can play with his ass hole without getting ourselves dirty, but in the mean time, let him have it good and hard with this ruler." "With pleasure!" Pam responded, and suiting action to words, gave me a searing whack across my poor exposed bottom with the metal rod.
"Count them out, James dear," says Pam, I'm going to give you twenty five, and I want you to thank me for each one!" "Ooh one! thank you Pam, two thank you Pam, threeeee" I screech as this one hits me right across my ass hole, "thank you Pam!" "Oh mommy. can I whack him too?" asks Annie. "Of course," Pam says. When she finishes, she makes me crawl on my hands and knees over to each of the little girls, each of whom, in turn, take the ruler and whack me on my upturned behind. While Dottie has me bawling like a baby, her sister, Annie,reaches down and grabs my balls and gives them a horrible squeeze that makes me scream in pain.
"Mommy look," says Dottie, "his thing isn't big any more." "That's because you are hurting his balls, dear," says her mother. "Keep it up, it will do him good!" My wife, Joan, returns from the kitchen with a rubber glove and also with a huge butt plug.
"OK girls," says Joan, "It's goosy goosy time." "Can I goose him first, Aunt Joan? Please! Please!" begs Annie. "If you promise to stick as many fingers as you can all the way up his asshole," says Joan. "And I mean all lucky patient fucks a stunning nurse pornstars cumshots way!." "Oh, I will, I will," says Annie, and Joan hands her the rubber gloves. "We have to lubricate them first," says Joan, "But not too much.
Stick them in his mouth and make him suck the fingers. Here James," she says to me, "I want you to slobber all over these gloves, and make little piggie noises while you do." I am too frightened to do anything but what she tells me to do. "Now crawl over to Annie and drop the gloves at her feet. Then turn around so that she has a busty girl katarina masturbates with her favorite toy view of your cute little bottom." My poor red bottom is sticking up in the air and my head is buried in my hands.
"Can I squeeze his pee-pee too, Aunt Joan?" asks Dottie. "Of course you can," says Joan. "But you must squeeze it very hard. Otherwise he might enjoy it and make a mess all over your hand." The litle girl's fingernails are digging into the flesh of my penis and I scream with pain. No chance of me coming here.
Oh god, there go her fingers probing up my asshole. One, two, three, four. "Very good," says Joan. "You've got everything in their except your thumb." "Can I try too. Aunt Joan?" asks Dottie.
"Why don't you climb on top of him and ride him like a pony?" "Oh goodie," says Dottie, laughing with delight. "Now girls, stop for a moment," says Joan. "We want him to take off all of his little girl clothes and get all naked for us now. James! Do as I say! And don't you dare tear any of your things or I'll paddle you till you can't sit down for a week! Now get over here and stand at attention while I tell you what to do next!" "Yes ma'am," I mumble. "Turn around and bend over so I can stick this butt-plug in your ass-hole.
Then I want you to crawl over to everyone here and shine their shoes with your tongue. But first bend over!" Joan shoves the butt plug up my ass in such a way that I scream again with pain.
I am now naked on my hands and knees in front of my wife, lovingly licking her high heeled shoes. I believe they are clean now, but I don't dear stop. It is a good ten minutes before she orders me to leave her and lick Pam's shoes next. After Pam I do Dottie's shoes and then Annie's.
I get a hard on thinking of how nice it would be to look up the little girl's dresses, but of course they are wearing long skirts and I can't. Joan notices I am getting hard. "Why you disgusting lecher!" she says. "Pam, just look at the size of his thing. Go get that big leather belt and whack his ass good for him while he's licking Annie's shoes.
Dottie, you count them out, I want at least fifty good whacks on his ass. And try and hit the butt plug if you can, Pam, that will give him something more to think about!" Pam is finished whacking my ass, and I have collapsed in tears, naked on the floor, wracked with sobs in front of little Annie. I don't care what these little girls think of me any more, I hurt so much.
God, I would like to see their behinds! But that is not to be." "Aunt Cute asian smacked her face with a cock, can I use the toilet, please?" asks Dottie. "Can you hold on for just a minute or two, dear?" says Joan.
She goes over to Dottie and Pam and whispers something to the two of them." "Really?" says Pam. "That's really going to be something!" "James," she says to me sharply. "Pull yourself together, we're going outside! But first I want you to put on this doggie collar." "Can I put my panties and my frock back on, please?" I ask, hoping that if the neighbors should see me that way they at least may not recognize me.
"You most certainly can not!" says Joan, adjusting the collar. "I want you out in the yard naked on your leash!" "You walk him Pam," she says. "Alright now, let's go. James, my sweet little piece of shit, you are finally going to find out what that thing is out in the yard that you have been so curious about." (To be continued.)