Elizabeth's Son-in-Law: Day 1
Disclaimer: This fictional work includes scenes of made-up incest or incest-related content.
I've always referred to Her as 'Elizabeth'. Only her closest friends call Her 'Beth' or 'Liz'. When I married Elsa, her grandmother was the head, but now she's in a full-time care retirement home. When Elizabeth retires or dies, my Elsa will take over as the head. When our daughters grow up and marry, their husbands will be introduced to the family hierarchy.
Elizabeth will be 63 years old on Tuesday. I know this because, as the spouse of Her eldest daughter, every year, I take a week of vacation time to serve Her during Her birthday week.
Sunday morning, right after breakfast, Elsa inspected me to ensure there wasn't a single body hair on me and that my penis was securely locked in a cage. She cleaned my chest with rubbing alcohol and glued my 'D' cup breasts to it.
Elsa's father used to get the same 'treatment' before he passed away. No men are allowed in the head's home during Her birthday week.
I'm fortunate to have a thick head of light brown hair and no male pattern baldness. From August, I have my stylist cut my hair longer, so by Her birthday at the end of November, it's long enough to style in a feminine way. Today, I brush it back into a ponytail, held by a pink scrunchie.
I wear my pink bra and sissy boy panties. Natural pantyhose and four-inch heel, pinkish-beige pointed-toe pumps. My dress is a pink floral print, long-sleeve modest collar line two inches below the knee, full skirt number.
Elsa looks dazzling in a similar style dress in a hunter green.
"Goodbye, Daddy!" I hug and kiss our little angels as Elsa puts on her grey fox bomber jacket.
"See you next Sunday. Be good girls for Mother."
They grew up knowing 'Daddy' was sometimes 'Mommy', especially when we went to Grandma Spencer's.
Elizabeth greets us at the door of her large ranch-style house.
"Where are my grandbabies?"
"One of Beth's friends has them going to Sunday School."
"Mm, well. Don't let them get too radicalized."
"No worries, Mum. We'll discuss it with them later."
"Time for coffee, then?" She gestured to me, "You, take your bags to the spare room and change."
Elsa pulled down the zipper on the back of my dress and smacked my butt. "Way to go, dear. Don't keep Mother waiting."
Elizabeth had arranged my black satin maid's dress and matching cuffs on the bed. Also laid out were the extreme spike locking black ankle straps with the eight-inch hobble chain attached.
Upon finding Elizabeth and Elsa at the kitchen table, I saw the five little gold padlocks lined up in a row.
"Come, turn." She pulled my dress's zipper up and locked it. "Wrists." She padlocked a twelve-inch chain, securing it and locking my wrist cuffs.
"Bring the step stool." I fetched it from the broom closet by the garage door, climbed to its top. She locked on my shoes with the last pair of padlocks.
"You can start with the dishes." I returned to the floor and got to work.
"OK, Mother. By the time the girl gets home from school and I get them ready, it'll probably be close to 5 by the time we drive here for your birthday dinner." Then, without saying a proper goodbye to me, Elsa left.
Elizabeth looked exquisite, as always, in a smoky blue, slim, below-the-knee skirt and a short puff sleeve ruffle front powder blue satin blouse. On her feet were sky blue pointed toe two-inch heel pumps.
She returned from seeing Elsa to the kitchen door with her three-foot carbon fiber switch and a soft pink silicone ball gag in her left hand.
"Open up." She shoved the rubbery ball into my mouth and fastened its straps.
"Pull down your panties and assume the position."
I lay my breasts across the kitchen table. I felt her lift the hem of my dress and crinolines and hold them gently to the small of my back.
'Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!'
I screamed into the ball gag, then lay there whimpering.
"Get back to work. Tell me when you've finished cleaning the kitchen."
I pulled my panties back up and got to work.
I served Her lunch. Then she removed my gag and permitted me to eat. She kept me housekeeping until midafternoon, when she locked me in my bedroom.
She came for me at dinner time and allowed me to join her for the meal she had prepared. She started a conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary about eating with me in my maid's dress, wrists chained together and hobbled. Then, abruptly, she said, "So, Elsa tells me you're straight, other than the dresses."
I blushed. "Yes, Elizabeth."
"Never been a cock-sucker?"
"No, Elizabeth."
"Wow, I never thought you'd be into that kind of thing." I said, surprised.
"Ah, you know Darren? He used to tell me he wasn't into it, but after we were done, his dick would be rock hard." She recalled, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
"Those were the good old days. We'd find a guy and both of us would have a go at him. One time, we stayed in Jolly Harbour, Antigua. Peter was a real hunk. He had a chiseled body, and a massive black dick." She laughed, trying to pull down her zipper to unlock my bedroom door.
"I used to tie Darren's elbows together, so he could only kneel. Then, Peter would stand behind him and force his giant cock into Darren's mouth. Meanwhile, I'd be lying back, enjoying Peter's smooth dick as he penetrated me. It was an unforgettable experience."
After lovingly easing off her zipper, Elizabeth allowed me to become free from captivity. Finding solace in her embrace, I slipped into my silk nightgown and nobly resisted temptation.
"But, don't get too comfortable, dear. There's always something else to talk about." Sheka sent me a wink.
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