Title: Matt's Tale - Part 2 Subtitle: Discovering A New Path
In the early hours of the morning, my phone buzzed beside me, alerting me to a new incoming call. I picked it up to answer, only to find out it was Mistress on the line.
"Morning, Mistress," I greeted her cheerfully, already thinking about her controlling my young sister.
"Good morning, slave," she replied with a hint of excitement. "How are you feeling today?"
"I'm feeling very excited, Mistress," I responded with a smile, knowing that she had planned some nasty activities for the day.
"Good. Pull back the covers and let me see," she ordered. A red light was blinking on the camera box, indicating that she was watching. I couldn't contain my excitement as she commanded.
I obeyed immediately and thrust my hips forward to give her a perfect view of my raging morning glory. My grin broadened as I stroked my hard cock while staring straight into the camera.
"Very nice, slave," she complimented. "Now go take a shower. I want to see you cum in the shower after you're done."
"Yes, Mistress," I acknowledged, standing up to retrieve my towel and walking naked to the bathroom. En route, I passed my sister Mary, who gave me a naughty smile and squeezed my hard cock.
Once in the shower, I soaped up a rag before proceeding to cleanse myself. Once done, I set the rag aside and washed my cock with my soapy hands. I then stroked it vigorously as I stared into the camera with a mischevious grin, eventually achieving a climax on the shower wall.
I drained the shower and left it to dry before returning to my room. My sister stopped me in the hallway.
"I laid out some clothes for you to wear. And you are giving me a ride to school."
I walked into my room to see a pair of khaki chinos and a light blue shirt on my bed. It wasn't what I would have picked for myself, and without any underwear, I was going to struggle to hide my throbbing cock. I hoped I wouldn't leak precum as it would be highly visible on these pants.
We sat down for breakfast. My mother and sister were seated at the table. I entered and they both took note of how different I looked. "Wow, honey," said Mother, before eyeing my crotch.
Seeing their eyes on my crotch, I said, "No, Mom. Nothing special."
Mary leaned forward and whispered, "Better get that cock ready. I'm not done with it."
"Noted," I said bluntly, feeling extremely embarrassed for my sister's open flirtation.
After breakfast, my sister and I left. I drove to her school where she climbed out of the car, telling me to pick her up at the same spot at 3 PM.
"And I want to see your cock when we meet," she added, grinning at me before climbing out. I drove away, feeling so excited for the afternoon's meeting but also nervous about not cumming during the day.
True to her word, she met me at the appointed hour. "Take me home," she ordered, as she slid her hand between my legs and fondled my rock-hard cock.
The drive to her house was uncomfortable as I fought the urge to cum while Mary clutched my cock. Once inside her house, she wasted no time in climbing up to her room.
Mary was waiting for me when I entered her room. "And some fun times here we come," she said, before yanking off my chinos and briefs, exposing my throbbing dick.
As we neared our house, I found myself once more rock-ant sons. Mary opened the door as I began sliding my erection back into my pants. She gazed at me and stated, "No chance, keep it out and come in."
To add to my mortification, rather than accept the books I was carrying, Mary scooped them from my arms.
"You won't need these," she chuckled, her grin accentuating my embarrassment.
Feeling decidedly awkward as I walked up the long pathway to our front porch, I could barely focus as the fear of being caught, in this state, loomed over me. I half-expected a neighbor or two to gawk as I walked towards our home, my privates prominently displayed. Alas, one such neighbor caught my eye. Mrs. Jacobs was pruning her hedges; she stopped and watched me as I passed. I dismissed it - my clock swinging before me.
Mary was still giggling as I entered the house. She motioned for me to disrobe completely, nakedness imposed upon me.
"Go get our mail," she commanded. Our mailbox was on the deck. Catching glimpses of my naked body through the window, Mary chuckled. I was mortified, not only by a pair of eyes watching me from a distance but also the anticipation of seeing her gaze. My nudity was inescapable - and Mrs. Jacobs seemed amused.
I deposited the mail in her hands. She instructed me, "Drink."
To the kitchen I went, pouring a soda as she sipped her own. I handed the drink to Mary, who sat on the sofa, her amused glance never faltering.
"Stand here," she signaled, pointing to a spot in front of her. With hands on my head, feet firmly planted apart, I did as instructed; my erection still very much apparent and leaking.
Mary continued to sip her soda, looking at me and then adding, "Squeeze your cock for me." My precum, dripping from my cock, was wiped on the shaft.
Silence filled the room before she questioned, "Did you cum earlier today, despite my order?"
My face turned a fiery red as I responded, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I couldn't resist the idea of serving you."
Punching down my exposed cock, she demanded, "Strip."
Now fronting her fully nude, she stood up.
"Fetch me a drink," she said.
I poured another soda, returned to her, and handed it to her. Mary took a long sip as she said, "Bend over this chair."
Complying, I bent my head between the legs of the chair. She pushed my feet apart and started hitting my ass with her hands. I yelped in pain and surprise. She slapped me hard across my backside.
"Do not disobey me!", she shouted while removing her belt.
She wrapped the belt around her right hand and hit me repeatedly, with full force. The belt slashed across my backside and groin.
"Never defy me, slave!" she howled, hissing at me. She released my neck and I succumbed to gravity, a deep shudder brewing in me.
She instructed, "Take off these shoes."
Obedient, I removed her gym shoes. "Knead them," she instructed. I massaged the inside of her gym shoes before handing them back much to her amusement.
Mary sloped the chair backward, unveiling her feet. "Kiss them," she commanded.
Naturally, I indulged. I kissed the underside and the soles of her shoes. My embarrassed face was obscured by the shoes.
She demanded, "Stand."
Despite my nakedness, I complied, reverting to standing position, legs spread.
Mary scrutinized me, not visible the annoyance that I'd disobeyed her. "Perhaps you finally learned a lesson?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, casting my gaze to the floor. "I won't disobey again."
"Hurry up and change before my husband comes home," she ordered. "The same outfit as yesterday."
"Yes, Ma'am," I responded, picking up my clothes and heading up the stairs.
"Wait," she called out. I turned to see Ma'am sitting there, grinning. "I love your ass red, slave. We'll be doing that often from now on. Now, go."
"As you wish, Ma'am," I said, swiftly making my way up the stairs.
I entered my room and slipped on the skimpy shorts I wore yesterday and a clean t-shirt. I heard Ma'am talking to my mom, likely indicating she had just arrived home.
I began my descent, taking a quick glance at my rear in a full-length mirror. I noticed a couple of red welts on my thighs from Ma'am's belt. Before I could take any action, my mom called me down. I hoped my shorts wouldn't appear too conspicuous.
I walked into the kitchen with a smile from Ma'am. Mother was standing there holding a bag. "I got your favorite Chinese for dinner," she declared to me. "It's to thank you for mowing the lawn yesterday without being asked." She regarded my shorts, which were now tented out. I flushed, but Ma'am was beaming.
"Thanks, Mom," I said, taking the bag and putting it on the counter. As I turned around, Mother was appraising my reddened thighs from the belt.
"Hard day at work today," Mother commented. "I think I'll need a glass of wine before dinner."
"Sounds like a smart idea, Mom," Ma'am said. Observing me, she instructed, "Matt, why don't you fetch Mother a glass of wine."
Mother said, "Make it two, Matt." Gesturing to Ma'am, she added, "And you, too."
I stepped into the living room to fulfill their requests. They took their seats while I poured the wine. I carried the glasses into the living room. Mother was sitting on the sofa with her legs kicked up. Ma'am was in a chair, smirking at my shorts.
Mother clasped her hands around her feet, saying, "My feet are killing me, I was on my feet all day."
"Matt, wouldn't you like to rub Mother's feet?" Ma'am inquired. "You give an excellent foot rub."
I sat on the opposite end of the sofa and took a foot into my lap, rubbing it as Mother enjoyed herself. She gently rubbed her foot against my hard cock in response.
Almost overwhelmed with pleasure, I rubbed the other foot and leaned in as Mother set down her other leg on my lap. I was on the verge of a shot.
Mother stood and said, "Time to eat." She went into the kitchen followed by Ma'am, who gave me a wink. We all sat down at the table and acted as if nothing had happened.
Ma'am positioned her foot against my crotch, resting it under the leg of my shorts. I looked at her and mouthed "Please." She just smiled and slid her foot under my shorts, her toes brushing against my hard cock.
My attention was diverted by the food as I attempted to control myself.
Mother posed a question: "Is everything okay, Matt? Enjoying the meal?"
I mumbled, "Yeah, Mother. Everything's fine. I've got a test approaching."
After dinner, Ma'am and Mother asked, "Can you two do the dishes?"
I gestured to them, "I'll handle it. Sit back and relax."
Ma'am grinned and walked into the living room with Mother, both offering me a sly wink.
I cleaned up and carried out the dishes, battling my raging hard-on the entire time. Finally, I entered the living room, where Mother and Ma'am were comfortably seated on the sofa. Ma'am patted the middle spot, saying, "Come on, Matt. There's a spot for you here." I sat between them, my cock straining against the shorts, and my testicles exposed due to the pulled-up leg of my shorts.
I was pretty tense and shifted around a lot as we sat through another vapid movie. Eventually, it was all over, and Mother gazed at us, eyeing my shorts and remarked, "I believe it's time for you two to hit the hay."
I got up and attempted to conceal the bulge in my shorts with my hands, bid farewell, and went up the stairs. Mother called after me and I paused to face her once more. She was trained on my behind and the crimson streaks on my thighs. "Thanks again, sweetie," she said.
I flashed a grin at her and journeyed up to my room. Almost immediately, Mary emerged into my room, clenching her belt.
"No, please, Mistress," I implored, glancing at her belt in her grasp.
She chuckled and stated, "More punishment, brat. Disrobe."
I shrugged off my clothes, my penis erect with anticipation and excitement.
"Position yourself on the bed, facing down," she instructed.
As I followed her command, she joined me on the bed. She pressed my face into my pillow with one hand whilst her other hand, brandishing the belt, brought it down sharply on my bare ass. I yelled into my pillow, my voice muffled through it. Mary's laugh rang out as she kept thrashing my naked ass with the belt.
Ultimately, after a dozen smacks, she rose and gazed down at me. My head rose, tears forming in my eyes, and my ass on fire.
"I guess now you know not to defy me again, pet," Mary chuckled at me.
"Yes, Mistress," I wailed.
"Good evening, pet," she remarked and strolled out. I observed the red light flashing on the camera—she had captured it all.
I remained there on my stomach, my rear too sensitive to turn over, eventually drifting off to sleep.
(To be continued)
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