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On the Thursday, after work, having had a light snack, showered, and got changed, the couple set off, her dressed in the button fronted dress once more for ease of access. The lift was being worked on once again, fortunately it was looked on as a priority by this council.
At the tattoo shop, there was no receptionist, Trevor himself answering the door to them at the first knock, and as they walked through the shop itself, he switched out the un-necessary lights as they past. In the studio, and as part payment as agreed, Mandy as she expected, allowed Trevor to remove the dress, and after perusing the outlines of her body with his hands, she bent unceremoniously over the padded examination bench and allowed him to take her from behind, it was hard, and without love, ‘a commercial screw,’ as far remote from the loving double screwing of the other evening.
He pumped his seed into her, in a completely commercial and unfeeling way and after he had re-dressed himself, her without a hint of a climax of any sort, she turned over, lay back, placed her legs in the rests and awaited his pleasure.
Washing his hands, putting on rubber gloves and washing the various areas with the alcohol wipe, he began with a slight rhyme of Vaseline, then started at the belly bringing each butterfly or leaf to life with the buzzing needle. This time for her this was less of an ordeal, she knew what to expect and she could see as well and that made it 99% easier. John sat at her head, watching every move, her eyes riveted on her new pieces of art, Trevor moved on, inside the leg, the swallow became blue, and looked terrific. He remarked that at least the tits were finished, So, now she knew the next was her mons, she reached back over her head hoping to hold Johns hands, but to her surprise she felt a pair of handcuffs which were slapped onto her wrists, alarmed she tried to retract the arms, but found there was a cord holding the cuffs and now the hands back in place. Distracted as she was, she now found Trevor securing her left ankle, John rapidly moving to secure the other, telling her as he did that “he was sorry he hadn`t warned her, but he had thought it better!” and that “it was a shame Barney couldn’t have watched this next procedure, he would have loved the pain. That freaked he out completely as the needle buzzed once more, colour flooding the body of the little octopus, bright lurid green though by now of course Mandy was tied-down and couldn’t see for herself despite her efforts. The vibration moved painfully across to the right hip then the left and finally down the outer lips and under the crutch. a change of colour to do the eyes and the notice, then a change of tools, she now recognised the different beat of the more painful outliner needle, Johns voice saying that he knew this would hurt but he wanted to get all the pain over at once. Then his gloved hand took a hold of her left labia lip peeling it open and holding it for Trevor`s ministrations. The needle whirled, pain ran through her body, like electric shocks running from her pussy to her brain and causing her to scream loudly. It went on for quite a few minutes, though to Mandy it seemed like forever, Suddenly, it was over, a cold spray of probably plastic skin. spraying the area. Relief, as she heard him clean up the tools and his hands, changing the gloves with that strange rubbery snapping and the clatter of the pedal bin, her mind saying; ‘ok its over let me up, and we can soon go!’
She heard the men whispering then John pulling the left lip once more and marking it with two dots of marker. She Felt a cold spray once more, and knowing it was not over she lay exhausted, unable to change her destiny, limply waiting. Then a tool like pliers was gently held near the top of her flap caressing the lip on both sides. Trevor voice saying for her to “take a big breath, then let it out slowly!”
She did that and near the end of her out-going breath the tool sprang into action with a fierce click, punching a hole through the lip and fitting a gold eyelet in one swift and extremely painfilled motion. It was not without a reaction, her body rising to the full extent of the bindings and her voice renting the air with a scream of massive proportions.
Full of sympathy and more-so fearing a visit from the police department they fitted her with a ball gag.
Tears ran down her face, he whispered there was more to come, and her open-eyed look of complete panic told of the turmoil in her head,
The second eyelet was loaded, and she felt it positioned an inch from the bottom of the same lip, and on his instructions the deep breath taken once more, bracing herself for the pain she knew would come but before she could react the second hole was punched this time with a more muffled scream. Spray once more, this time on the other lip, the right, then the wipe which stung a bit on the soft skin, once again the breath then that awful pain, and her automatic scream. Finally then the fourth (and she desperately hoped the last), she braced herself the breath, a hesitation, then as her mind screamed ‘get it done’ the click and the tremendous pain once more raced through her body. the four holes now a sea of fire, an ocean of pain, inside and out, her lips with four glittering gold eyelets, and what had happened just inside her channel she wondered? another spray, then first her legs were released and then the gag went, Lastly the cuffs. She knew it was over, relief flooded her tired brain. Keen hands peeled her from the sweat encrusted and blood-spotted sheet and up onto her feet and wobbly legs, her sex feeling swollen and huge, as her husband helped her into her dress, buttoning the front as Trevor cleaned up.
With one man either side helping her walk they shut the shop up and tottered the weak legged lady to the motor, Trevor waving them away home, with a broad smile and no doubt a fat wallet.
The lift, luckily was working again and they were soon in the flat, she referring to her husband as ”a total shit,” not warning her of the extra work, though when he explained it was to “save her stress” she was more expressive, saying when she calmed a little that “He should phone her in to work as unwell next day, and retreating to her bed, in high dungeons!
The weekend was quiet, John warning a disappointed Barney to avoid his lady as she was “in a mood and sore!” Luckily, he could distract himself, busy playing catch- up at work having had the month off and having a backlog of jobs.
Thus, it was on the second weekend that Barney next saw the couple, though he had spent most days with John each dinnertime, at the pub, checking her progress and chatting amiably. By now the grumpiness had blown away, and things were back on a more, “friendly” level twix man and wife. Her labia now had two neatly punched holes in either lip about 1½ inches apart, and roughly opposite one another and the tattoo`s, were healing well, the swelling nearly gone, and the few tiny scabs having fallen away.
Barney appeared at the door on the Friday evening, a bottle of wine in hand as was his custom, but this time also with a big bouquet of roses, which he presented with a flourish to his lover, and a broach he had made, a broach in the shape of a tiny gold and emerald octopus, having been briefed by John which they all laughed about.
The summer heat was oppressive, so they ate on the veranda, lightly clothed all wearing just thin shirts and shorts. There were fewer joggers to laugh at, in the park at this time of the evening, the only folk about, a few couples walking dogs, and some c***dren playing football with a large brightly coloured ball, so Barney suggested they remove their shirts, not as an aphrodisiac, though he said “Mandy `s tits were certainly a turn on for him” but for the cooling air and the comfort.
The tops were soon off, and they were laughing about something and happy with the cool and tasty wine, when the doorbell rang not once but twice in an urgent sort of way. They exchanged glances, and Mandy being nearest the door to the lounge, slipped on her shirt and went to answer whoever it was.
On the doorstep stood old Harry from next door, a towel to his left hand and blood dripping from a bad cut, the luckily cold salad meal was abandoned for a moment and the neighbours cut treated, it being more gory than deep, but on his more active hand it had proved near impossible to stem the flow by himself. The old chap, a very active pensioner, was trusted by the couple, though they hardly saw him. A tall and gangling, man in his 70`s, who habitually wore just PJ`s round the flat, he had not stopped to change. The thin blue trousers, his only attire, gaping open in the way PJ`s do, as he sat for her to tape up his hand, giving our favourite nurse a glimpse of a circumcised tool of not inconsiderable size.
They invited him to join them on the veranda for some salad and a drink, an invitation which he very happily accepted, taking a seat between Mandy, who fetched an extra setting, at the end next to the doorway and the smiling Barney, John being tucked into the far end furthest from the door, the small veranda being so narrow the table being against the veranda rail, facing the park, the meal was soon resumed, Mandy at the table end, still in her shirt, thin through it was, the nipples just visible which Harry`s eyes never left for long… a fact noted by John who said that “it seemed unfair Mandy having to wear a hot sweaty shirt in this weather just for conventions sake, so would Harry be offended if she removed it to be cool” Harry grinned and said, “he would be sad if so pretty a lady was uncomfortable during this hot weather and to please make herself more comfortable, in fact he was sure it would enhance the scenery considerably!”
Mandy grinned and said,” thank you kind sir, you’re a smooth-tongued randy old bugger aren`t you!” which had them all laughing at his blushes, made more acute as she removed her shirt once more, and the old boys eyes focusing on her unusually cobwebbed erect teats his eyes like lasers.
He suddenly realised what he was doing and that they were all three grinning and watching him ogle the exposed flesh. Blushing profusely and stuttering his apologies, he explained that since ‘his Olive’ had passed away three years ago, these were the only pair of live breasts he had seen, that they were so close and so beautiful and that he so missed the company of a women, him living up here and alone.”
Mandy reassured him by saying that “he was most welcome, and it was a great compliment but he must not speak of her tattoo`s or for that matter, anything else they might get up too, anywhere outside this flat, or she would ‘remove his not inconsiderable privileges!’ which caused every-one bar Harry to laugh, he in fact promising never to but saying “how her tattoos were a very real turn on and an enhancement to a charming lady!”
They quizzed the old chap, who till now they had hardly seen, about his love life, which he said was now non-existent, but that he had been active till Olive became ill, then passed away, which meant for the last five year “it was a hand cranked old engine that had seen little use and was now stiffening up… for the first time in an age!” the men grinned, both making sympathetic noises, as he asked if she had more tattoos, to which she just blushed and smiled .
The meal went on, every move by Mandy, every tiny shake of her cobwebs, catching the attentive eye of a flushed pensioner, to the joy of the two men apparently enjoying their meal.
After the meal came coffee and it was obvious that the old boy was in no hurry to depart, not least due to the rigid embarrassment trying to find its way out of his PJ trousers hidden by the table!
Mandy sorry for the old lad, on being given a knowing nod from John whispered to Harry to “come with me, and slithering awkwardly from his seat as best he could, his back to the two men, he followed her to the kitchen where to his joy she took hold of his trousers and opening the loose fly, eased the old lads tool out, and kneeling took it in her mouth. In less than 5 minutes of the ladies ministrations, it saw him squirting his Jizz into her waiting mouth, and the old boy on his way home, with a smile a mile wide and a reminder that he was to say nothing, his echoes of goodnight, and thanks, echoing round the hallway as he went.
Mandy returning to the men with a smile and Barney remarking on the size of the old chaps tool. John saying,” you do realise he will be back?” to which a smiling Mandy said, she dearly hoped so as she; “fancied that todger, it being bigger than either of yours!”
They laughed, as she poured another round of drinks, John told her that he was glad Harry had gone as he had a present for her, and that “next week they would see how things were progressing” and that they would “need her measurements then to ensure a good fit!” bemused he had her remove her shorts and knickers, and bend over the couch back. Barney holding her hands as John clipped through each eyelet a heavy if small weighted padlock, saying “they are here for at least a week!”
“And how the hell do I work with that lot dangling?” she asked? Laughing he chuckled that, he had no idea, “but on they would be till next weekend…oh and don’t bother with knickers, they are to swing and stretch those lips, that’s the whole idea!” he let her loos, she stood, then moved for a test, the weights swung, and the unexpected movement caused her discomfort of a most unexpected style.
John ordered her to give both of them a blow job, which she happily did, not fancying full sex with theses swinging about. the three souls taking to their beds soon after, Barney in the spare bed, the heat being too much for sleeping in a three in bed contact. Come the morning the order to give a blow job again for each of them, being acted on, before Barney wandered off home about 12 noon. Mandy still coming to terms with her new swinging jewellery!
It was to be a long week, forgetting the rule about not wearing her uniform to and from, as no longer could she change in the communal changing room, her naked backside and the tattoos saw to that, not least the swinging weights as she hardly wanted the rest of her nursing group knowing she was both pierced and marked like a bimbo! The rattling alone enough to raise curiosity.
So off to work in uniform, each day earlier than normal became the only way she could imagine avoiding the rest of the girls, the cool air on her damp pussy as she walked, not so briskly it must be said, to her department …a very strange joy, then she spent as much of her time as she could, sat doing paperwork. Using the ploy, that she had turned her ankle. She had sympathy in droves, and that was good on Monday and Tuesday, but it wore thin by Wednesday, and come Thursday a wheelchair appeared, driven by the pushy Wendy, another staff nurse, this one crossed with Atilla the Hun, and a gorilla, who, on the ward sisters orders unceremoniously dumped her into the chariot and off to A&E was she wheeled! Staff getting priority ensured she soon found herself being x rayed, and then told it was a soft tissue injury, which of course she knew would be the case, there being nothing wrong, she was to rest her ankle till Monday, and was sent home for the rest of that day and Friday to rest it!
She went home, then began some of her jobs, like ironing, hoovering and dusting! Jobs she normally kept for week-end`s!
It was on the Friday shortly after John had set off for work that Harry re- appeared, he knocked, then said “he had heard someone in her flat and had thought, knowing she was normally at work, it may have been a burglar!” (the fact she had been clearly hoovering, made the idea a little odd) But even-so she had him in with a smile and the offer of a coffee. They sat happily swilling the coffee, and chatting, both glad of company, she explained she didn’t mind housework but shopping and so on were a nightmare to keep up with having a full time job, his reaction was to say he would happily shop for her and whizz a hoover round, if it would help, they coming to the conclusion that a small payment would enhance his meagre pension and benefit her tremendously, her elderly admirer, obviously hopeful, inched the conversation round to sex, and smiling she decided to make a pre-emptive strike and asked him what he was particularly into sexually!
Now, her forwardness rather threw him, but realising she was not averse, he told her of his wife`s enjoyment of other men, restricting him on those occasions, to the after clean, and if he was lucky to be able to watch mostly in bondage!
“Oh… you’re a cuckold!” she blurted out, he coloured a little then said “well I was…”
“Would you like to be again?” she asked.” He looked excited and a little questioning, as she went on “I mean my cuckold, my body cleaner, and very occasionally my lover?” he eagerly said in his best he was “most interested in the position madam,” which had her smiling at his put-on butlers voice and attitude
She regarded him seriously, then said “you said that my tattoos were interesting, is that one of your kinks?” he smiled, nodded and said it was, and he would love to see the whole package whenever she felt he deserved it- madam!”
She laughed at that, then told him she” loved the whole idea of him as a cuck-butler, but it was up to John her master, as to his duties for her, and that she would “talk to him tonight!”
She did however kiss him and not in a neighbourly fashion, and let him fondle her breasts, both out and inside of her clothing, but would not let him touch her below that area or anymore of her than the dress permitted, saying “he must wait till she sent for him after she had talked to John, after which she dismissed him to his own home.
On the Thursday, after work, having had a light snack, showered, and got changed, the couple set off, her dressed in the button fronted dress once more for ease of access. The lift was being worked on once again, fortunately it was looked on as a priority by this council.
At the tattoo shop, there was no receptionist, Trevor himself answering the door to them at the first knock, and as they walked through the shop itself, he switched out the un-necessary lights as they past. In the studio, and as part payment as agreed, Mandy as she expected, allowed Trevor to remove the dress, and after perusing the outlines of her body with his hands, she bent unceremoniously over the padded examination bench and allowed him to take her from behind, it was hard, and without love, ‘a commercial screw,’ as far remote from the loving double screwing of the other evening.
He pumped his seed into her, in a completely commercial and unfeeling way and after he had re-dressed himself, her without a hint of a climax of any sort, she turned over, lay back, placed her legs in the rests and awaited his pleasure.
Washing his hands, putting on rubber gloves and washing the various areas with the alcohol wipe, he began with a slight rhyme of Vaseline, then started at the belly bringing each butterfly or leaf to life with the buzzing needle. This time for her this was less of an ordeal, she knew what to expect and she could see as well and that made it 99% easier. John sat at her head, watching every move, her eyes riveted on her new pieces of art, Trevor moved on, inside the leg, the swallow became blue, and looked terrific. He remarked that at least the tits were finished, So, now she knew the next was her mons, she reached back over her head hoping to hold Johns hands, but to her surprise she felt a pair of handcuffs which were slapped onto her wrists, alarmed she tried to retract the arms, but found there was a cord holding the cuffs and now the hands back in place. Distracted as she was, she now found Trevor securing her left ankle, John rapidly moving to secure the other, telling her as he did that “he was sorry he hadn`t warned her, but he had thought it better!” and that “it was a shame Barney couldn’t have watched this next procedure, he would have loved the pain. That freaked he out completely as the needle buzzed once more, colour flooding the body of the little octopus, bright lurid green though by now of course Mandy was tied-down and couldn’t see for herself despite her efforts. The vibration moved painfully across to the right hip then the left and finally down the outer lips and under the crutch. a change of colour to do the eyes and the notice, then a change of tools, she now recognised the different beat of the more painful outliner needle, Johns voice saying that he knew this would hurt but he wanted to get all the pain over at once. Then his gloved hand took a hold of her left labia lip peeling it open and holding it for Trevor`s ministrations. The needle whirled, pain ran through her body, like electric shocks running from her pussy to her brain and causing her to scream loudly. It went on for quite a few minutes, though to Mandy it seemed like forever, Suddenly, it was over, a cold spray of probably plastic skin. spraying the area. Relief, as she heard him clean up the tools and his hands, changing the gloves with that strange rubbery snapping and the clatter of the pedal bin, her mind saying; ‘ok its over let me up, and we can soon go!’
She heard the men whispering then John pulling the left lip once more and marking it with two dots of marker. She Felt a cold spray once more, and knowing it was not over she lay exhausted, unable to change her destiny, limply waiting. Then a tool like pliers was gently held near the top of her flap caressing the lip on both sides. Trevor voice saying for her to “take a big breath, then let it out slowly!”
She did that and near the end of her out-going breath the tool sprang into action with a fierce click, punching a hole through the lip and fitting a gold eyelet in one swift and extremely painfilled motion. It was not without a reaction, her body rising to the full extent of the bindings and her voice renting the air with a scream of massive proportions.
Full of sympathy and more-so fearing a visit from the police department they fitted her with a ball gag.
Tears ran down her face, he whispered there was more to come, and her open-eyed look of complete panic told of the turmoil in her head,
The second eyelet was loaded, and she felt it positioned an inch from the bottom of the same lip, and on his instructions the deep breath taken once more, bracing herself for the pain she knew would come but before she could react the second hole was punched this time with a more muffled scream. Spray once more, this time on the other lip, the right, then the wipe which stung a bit on the soft skin, once again the breath then that awful pain, and her automatic scream. Finally then the fourth (and she desperately hoped the last), she braced herself the breath, a hesitation, then as her mind screamed ‘get it done’ the click and the tremendous pain once more raced through her body. the four holes now a sea of fire, an ocean of pain, inside and out, her lips with four glittering gold eyelets, and what had happened just inside her channel she wondered? another spray, then first her legs were released and then the gag went, Lastly the cuffs. She knew it was over, relief flooded her tired brain. Keen hands peeled her from the sweat encrusted and blood-spotted sheet and up onto her feet and wobbly legs, her sex feeling swollen and huge, as her husband helped her into her dress, buttoning the front as Trevor cleaned up.
With one man either side helping her walk they shut the shop up and tottered the weak legged lady to the motor, Trevor waving them away home, with a broad smile and no doubt a fat wallet.
The lift, luckily was working again and they were soon in the flat, she referring to her husband as ”a total shit,” not warning her of the extra work, though when he explained it was to “save her stress” she was more expressive, saying when she calmed a little that “He should phone her in to work as unwell next day, and retreating to her bed, in high dungeons!
The weekend was quiet, John warning a disappointed Barney to avoid his lady as she was “in a mood and sore!” Luckily, he could distract himself, busy playing catch- up at work having had the month off and having a backlog of jobs.
Thus, it was on the second weekend that Barney next saw the couple, though he had spent most days with John each dinnertime, at the pub, checking her progress and chatting amiably. By now the grumpiness had blown away, and things were back on a more, “friendly” level twix man and wife. Her labia now had two neatly punched holes in either lip about 1½ inches apart, and roughly opposite one another and the tattoo`s, were healing well, the swelling nearly gone, and the few tiny scabs having fallen away.
Barney appeared at the door on the Friday evening, a bottle of wine in hand as was his custom, but this time also with a big bouquet of roses, which he presented with a flourish to his lover, and a broach he had made, a broach in the shape of a tiny gold and emerald octopus, having been briefed by John which they all laughed about.
The summer heat was oppressive, so they ate on the veranda, lightly clothed all wearing just thin shirts and shorts. There were fewer joggers to laugh at, in the park at this time of the evening, the only folk about, a few couples walking dogs, and some c***dren playing football with a large brightly coloured ball, so Barney suggested they remove their shirts, not as an aphrodisiac, though he said “Mandy `s tits were certainly a turn on for him” but for the cooling air and the comfort.
The tops were soon off, and they were laughing about something and happy with the cool and tasty wine, when the doorbell rang not once but twice in an urgent sort of way. They exchanged glances, and Mandy being nearest the door to the lounge, slipped on her shirt and went to answer whoever it was.
On the doorstep stood old Harry from next door, a towel to his left hand and blood dripping from a bad cut, the luckily cold salad meal was abandoned for a moment and the neighbours cut treated, it being more gory than deep, but on his more active hand it had proved near impossible to stem the flow by himself. The old chap, a very active pensioner, was trusted by the couple, though they hardly saw him. A tall and gangling, man in his 70`s, who habitually wore just PJ`s round the flat, he had not stopped to change. The thin blue trousers, his only attire, gaping open in the way PJ`s do, as he sat for her to tape up his hand, giving our favourite nurse a glimpse of a circumcised tool of not inconsiderable size.
They invited him to join them on the veranda for some salad and a drink, an invitation which he very happily accepted, taking a seat between Mandy, who fetched an extra setting, at the end next to the doorway and the smiling Barney, John being tucked into the far end furthest from the door, the small veranda being so narrow the table being against the veranda rail, facing the park, the meal was soon resumed, Mandy at the table end, still in her shirt, thin through it was, the nipples just visible which Harry`s eyes never left for long… a fact noted by John who said that “it seemed unfair Mandy having to wear a hot sweaty shirt in this weather just for conventions sake, so would Harry be offended if she removed it to be cool” Harry grinned and said, “he would be sad if so pretty a lady was uncomfortable during this hot weather and to please make herself more comfortable, in fact he was sure it would enhance the scenery considerably!”
Mandy grinned and said,” thank you kind sir, you’re a smooth-tongued randy old bugger aren`t you!” which had them all laughing at his blushes, made more acute as she removed her shirt once more, and the old boys eyes focusing on her unusually cobwebbed erect teats his eyes like lasers.
He suddenly realised what he was doing and that they were all three grinning and watching him ogle the exposed flesh. Blushing profusely and stuttering his apologies, he explained that since ‘his Olive’ had passed away three years ago, these were the only pair of live breasts he had seen, that they were so close and so beautiful and that he so missed the company of a women, him living up here and alone.”
Mandy reassured him by saying that “he was most welcome, and it was a great compliment but he must not speak of her tattoo`s or for that matter, anything else they might get up too, anywhere outside this flat, or she would ‘remove his not inconsiderable privileges!’ which caused every-one bar Harry to laugh, he in fact promising never to but saying “how her tattoos were a very real turn on and an enhancement to a charming lady!”
They quizzed the old chap, who till now they had hardly seen, about his love life, which he said was now non-existent, but that he had been active till Olive became ill, then passed away, which meant for the last five year “it was a hand cranked old engine that had seen little use and was now stiffening up… for the first time in an age!” the men grinned, both making sympathetic noises, as he asked if she had more tattoos, to which she just blushed and smiled .
The meal went on, every move by Mandy, every tiny shake of her cobwebs, catching the attentive eye of a flushed pensioner, to the joy of the two men apparently enjoying their meal.
After the meal came coffee and it was obvious that the old boy was in no hurry to depart, not least due to the rigid embarrassment trying to find its way out of his PJ trousers hidden by the table!
Mandy sorry for the old lad, on being given a knowing nod from John whispered to Harry to “come with me, and slithering awkwardly from his seat as best he could, his back to the two men, he followed her to the kitchen where to his joy she took hold of his trousers and opening the loose fly, eased the old lads tool out, and kneeling took it in her mouth. In less than 5 minutes of the ladies ministrations, it saw him squirting his Jizz into her waiting mouth, and the old boy on his way home, with a smile a mile wide and a reminder that he was to say nothing, his echoes of goodnight, and thanks, echoing round the hallway as he went.
Mandy returning to the men with a smile and Barney remarking on the size of the old chaps tool. John saying,” you do realise he will be back?” to which a smiling Mandy said, she dearly hoped so as she; “fancied that todger, it being bigger than either of yours!”
They laughed, as she poured another round of drinks, John told her that he was glad Harry had gone as he had a present for her, and that “next week they would see how things were progressing” and that they would “need her measurements then to ensure a good fit!” bemused he had her remove her shorts and knickers, and bend over the couch back. Barney holding her hands as John clipped through each eyelet a heavy if small weighted padlock, saying “they are here for at least a week!”
“And how the hell do I work with that lot dangling?” she asked? Laughing he chuckled that, he had no idea, “but on they would be till next weekend…oh and don’t bother with knickers, they are to swing and stretch those lips, that’s the whole idea!” he let her loos, she stood, then moved for a test, the weights swung, and the unexpected movement caused her discomfort of a most unexpected style.
John ordered her to give both of them a blow job, which she happily did, not fancying full sex with theses swinging about. the three souls taking to their beds soon after, Barney in the spare bed, the heat being too much for sleeping in a three in bed contact. Come the morning the order to give a blow job again for each of them, being acted on, before Barney wandered off home about 12 noon. Mandy still coming to terms with her new swinging jewellery!
It was to be a long week, forgetting the rule about not wearing her uniform to and from, as no longer could she change in the communal changing room, her naked backside and the tattoos saw to that, not least the swinging weights as she hardly wanted the rest of her nursing group knowing she was both pierced and marked like a bimbo! The rattling alone enough to raise curiosity.
So off to work in uniform, each day earlier than normal became the only way she could imagine avoiding the rest of the girls, the cool air on her damp pussy as she walked, not so briskly it must be said, to her department …a very strange joy, then she spent as much of her time as she could, sat doing paperwork. Using the ploy, that she had turned her ankle. She had sympathy in droves, and that was good on Monday and Tuesday, but it wore thin by Wednesday, and come Thursday a wheelchair appeared, driven by the pushy Wendy, another staff nurse, this one crossed with Atilla the Hun, and a gorilla, who, on the ward sisters orders unceremoniously dumped her into the chariot and off to A&E was she wheeled! Staff getting priority ensured she soon found herself being x rayed, and then told it was a soft tissue injury, which of course she knew would be the case, there being nothing wrong, she was to rest her ankle till Monday, and was sent home for the rest of that day and Friday to rest it!
She went home, then began some of her jobs, like ironing, hoovering and dusting! Jobs she normally kept for week-end`s!
It was on the Friday shortly after John had set off for work that Harry re- appeared, he knocked, then said “he had heard someone in her flat and had thought, knowing she was normally at work, it may have been a burglar!” (the fact she had been clearly hoovering, made the idea a little odd) But even-so she had him in with a smile and the offer of a coffee. They sat happily swilling the coffee, and chatting, both glad of company, she explained she didn’t mind housework but shopping and so on were a nightmare to keep up with having a full time job, his reaction was to say he would happily shop for her and whizz a hoover round, if it would help, they coming to the conclusion that a small payment would enhance his meagre pension and benefit her tremendously, her elderly admirer, obviously hopeful, inched the conversation round to sex, and smiling she decided to make a pre-emptive strike and asked him what he was particularly into sexually!
Now, her forwardness rather threw him, but realising she was not averse, he told her of his wife`s enjoyment of other men, restricting him on those occasions, to the after clean, and if he was lucky to be able to watch mostly in bondage!
“Oh… you’re a cuckold!” she blurted out, he coloured a little then said “well I was…”
“Would you like to be again?” she asked.” He looked excited and a little questioning, as she went on “I mean my cuckold, my body cleaner, and very occasionally my lover?” he eagerly said in his best he was “most interested in the position madam,” which had her smiling at his put-on butlers voice and attitude
She regarded him seriously, then said “you said that my tattoos were interesting, is that one of your kinks?” he smiled, nodded and said it was, and he would love to see the whole package whenever she felt he deserved it- madam!”
She laughed at that, then told him she” loved the whole idea of him as a cuck-butler, but it was up to John her master, as to his duties for her, and that she would “talk to him tonight!”
She did however kiss him and not in a neighbourly fashion, and let him fondle her breasts, both out and inside of her clothing, but would not let him touch her below that area or anymore of her than the dress permitted, saying “he must wait till she sent for him after she had talked to John, after which she dismissed him to his own home.
Vera
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