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CHARLIE AND ANGELA
Charlie pushed back from the table and gave a self-satisfied belch.
?Your niece is a wonderful cook,? she said.
?Thank you,? Aunt Mildred said, ?I taught her myself.?
?You did a fine job,? Charlie said. ?There was just the right amount of
tartness in the apple pie.?
?I told Angela, you didn?t like your pies as sweet as we do,? Aunt
Sophia said. ?Mildred is partial to a sweet pie.?
Sophia reached out, took Mildred?s right hand and gave it a squeeze.
Mildred beamed.
?Angela,? Aunt Sophia said, ?why don?t you go into the living room and
show Ms Piston how well you play the piano.?
Angela stopped clearing the table and gave the ladies a formal curtsey
in her pink party dress. She untied the frilly apron she was wearing
and carefully placed it folded on the yellow stepstool. She then turned
with a swish and flounced out of the room. The click of her high-heels
stopped as soon as she stepped upon the living room carpet.
The three women watched Angela seat herself on the piano bench, her
dress flowing over it. She sat carefully upright, with perfect posture.
She arched her hands in the attitude of the trained musician.
?Don?t play anything too long-haired, dear,? Aunt Mildred said. ?Play
something pretty.?
Angela nodded. Her hands hovered over the keys then came gracefully
down. She began to play ?Vilia? from The Merry Widow. As Angela
preformed, the ladies began discussing something seriously which she
couldn?t hear. After ?Vilia,? Angela continued with ?To Maxim?s Then I
Go,? from the same operetta, carefully trying not to play it too
spiritedly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Angela could see her Aunt Sofia?s
eyebrows going up and down, as they always did when she was trying to
make a point. Charlie stopped talking long enough to lift a bottle of
beer to her lips, ignoring the mug that Angela had carefully put on the
kitchen table for her use. As the bottle came back down to the table,
Charlie shook her head and frowned. Aunt Mildred shifted in her chair
and glanced at Aunt Sophia. Aunt Sophia tired to make a point, but
Charlie waved her off. The women faced each other in silence as Angela
commenced ?The Merry Widow Waltz.?
As Angela finished the piece, Aunt Mildred walked up behind her. Aunt
Mildred placed her hands on both of Angela?s shoulders and kissed her
on the right cheek.
?I have wonderful news for you, my dear,? Aunt Mildred said.
?Yes, Aunt?? Angela replied.
?You are going to stay with Ms Piston and keep her house for her.?
Angela?s face exploded with wordless surprise.
?Isn?t that wonderful?? Aunt Sophia coaxed from the kitchen.
?Yes, it?s wonderful,? Angela said with a low voice.
?Why don?t you thank Ms Piston, Angela?? Aunt Mildred asked.
Angela stood up and followed her Aunt Mildred back into the kitchen.
?Thank you, Ms Piston,? Angela said, with another of her graceful
curtseys, ?for allowing me to keep your house for you.?
?The pleasure will be all mine,? Charlie replied.
?I?m sure Angela will give you full satisfaction,? Aunt Sophia said.
?We have trained her on the strictest principles.?
?So you say,? Charlie said, doubtfully. ?Is she wearing the device??
?What a question!? Aunt Mildred exclaimed.
?Angela,? Aunt Sophia commanded, ?lift up your skirt.?
Angela?s blue eyes opened wide and a bright crimson flamed over her
face. Her mouth formed a slight pout and, for a fraction of a split-
second, she hesitated to obey.
?Bad girl,? Aunt Mildred said. ?Hold out your hand.?
Angela held out her right hand. Aunt Mildred picked up a tablespoon off
the table and smacked Angela?s hand hard with it. Angela pursed her
lips, but said nothing.
?Now, Angela,? Aunt Sophia commanded again, ?lift up you skirt.?
Angela gathered her party dress in a bunch and raised it
up.
?Your petticoats too, dear,? Aunt Sophia said.
Angela awkwardly wrestled with her petticoats, until they were pressed
against her chest. She put her legs wide apart to steady herself on her
high-heels. She wore nylon stockings and white cotton panties: framed
by a curtain of dress and petticoat suspended behind her.
Charlie leaned back in her chair. She reached into the pocket of her
flannel shirt and pulled out a cigar. After carefully cutting the tip,
she put it into her mouth. Aunt Mildred struck a match and held out.
Charlie leaned forward and puffed on the cigar until it was lit. The
smoke swirled around Angela?s hips.
?Step closer, girl,? Charlie said.
Angela took a step toward Charlie.
?Put your legs together,? Charlie said.
Angela?s shoes clicked together. Her heels were so high, she rocked
unsteadily from side to side on them.
Charlie puffed on her cigar, then reached out and pulled Angela?s
panties down to her thighs. A tight chastity belt was locked on
Angela?s hips.
?It?s a combination belt and tube,? Aunt Sophia explained.
?Her nasty thing goes into the tube and then is tucked between her
legs. It removes that nasty ugly bulge male have.?
?So it does,? Charlie agreed, blowing a smoke ring at Angela?s crotch.
?Very feminine. Where is the key??
?Here,? said Aunt Sophia, drawing a small key on a gold necklace from
around her neck.
?Give it to me,? Charlie said.
Aunt Sophia handed it to Charlie.
Charlie took the gold necklace.
The key swung back and forth in her hand, clicking against Angela?s
chastity belt. Angela rocked unsteadily on her high-heels.
?With this key,? Charlie said formally, ?I take custody of my
property.?
?I?ll have Angela pack her things,? Aunt Mildred said.
?No,? Charlie said, standing up, ?I?ll take her now. I have some things
my last domestic left, she can wear.?
Aunt Mildred was about to say something, but Aunt Sophia cut in.
?Of course you can take Angela now,? she said. ?We will be more than
happy to have her things sent later.?
?That?ll be fine,? Charlie said, standing up.
?Pull your panties up, Angela,? Charlie commanded the trembling girl.
?You look like a slut.?
Angela awkwardly worked her panties back up her hips, rustling her
petticoats as she did. Her dress fell to her ankles like a cascade, as
her arms dropped to her sides.
?Get inside my truck,? Charlie told Angela. ?I have some business to
talk over with your Aunts.?
Angela put on a pair of white gloves and picked up her small black
purse. She then stepped into the moonlight and carefully walked across
the lawn in her high-heels. When she reached Charlie?s old pickup
truck, she pulled out a small piece of paper, carefully folded and
tucked inside her gloves. Tears formed in her eyes and she began
sobbing softly to herself, as she opened it.
?I?ll see you tonight, Malcolm,? was all it said.
Angela turned the little note over and rummaged for a pencil inside her
purse. Quickly, she scribbled a few words.
?Piston Mansion, don?t follow, Angela,? was all she wrote.
She took a step toward the flowerpot resting on an old tree stump. But
stopped at the sound of Charlie?s heavy tread. Angela quickly stuffed
the note back inside her white glove.
?What are you doing out here?? Charlie demanded. ?Get in the truck.?
Charlie took Angela by the arm and walked her to the passenger side of
the truck. With mocking chivalry, Charlie opened the door and waved
Angela inside. Charlie climbed into the cab of the pickup truck and
started the engine. The key to the chastity belt was hanging around her
neck.
As the old truck lumbered down the road, Angela gazed anxiously ahead.
?May I roll down the window, Ms Piston?? she asked. ?It is hot.?
?Better not,? Charlie said, ?too many bugs. Just crack the window.?
Angela cracked the window and the wind whistled inside the truck cab.
She took her white gloves off and laid them on her lap.
Charlie shifted into high gear, then let her hand fall on Angela?s
knee.
?Nervous?? Charlie asked.
?Yes, Ms Piston,? Angela said.
?Good, it shows you understand your situation.?
Charlie gave Angela?s knee a squeeze. Angela?s hand closed on one of
her gloves, mashing it into a ball.
?I expect good service from my domestics,? Charlie said.
?Yes, Ms Piston,? Angela said.
A car?s headlights flashed out of the darkness then disappeared behind
a hill. Angela raised her hand to her face.
?Keeping the Mansion is only part of your duties, understand??
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
Angela had no idea who those headlights belonged to, but she was
willing to grasp at straws.
When the car came over the hill, the truck?s lights shown through its
windshield. Angela saw Malcolm behind the wheel.
?A miracle,? she thought.
Angela?s left hand flashed out and hit the truck?s horn. For half a
second Malcolm and Angela?s eyes were locked on each other. Angela
stuffed her glove out the truck window and it fluttered onto the road.
Then he was gone.
?What the . . .? Charlie cried out, grabbing Angela?s arm.
?What are you doing, girl??
?I?m sorry,? Angela, ?a bug bit me.?
?I?ll bit you, when we get home, girl. You understand??
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
?I will not stand for any foolishness from my domestics.?
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
Charlie gave Angela?s arm a hard squeeze, then let it go. The two sat
in silence until the truck pulled into the garage beside Piston
Mansion.
?Follow me,? Charlie commanded.
Angela followed Charlie into a large, opulently furnished living room.
?Ok,? said Charlie, ?I want to see what I?m getting. Take off all your
clothes.?
?Ms Piston, my shoes . . .?
?Yeah, I know, they have locks on them. Take off everything you can,
sweetie.?
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
Charlie sat down and watched with amusement, as Angela fought to reach
the buttons on the back of her dress. The buttons came loose one at a
time. The buttons undone, Angela stepped out of her dress; followed by
a wiggle out of her petticoats.
?Nice corset,? Charlie said.
?Thank you,? Angela replied. ?Aunt Sophia helped me put it on. It?s a
little tight.?
Angela?s waist was constricted into a tiny hourglass.
?Do you have trouble breathing??
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
?Good. Come here and turn around.?
Angela obeyed. Charlie untied the knot on the back of the corset.
?There ought to be a lock on this thing,? she commented.
?Yes, Ms Piston,? Angela said, without much conviction.
Charlie left it to Angela to unlace her corset. As Angela took it off,
Charlie noticed that her figure remained a tiny hourglass: molded by
years of compression. Angela then unhooked her bra and let it fall on
her petticoats. Her chest was disappointingly flat, but her areolas
were large and round.
?Now your panties,? Charlie commanded.
Angela blushed demurely as she took her panties off. Angela stood in a
puddle of party clothes.
?Don?t be bashful,? Charlie mocked. ?Put your arms behind your back.?
Angela reluctantly folded her arms behind her. She was wearing nothing
now, save for her shoes, hose and chastity belt.
?You?re a cute little slut,? Charlie said.
?Thank you, Ms Piston.
Charlie got up and lumbered over to Angela.
?Open your mouth.?
Charlie inspected Angela?s teeth.
?Not bad. Get on your hands and knees.?
Angela obeyed. Charlie walked across the room and got a dog leash and
collar from a cabinet drawer. She fastened the collar around Angela?s
white neck. She then unbuckled her belt and slowly slid it out of her
blue jeans. She folded the belt once in her hands, then stepped behind
Angela. With a heavy slap, the belt came down on Angela?s fat plump
bottom, leaving an angry red streak across it.
?That?s for blowing my truck horn,? Charlie said. "And that and that
and that . . .?
Charlie began spanking Angela with her heavy belt; holding tightly on
the leash. Angela was soon in tears, choking as her neck jerked inside
her tight collar.
?That will teach you to try any tricks,? Charlie said.
?Yes, Ms Piston,? Angela sobbed.
?I was merciful this time. You?ll just be a little sore sitting down.?
?Thank you, Ms Piston.?
?Let?s see what you?ve got that?s worth locking up.?
Charlie took the key from around her neck and unlocked the chastity
belt. With surprising gentleness, she removed it from Angela?s body. A
dainty pink, shaven, circumcised cock and balls swung between Angela?s
legs. Charlie reached between Angela?s legs and grasped her cock. It
instantly became erect.
?Horny slut, aren?t you,? Charlie mocked.
?Yes, Ms Piston,? Angela replied.
?Want to cum??
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
?Say ?Please.??
?Please, Ms Piston.?
?Say, ?Pretty please.??
?Pretty please.?
?Say, ?Pretty please with sugar on it.??
?Pretty please with sugar on it.?
?You are a slut, aren?t you??
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
?Lay on your back and open your legs.?
?Yes, Ms Piston.?
Charlie allowed just enough slack on the leash for Angela to roll on
her back. Angela opened her legs, exposed and vulnerable. Charlie
lightly placed the sole of her heavy work boot on Angela?s cock.
?Lay passive, slut. I don?t want you to do any wiggling.?
?Yes, Ms Piston,? Angela replied.
Charlie rubbed her boot three times over Angela?s cock. Angela cried
out and gripped the petticoat she was laying on. Hot sticky cum
squirted out of her cock, as her freed testicles unleashed their load.
?Look what you?ve done,? Charlie said. ?You?ve dirtied the sole of my
boot. Lick it off.?
Angela lay panting. She felt used, embarrassed, ashamed and degraded. A
huge boot came down and hung over her face, dripping cum. Trembling
with revulsion, She stuck out her tongue and licked the cum off.
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