Meri Mallu Mummy Leela Part27
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I put on my biggest longest coat and wrapped it around myself buttoning
it up from top to bottom, then looking at the time I hurried out to the
car, my heart pumping so quickly I thought I would have palpitations. I
started the engine and drove out of the drive, my hands almost shaking
too much to hold the wheel.
Surely if I reasoned with her, surely if I found some excuse she might
laugh at me, but surely I could find a way out of this.
Without realising it I drove slower and slower with the car eventually
bouncing slowly down the long rough lane to her house until I pulled
into the farm yard by the back door. The door was open and she stood
there, her hands on her hips looking annoyed, but that wasn't new she
always looked annoyed.
She wore the black jodhpurs, riding boots a white shirt and a tan jacket
that she usually wore and in her hand she had a riding crop, she looked
as if she had just got off a horse.
I noticed that she was tapping her boot with the wicked looking riding
crop and a sudden chill of fear began to grip me. I opened the car door
with a deep breath, plucking up my courage to get out. The driver's side
was the opposite side of the car to the house and her, I got out and
stood there for a moment, all she could see of me was my big coat.
"Well come along, you are late already, let me see you, let me see if
you have done what you've been told"
Hesitantly I walked around the front of the car so she could see my
stocking clad legs beneath my coat, she smiled, a wicked sort of smile
"Come on sissy, get a move on, come here."
I walked slowly towards her, hating having to do it, wanting to turn and
run at every step. My heart was pounding and I was feeling uncertain of
my footing in the heels, my ankles wobbling as I walked over the uneven
ground.
As I got closer to her, her hand suddenly shot out and gripped my arm
tightly, she had a fearfully strong grip and pulled me with her into the
house. She almost dragged me along the corridor to a room at the end
which I always understood was her study. It had previously been strictly
off limits to me or even to my wife, that's as far as I knew anyway,
because my wife had refused to talk about it.
She pushed me into the room and frighteningly closed the door behind us,
turning the key in the lock and putting it in her pocket.
"Now get that coat off, let me see what I've got here."
Hesitating nervously and really, really not wanting to do it at all, I
slowly began to unbutton my coat.
"Quick about it, you're in enough trouble as it is without annoying me
more"
She slapped her boot with a crack from her riding crop as if to enforce
her words.
I hurried now and eventually took the coat off revealing myself in sheer
humiliation, my face on fire with embarrassment, I really wanted to cry.
"Well now, what have we here? So you've come to me as a little maid,
have you sissy?"
Her smile was huge but not funny, it was more evil
"What a good sissy you are coming to your mistress dressed like this, it
seems you want to be my maid, don't you sissy?"
I just stared at her wishing I could disappear.
"My previous maid left me even though I paid her well. She couldn't take
me chastising he, sissy, but all maids need to be taught don't they? You
won't mind being chastised, will you sissy?"
She paused, studying me, as if daring me to answer her.
"After all you haven't any choice in the matter do you? You'll just have
to accept it like a good little maid."
She laughed loudly, too loudly.
The terror was beginning to build more and more now, she was a mad woman
"It, it, it's a mistake," I began. "It, it was a, a, game."
She laughed her evil laugh again.
"I don't tolerate lateness or lies, now bend over the desk for your
first lesson."
It was then I tried to dash by her, to escape, to run for it, but she
grabbed me and slapped me hard across the face. It came as a complete
shock, stunning me and almost knocking me to the floor.
She is a big woman and used to outdoor life and in reality I have to
admit that I am only small, soft from office work and somehow even
softer and weaker from the last few weeks of my enforced visits to the
salon and his constant terrorising.
My head spinning in shock and loss of balance and before I knew it, I
found myself bent over the desk, my dress lifted up, her hand on my
knicker clad bottom the sound of her voice chuckling as she did.
"What have we hear then, proper knickers for me, well I have plenty more
knickers like these for you to wear for me sissy."
I tried to wriggle to put my hands down to cover my bum, to pull my
dress back over myself. She gave me a hard smack on my right cheek.
"I'll fix you."
She grunted.
Before I knew it she was slipping loops of thin leather leashes around
my wrists and pulling them down somewhere over the far side of the desk.
I was in such a state, terrified, humiliated, and panicked, at the time
the leashes just seemed to be there, it was happening and as you are
struggling you just don't think how. It wasn't until later that I
wondered about her planning of my visit, I think she must have had it
set up, perhaps she had used them previously as she seemed very adept,
almost as if it was something she did every day.
She tightened the leashes and I felt myself being pulled over her desk,
my feet leaving the ground. I couldn't seem to move, I tried to wriggle,
to pull myself free but the loops had self tightened about my wrists and
I just seemed to be held there totally defenceless.
"Now where were we?"
She grunted, it seemed primeval, animal like.
"Pleease, please Aunty, let me go."
I whimpered, but she just laughed, it was almost as if I was her doll at
that moment and I felt her slowly lift my dress again as I wriggled in
acute embarrassment. Enjoying her humiliation of me, she slid her hand
over my translucently covered bottom, stopping occasionally to smack my
cheeks.
"My, my, now where did you get such a lovely round soft jiggley bottom
like this" she murmured to herself.
"Please let me goo Aunty, pleease."
I felt her fingers stray up to the waistband of my knickers, those
horrible, horrible, hateful, exciting knickers. She slipped her finger
tips beneath the elastic and gradually, very gradually pull them down.
It was almost as if she was loving every centimetre of it as she
revealed my bare bum.
"Nn noo, noo, please Aunty nooo."
I begged, but she continued until they were pulled down from my bum to
the very tops of my thighs.
I could feel her fingers now, cold, stiff and slightly calloused as they
traced their way over my bare cheeks, almost tickling my bum.
Then the feeling changed, it wasn't her fingers anymore, it still
tickled and I wriggled at the touch, but I suddenly whimpered in
horrified realisation that it was the end of her wicked riding crop that
I could feel.
It sent me into a panic, a terrified whimpering panic.
"Pleeeease pleeease Aunty, Pleease noo please."
The first stroke took me by surprise, the instant sting, almost out of
the blue, before six more quickly in succession, It hurt, I mean it
really hurt, it brought tears to my eyes, struggling, wriggling harder
to try and avoid it, to get away from her cruelty.
She stopped and the crop began its' tickling again, even tracing and
working down between my cheeks and between my legs.
"Please, please stop, please let me go Aunty, please."
I whimpered as my body stiffened to get away from the stiff end of her
exploring whip, but the tickling continued for a few minutes until
eventually I felt her hand sliding over my soft trembling rump, her palm
feeling the heat she had brought to my poor bum.
"Mmmm"
She murmured as if she was in her own world, then just as suddenly, a
slap. It was different to the stinging cut of that horrible crop, not
the smack of a hand but a harder heavier slap, later I discovered that
she was using a leather paddle.
I am not good with pain, I hate and fear it, and the beating she gave me
over her desk had me in floods of tears. I was begging her to stop,
sobbing, great whimpering tears but she didn't seemed satisfied until
she made me cry uncontrollably.
It was only then when she believed that she had broken me, it was only
then that she felt she could do whatever she liked with me or to me and
I would do it and to my shame, she was right.
She stopped her chastisement as quickly as she started it and I could
hear her breath coming in rapid gasps from the sheer physical effort of
what she had done or was it from the enjoyment she had experienced by
doing it.
I felt more than saw her hands on the desk either side of me, her hips
against my legs as she pulled herself forwards and upward until she was
rubbing herself against my bottom.
Her hands slid around my chest, her fingers feeling for my nipples
beneath my clothes, which even though they were not erect, they were
enlarged, grown as they had with my breasts over the last few days.
She found them easily and pinched them erect between her fingers and
thumbs, pulling on them as she put her full weight on me. Slowly she
began to move her jodhpur covered hips humping against my bare bottom as
she grunted with animal obscenity. My senses, overloaded by the pains
and bondage of my situation, together with the pseudo sexual act she was
performing on me reduced me to a feeling of used femininity.
She kept it up for what seemed like ages as if she was using me like a
girl, a woman, before eventually releasing my throbbing nipples and
sliding herself off me.
Going around into my line of sight she pulled her jodhpurs and her white
pants down to her knees and I could see her wet hairyness as she sat in
her swivel chair.
Pulling something she released the leashes holding me there and they
slackened freeing my poor tortured wrists. Lifting a foot she pushed me
off her desk and I collapsed in a heap on the floor, my legs too weak to
hold me.
She laughed.
"Pull up your knickers girl" she barked, her voice deep and thick.
I peeped up at her through a veil of tears.
"Quick about it." Her face was crimson and I could see a wild arousal in
her eyes.
Painfully I pulled my knickers back up, my knees felt so weak I was
struggling to stand and staggered against the desk as I did so.
"Come here, kneel here sissy."
The sound of her voice, even, made me quiver in fear, god knows what
more she would do to me she was so crazy. Terrified I wordlessly obeyed,
shuffling around the desk to kneel in front of her. I looked at her
black mud stained boots which were by me, not wanting to look up at her
sex and certainly not at her evil face.
"Right girl, now you must learn to service your mistress, to thank me
for your correction, when I lift my legs in the air you will move
forward on your knees and kiss me with open lips" and she pointed down
to the hairy mound between her legs.
As if she was in a hurry, she lifted her booted feet and legs in the
air. This wasn't at all sexy for me, it made me feel sick to my stomach,
I glanced forward and I could see her hairy wetness, moisture clinging
"NOW," she barked.
I crawled forward, swallowing my distaste and leaning forward hatefully
opening my lips as I brought myself to kiss her, with any luck I could
get it over and done with quickly.
I closed my eyes to close out the awfulness of it all and I felt her
against my lips, smelled her almost equine scent, but then I became
aware that she was lowering her legs about me and pulling me into her.
Her pants and jodhpurs slid down behind my head and she wriggled forward
pulling them up, trapping me there between her legs, my mouth full of
her, my nose enclosed by her, my struggled breaths of her miasmic aroma.
"Suck me, make me happy girl."
I heard her muffled guttural tones and she wriggled still closer onto my
kiss, her engorged clitoris, large, penis like, between my open lips.
Her hands gripped her pants as her arousal grew, pulling them tighter
and tighter about my head, the material encasing me , her smell
everywhere imprisoning me.
I sucked her as hard as I could, hardly able to take a breath. The
sooner I could get this over with the better. I felt that I had almost
died of suffocation more than once as she chocked me and then released
me until she eventually came in a painful leg gripping shattering
climax.
When she finally seemed to relax, I just lay there still trapped at her
crutch, my face and head soaked by her as I struggled to breath.
At last she pushed her pants down allowing me to slip away from her in
release. I felt bruised exhausted used abused and totally beaten by her.
I just sat there on the floor by her feet almost unable to move. She got
up without a word and pulled her clothes back in place, then picking up
the crop again, she slapped her boot with it.
"Go and wash your face, then make me some tea, bring it to me here."
She unlocked the door, opening it for me and I got up on legs of jelly
and tottered out past her.
I went to her kitchen sink and drew cold water washing my face as best
as I could, then taking a glass of water I washed my mouth out and
gargled with it. I put the kettle on as I dried my face, wishing that I
could get her smell out of my nostrils. I felt completely disgusted at
myself, if I had the car keys with me I would have run out of the house
and driven off then and there, but my keys were in my coat which was
still in her study, so I had to bring her the tea before I could take it
and run.
My bottom was feeling less painful now, in fact it had reduced to just a
heated tenderness, at least she hadn't harmed me for good. The worst
thing was that my brain hurt from the embarrassing painful humiliation
and I knew that I was truly terrified by her, in fact even the thought
of brining her a cup of tea was terrifying me.
The study door was closed when I got there with her tea and I tapped on
it nervously, she didn't answer for a moment or two and I was about to
knock again when she said, "Come in."
I opened the door and walked in taking care not to spill the things on
the tray, she was behind the desk with papers on it in front of her.
"Hmm, next time you will wear an apron and next time you will wear what
I give you to wear, not what you think I want."
"There won't be a next time," I thought.
"This is the contract I have used for my maids." She pointed at some
sheets of paper to one side of her. "But it is not suitable for you, so
I have re written it."
"Contract!" I squeaked.
I just wanted to go, what the hell was this contract? So she could beat
me when the hell she felt like it?
"Yes, I want you tied into a contract so I can show my niece what you
agreed whenever I feel like it."
I stared at her in shock.
"NN N no, I I cant I I , please Aunty, please don't do this."
She looked at me in surprise and started speaking as if she was
explaining to a little child.
"You do and you will."
My head was full of a terrible horror, how could I get out of this, I
just couldn't stand it, what could I do what shall I do? Then unable to
think straight or control my words I blurted it out.
"I, I've got a Master".
All went quiet, she looked at me, then a smile broke, her eyes gleaming
brightly.
"Have you now,I might have known someone was behind your sissification,
who is he?"
I was blushing madly, kicking myself, I shouldn't have said it, I knew I
shouldn't have said it.
"Come along, who is he?" she barked her hand reaching for the crop
again.
"I, I ,I don't know."
"Hmmm, Liar," she spat "Who?"
"I , I don't know honest Aunty, I only know his email, please please,
its true I only know his email." I had tears in my eyes again.
"Hmm give it to me then, what is it?" I looked at her in pain, omg what
had I done, what was she going to do?
"GIVE IT TO ME NOW" she banged the desk hard with her crop making me
jump and I babbled the address which was indelibly etched in my mind,
she wrote it down.
"Heaven help you if it is wrong, you can go now and I will write to this
master of yours, if you are lying to me girl, there will be trouble, now
get home to that niece of mine, tell her what a good girl you have been
for me" and she turned round to her computer in the corner of the room.
I grabbed my coat and ran, it was five o'clock already, where had the
time gone, I couldn't think straight, but I knew I had to sort it all
out somehow, I threw my coat on the passenger seat and started the car.
I drove up the lane as quickly as I could, the car bouncing on the ruts
as I went, pulling out onto the main road I accelerated hard, past a few
houses heading for my village for home and for some safety. That's all I
could think of, get back as quickly as possible to get the key to the
dam belt, strip off these awful clothes and hide my humiliation in my
own home.
It wasn't until I drove up the hill towards the main road into the
village that it suddenly dawned on me that I was sitting there driving
the car in a dress, my neck and the top of my chest a fearful cleavage,
bare and visible. I had forgotten to put my coat back on in my rush to
get away from her.
I broke out in a cold sweat, anybody could see me, what the hell could I
do? Then I saw the road to the park, that was it, I would drive on the
road around the edge of the park and avoid the busy centre of the
village.
I indicated and turned into Park Lane and increased my speed, great
let's go, but as I rounded the next corner to my complete horror, I saw
that the road was all but blocked by 2 lorries a van and a trailer, all
queuing to get through the gate into the park.
I had forgotten that it was the village fair tomorrow. I slowed to a
stop, well back from them, but looking in my rear mirror hoping to turn
back I saw that a couple of other fair vehicles were coming along the
road behind me, cutting off my escape.
I tapped the wheel in my urgency, looking to see if I could overtake,
but the lorry was half way across the road, with any luck they would
negotiate the gate and get into the park quickly. I tried to be patient,
glancing at my coat, wishing that I could put it on. Could I struggle in
to it, could I do that whilst sitting here behind the wheel?
Suddenly I caught a movement , there are 3 or 4 shops along park lane,
the Post Office was one but another was the grocers shop and the
movement that I caught was the over friendly Asian owner, Mister Patel,
in the doorway watching all the excitement.
I slipped down behind the wheel as far as I could, watching to see what
he was doing whilst praying for a chance to overtake and drive past the
queue for the park. He seemed to be engrossed in the negotiations of the
lorry as it squeezed through the gate and I could see him talking to the
man in the van behind it too. Then suddenly he glanced down the street
in my direction. I hunched down trying to pretend I was looking in the
field, but he had seen me. He was looking straight at my car, I could
see him looking for a chance to wave to me and I heard him calling, "Hi,
hi."
My face was on fire and I saw him begin to walk along the pavement
towards me. Oh my God, if he came up to the car he would see what I was
wearing, in fact even from there he might be curious about what I had
on. I was in a flustered panic, sure he could see my bare neck and the
top of my chest. To make matters even worse my stupid nipples, which
seemed to have a mind of their own lately, decided at that time to
suddenly get erect on me.
He was waving and calling now as he approached.
"Hi there, hi," he called.
I couldn't ignore him now and waved weakly at him. I wound down my
window.
"I'm in a hurry I can't talk," I called trying to stop the tremble in my
voice.
"It's ok, I just wanted to say Hi," he said keeping coming towards me.
The lorry had finally negotiated the gate and was driving along the edge
of the park, the van and trailer swinging in to follow, the queue was
beginning to move, but it was also bringing me closer to him.
He stopped, as if he was waiting for me to get to him, I crawled along
getting closer and closer, moving with the speed of the vehicles in
front and behind, glancing and glancing, can I overtake now?
The van and trailer was in the park now and the cars began to move, I
increased my speed a bit but then just as luck would have it the van in
front of me came to a sudden stop to let a vehicle through from the
other direction. I jammed on my brakes, I was almost directly opposite
him.
I could see him looking at me, his eyes bright and his mouth open at
first.
"You look pretty today."
His voice was low now, meant between the two of us and he started to
cross the road to the car.
"I, I have to go, I'm in a hurry, I I cant stop.
I began to babble trying to scrunch myself down further, god how could I
hide from him now.
"I was just going to ask you when you were coming to see me" he said,
his voice much quieter now. Just a few feet away the van in front moved
again and turned into the field, the road ahead finally clear.
"I, I have to go," I babbled again.
(It's weird that when you are brought up with manners instilled into you
by your parents, it is difficult to break them even when you are in a
position like this.)
I paused and he came right up to my window peering into the car.
"I've got to go," I prattled in frightened anxiety, beginning to move
"Ooo you do look pretty, I hope you come to see me like that."
I let out the clutch, wanting to accelerate hard but afraid I would hit
him. He stepped back.
"Don't forget I want to see you soon, byee, and I love your web site."
I could hardly believe what I had heard, my face went crimson, there
were spots before my eyes and a voice was screaming inside my head
nooooooooo , I glanced in my rear view mirror accelerating hard, I had
to get away. He was standing there watching, smiling and he blew a kiss
at my departing car, waving as I roared around the corner.
My god how did he know about the web site, I was feeling more and more
trapped and broken and for the first time I believed that the only way
out of all this was to run, to move away from here, to go to another
part of the country where nobody knew me, I wondered if my wife would
agree, but first I had to face tomorrow.
When I got home I was in a frenzy, I didn't think that my mind could
handle any more of this, it was all too much. I got out of the car and
ran around to the back door, it was open, oh my goodness in my rush I
had left it open, I dashed in calling, is anyone here, but luckily it
didn't appear that anyone had been in. I went out to the hallway and
opened the inner door to the front porch, there on the mat was an
envelope. I picked it up with a trembling hand, it was heavy and
addressed to sissy maid. I tore it open, there was a note in it but most
important there was a piece of metal, the key to this damn belt. I got
it out, leaving the note and the envelope on the hall table, the piece
of metal fitted the slot in the buckle perfectly and I pushed down as
hard as I could to release it, for a second nothing happened and I broke
out in a cold sweat, I pushed harder this time, ramming it in, there was
a click and the belt sprang apart, thank god.
I ran upstairs unzipping the side of the dress, dashing into my bedroom
and pulling it off over my head, rushing now I pulled the slip off the
same way, the bra and those damn knickers all in a pile on the floor
until I finally undid the suspenders taking off the stockings. Crazily,
I still loved the feeling on my legs but I shook my head to tell myself
to pull myself together, they joined the rest of the clothes on the
floor.
I headed for the shower and scrubbed myself under the hot water,
shampooing my hair to get rid of her scent from me. Finally when I got
out, I saw the pile of clothes and began to go through them folding them
up to put away in the bottom drawer. Picking up the knickers I went to
fold them too, but then I found that they were damp and when I looked
closer I saw that they were slightly sticky in the crutch. My god, I
tried to think back, had I cum? I didn't see how, I must have, but when?
It didn't seem to make any sense, but here was the proof and now I would
have to wash them out before he made me wear them again. I swilled them
in the bathroom basin, the water making them feel slippery and even more
translucent, wringing the water from them I hid them at the back of the
airing cupboard to dry, my mind still confused; I still couldn't
understand when, why or how I had cum in them.
At the bottom of the airing cupboard was the rag bag, a bag of old
clothes which I usually used for rags, I noticed in it an old pair of my
trousers and a paint stained shirt. I pulled them out and brought them
into my bedroom, it seemed that I no longer had any men's pants, I
didn't know where she had put them. I was in too much of a hurry to go
and search, wanting to dress before she came home, so I put on a clean
pair of panties, socks and the old shirt and trousers, they were very
loose, but I pulled the belt string tightening them around my waist,
that would do ok.
She arrived home not long after, she was beaming.
"I don't know what you did for Aunty, but she was delighted, she rang me
to thank me and said that you were really good, so I said that you would
help her any time."
I nodded feeling miserable inside.
"I did it for you love," I mumbled.
"Will you bring the shopping in from the car and what the hell are you
wearing, I hope you didn't go up to Aunty dressed like that?"
I headed out to the car not answering and brought in all her shopping,
placing it on the kitchen table.
"I don't want you coming into the lounge with those things on," she
said.
I turned to her. "I couldn't find any other things to wear and you know
you don't like me wearing my office clothes at home love."
She looked at me, "I told you they were in the wash, I'll have a search
and bring something down for you in a minute, you can start making the
dinner"
She headed off up the stairs. I began chopping up vegetables and putting
some fish in the oven to cook, when she came back down I was surprised
to see she was only wearing a pair of panties, his again, I knew
instantly. She had a pair of black leggings and a long sleeved black top
in her hands.
"These should fit you ok, and I bought you a housecoat to wear when I
was shopping, that will keep your things clean and save me a lot of
washing."
The housecoat was a thin nylon material and it was baby blue and pink.
"Try them on." And she stood there waiting.
"I'm busy love" I said hopefully wanting to change in my own privacy
"Try them on, I am getting cold so hurry up"
I did what she said, cringing for a remark when I took off my trousers
and getting it, that humiliating.
"Ooo there's pretty panties today sissy."
I tried to close my ears, to ignore her and hurriedly put on the
leggings and top, suddenly realising it was her old leotard, they were
both very tight and made up of a fine woven lycra material which showed
up all my shape.
"I knew they would fit, you better put on the housecoat too as you're
cooking."
And she went off out of the door and up the stairs, as I watched her bum
moving erotically under the see through material of her panties.
The evening was a quiet one, we ate then sat and watched TV until ten,
when she picked up the laptop and told me she was heading for bed. I had
another glass of wine after she had gone, to drown my sorrows and
watched the late film only to nod off and wake at the end of it.
I headed up for bed, her light was out so I just went into my room and
stripped off, I was cold, I must have got cold when I had dropped off to
sleep downstairs. I pulled back the quilt and the baby doll nightie was
folded there again, I looked at it a second, a foolish flicker going
through me, then stupidly put it on, snuggling in to my small bed. I
pulled the quilt about me thinking that I wouldn't sleep with nerves
about the next day, but my eyes closed as soon as my head touched the
pillow.
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