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IX
HIS fingers seemed to linger a little too long, too lovingly on the skirt
of her full gown. And that was his first and most important mistake that
would seal his fate. Margaret felt his hands wander below her bodice as
Jason fondled the stiffened but sumptuously smooth peach taffeta that
enveloped her matching taffeta petticoats, all a rustle and swishing
divinely as both of Jason's hands played feverishly with the material.
"My you do like my frock don't you dear?" Margaret teased. "Would you
like me to swish it around for you some more?"
"No, no it's fine Mrs Taylor, my mind was wandering."
"And so you were your hands darling. Here, come sit down next to me and
I'll let them wander to their heart's content over my frock if you like."
So this was Jason, a relatively small but perfectly formed teenager with
flowing blond locks and blue eyes, a veritable choirboy without the
cassock. He had arrived on Margaret's radar because occasionally Joyce
checked John's mobile just in case anyone was snooping around. Of course
his father was taken care of now, nicely locked away, bound and gagged
and immersed in his world of taffeta and nylons. No-one else seemed to
care about John's whereabouts except an old schoolmate called Jason whose
persistence was a worry to the women at Taffeta Torment.
They had decided on a plan and since Joyce was far too obsessed with
grooming John, Margaret was once more called upon to intervene. She
contacted Jason on the pretext of knowing a little about John and set up
a meeting at a country pub a few miles away.
Margaret had not wanted to frighten Jason but she did need to test his
resolve so she wore a classic black pencil skirt, wool with a polysatin
lining, a black taffeta full slip that rustled beneath the skirt and a
fairly neutral dark blue satin blouse. Still she made for an alluring
figure even with dark tan stockings, her five inch black heels clicking
on the cobblestones of the rural public house as she entered around noon
with a white, crispy satinised mac lined in red satin gathered tightly at
the waist with a generous matching belt.
The meeting went well, the pair sat in one of the many private nooks and
crannies of the old pub though it was virtually empty anyway. Margaret
applied her make-up and lipstick now and again and watched Jason's eyes
avert her glance, though when she moved her manicured hands to smooth her
skirt and stockings she was certain there was a sparkle in those
beautiful big blue eyes.
The upshot was that Margaret offered Jason snippets of information and
promised she would be in touch when she knew a little more, pretending to
be an old family friend who knew John's father well, which in fairness
was nothing less than the truth.
They parted on good terms but Margaret was still not sure about Jason so
she texted him an invite on his mobile phone to a dance night at the
local town hall. She insisted it would be full of young folk from the
neighbourhood whereas in fact it was a 1950s revival night and she had
asked several of Madame Lafayette's girls to turn up dressed to the
nines. In the event, a plethora of very desirable middle-aged ladies
greeted and cooed over Jason when he turned up, admiring his 'delicious'
blond locks which were 'to die for' as were his crystal clear blue eyes.
For his part Jason danced with a couple of the women, had a few drinks
from the bar and spent most of the time surrounded by women old enough to
be his mother but attired in some of the most sumptuous gowns in blue
taffeta and ivory satin that he had ever seen.
Margaret was wearing the peach taffeta frock she had purchased from the
internet, thick poult taffeta with sweetheart neckline with a pale pink
bow sewed into the middle just below the bra line. Her stockings were
sheer coffee coloured Aristoc 12 denier, her peach petticoats trimmed in
lace and layers of net and organza with a rayon and polysatin lining
beneath and on top of the intoxicating undergarments. If Jason had never
heard the seductive rustle of a woman's taffeta gowns and petticoats, his
introduction that night was a sensations overdose.
A little drunk by the end of proceedings, Margaret offered him a lift
home or a coffee back at her flat and rather tired, Jason plumped for the
coffee as all the women kissed him goodnight with a thick coating of
lipstick around his cheeks and lips.
Now back at the flat Margaret had taken from George, Jason was entranced.
In the more intimate atmosphere with the music toned right down and
subdued lighting, his host's ample figure, resonating gown and lingerie,
were becoming more obvious to the young man.
At her request, he followed Margaret to the huge settee and its myriad of
plumped-up satin cushions and frills. He could feel the ice smooth satin
of her black gloves tenderly clasping both his hands as she first coaxed
him to the sofa then led his hands, palms down, gently over the rustle
and bustle that was her frock.
She looked meaningfully into his eyes, her gorgeous red lipstick pouting
quizzically as she saw him drift ever deeper into his own erotic reverie.
"Let me see. You're still covered in lipstick from my friends, I really
do think they were smitten. Here let me dab some away with this silk
hankie. Now let's have a feel of my frock, shall we?
"Is that nice pet? Lovely soft hands you have, so delicate, like a little
girl's. Do you like the touch of the taffeta sweetie? Would you like to
stroke my nylons as well. Little boys love that sheerness and running
their little hands over that silky smooth material. OOooh, that is sooooo
nice n'est pas?"
With one hand on the calves of her stockings and the other firmly held
and relishing the taffeta gown, Jason suddenly became violently erect but
had no idea what to do with it or less where to go.
"I can see this is arousing for you pet. Come, put your head in my lap
and feel that taffeta encasing all of you."
Jason allowed himself to be dragged down, his head truly spinning, the
soft satin gloves, the whispering swish of nylon and taffeta and net
beneath, a seductive cocktail that was beginning to get the better of
Jason's senses.
"Come sweetie, give your Aunty Margaret a big kiss," and she hoisted his
fragile frame up above her bodice and curvy breasts and squeezed him
tightly with both hands as her tongue gushed inside his mouth and her
moist, satin lipstick overpowered his tiny lips.
"OOhh my god, Mrs Taylor, I think I am going to cum!" Jason was imploring
his tormentor to stop.
"There, there, not just yet darling. I seem to have lost one of my heels,
be a good boy and put it back on for me would you?"
Margaret released her grip on Jason's hands and lips, pushing him down
over her taffeta frock making sure there was not too much friction to
further excite her young companion, who was coming down a little from
that earlier point of climax.
"That's right, slide it into my nyloned foot darling. And then kiss my
nylons on the way up to the hem of my skirt." Jason needed no second
invitation as he smooched willingly the sheerest of perfume-laden
stockings up to the point where Margaret's petticoats and heavy taffeta
skirt met the silky nylons.
"Now I'll lift my petticoats a little and you can make your own way up to
my girdle and its suspenders. I will guide you from there sweetie, don't
fret."
And guide him Margaret did as Jason savoured and sweated beneath her
thick taffeta petticoats, pleasuring her between her legs for what seemed
hours but was in fact less than 20 minutes. Even so, both parties were
exhausted afterwards though it was Margaret who rediscovered her
composure first.
"Now let's get you out of those clothes and into my spare bed. You must
be tired after all that exercise Jason," and as she led him to her satin-
lined spare bedroom, draped in all manner of lace, chiffons and silk
finishings, Jason was in no mood to argue or resist.
Within minutes he was naked on the satin sheets, his head propped up by
billowing satin-covered pillows as Margaret, now fully regained of her
senses and in control, began to tuck him in for the night, applying fresh
lipstick after making sure her hair and frock were straight and unruffled
in front of a full length mirror close to Jason's bed.
As she smoothed her taffeta frock, adjusted her hair and then spread the
wonderfully glossy satin red lipstick over her lips, Jason once more grew
steadfastly erect.
"Do you like watching me making myself up Jason? I must do it more often.
Maybe tomorrow darling. Now let's cover you over, tuck you in like this....
and now a goodnight kiss. Mmmmm...you have lovely lips as well darling. We
should think about a shade for you," she trilled, laughing as if she were
just teasing. She pulled a stocking from a bedside draw, a coffee-
coloured nylon with a contrasting darker welt, and dabbed her lipstick
and powder on its seam just above the knee.
"Here sweetie, this will help you sleep tonight. Sweet dreams. I know you
will," and as she blew a kiss from her black satin gloves and minced
rustling out of the door with her petticoats swaying and swishing beneath
her peach gown, a huge rear mounted mauve satin bow wobbling in unison as
she departed, Jason was already sniffing the stocking and tasting the
traces of Margaret's lipstick, erect and ready indeed for sweet if
unfulfilled dreams.
*******************
SHE had let Jason lay in bed most of the day, occasionally popping in and
stroking his member to make him contented while slipping the odd draught
of sleeping powder into a cup of tea just to keep him slightly sedated
during the daylight hours.
Margaret had phoned Joan and Barbara and told them she would need a few
days, a week at most, to break Jason in and have him fully trained so on
no account must George be allowed to leave Taffeta Torment Towers, as
they were apt to call it these days.
Joan assured Margaret that George would not be going anywhere anytime on
his own ever again and reported that he was currently bound and gagged
and lying beneath a full length satin ballgown in one of the many walk-in
wardrobes of the house's many bedrooms.
When Jason did finally emerge from his slumbers, Margaret thought she
would begin on a different tack with her young victim, who staggered
still in a daze from his sedation and utterly naked into her living room.
"I know you love your taffeta sweetie so I have put something very
special on for you tonight." As Margaret beckoned him over to the cushion
at her feet, Jason's erection jolted ever more to hard upright with every
step he took.
"Now you kneel there darling. You see I have this satin pencil skirt, so
tight, waiting for you. Just place your hands on my thighs, good boy.
Smooth my skirt down, sweetie, feels good doesn't it?"
Margaret's hands, perfectly manicured with stunning red nails to match
her thick gloss lipstick, pushed his own small and delicate hands down
the skirt, crossing her legs slightly as she lowered them to her hemline
length just below the knee.
"Now if I just gently pull back the hem it will reveal this gorgeous
shiny polysatin lining that is so sensuous to the touch and best of all,
it presses right down on my taffeta slip. Just put your right hand in
there, that's it in between the lining and the slip. Ooooh, that must be
so good for you darling," she asked as her left hand kept his right hand
trapped beneath her skirt and between the polysatin and taffeta
materials.
"Now your little left hand, that's it, just stroke my calf darling, make
sure my seam is straight on the nylon darling. Good boy. Gently now
Jason, you have soft hands and they appreciate sheer stockings don't
they?"
Jason was rather too preoccupied to take any further notice. Margaret had
positioned herself so that Jason's erection was now firmly trapped
between her two stockinged legs and as she moved one upwards and
downwards around his member, the friction of nylon on his soft fleshy
penis left Jason drooling with delight.
"There, there. Shall I kick my heels off and see if that's any better.
That's it keep smoothing my underskirt and stockings sweetie. Really
turns me on."
With that Margaret turned imperiously away and beginning to powder her
nose and apply lipstick while ever so slowly continuing to rub Jason's
exposed body and member up and down with her sheer nylon stockings.
"Now what time did you want to go out darling? I will have to call a taxi
for you. It's already nine o clock and I plan to get an early night...after
I have finished with you totally of course. Unless, as I said, you want
me to call a taxi?"
She pouted her newly glossed lips, bent over and cupped the chin of her
young charge, clearly on the point of surrendering.
"Mmmm...better put some stockings over that thing darling. It looks like it
is going to explode."
With that Margaret produced two nylons from the side of the chair and
delicately enveloped his penis and testicles before resuming her slow
motion torment by nylons, punctuated by the hiss of the material as calf
brushed up against calf and the rustle of the taffeta slip that Jason was
smoothing up and down her thighs.
Margaret made one last gesture, gathering Jason in beneath his chin with
her right hand so that he could see close up the rippling pink satin of
her blouse that was bulging to contain the satin bullet bra top of
Margaret's s coffee coloured corselette. The stiffened cuffs of the
blouse, buttoned immaculately, strayed over his cheeks as Margaret
tightened her grip on his face and down below on his penis.
"Taxi sweetheart. Ooooo perhaps not tonight darling. Oooo there, there..."
and as Jason spurted heavenly into his double nylon prison, he knew he
was going nowhere. What he could not know was that it was going to be for
some considerable time.
*******
Margaret knew she had a few days in hand but still she didn't want to
ease up on Jason's grooming for his future mistress. On the other hand,
she did not want to rush anything and besides, she was rather enjoying
the attentions of this pretty young lad, reminiscent of her earlier
passion for John which faded when Joyce took control of his taffeta
training.
Still, she was more than content to accept Jason's rather cute little
body and his grateful attempts to satisfy and pleasure her needs, which
for a young virgin were not as bad as she had expected.
She knew a good friend, Wanda, who was very keen on young boys,
particularly ones with the sort adoring cherub features, blue eyes and
blond hair that Jason possessed. She imagined another 24 hours, maybe 48,
and she would be able to give her a call and invite her over to see what
she thought of her latest conquest.
Last night after Jason's juices splashed over his stocking hood, she once
more tucked him to bed. Only instead of allowing him to sleep in, she had
awoken him at midnight while she perched on the side of the bed. She had
dressed herself in a deliciously full taffeta frock highlighted with a
bright red and black roses motif, a dark black satin sash gathering it in
just above the waist that accentuated her ample bust which was concealed
beneath the sumptuous material. Her petticoats were rustling taffeta of
course, in a creamy shade and lined with polysatin and rayon, while she
wore very pointed white 6inch heels and a tan coloured nylons, 12 denier
with a dark seam up the back.
She had also strapped a huge frilly white nylon apron around her waist,
its extravagant frills and flounces in satin and nylon covering some of
her lower frock.
"Now Aunty Margaret just wanted to make sure you were nice and comfy,"
she cooed as a dozing Jason tried to wake up to his midnight call.
What followed was Margaret fussing and fiddling over Jason, her pink
satin gloves relentlessly touching and feeling his cheeks, his shoulders
and then his chest, tummy and finally his gradually stiffening member
below the satin bedsheets.
"Don't want diddums to nod off without a nice long cuddle from Aunty, do
we now darling?" Margaret's baby-talk repartee was having the desired
effect on Jason and as she mollycoddled him into her chest and the
fragrant fabrics and perfumes on her body, her young captive became
suddenly aware that his stiffness was yet again on the verge of
explosion.
"Mrs Taylor, Mrs Taylor..." he pleaded as she drew him firmly closer to her
taffeta frock and sensual perfume, her left hand gripping him behind his
head while her right satin glove stroked various parts of his body
beneath his waist.
"Hush, hush darling," she soothed and realising he was on the brink of
squirting, relaxed her right hand and stroked his cheeks while gently
petting him on his gorgeous shoulders and lips.
"Such soft skin petal, you make any woman jealous. Come let me kiss those
cherub cheeks of yours."
Margaret was rather enjoying this more than she had anticipated but as
much as she wanted to hogtie this little darling and ravish him, she
continued slowly and surely to bring him to a climax before gently
letting him down, occasionally taking time off to freshen her face with
powder and lipstick which she immediately buried in Jason's cheeks and
lips.
The petting session lasted 45 minutes, by which time Margaret had
smothered Jason in lipstick, caressed him with several pairs of lipstick-
coated nylons and rubbed and smoothed his body at least 50 times over
with her pink satin gloves.
She was rather aroused by it all but nothing compared to Jason. His pre-
cum dribbles were splattered across his bedsheets and his head was now
firmly stuck in his satin pillows, almost magnetized to the spot.
"Here drink this darling. It will help you sleep," and Jason did as he
was told. "Aunty knows what's best you know."
Drugged and dependant. Sated in satin, tormented by taffeta and
desperately needing nylon. She had smothered and mothered him to blissful
sleep. It was a good night's work. Tomorrow was another big day for
Jason. He had already forgotten about the taxi he never caught. But
Margaret knew, as she patted his brow and whispered sweet dreams into his
ear, Jason would be forgetting quite a few things in the next couple of
days while learning a completely new way of life.
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