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Sandra Fane was delighted when her daughter, Alison, announced that she
was to wed. Her chosen spouse was Alan, a boy she had first met at
school, and had developed a growing attachment to as time went on. He was
ambitious and ran his own business, although at times, Alison felt she
had absolutely no idea what he was up to, it seemed to involve buying and
selling virtual things at the right time, and making money out of thin
air. Alan tried to explain, but said that a key aspect was having the
money to invest at the right time, and then reaping the benefits later.
This often seemed to leave him short of cash and Alison paid many of the
household bills. As a nurse, Alison did not have a great income, and
worked long hours, but was supported financially by her mother. Sandra
was rather underwhelmed at her daughters choice of spouse, but didn't
openly criticise the match. She was concerned with his excessive drinking
when out with his mates, and his rather macho attitude towards women and
money. She pondered how much she might be able to influence the marriage
to ensure her daughter got the best out of it. It wasn't a question of
money, Sandra was very well off, and would ensure that Alison wanted for
nothing. But she did want her daughter to be the one in charge, and that
was clearly not Alans view of how the marriage would work.
The marriage was organised by Sandra and Alison, and Alan had little say
in the decision-making, including who might be invited. He was more than
happy to leave the organising to the two women, and this gave him the
opportunity to meet up with his mates whilst the women went off to view
wedding venues and meet with caterers and flower shops. Of course his
parents and his two sisters were invited, and his best man but Sandra
rejected his longer list of mates on the grounds that this was a wedding,
not a boys night out. He didn't want a falling out about this, so just
shrugged his shoulders and agreed to her list. She was the one to propose
a stag night and she did the necessary bookings before he could object.
She also agreed to pick up the tab for the night. She knew he enjoyed
driving fast cars, and booked him into a race track where each member of
the stag party could drive high performance cars, and then in the
evening, she booked them all into a plush hotel, for dinner and drinks in
a private room. When Alan presented a list of who he'd like to invite,
Sandra checked it out with Alison, and deleted all those names which they
thought were a bad influence. Just five names remained, and when Alan saw
the list, he complained bitterly, but as Sandra was paying, he couldn't
do much about it.
Alan and Alison were already living together in the house that Sandra had
bought for her daughter, with a strict proviso that they should occupy
separate bedrooms, and there was to be no sex before the marriage. This
was difficult for Sandra to police, but Alison knew how strict her mother
was. Whenever Alan pushed her to have sex, she would put on one of her
sexiest nighties, take him up to his bedroom, strip him naked and push
him back onto the bed. She would then sit astride his legs and wrap a
pair of her satin panties around his throbbing organ and rapidly
masturbate him to orgasm. Alan got used to this routine, and accepted
that there would be no full on sex until the wedding night. At least he
was getting relief, and it would be different when the marriage was done
and dusted, and he was in charge of the show. Then he could get access to
his wifes family fortunes, which he needed desperately to prop up his
business. Some of his recent investments had gone pear-shaped.
Alison was a very honest girl, and told her mother about how she tamed
his constant nagging for sex, and she appreciated her daughters solution.
But she knew that Alan could not be trusted if he got out and about on
his own, and the stag night was one night where he could not be trusted.
She explained her fears to Alison, and they pondered what they might do.
Sandra came up with a plan which they put into action the night before
the stag night.
Sandra came round for supper that night, and she insisted on cooking,
letting the two lovebirds enjoy time together. Alan was flirting
massively with Alison whilst her mother was in the kitchen, and he made
it clear he expected relief after Sandra had departed. So Sandra cooked,
they all ate together, and Alan and Alison enjoyed several glasses of
wine. Alan was quite woozie when Sandra announced that as she had cooked,
Alan should wash up. He reluctantly headed for the kitchen after some
resistance, and Sandra followed. As he stood at the sink, she grabbed a
frilly apron and quickly slipped it round his waist, and tied it tightly
in a double knot at the back. Alan protested feebly, but then just got on
with the dishes. Sandra sat with Alison and they agreed the way forward.
Alan finished the dishes and returned to the lounge, asking for some help
in untying the apron. Sandra laughed and suggested that he needed to
practice with aprons so he was ready for his marital duties. Alan
smirked, and suggested there was no chance of that! Alison stood and
noticed his dick thrusting against the apron skirts. She reached over and
grasped his dick firmly in the frilly fabric. "Oh my goodness, Mummy,
look at how excited my husband-to-be is when he wears an apron." Sandra
laughed, and then said she must go, and told the two lovebirds not to get
up to anything naughty. She left and headed for her car.
As soon as the front door shut, Alison pulled Alan to his feet, and
dragged him into the bedroom. "Time for some fun, sweetheart" she said
fondling his dick through his apron and trousers. "And tonight, I'm in
charge, seeing as how you've been doing the housework. I'm sure you're
going to enjoy this....." Alan felt his erection harden at these words,
and when Alison started to strip him, he complied meekly. She took her
own blouse and skirt off, and revealed very sexy black lingerie. She then
removed his shirt, trousers, socks and pants but left the apron in place,
saying the knot was too tightly tied for her to remove.
She then pushed him on to the bed on his back, and straddled him, but
instead of sitting on his legs as she normally did when seeing to his
sexual needs, she sat on his stomach and let his erection, still covered
by the silky apron, rest against her bottom. She pulled a heavy satin
scarf from the bedside table, and folded it into a long strip, and eased
it across Alans eyes, tying it tightly behind his head. "I'm blindfolding
you so it's more fun that you don't know what I will do next, I have
rather a fancy for kinky sex - more than I've admitted to before, and I
want to see how you enjoy it. Is that OK?" Alan was incredibly excited by
this new approach, and eagerly agreed. He was delighted that Alison was
shedding her prudishness, and getting down to more serious and inventive
sex.
She reached over to the bedside lamp and switched it on and off twice,
and then took his left wrist and tied it with another scarf to the
bedpost, repeating the action with his right wrist. "There now,
sweetheart, you are all mine to do with what I will." She caressed his
hard dick and he groaned with pleasure, and she pinched his nipples, and
he squealed with surprise. He didn't hear Sandra enter the room, having
been summoned back into the house by the agreed light signal, and Sandra
put her finger to her lips to keep her presence secret.
Alison then took two more scarves and tied his ankles to the bedposts, so
he was helpless. As she was tying, Sandra leant down and took each nipple
in a fierce grip with her finger nails and pinched hard, dragging her
grip away slowly. Alan screamed in surprise and confusion. How could
Alison be tying his ankles and pinching his nipples at the same time?
"Who's there," he cried in alarm. "Why it's Mummy come join the fun,"
replied Alison, stroking his dying erection. "Yes," added Sandra, "I'm
sure you've always fantasised about having two women play with you, well
this is what it might be like...." And she then stroked his chest , and
the inside of his thighs whilst Alison tended to his erection, keeping it
wrapped in the apron. Sandra giggled as they played with him,
complimenting him on how big his dick could get now that there were two
of them playing with him, and maybe it was the effect of the apron which
helped him get so big. "As Alan obviously loves the feel of the apron, we
should let him wear one all the time. After all, he will be sharing
household duties with you, so we must see what we can do by way of
finding him some nice aprons" commented Sandra. They both made sure he
stayed on the edge of an orgasm, but not actually achieving one. Alan was
gasping with frustration, and squirming under the alternate assaults on
his nipples, and the teasing of his dick, and he began to complain,
begging them to finish him, to let him cum.
"Tsk tsk, just stop chattering and let us go at our own pace," replied
Sandra, as his moaning began to get on her nerves. She stood and reached
under her dress and pulled down her panties, a pretty pink lace and nylon
pair. She balled them up with the crotch outermost, and stuffed them into
Alans mouth, asking Alison to pass her another scarf, which she used
efficiently to tie the panty gag in place. There was relative silence.
"There, that's much better, Alan really needs to learn to shut up when we
tell him to," remarked Sandra. They continued to edge him close to orgasm
and away again, pinching and twisting his nipples, dick and ears,
tickling his feet at the same time. They began to talk about preparation
for the wedding, as if he wasn't in the room. Finally, Sandra nodded to
her daughter, who increased her action with his dick, bringing him to a
shuddering orgasm, whilst Sandra pinched his nipples as hard as she
could. Alan screamed though his gag, not knowing whether he was in heaven
or hell....
"Do you think he enjoyed that" asked Sandra, watching his dick shrink
back to its normal 2 inches. Alison giggled as she wiped away his cum and
said she thought he did, and she hadn't realised how much he enjoyed
pain. Alan shook his head vigorously at this comment, but the women
ignored him. "Time to fit his new toy, I think," said Sandra reaching for
her bag and removing a package. She unpacked the CB6000 chastity device
and read the instructions out loud. "Do you think we should put these
teeth bits in? Points of Intrigue, they're called, I think they keep the
wearer alert to any growth in the member...." Sandra and Alison both
giggled unreservedly whilst they worked out how to fit the device round
his shrunken dick. They swabbed his skin clean with a wetwipe, and
commented on how he was no different to a baby. Alan moaned and squealed
through his gag, but was totally ignored.
They tried different size rings and chose the smallest - as, according to
Alison, Alan's dick was really rather on the small size, except when she
worked her magic on it! They inserted the little set of teeth to see what
difference this might make, and as Alan's dick was shrunken to just two
inches and a fairly small diameter, the teeth did not press on the flesh.
"I suppose they might dig in if he gets an erection, so it will be a
useful reminder to him that he is saving himself for you, my love,"
commented Sandra. "Now, you pop the padlock on, darling, and I will keep
both keys. That way, there is no point in Alan nagging you to let him out
ahead of the wedding." Alan reacted to this comment by struggling to
escape and trying to talk through his gag, but he was ignored again.
Sandra turned to Alison. "Now, my love, are you happy with the next
stage? I don't want you to feel that I'm muscling in on your man, but I
do want to see how he behaves."
"Yes, Mummy, I think it's a good idea to check out his response, and you
have so much more experience of this than I do," replied Alison.
Sandra lifted her skirts and petticoat and knelt astride Alans chest,
sliding her pussy right up to his chin. He didn't realise that it was
Sandra straddling him until she spoke. "Now, Alan, it's time for you to
demonstrate your skills in the oral department. You have five minutes to
bring me to orgasm, and if you fail, you will be punished. I have handed
over the family cane to Alison for her safekeeping, and this will be
available at all times to encourage you if you fail as a dedicated
spouse." Alison swished the cane through the air a couple of times and
then whacked the bed so that Alan knew this was a real threat.
Sandra rose on her knees, removed his panty gag and then plumped down
with her pussy fair and squarely on Alans mouth. "Get licking, sissy,"
she commanded. Alan took a few tentative licks, and Sandra sighed with
exasperation. "I said get licking, not just dabbing your tongue here and
there, and suck as well as lick, find my clitty and give it a real
treat.... Alison, encourage him a little with the cane, please." Alison
nervously took the cane and aimed at the top of Alans thighs, as there
was no bottom to go at. She applied two strokes, one on each thigh, quite
softly, she thought, and Alan squealed and bucked with the shock, as much
as the pain of it. And he then began to lick and suck in earnest, and
within two minutes, Sandra was writhing with the pleasure of his licking,
and grinding her pussy into his face, and when she came, she did so with
a loud roar of pleasure and a gushing of her juices into his face and
mouth. "Drink my juice and lick me clean, sweetheart" she gasped as she
pulled away from his face a little to let him breathe. She turned to her
daughter. "Well for a learner, he is quite good, lucky us to have found a
husband who can offer such service!"
She rose from straddling his body, and stood beside the bed. "I think we
should leave him to rest for the night, now. Lucky lad has had such an
exciting time. Alan protested. "You can't leave me like this all night, I
need a pee and I can't sleep on my back. And this damn thing you've put
on my dick, there's no way I'm having that on all night. It's coming off
pronto."
"Oh, well yes, I can understand you needing a pee, but I'm afraid you
don't understand the purpose of your little cage. It's to stop you having
any thoughts of straying from your wife-to-be ahead of the wedding. So it
will remain until such time as Alison and I decide otherwise. Alison,
have you still got that bedbottle you brought home from work? He could
pee into that?"
Alison nodded and fetched the bottle, but they realised that his caged
dick would not fit into the bottle. "No problem, I have a bedpan which is
wider and will do the trick." They lifted his body up and slid the pan
under. "Point his little dick into the pan, darling, so he doesn't splash
everywhere." Alison took hold of his caged dick and pointed it down into
the pan. "Go for it, baby," she chortled, and Alan released a long spray
of wee to drain his bladder.
Sandra picked up a large duvet and draped it over Alan, tucking him in,
kissing him on his forehead and wishing him goodnight. Alison queried
whether they should release him, but Sandra was firm that he would get up
to mischief overnight if he was free to run around.
Mother and daughter now retired downstairs for a glass of wine, and to
discuss the success of their first move to control Alan and teach him how
to behave. Sandra had always been intending to stay over, so that there
were two of them who could manage Alan the next day ahead of the stag
night. After about 20 minutes, they heard Alan shouting upstairs. Sandra
groaned. "What is it the big baby wants now?" Alison rose to go, but
Sandra pulled her back. "I'll go see to him, he needs a firm hand at this
early stage."
When she entered the bedroom, she told him to stop shouting and tell her
what his problem was. "It's this blasted thing you've put on my dick," he
complained. "It's digging into me and hurts like hell." Sandra pulled the
duvet back and was surprised to see that he had a semi-erection. "Well
it's no wonder it's hurting, you are getting erect. What have you been
thinking about to get your little man hard again?" Alan sulked, and
mumbled that he was not thinking anything sexy at all. After some
probing, he admitted that it was the events of the last hour which had
caused him to erect again, and Sandra laughed heartily. "Marvellous, my
little baby, so just stop thinking about my lovely pussy, and the little
man will shrink, and the pain will go away. If you call out again, I will
put the gag back on you, so just think on, and go to sleep."
Alan lay in bed in the darkness of the blindfold and pondered how on
earth he had got himself in this position. His Mother-in-law was clearly
bonkers, but she was the source of finance to get him out of his current
difficult financial fix. He needed ?50k or he would be deep in shit. They
had spoken about a loan a few weeks ago, and Sandra had implied that she
would stump up the money after the honeymoon. He enjoyed Alisons company,
and as far as he had ever gone with a woman, he truly fancied her. And of
course, if he was making a mistake, he could always go for a quickie
divorce. The main thing was to get some money in to invest in the scheme
he had running -he'd already ploughed ?50k in, and just knew things were
on the turn, and the investment would give him a fantastic profit. So he
had no choice but to stick with Alison, and put up with his loony Mother-
in-law. He thought again about her straddling his face, and his dick
started to harden, but within 30 seconds the teeth were digging into his
tender flesh and he was wincing with the pain. Think of something else,
he said to himself, think football, think start of new season, first
match was when he got back from honeymoon, he was really looking forward
to that. He gradually fell asleep, and slept deeply until his dreams
turned to his Mother-in-law, and he dreamt he was imprisoned between her
thighs, and his dick became aroused, the sharp points opposed his
arousal, and he awoke with a deep pain in his groin, which only faded
when he thought about football.....
Sandra and Alison were delighted with the progress of their plans, and
toasted each other and the forthcoming stag night and the wedding two
weeks later. Each step would deepen their control over Alan, and mould
him into the perfect husband, at least perfect in their eyes. They
retired to bed, each slipping into romantic but sexy nightgowns. Sandra
had chosen a long purple vintage silk robe with deep lace panels layered
with voile. Alison wore a pink baby doll nightie with frilly knickers and
lots of bows and lace. They were ready for the next morning, and intended
to excite, tease and punish Alan by turns, and set him up for a his stag
night.
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