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Wedding Training Part 2
The next morning, mother and daughter rose early and slipped into
negligees which matched their choice of nightie. They made coffee and
filled two mugs for themselves, and a babys bottle for Alan. They took it
upstairs to his bedroom and entered quietly. He had somehow thrown off
his duvet, lay with his crown jewels still firmly caged, and he had
managed to remove his blindfold. He looked at the two women and scowled
as they sat down on the bed, one either side. "When are you going to
release me? This is ridiculous, it may have been a bit of fun last night,
but leaving me tied up all night was not good. In fact it was bloody
horrible, those pins in this cage you've put on me woke me on and off all
night," he complained. "Well that must be because you were having naughty
dreams, young man," replied Sandra. "It's your own fault. But the good
news is that we are going to have some more sexy fun this morning, and we
two lovely ladies will devote ourselves to getting you ready for your
stag night. See, I've brought you coffee in bed..." And she revealed the
baby bottle of coffee. She sipped her own mug of coffee, before
proffering the bottle to his lips, but he turned his head away. "Oh dear,
diddums having a little paddy, doesn't want his morning coffee. Alison,
just hold him firm....." And Alison grasped him by the chin, and then
pinched his nose closed, and when he drew breath, Sandra forced the teat
in and squeezed. Lukewarm coffee flowed into his mouth and he coughed and
swallowed, and Sandra kept the bottle in place until he had finished
sucking it dry.
"There, that was nice, wasn't it," said Alison finishing her mug of hot
coffee with a big smile on her face. "No it was bloody horrible,"
retorted Alan. "Oh dear, well, I'll give you something different next
time," replied Sandra tartly. "And as you seem to be so ungrateful for
the efforts we are putting in to prepare you for the stag night, I think
I will cancel breakfast for you, and leave you to think on how you are
going to behave today. I can cancel the stag night if you continue to be
churlish and difficult, or we can give you a truly erotic and sensual
morning, before you head off with the boys to the race track at
lunchtime. Come on Alison, let's go and have some breakfast and see how
Alan feels when we come back."
Alan lay on the bed, trying to free his wrists and ankles but they were
well tied. His stomach rumbled, and he realised he needed a poo and a
pee. They would have to let him get up to go to the toilet, and then
maybe he could get back in control. That was it, he'd ask to go for a
poo, and then escape...
After breakfast, but still clad in their sexy nightclothes, they returned
to the bedroom, prepared for the next step in their journey. Alison
smiled sweetly at him, and asked him if he was OK. "Well no, as it
happens, I'm not. I need the toilet, number 2s, so you best untie me or
I'll end up shitting in the bed. Alison looked shocked, and turned to
Sandra. "He needs a poo, but hooray, we have the bedpan to hand!" she
giggled. And they efficiently raised his body, slid the pan below and
told him to poo to his hearts content. Alan was furious, but realised it
was either use the bedpan or end up lying in his own poo. When he was
done, Alison efficiently slid some large pieces of kitchen towel below
him, and explained that she would need to untie his legs to clean his
botty. The untied one ankle, and lifted his leg right up and slipped a
piece of rope with a noose onto his ankle and tied it off to the top of
the bed. They repeated the process with his other ankle, so he was now
raised up, his bottom off the bed, and fully exposed to the women. "Shame
we haven't got any stirrups like they use in the gyno ward," commented
Alison, "but this will do nicely." She wiped his bottom clean with wet
wipes and threw them in the bin.
"Now sweetheart, you know how you have talked so much about experimental
and kinky sex, and how you hoped we could try out different things. Well,
I quite agree, except for full on conventional sex is taboo until after
we marry. So last night, you showed Mummy how good you were at oral sex,
and she has given you 5 out of 10, so lots of room for improvement there.
Still, you will have plenty of practice over the coming weeks, starting
today."
She then climbed onto the bed, and stood with one foot either side of his
head facing towards the bottom of the bed. She delicately spread the
skirts of her nightdress and settled herself down onto his face, press
her pussy onto his nose. His protests were rapidly muffled as she clamped
her thighs tightly around his head. To steady herself, she took hold of
his ankles and pulled him still further up in the air as she rode his
face and ground her pussy onto his lips and tongue. She then nodded to
Sandra.
Sandra picked up a long curved steel object, a medical tool for checking
prostate glands, and spread a lubricant on it. She then slid the cold
steel an inch or two into Alans rectum. Alan, who had got into the rythmn
of Alisons gyrations on his face, froze and squealed, or rather made a
strangled cry of surprise. Sandra pressed further and the steel slid
easily in about 9 inches. Alison had explained to her about how the
prostate gland could be massaged and she began to thrust the massage tool
in and out, and Alan, in a state of total confusion, squealed each time
she thrust in and pressed on his gland. Both women watched his penis
start to erect, and a slow dribble of cum oozed from the tip, which was
just visible at the end of his cage.
They continued massaging until the ooze dried up, and in that time,
Alison had orgasmed three times, flooding Alans face with her musky
juices. She sighed with pleasure after the third time, and slowly raised
herself from her exhausted husband-to-be. "Very good, baby, I quite
enjoyed that, and you seemed to be getting quite a kick from Mummys
massage. I hope this is kinky enough for you.... I think I'd score you 6
out of 10, so showing improvement. Oooh, and I see your little peenie has
got excited again, it must like those naughty spiky bits digging in?"
Alan shook his head, he was in sensory overload. The close attentions of
the two women, the spikes digging into his dick and that bloody massage
thing up his bum had nearly blown his mind. And he wasn't sure if he
enjoyed it or hated it.
"Time for a shower for you," said Alison, releasing his ankles from their
bondage, and he sighed with relief as he stretched his legs. This was
also his chance to get out of the clutches of Sandra. No more bondage for
him. But his heart sank when she produced a pair of handcuffs with a
length of chain between the cuffs, and efficiently snapped one cuff
closed on his wrist before releasing his wrist from the bed post. Whilst
Sandra pulled his wrist with the cuff behind his back, Alison then cuffed
his other wrist, and pulled the chain tight through some sort of ratchet,
so that he was now cuffed at the rear and helpless. They supported him as
he staggered to the shower - his muscles were cramped from the long night
in bondage, and Alison removed her babydoll and negligee, and entered the
shower cubicle with him. The water ran hot, and she than soaped him down,
paying special attention to his caged dick and his nipples and his
bottom, and Sandra stood and watched as her daughters ministrations
caused his dick to swell, and he began yet again to complain about the
spikes. "Just get used to it, sweetie, it will happen every time you get
naughty thoughts, so just clear your mind of dirty stuff, and think
purity, and your little dickie will stay little and happy."
They both stepped out of the shower, and Sandra dried off Alan with a big
fluffy towel, and Alison dried herself, and slipped into bra and
knickers. She didn't go further as she wanted to continue to arouse Alan
as they proceeded with his dressing. For this, they had prepared a
special treat, as Sandra had called it.
She produced a bright pink corselette with a flourish. "Tarra.....your
new foundation, Alan, it will help you improve your figure, and keep you
out of trouble at the stag night." Alan blinked with surprise. "Don't be
ridiculous, I'm not wearing that," he retorted. Sandra smiled. "I don't
think you have much choice in the matter, my love. It's especially
designed to fit tightly and stay in place. Now, no arguing, just step
into the leg holes, and I will help you dress. When Alan refused, Alison
stood behind him and wrapped her arms about his chest and took both his
nipples between her sharp fingers and squeezed and pinched hard. Alan
screamed and tried to twist away, but his gorgeous fianc? was not to be
stopped. "Okay, okay, I'll wear the bloody thing," he cried.
He grudgingly stepped into the corselette and Sandra pulled it up his
body, squeezing it up round his hips. She finally unclipped the shoulder
straps and fed them over his shoulders to clip on the body of the girdle
at the rear and reached down to fasten the crotch piece which closed with
hooks and eyes between his legs. His caged dick thrust against the tight
fabric, and he noticed that he seemed to have a larger chest than normal.
Sandra saw him glaring at his chest, and she turned to Alison. "I've
added a little padding to his bra so that he fits the girdle better, and
we just have a couple of final additions to make everything secure. She
had sewn rings into the corselette either side of the crotch fastening,
and on the straps and body of the corselette. Taking little padlocks, she
joined the rings to make it impossible for him to remove his new
foundation wear. "There, all sorted and secure, you're safe from any
marauding girl that wants to get to your body," announced Sandra. "If you
need to pee, you can get to your little willie this way," she added
pointing to a flap on the front of the girdle which was held closed by
hooks and eyes. She showed him how it worked, opening the flap, pulling
his caged dick out through it and giving it a playful squeeze. Alan
looked down at his hateful garment and groaned. Sandra pressed his cage
back into the girdle and refastened the hooks and eyes triumphantly. "I'm
so pleased with myself for making you such a practical and useful piece
of underwear, and I have been planning more things to add to your
wardrobe. Lucky you, hey?"
Alan was speechless, and asked when he might be released from the
handcuffs. His plan was to find a big pair scissors and cut the ghastly
girdle off his body. Sadly for Alan, Sandra had other plans for the rest
of the morning. She lengthened the adjustable chain on his handcuffs and
told him to step back over the chain so his hands were at the front. He
did so hoping she would then unlock them, but instead she pulled the
chain back through the ratchet and clicked it closed with just six inches
of chain. "There, now you can use your hands to help with the housework
before you join the boys at lunchtime."
Sandra dragged him downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out a full length
apron, tying it round his neck, and at the waist. It was beautiful floral
pinafore, and would do fine for the rest of the morning. She would let
him dress for the stag night only a short time before the minibus arrived
with the rest of the party. Alan asked if he might have some breakfast
now, and Sandra toasted some bread and spread it with low fat cottage
cheese. His first reaction was to refuse it on the grounds that he
didn't like cottage cheese, but he was so hungry that he decided to make
do with it. He asked for a drink, and Sandra told him she would bring it
through to the lounge if he wanted to relax for five minutes. When he was
gone, she mixed a baby formula milk in a baby bottle and topped it up
with some of her pee which she had collected in a jar earlier. She warmed
it in the microwave and then took it through to Alison, who was sitting
next to Alan on the sofa. She cuddled up to him and pulled him down onto
her lap to kiss him. He lay facing up and smiled at her tenderness. Then
Sandra's face loomed close, and she handed the bottle to her daughter who
forced it quickly into his mouth and began to squeeze the bottle gently.
Alan gagged at the taste and tried to get up, but Sandra sat on his legs
to keep him still while he was forced to drink the disgusting milk. "I
made it specially for you," said Sandra smiling sweetly "and added my
golden nectar as an extra kinky erotic treat. I know you boys secretly
love golden showers, and this is just going one better." Even Alison
blanched at the thought of Alan drinking her mothers pee, but she knew
not to criticise, Mummy knows best, she thought, and she certainly has a
very kinky mind!!
Alan grimaced. "Well it tastes disgusting, so please don't ever do
anything like that again." Sandra's eyebrows rose. "Oh dear, the little
boy didn't like Mummys nectar. I don't suppose he wants the first tranche
of the ?50,000 I've promised him either. If he's going to be grumpy with
me, I can be just as grumpy back.
"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that," gushed Alan. "It was just a
surprise, that was all. And I would very much appreciate the first half
of the loan as soon as possible. Today would be perfect," he added
hopefully. "Well you give me your bank details and I'll transfer ?10,000,
which I think is what we agreed to start with. Then depending on how
things go, I'll consider the timing of the remainder of the money." Alan
knew his bank details off by heart, and wrote them down for her.
"Now you get on with the ironing whilst I sort the money matters. I
brought a special load of washing with me which needs ironing." She went
through to utility room and returned with a carrier bag of clothes, and
told Alan to set up the ironing board in the lounge where he could be
supervised. He had to ask Alison where the board was, as he had never
used it before, and she showed him the cupboard and he got organised. He
opened the bag, and his heart sank. It was full of womens underwear, it
must be Sandras own undies. Surely she didn't expect him to iron this?
But sure as eggs is eggs, she wanted him to iron the lingerie, and told
him it must all be finished before he goes on his stag do. She increased
the length of chain between his cuffs to make him more efficient. He set
to surprisingly competently, and when quizzed about his ironing skills,
he just said that his Mum had taught him. His efforts weren't perfect,
but Sandra wasn't too worried, as the lingerie was not for her, she had
another use in mind for it.
With just 15 minutes before the bus was due with the lads, the two women
took him upstairs to dress for the coming event. They had laid out a
white shirt, black trousers and jacket for him, and he was glad that they
had no more absurd ideas about what he should be wearing. He made one
last plea to be allowed out of the horrid corselette, which was turned
down flat. What was he fussing about, no-one would know what he wore
under his shirt, he was making a fuss about nothing. Of course, he
intended having a fling with some woman, then the corselette served a
useful purpose, as no woman in her right mind would go to bed with a man
in a corset and a useless dick in a cage....
Alison unlocked the cuffs, and helped him slip into trousers and shirt,
and she did up the press-studs on the shirt, and held his jacket for him.
Sandra sneaked up behind him with a spray and squeezed the aerosol so
that a cloud of heavy flowery scent settled on Alans neck and ears. "What
did you do that for," he cried in horror, taking his hanky out and trying
to rub it away, but it had settled on skin and jacket, and would be with
him for the next 24 hours. "But it's a lovely scent," replied Sandra
"just think of it as aftershave, I'm sure you'll get lots of
compliments."
The doorbell rang, and Alan dashed for the door before anything else
happened. Sandra's parting shot was to remind him to be good, or she
might not be able to transfer the money to the bank. "I thought you'd
already done that?" he gasped. "It will be done by Monday morning if
there has been no hanky-panky and all is well," she replied. Alan left,
hoping and praying that it would.
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