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Wedding Training Part 4
By Faye Croft
The next morning, Alison and Sandra woke to their alarms at 7am, and got
dressed, ready for the day. They each had chosen quite sexy and
provocative outfits, showing off their legs, low cut satin blouses and at
least three inch heels. They went together to Alans room, and he was
still asleep. Quietly, they removed his bondage, and then turned off his
MP3. He stirred and groaned as he came to, the lack of noise being the
thing that woke him. His hood was removed, and then his gag. He moaned as
he stretched his arms and massaged his jaw. The corset still gripped his
waist like bands of steel.
"Good morning, sweetheart," said Alison, "hope you enjoyed your night of
bondage, I think it's really a part of kinky sex that I'm going to enjoy,
its so sporting of you to play along with us like this. "Didn't have much
choice, did I," replied Alan. "And what's with all that stuff on the
earplugs, I nearly went bonkers listening to all that crap."
"You shouldn't be so unappreciative of Mummys efforts, she spent a lot of
time composing that, and it will be so erotic for the two of us to have
such a kinky relationship, every day will feel sexy and exciting if we
are acting out an FLR." Alan grimaced at the suggestion. "FLR be blowed,
there will only be one boss in this marriage, and that's me."
"We shall see about that," replied Alison "now get dressed and come down
for breakfast, we're having a lovely traditional English fry up." Alan
was pleased to hear that. He crawled off the bed, and went to his
drawers. He tugged and pulled at the corset, but it was more than a match
for him. He sighed and took out pants, trousers, socks and white shirt,
and was soon dressed. Downstairs, the bacon was sizzling and eggs in the
pan, so he sat at the table, and poured himself coffee. Sandra walked in
and removed a very fancy apron from a hook and passed it to Alan. "Put
this on, Alice, it will be part of your normal dress style when round the
house." Alan threw it to one side, saying there was no need for it, and
anyway, it was a womans apron with all those frills. "That's rich coming
from a man who is wearing a pink corset," commented Sandra. "We'll just
have to see how you get on without an apron."
Breakfast was served by Alison, and they all tucked into it. Sandra
poured coffee, and handed a cup to Alan, but as he was just taking a grip
on the saucer, Sandra released it a fraction of a second too soon, and
the full cup fell into his lap. Alan leapt up from the table, and was
expecting to feel the burn of the hot coffee, but realised that his
corset was so thick that it had protected him from the worst of the
spill. His trousers were soaked though, and his white shirt splashed with
brown stains. "Clumsy boy, you best go up and change," said Sandra
tartly. "If you had worn the apron, you would have been saved from most
of that coffee. I suggest you put it on when you come back to the table.
But mop up the floor before you go."
Alan grabbed a teatowel from the kitchen and dabbed at himself, before
cleaning off the floor. He went upstairs and threw his clothes in the
laundry basket and put on clean clothes, and returned to the table. He
studiously avoided the apron which was draped across the back of his
chair. Sandra sniffed, but said nothing. They finished the breakfast with
toast and jam. Sandra had buttered her toast, and took a generous dollop
of raspberry jam on a spoon, and turned to Alan. She pointed beyond him
to the window, and commented that it was a housework day as it was
raining. Alan had his toast raised to his lips, but looked anyway out the
window, and Sandra aimed and flicked her entire spoonful of raspberry jam
smack onto the middle of Alans shirt. Alan felt something hit him, and
looked down and was aghast to see the large blob of red jam sliding down
his clean white shirt. Sandra cut in before he could say anything. "Oh my
goodness, Alice, how did you manage that? You are such a messy eater."
Alison snorted with laughter, and had a fit of the giggles. "If you had
worn your apron, it would not have mattered, but now you're going to have
to go upstairs again and change. You must like doing the washing, the way
you are running through shirts." Alan was outraged, he knew he hadn't
spilt the jam, but could not bring himself to argue with this mad woman.
He stumped off upstairs to find a clean shirt, and when he returned,
Sandra stood and held the apron up in front of him. "Put this on, and
keep clean, you big girls blouse, I've never seen such a ridiculous fuss
as you're making. He shrugged but nevertheless put his arms reluctantly
through the straps, and she turned him round and pulled the straps tight
across his back and round his waist and tied the ties in a double knot,
and added a large safety pin through the knot for security. He wouldn't
be taking off this apron without help.
Alison watched the performance with amusement, and clapped when he was
fully aproned. "Oh you do look sweet in that apron, I love all the frills
and the pink suits you perfectly, my love." He finished his toast and
coffee, and was pondering about sitting down and reading the paper, but
Sandra had other ideas. "Clear the table, do the washing up, and then
bring Alison and I another pot of coffee in the lounge, please Alice."
Alan blushed at continuously being called "Alice," but felt he needed to
fight this battle with Sandra on more important issues. This bloody
chastity cage, for a start. He'd raise it when they drink coffee. He
dutifully sorted the table and washed up, and took the drinks through to
the lounge.
After pouring out three cups, he sat and smoothed the skirts of his apron
out around his legs and picked up a magazine. Sandra interrupted his
reading. "So how are you enjoying our trip through the world of kinky
sex, Alice? We have lots more ideas in mind, you'd be amazed at how many
variations there are on vanilla sex, and I'm sure you'll get a huge kick
out of some of the scenarios we have in mind. But before we go any
further, I wanted you to know that ?10k was paid into your account
yesterday, and I'd like to discuss how we deal with the remainder that
you owe. It would make a lot of sense if you log on to the account now,
and we go through exactly what is needed and why. I have some ideas for
improving your business, so we should look at these, and act jointly in
making the changes. Fetch your laptop, and then come and join me on the
sofa here," she said, patting the cushion next to her.
Alan had intended to go for a round of golf, but there was something in
Sandras tone of voice that made him hesitate. Perhaps he should sit down
with Sandra as she suggested, and sort out money matters. He did as he
was told, and opened up the laptop, and went through the log in process.
Sandra opened a notebook, and wrote down his user names and password,
and she interrogated him on how he went about doing his investments and
banking. She was no slouch when it came to finances, and soon had
everything clear in her mind. "So shall we pay off another ?10k to keep
the bank happy? Would you like that Alice?" Alan scowled. "Please don't
call me Alice, and yes it would be great to pay off another ?10k."
"Well, why would I do that, when you are so grumpy about your name. Now
tell me what I should call you, and I might transfer some money." He
sighed, and paused. She had him over a barrel. "Call me Alice if you
like, but please pay in the money," he pleaded. "Its not if I like, its
if you want, now say it properly, "I would really like to be known as
Alice now I am joining the Fane family," and repeat it three times, so we
are clear." He did so, and at last Sandra was happy.
"OK, Alison, you heard that, Alice here wants to be called Alice at all
times." She turned to Alice. "I'll amend your user names on the computer
so we don't get confused, just pass the me the laptop." Alice tried to
protest, but Sandra was such a dominant personality that he couldn't
resist. She brushed aside his protests, and took the laptop from him, and
dipped into her handbag, and produced a large baby dummy. She shoved it
firmly into his mouth, and told him that if he spat it out, she would
cancel any money transfers. He gulped and kept the dummy in, scowling
furiously.
Sandra set about changing his user names which she jotted down in her
notebook. "If you need any of these, just ask. When did you last change
your passwords?" He went to remove the dummy, but Sandra stayed his hand.
"Just nod or shake your head, sweetheart. Have you changed your passwords
in the last 12 months?" He shook his head. "Sloppy girl, we need to
change them, I think." She went through all his accounts and changed the
passwords, and listed them out alongside user and account names. "Now, if
you think you need to get into any of the accounts, just ask me. And no
need to thank me for getting you organised, its all part of being in the
family. Now keep your dummy in, and lets get cracking with some
housework." She took him by the hand, and pulled him off the sofa and
into the kitchen. He felt like a child being pushed around like this, and
the dummy almost gave him some comfort, as he subconsciously sucked on
it. Perhaps it was better not to go on the golf course whilst he had his
dummy in.
Sandra produced a list of tasks to be completed in the kitchen, and
pointed Alice to the cleaning materials. "Bring me coffee at 11.30 in the
lounge. I have work to do. Oh yes, and in the Fane family, we have a
custom that anyone who is wearing an apron should curtsey to the family
member who is giving instructions. In this case, you are the person in
the apron who will curtsey, and I am giving instructions. Now curtsey,
please, Alice." It took some time for Alan to get his curtsey right in
the eyes of his mother-in-law, but eventually she accepted his efforts as
a work in progress. "You'll be delighted to know that aprons are a
tradition in the family. I was presented with 7 pinafore aprons when I
was a child, one for each day of the week, and I was expected to wear
that days apron for all housework. I realised quickly that the same rule
was not applied to my brother, so I set about getting my Mother to change
the rules, and made it that whoever was wearing an apron did the
housework. I bribed my brother into wearing an apron every day for a
month, he was a soft touch, and after that, Mother insisted that he
continue, as she realised that it was only fair for him to keep the house
looking nice. And the curtseys are just good manners. So you will
undoubtedly receive a set of aprons when you marry Alison. And as you
seem to like your pink corselette so much, I think we may continue on
that tradition as well.
Alan spat his dummy out at this last suggestion. "No way on earth will I
be wearing corsets after this one comes off," he proclaimed. Sandra
picked up his dummy with a deep sigh and went and fetched some ribbon.
Alan was stamping around in the kitchen when she returned with Alison,
and between the two women, they forced the dummy back into his mouth and
tied it tightly in place with the ribbon, knotted firmly and securely at
the back of his neck. Alan was red in the face with anger at this, but
could do nothing to remove the wretched gag. "Don't forget, we are having
some erotic fun this afternoon, so just behave or you may not enjoy it as
much as you might.
He continued cleaning the kitchen cupboards, and at 11.30, he took coffee
for three through to the lounge. Sandra instructed that he should pour
out two cups, and then stand in the corner as punishment for his
outbursts. He felt like a child, and longed to rebel, but was also
intrigued by the talk of sex after lunch. And something at the back of
his mind made him think that perhaps he should do as he was told if he
wanted good sex. His dick began to harden as he stood in the corner,
thinking about sex. The wicked pins in his cage did their job, though,
and he soon stopped thinking sex, and started thinking mundane things
like football.
When they finished coffee, Alan was instructed to clean the bathroom and
toilets, and he tried to protest, but all Sandra had to do was to
threaten to withdraw the sexy session they would have in the afternoon,
and he caved in. He did not like cleaning toilets one bit, but toiled
away until all was done and it was lunchtime. He joined the ladies for
lunch, and was even given a glass of white wine to put him in the mood
for what was to follow. Sandra and Alison kept dropping hints about what
the afternoon might involve.
"Men are so focussed on having squirty orgasms, I wonder if they ever run
out of juice? I wonder what excites a man most, is it the thought of
having sex, or actually having sex? Do you think a man gets a bigger kick
out of a blow job, a hand job or up the bum? Can men last longer than
women when it comes to conventional sex? Can a man continue when he's
blown his load, and his partner has still not got there? What do you
think , Alice?"
Alan had a raging hard-on with all this talk of sex, but was in agony
from the cage pins. He had grown more and more fidgety because of this,
and he blurted out that he would enjoy sex any way as long as he didn't
have to wear the rotten cage. "Oh, the cage is irritating you is it?
Never mind, darling, it will be removed before too long...." commented
Alison, without explaining what "too long," meant. "Now, Alice sweetie,
lets get ourselves ready for some fun this afternoon." She took him by
the hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom, and whispered in his ear
that she was going to play the dominatrix, and Mummy and Alice would obey
her every command. She stripped him down to his corselette and undid the
flap and fondled his caged dick, telling him that it wouldn't be long
before his little peenie was brought out for some fun. But as she was in
charge, she needed to be sure that he would obey, so she snapped the hand
cuffs on him and told him to kneel at the foot of the bed. She then slid
a rope through the cuffs and pulled it up and fastened it over the high
rail of the four poster bed and slid a second rope round his thighs and
tied this to the lower rail of the bed. He was firmly held in a kneeling
position, unable to escape. Alan felt his heart pounding at the thought
of a release from his cage. Alison was enjoying setting him up for the
afternoon, and she then blindfolded him, and fitted the ear plugs from
the MP3 player, setting a new looped commentary running. It would be
food for thought for her husband to be. "I'm just going to change, back
in a few minutes."
Alan groaned inwardly, as the familiar voice began. "Alice is very
welcome to the Fane family. She will appreciate the advantages of being
in a Female Led Relationship. She will enjoy her new wardrobe, and her
pretty uniforms and aprons. She will behave herself in accordance with
the requirements of Sandra and Alison, and will accept her role as
maidservant. She will appreciate the value of chastity, and enjoy even
more the times when she is allowed out of chastity. She loves blue
panties, petticoats and brasieres, as she knows she is a boy underneath,
but a girl on top. She will be the household laundress and be responsible
for ensuring everyones wardrobes are in good order. She will...." And it
ran on for who knows how long before starting over again.
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