The bedroom was an even better find than the dungeon. The bed, usually a problem for me due to my height, was huge. Apart from the bed and furniture Nothing of my Nanna remained. I had hoped there would be a clue here but no. However, I had the computer in the dungeon dressing room. I would get to that soon.
That would be after my little pussy slave had put my fires out. I made things hard for him I wouldn't let him take any of my clothes off. I cuffed his hands behind his back in the dungeon and led him through the house with a dog lead and a tiny collar around his cock and balls.
I've seen pictures of a man led by his Domme with a dog lead clipped onto a ring in the end of his cock. High on the list of important and urgent things to do is get Alec's cockhead pierced.
I've wanted a ring in my clit, rings in my labia and nipples for years but have never had the time the money or the nerve. I did pluck up courage once but the guy I went to see advised against it as I worked with X-ray machines. Now I have both, and I don't have anyone to please. I made a mental note to do some internet searching.
I set myself a target to have them all done within a week. It has taken longer than a week, my needs and wants keep changing.
When we got to the bedroom Alec was obviously on edge. I think he thought Nanna's ghost was going to jump up and chase him out. He wasn't going anywhere without my permission though.
There was plenty of room for a cot though I never did get him one. He wasn't happy sharing my bed Alec is a funny, solitary little man. He has been bullied all his life, he is easy to bully. I have to keep a close eye on him and make sure what happens to Alec is what Alec wants to happen to him.
The bed, as I said was huge. It is a four-poster and posed yet another puzzle. There were cuffs and anchor points all over it. The footboard was as I was to discover foot stocks. If Alec was not allowed in here who were these restraints for?
First things first, I had to take care of my little pussy licker. That took seconds. I had him stretched out straining like a bowstring in seconds. The cuffs in the corners of the bed were all connected to hidden electric winches.
I soon had hard Alec at work. He went to work on me within the confines I had set him and he soon had my Fanny singing. She sang six very sweet songs then one I had never heard before, Alec made me cum by licking my arse.
That did it. I wasn't having that tongue going to waste in the garage. When I was stated I sent him to bring his stuff pick a wardrobe and put his things in there. When I told him he was sleeping in my bed from now on he started to cry.
What if you don't like me anymore? I think that question was the one that put the first crack in my dream of having him immediately to hand. He now has the little single bedroom in the house and his little flat in the garage. If any of us are looking for him the first place is the garden, then the garage. He is only in the house when it's really cold or it's always my teltale that he is sickening.
I gave him a reward for being so good to fanny. I put him over my knee and tanned his arse red. Not a reward by most peoples standards but he came, all over my stockings. I didn't let him go, I was happy spanking him, he was happy being spanked he is a funny little man.
So happy, he came again. I stopped then and let him go. He jumped off my lap, and licked up all his cum. Off my stockings, off my shoes, and cleaned up the little splashes that got to the floor.
He then licked up the imaginary cum on my stocking tops my thighs and suspenders. He was a little disappointed when I stopped him from going inside my knickers. I told him I would take him to the dungeon tomorrow and work on his bum with my Nannas paddle. I'd work it until his arse was scarlet, he thanked me. He thanked me like a little child receiving a present.
As he went off to find his worldly possessions to bring to his new place. I had a good old nosey around. There were 5 other bedrooms. One nearly broke my heart. It was decorated for a baby girl. It had a cot and toys, there was an unused baby walker, nothing had been thrown away.
I think I came into the world in the ajoining room. I have very fuzzy fleeting memories of being carried around on someone else hip. I didn't have an all-out Boo Hoo, because I picked up my teddy from the bed. I think he had sat alone on that pillow all these years. I took boybear back to bed with me. Much to someones annoyance he lives on my pillow now. I know now with upmost certainty that boys never ever grow up. I think us girls can just about put a passable facade on it if we concentrate.
I sat for five minutes and cried. I cried a bit for me and my missed childhood, I cried for my mum. Then a thought struck me, my mum is bonkers, but when she left she took me with her, she wanted me, that thought stopped the tears.
Mostly, I cried for my Nanna I felt closer to my Nanna at this point than I ever had with my mother. I needed to get to know her, I hoped the answer was in the dungeon dressing room.
This time the computer didn't come to life of its own accord. I pressed the power button. I expected windows but didn't get it. Then I saw the apple with the bite missing.
The screen with the three buttons loaded. Nannas voice gave me the same three options as before.
This time I pressed the green.
My Nanna's face came into view. Hello, Areala she said. I've got some more explaining and apologising to do, haven't I? It took me a while to put this together. I did it in bits and bobs. If my blathering on is too much, hit the stop button. The green button will start me up again from where ever you left me.
First, I have to offer my mitigation for being an awful Grandma to you. Your mother and I were never close, even as a little girl she had developed a huge sense of self-righteousness. I'm sorry if I'm sounding intransigent but over these last two years I have realised what she deprived me of and I am a little bitter about it.
From five years old we argued daily until she left home and took you with her. You were 3 months old then. You were 17 when I saw you next. That has been the saddest seventeen years of my life. When you joined the army you became traceable. You started to use your National Insurance number and Cookson, bless him, found you.
That was the day you passed out from your basic training in the army. I have seen you many times since then. You have been much easier to keep tabs on. I tried before that, I did try Areala, honestly.
I made a decision, right or wrong to not interfere with you and your mother there and then. As it turned out it was very wrong, I thought the two of you still had a relationship.
I have realised only very recently that it was a poor choice. I didn't always stick fully to my decision. Do you remember the mad old lady who bought you and your friend a cake and a coffee on your 18th birthday in the Costa in Salisbury? It was your mad old Nanna. If you come across the costa mug in the kitchen, don't throw it away, it was the one you used that day. I'm afraid I stole it.
That brought on another big Boo Hoo I switched Nanna off for a bit and went for a coffee. I found the mug in the back of the mug cupboard, I used that. I was sitting feeling a little lonely when the house phone rang.
Hello, Areala Kenton here can I help? Hi, my name is Billy I'm not sure but I may have a wrong number, have you recently ordered clothing from a specialist shop in Cardiff?
"Oh, are you from Latex Lover?"
"Yes I am"
