Im Mels Dad Ch 08 Mrs Ws Email

EIGHT

Mrs Wilson's Email

I hear you come in the front door, pretty much at the expected time, and hear the shuffle that I know is you taking off your clothes. To my great delight you have chosen to quit wearing clothes altogether when you are home.

And often when going out are just wearing clothes so no one will realize you are naked.

I walk out to greet you and catch you bent over, just stepping out of your panties. You're dressed only in your thigh-high stockings, your gold-mesh choker and painted silk scarf.

For most women clothes enhance their attractiveness, for you, the clothes attractiveness is enhanced by being worn by you.

"What's up?"

"You're home."

"Yeah. You usually wait for me to come in to you."

"Usually."

"What's different?"

I walk to you and kneel, rolling your stockings down your legs one at a time. And you lift your foot to step out of them, resting your hand on my shoulder for balance. You let your hair down from the looped fall you wear to shorten your hair to mid-back - all it takes is pulling the pin from the short-fringed leather holder and it falls, falling - as you intended - to cover me kneeling at your feet.

I wrap it around me and stand. Wrapping your scarf around your neck, I use it to lead you into my office. Your breathing deepens in anticipation.

"What's up, Dad."

"A surprise."

"What?"

I lead you to stand beside my chair. I tug slightly down on the scarf and you kneel, sit on your heels and look up at me perplexed, your hair cascades over your shoulders, you tits, to pool in your lap.

Completely covered.

THIS is how you should dress, as you do at home.

I look down and smile broadly. I pull one end of the scarf and it snakes around your neck. I toss it onto the couch when it pulls free.

I sit in my chair and take your hand, laying it on my cock.

You feel it fully extended and very stiff through the linen.

I unbutton the fly and open it for you. You stroke my hardness delicately and lean down to take it in your mouth.

"No. Not yet." I grip a handful on the top of your head and pull you up by your hair. You rise, delighted.

I lead you around to stand in front of me, your thighs touching my knees. My smile broadens and your face gets more quizzical.

"Are you ready?"

"Uh... usually. What's up?"

I pull you to me, wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close. You put your hands on the back of my head and hug my to your chest, my head pushing your tits out to the sides.

I turn my head and bite the inside of your lift tit, in the meaty center. You squeal delightfully.

I grip your hips, turn you away from me and sit you down on my lap, your naked ass holding my stiff cock down, couched in your hot, dampening groove.

"Hit return."

"What."

"Do as your told. Hit return."

I reach under your arms and cup each breast.

You hit return and the screen lights up. I dig my fingers into your tits, pull you back against me and tweak, tug and diddle with your nipple-rings.

The screen lights up, to reveal...

"Hey! Dad! It's..."

"Yep. Mrs Wilson finally sent the eMail."

You bounce, excited.

"What about the girl? What does she say about the girl?"

"You are REALLY interested in this girl."

"I am."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Don't really care why. I just know that I am."

"Ok, good enough for me."

"What does she say?"

"I don't know, I was saving for you - for us to read it together."

You twist in my lap and turn to kiss me. That twists your hips and your ass cheeks roll my cock on my thigh.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Had to, Sweet."

"So, let's open it."

"Not yet."

You look at me over your shoulder.

"Why?"

"Gotha get fully prepared first."

"What... 'prepared'?"

I grip your tits and lift, pulling you up enough that my cock springs free, aimed up towards your cunt.

"Reach down. Put me in you."

"Ahhhhh"

Once you have taken me all in and are seated firmly on my cock I tell you, "OK - open the eMail."

You move the cursor over the notification and click.

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Mrs Wilson:

Hey. It's been a long time. We've been terribly busy here these last few months.

New people, new shows, we've become quite popular.

Most of the old crew come round still as well.

Jack is happy, dipping his wick in whatever well he wants - and he mostly wants me, so... I'm cool

Course, my well is always open as well and many wicks have gotten dipped here.

You've asked about the girl.

She's still here. We still don't know who she is.

She refuses to say where she's from, talk about her family, what Roger told her, why she came here.

Not even her name.

She rarely speaks at all.

We've taken to calling her Ruth. No real idea why, it just sort of happened.

Turns out she's been very helpful. She's a hard worker, helping Jack with the books and keeping the theater clean.

We set up a room for her, but she refuses to move into it. Prefers to sleep in the theater.

So, we let her sleep on that big poster bed in there.

Production values have skyrocketed. She's real good with lights, dropping gels, aiming, focusing, flagging. And it's a delight to watch her work -- so, bonus.

Oh, and she's taking over setting the stage.

She refuses to do any mating.

The mere mention sends her ballistic, screaming in fear and pain to hide in one of the spaces between cabinets and just shivers for an hour or so, then comes out, seemingly calm, but that look never leaves her eyes - not since that bastard Roger left her here.

And she flinches every time she thinks she's going to get hit.

She must have been sorely abused - possibly even before Roger got a hold of her. We may never know.

We, of course, never hit her outside the play - and she never plays.

She is a delight to have around, smart, funny and she knows stuff. Knows about everything, it seems.

And she quickly picked up the routine here and took over chores without being asked - like cleaning the theater, and also the kitchen and common spaces in the house.

She's a good cook, good at putting together an excellent meal on the fly based on what's available.

She's quite a hit with the people, stepping up to clear the stage and set for the next set. So beautiful and graceful that she is a pleasure to watch move.

Just walking is a dance.

And moving under a load, dragging furniture and carrying props, muscles moving under her skin most delightfully.

Dr. Ritmos has created a true work of art to grace the beauty of this body.

Ruth.

Her handful of tits is framed in his raw rice rope, a cage snug around the bases, lines grooved deep into her soft tits, with pairs of lines quartering each breast, to meet in a square box around each nipple - and halfway out, an encircling band that presses in as well.

All this makes a beautifully enticing set of bulges that emphasize the volume and softness.

A pretty typical diamond pattern cinches in her waist, which is muscular and resists the rope's attempts to impress it's demands on her flesh, but that enhances that beauty in the attempt to resist.

A complex web of strands of rice rope mark her crotch, framing and enhancing and impressing the bulges of her pussy.

A ladder covers - and closes off - her cunt-slit. An open chastity belt.

And the same effect applies to her ass cheeks as to her waist, resistance to the shaping emphasizes the beauty, lying tight without indenting.

Netting encases her legs, leaving them exposed and flexible. The same for her arms.

And a very decorative pattern on the back of her hands, emphasizes the length of her fingers.

She is Beautiful.

We leave her face fully exposed - she is one of the most beautiful girls we've ever seen

Reminds me of that red-head that was here for a couple months - the one from Montana... what was that town?

Ikakalaka?

Something like that. Remember her?

She jumped horses. Rode bareback. Was a magician with a quirt - but never hit an animal.

We brought in Edith to deal with her hair and she committed her usual miracle.

You remember that limp-prick Roger cut the top off, Edith came in and with layering and feathering and tipping and all that sort of stuff I don't know about, because I don't care about it. But I DO recognize artistic genius.

So, from the very short on top (though it is growing out quite nicely) the shag gets progressively longer until the original length floats over her hips and ass.

Provocative - Edith's specialty

She is always welcome to sleep with us - which she does but rarely. And not much sex with her, mostly just hugs and petting. But THAT is glorious the way she does it.

So really, that's about it with her.

We still do a lot of the old-style shows, but this new crowd seems to be more interested in the rope-and-whip sort of stuff.

Bringing that city BDSM dungeon stuff

If I didn't get off on it so much, we wouldn't let it happen. But I do.

And Jack LOVES the effect these shows have on me. So, we do them.

There's one couple that's been coming out a lot. They bring their daughter.

Or maybe not their daughter - not even sure that they're married, but that's the vibes.

The man and the daughter - the younger woman - work over the wife - the older woman. She seems to be about my age, the other about twenty-five years younger.

They were here last night and reminded me of you and your trio.

Sorry. Don't mean to cause pain, but they do remind me of the three of you.

They entered and walked to the stage, the man leading the way.

The younger girl, they call her, Scout, leading the older by a heavy chain padlocked around her neck.

They never refer to her by any name. The man is called Sir, the few times he's addressed. We of course know his name but... you know.

He strode up the steps and stood at the far edge of the stage in a sort of imperial parade rest, his dark grey pinstripe three-piece severely tailored.

Scout wore tight buff doeskin leggings, a sort of bikini bottom/cache-sexe of the same material that left her bum cheeks totally exposed but as it passes between her thighs it spreads out wide enough to fully cover her slight feminine bulge.

She also had a doe-skin vest that was covered with beads, quills, feathers and embroidery.

I say that and it sounds silly and busy, but it was not, very elegant, crafted to exactly mirror the shape of her tits (which were beautiful, small and tight. Bulging cones.)

The older woman was naked - but covered with henna scrolls and geometrics and vine-and-leaf patterns.

On her belly was a vignette that followed the oval of her abs - an elaborate with satyrs and nymphs, dryads and fauns cavorting - rutting, actually - around a waterfall that fell through the upper center to splash into a pool at her navel that rippled out across the undercurve of her belly, to just wet the very top of her thick bush.

It was a work of art that must have taken hours to produce. Her entire body was decorated.

And enhanced by the henna artist.

After the show, Sir mentioned he was thinking of getting all the henna replaced with tattoos.

THAT would be commitment.

Scout lead the woman to the center of the stage and jerked down on the chain. The woman fell to her knees - not pulled down, she just pounced onto her knees with full intent.

The woman's chain was pulled through the eye that sits at surface-level of the deck center stage - like the others strategically placed around.

She was forced to kneel, to sit on her heels, and the chain pulled her neck down and held her so that her back bent forward a bit.

When the man stepped up to her it was obvious why that position was enforced - her mouth was at exactly the height of his cock, which he had draped out of the fly of his suit.

The older woman leaned forward, her weight shifting towards him. Her open mouth offered no resistance until his pretty long dick was taken all in.

Must have been in her throat.

Scout had strapped on a long, fat, vibrator and stepped up behind Mom, grabbed a big chunk of her hair and pretty much just slammed into her ass.

Woman must be used to that.

Scout used the woman's hair, guiding her head up, down and 'round on the man's dick. while slamming into her ass with that vibrating strapon.

The man came - very calmly - jammed down the woman's throat.

He inboarded his dick and walked over to pick up a split leather strop. Well oiled.

He laid into that little girl's ass like flaps on a rotary sander.

That drove her into Mom, who was pushed forward till the chain around her neck stopped her.

But the driving kept happening. The girl put her hands on the old lady's ass, her back arched full back and, tits to the roof, she howled

Open mouth.

That echoed and rattled the barndoors.

And with each blow that giant strap-on was driven harder and further against Mom.

The woman could not go any further forward, so the driving just bent her back up harder and lifted her ass higher.

To keep in her, Scout had to stand, which was very awkward, especially with Sir slamming that heavy slapper on her butt.

Awkward, but amusing. Jack came up behind me and laid his cock in my hand.

The man came up behind Scout, flipped his stiffened shaft through his fly and slid into her pussy without pause. No struggle. Wet and wide open.

As he fucked her, she fucked her.

He came, which triggered Scout. Mom had been shivering and making open-throat sounds since before Scout started getting fucked, so - she was good.

They finished with Mom sucking Scout's strap-on clean, then her pussy. After that she did that duty to the man while Scout licked his ass.

He bent down, undid the chain in the stage-eye, helped Scout to stand and walked out- nearly dragging Mom out on her knees. She failed to keep up and he ended up dragging her out on her tits.

The audience erupted enthusiastically.

Ruth came out with a bucket and mop, collected the strop, wiped the stage clean and, noticing something on the deck bent over and scrubbed at it with her finger nail.

She pulled a scrub-brush from the soapy water in the bucket and started scrubbing hard.

Kneeling, bent over, sweet ass out, tits hanging, swinging in their rice rope cages. Hair tips dragging through the water on the stage.

The crowd was rapt.

Yes, she is that beautiful.

Next comes in Fenian, he hasn't been here for a while and I'm curious what he's gotten up to.

We had a brief chat over coffee setting it up last week, all he'd say was he was bringing Grey, and some new girl.

You might remember Finian, old guy - like, my dad's age - bushy red chin whiskers but shaved the cheeks.

Grey is that tall woman, about his same age, maybe a touch older.

She's the one that laid the whip to Warren so hard he didn't come back for over a year.

But, he'd begged to be part of that show - no right to wuss out.

So, me and Jack did what we could to prepare - not much required

Just the chainhoist center stage.

When Ruth was done cleaning, she signaled to Jack to lower the hoist and positioned it waist high. Jack cut it there.

She stood there (being admired) steadying the hoist until it hung still.

She walked off to cheers.

Finian stood in, dressed in his tweed professor clothes, leading a youngish girl - maybe 22-25 - by a two or three yard long leash attached to a wide belt cinched tight around her waist. Other than the belt she was naked.

Reminded me of those mean corsets Jack used to like me to wear.

Grey walked behind, erect and dignified, a red cape draping from her shoulders, the front held at her throat by an elaborate frog and open to the floor.

When they got to the stage, Finian unclipped the leash and spoke quietly to the girl.

She lifted her arms above her shoulders and started to turn around, exposing, displaying herself to the audience. Murmurs of approval.

Her skin was flawless and pale, her curly red hair bunched on her shoulders. Her tits were bigger than most, but not so big that their weight dragged them down.

Yet.

She's still young.

She looked scared, but resigned.

"THIS IS MALVINA!" The big man boomed

The crowd cheered, some shouted, "Go Malvina!" others more expressively, "Yeah!"

While they quieted down Finian stood to the corner of the stage on our side so his back was to us.

Grey laid down the doctor's bag she was carrying and knelt down to open it. Her cape covered her and the bag.

She came up with a handful of things we saw dangling from her hand until she stood and again, all was hidden under her red cape.

Grey walked up to Malvina and spoke to her quietly. She stopped moving and stood, her wrists crossed in front of her pussy.

Grey tied her wrists together and buckled a wide leather collar snugly around her neck.

She pushed the girl up against the chain-hoist motor and set her tied hands into the hook.

The controller box hung right there and when she pushed 'up' the motor started to hum and lift.

We all watched, fascinated - we knew this part of the story well, but it is always a pleaser.

Adding to the fun this time, when the motor got up high enough to roll into her tits it knocked her over.

We laughed as she fell on her ass.

Well, not her ass, she was too high off the ground.

When Malvina's elbows were about shoulder high, Grey slowed the hoist and we watched as the girl was stretched, very slowly.

We watched each change of form as her tits lifted, her belly flattened, her ass tucked - well, you know the way that looks.

And I heard more than a few bangs and sloshes from the audience.

When her toes just brushed the stage, Grey stopped the hoist.

Her stretched arms lifted her tits invitingly. We were all drooling.

Grey stepped up and sucked her nipples, hugging her tight.

She reached around to press her thumbs into the girl's ass and three fingers from each hand splayed into her cunt from behind.

She hung, moaning, swaying slowly.

Grey stepped behind her, reached around to lift her spit-wet tits in offering.

Finian stepped out now and pulled rope from his pocket. It was long and he held it at the middle.

He lay it around Malvina's neck and began working an intricate medallion in the center of her chest just above her tits.

With each additional line he worked into the medallion, another line was thrown around a tit, then worked to weave the sides together, then a thick band around her ribs just under her tits.

Those beauties were in a decorative rope frame and presented by an artist.

It had taken a long time, but the audience watched quiet and holding their breath. A true showman.

Grey stepped up as Finian stepped back and she attached screw clamps to Malvina's nipples.

She cranked them down hard, too. Faces nearly touching.

She tested the strength of the hold by lifting, jerking, shaking, tugging and just... testing. Them puppies was CLAMPED!

She bent down into the bag and pulled out a handful of hanging weights.

She first hung a four ounce weight on each nipple. Then another four ounce. Then eights. She's standing there with a pound hanging off each tit.

She cried like a bitch, but she did not flinch. She did not scream out.

Then Grey pulled out a gold chain, links like my little finger, and clipped each end to the nipple clamps.

THAT BITCH SCREAMED!!!!!

Her tits were pulled nearly together, I don't know what that thing was made of but it had WEIGHT!

Grey stepped away and they just let the girl hang there, swinging a little. Swaying a little. Twisting a little.

When she'd come to a dead hang and her breathing steadied out, we were all still entranced.

Finian and Grey stepped back into the light. Him still in his suit, as always. She still wearing that red cape.

Finian steps up behind her, grabs her tits, aims his cock and simply rams it into her ass.