Leaving the Men's Chastity Support Group, Spalding Tyll started as he saw a familiar face exiting the Pain café's famous Tea Lounge.
Following Spal's cousin, the brilliant scholar, Siddons Tyll were two pretty twenty something girls, giggling and pointing at him.
And with them was an older woman in a somewhat unfashionable mink stole.
"You see, girls, I became concerned about Sid because he was neglecting his paleontology studies.
Yes, and wearing those concert tee shirts and the black jeans, and going to so many of your mixers."
The taller of the girls, a strawberry blonde smiled. "No, we had parties. But Mrs. Tyll, it wasn't a big deal."
She laughed and then looked over at Siddons and laughed harder.
We just invited Sid because he's easy to work for, the secretarial stuff. I don't think either Kiana or I were trying to get involved with him, black jeans or not."
"I had invited Siddons and his brother Pickens to serve at this little tea shin-dig, but Pickens seems to have wandered off." The lady in mink grimaced.
"But I knew I could count on Siddy to come, and in such an adorable outfit."
"Doesn't he look so much cuter like this. My little son."
The lady in the mink gestured to Spalding's cousin Siddons who was indeed curiously dressed.
Siddons had thigh high stockings on, and at the end of the thighs, were sewed pink carnations. Then there were high heels, and a corset covering his concave chest.
"You understand, Huxley, that while Siddons was in Africa, looking at old bones, I had no way to influence him."
Kiana, the gorgeous black woman walked up and flicked Sid's obvious hard on in his flowered panties. "He must like this a little bit."
Huxley chuckled.
"You were always such a big shot at our parties, drinking beer and talking about football with the guys. Pinching my ass now and then. I think that's over for you, Sid."
The lady in the mink noticed Spalding and waved.
Spalding smiled weakly. "Hello, Aunt Maevery."
"Been a while since your Tea Lounge party, hasn't it? Give my best to your mother."
The girls looked at Spalding, realizing the implication-here's another one.
They began laughing even harder, and Sid began sobbing, standing as he was in the hall of the hotel.
Aunt Maevery looked coldly at Siddons. "Go get dressed, and meet me in the Gift Shop. Your device is almost ready and we can finally put an end to the odious crotch touching."
"Oh God, he's a jerk off boy, isn't he?" Kiana laughed. The three proceeded down the hall.
Siddons walked over to Spal awkwardly on the high heels. "I-Jesus. I didn't know this would happen, Spal.
Mother brought me over here this morning, I thought we were just going to go shopping,"
Sid wiped his forehead. He looked down at the weighted clamps on his nipples. "Mother did put these on this morning, and said they were to stay all day."
That should've been a clue!
Spalding nodded. "And you stopped for some Tea at the Lounge."
"She made me take off my clothes and put this on in the kitchen, and you know, I am used to being Mommie's little girl at home."
Siddons smiled slightly. Spal noted that Sid's bulge was growing in his panties.
"But you didn't want the assistants on your scientific-paleontology projects to know."
"Well, no, they are incredibly hot girls. When I saw through the door that Huxley and Kiana were sitting in chairs in the Tea Lounge, and I was supposed to bring out a tray of tea and crumpets, I faltered."
Siddons shook his head.
"Mother had just done my makeup. Most of it has run down my face with my crying.
I refused-for the first time in my life-to go out there, and Mother had an old fashioned cattle prod, and began shocking my back and butt."
"Oh yes. The batons. The electrodes can be painful."
Siddons touched a red spot on his back. "I bought the prod for Mother for her birthday. I was a little excited about us having our sessions at home. I do need discipline-"
"But she used it to get you out in the Tea Lounge."
"And then I was teetering around on these absurd heels-I'm a twenty-eight year old man!-and the girls were first kind of in shock, and then they began laughing at me."
Spalding noticed that his cousin was now unconsciously rubbing his lengthening panty bulge as he recounted this humiliating experience.
"I dropped the milk, and Mother made me put down the tray and pull my panties down, and she had that horrible Malacca cane.
I screamed and I screeched as she hit me, and the girls felt kind of sorry for me-"
Sid began crying again.
"But-but then Mother asked Huxley if she didn't think I sounded like a wounded Tweety Bird with my screeching, and they both laughed their asses off."
Spal patted Sid on the shoulder. "You probably should go get changed. The bellhops are looking at you. I think it's inappropriate, even here, to stand around the hallway in your lingerie."
"I just-I tried so hard not to cry when she was caning me, but Mother really put her beef into it.
Finally I fell to my knees and rolled into a little ball, and you know my panties were down, and Mother began trying to stomp my penis with her high heels...
.. then, worse, Huxley got up and began helping her stomp. She thought it was hilarious."
Sid was still quite aroused. "I have to say, it was a little thrilling, but not so much when Mother showed the girls how to burn their initials on my cock with their cigarettes."
Spalding nodded wearily. "I've been there. It's what the Tyll women do."
******
Alma finished putting the French ticklers on the shelf and looked back around the store. Things had gotten so strange. Alma had thought that her family had lost all their money, but the market changed again, and all was safe.
But during that time, when Alma thought she was broke, she was so afraid that her lover, Mistress Elva would dump her.
Elva actually had been very nice, and said she'd never break up with Alma, though she'd never worked for a living. Elva had wondered if she should become a professional dominatrix.
After all, Elva was beautiful and had gotten many offers from submissives she'd met at scene parties. But Alma, who could tolerate Elva's many infidelities with men and women, and even was willing to serve Elva's lovers and be punished by them-
Alma wanted to be Elva's only slave!
So Alma had gone to the Paincafe's Dungeonopolis Gift Shop, and had found work as a stock clerk, and then had also began offering her services as a paid pain slut.
Being rented for torture by singles and couples brought in enough money that Elva didn't have to work. But when Alma's family had re-gained their fortunes, Elva had forbidden Alma to quit her pain slut work.
"It's so arousing, thinking of you being beaten and teased while I'm sunning myself at the pool." Elva had said. "We can donate your fees to charity or something."
Alma had really not been in favor of this, but in a way it also aroused her.
The day before, a disgusting fat City Councilman had taken her back to his office and had spanked her very hard with a long leather paddle.
He'd fucked Alma in the ass and the mouth, and then his secretary had come in.
The sec had forced Alma to lick her twat for nearly an hour, before they'd gotten her to help with administrative work-Alma was a wizard with the computer.
A couple of days before that, a young guy who had just come into an inheritance had taken Alma home for the weekend.
This had cost the lad twelve hundred big ones. He'd tied her to the ceiling of his parent's garage-
And then he'd tied buckets of paint to her ankles, so she couldn't protect herself, and he and his friends had used air rifles to shoot BBs at her plump breasts and exquisite buttocks.
