This is a continuation of the life of a dom series, although it stands alone I recommend reading the previous episodes. I would appreciate honest feedback good or bad. Thank you.
Sir
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"Please Sir, it's raining. Do you still want a cup of tea?" A reasonable request from Michelle.
"No there is no point in staying awake if I'm not going out, get back in bed. Get up at five thirty and light the fire, that's when I'll have my cup of tea. You can suck my dick while I go back to sleep."
I eventually slept and was woken by Michelle with a mug of tea. I got up and took my tea to the couch in front of a roaring fire. Michelle curled up next to me. "Don't get too comfortable, you need to go out and feed the animals."
"But Sir, it's raining," she objected.
"Very true, it would hardly be the Lake District without rain and the birds and squirrels still have to eat. Put the monkey nuts mainly on the inside and leave the window open. The bird tables and feeders can all be topped up."
"Yes Sir," she mumbled. I smacked her arse as she went on her way. I watched her outside, naked, in quite heavy rain, luckily for her it was comparatively warm rain. She put the bird food on the tables and had to unfasten the feeders to top them up. A few monkey nuts were put on the window ledge before she came in, absolutely dripping wet, she put some on the inside windowsill. She turned and smiled at me and then pounced on me making me almost as wet as she was.
I should have been angry but I couldn't be, I burst out laughing, wrestled her to the floor and somehow ended up fucking her. Fucking her on the rug in front of a roaring fire, both of us giggling away, was invigorating. We ended up, literally and figuratively drained, laying on the rug connected until my cock gradually deflated and slipped out.
Emily came into the lounge and right away went to make a brew. She was wearing a white nightie which was full length and very very sexy. Michelle and I sat on the couch and Emily joined us. When we had finished the tea I sent Michelle to wake Emma. "That's a very sexy nightie Emily, now take it off.
Michelle came back with Emma. Now I had three naked women with me, quite different in shape but all quite beautiful in their own way. Cyril appeared on the window ledge eating the monkey nuts, he had his tail over his head to keep the rain off. We sat quietly watching as he gradually worked his way in, picking up nuts as he went. He was well in the room by the time he reached the last one, he did not take his eyes off us and was ready to go at the slightest disturbance.
"Go to the window, stand side by side and look out. Legs together, hands by your side, shoulders back, chin up." Michelle, very slim, athletic and with a thigh gap. 34A. 23. 32. Black hair, brown eyes and permanently tanned skin. "Michelle, go and get a pair of high heeled shoes for each of you."
Emily 36C. 28. 37. had the biggest arse of the three, a minimal thigh gap and the crease between her legs and arse cheeks was well defined, her round arse was so smackable. Michelle returned and the girls put their shoes on. "Back in position," I ordered. Now they were standing in the same positions in the same way but now wearing high heeled shoes. This made their legs and arses look so much sexier.
Emily's wild hair hung down over her very pale skin back, she is older and has more meat on her bones than the girls but in her own way was just as beautiful and very sexy although she is only now realising it.
Emma was more the classic beauty, 34B. 25. 35. I love long blond hair, her firm arse, long legs, firm tits, I could go on. She knows how beautiful she is, how sexy she is and much as she makes the best of her looks her education and intelligence are just as important to her.
"Hands on your head, turn round," they were probably wondering why I should want to look at them like this. Why does an art collector want to look at his pictures regularly? Why do rich folk want all the trimmings of their wealth? I just want to look at their sublime arses, exquisite pussies and I must admit their splendid though different tits, that if I don't own have unlimited access to.
"Right girls, we are staying in this morning due to the rain which looks as though it will persist all day. So put some clothes on if you want, we'll have breakfast and then have a game of cards, not strip poker but perhaps we could work out a reward for the winner and forfeit for the loser. Later we will go out and see what a difference the rain has made and finish up at the Farrier for a meal."
Michelle and Emma decided to wear knickers and a tee shirt. They also kept their shoes on. Emily, much more sensible, wore a dress and put slippers on. We played cards, relaxed in front of the fire and watched the ever changing view. Mrs Cyril came and had some nuts and came in a little way before running off with her nuts. Emma was rather unlucky and lost and Michelle won.
By late afternoon I told the girls to get ready to go to the village for a meal. They were to dress sexy. When we were all ready we braved the rain and got into my car. I drove down the A591 to show them the difference when the water was cascading down the fells and generally the wetness of the Lake District. There is something refreshing about smell and cleanliness. I love the Lakes whatever the weather.
We stopped off at the Sally for a decent pint of Cumberland ale before we were to walk up to the Farrier for our meal. I pulled into the car park and handed Michelle who was sitting next to me a remote control vibrator, "Put that in and we shall have some fun." She smiled but the smile didn't convince me that she thought it would be fun.
I sent Michelle to the bar with twenty quid for the drinks while we sat down. I turned the vibrator on high and watched her jump as she was ordering. As she started back with the drinks I turned it down, not wanting her to spill any. We had a foursome game of darts, I partnered Michelle it only seemed fair. I had played on the Sally's darts team many years ago. Emily was surprisingly good, Michelle wasn't, at least there was something she wasn't good at, I was beginning to wonder. Having so much activity going on in the pussy may not help the concentration.
The rain had stopped for the moment so the fifty yard walk was dry. There were a lot more people in the Farrier and the atmosphere was convivial. Michael had reserved us a table in the centre. I wondered if some of the guys were disappointed, my girls were showing less than previous visits. Michelle and Emma's short skirts did not show any stocking tops, quite. Michelle was not showing any signs that she had a vibrator in her pussy, yet. She was managing to keep her body and facial expressions under control. Her rebellious outstanding nipples had decided to be standing out and were tenting her dress.
The tasty starter finished, I sent Michelle and Emma to the ladies to exchange the haven for the vibrator. As soon as they reappeared I switched the vibrator on full. Emma staggered and Michelle laughed. I knew they had swapped the vibrator.
Michelle
My phone alarm went off at some time in the morning that does not exist. I staggered into the kitchen to make a brew ready to wake Sir, the rain was hammering against the window so I asked him if he wanted the tea. He told me to wake him later.
At five I lit the fire, I'd hardly got back to sleep, I put a wax easy light log in the fireplace, lit it and put two logs on top. When it was going well I made the tea and took Sir a mug. I was sitting in front of the fire when Sir came in and sat next to me, he told me to go out and feed the animals and birds. Can't he see it's pissing down? Of course he can. The fucking birds have more sense than to be out in this. Everyone has more sense than to be out in this.
Everyone except me, no I've more sense, Sir has more sense he's just a cruel bastard. I took the bird food and monkey nuts outside. The rain, although wet, was not that cold. I filled everything with the bird food, the four tables and the hanging feeders and put monkey nuts on the window ledge. I was soaking, my hair was dripping. I went back in the cottage and was hit by the warmth. I put some monkey nuts on the window sill and opened the window.
I looked at Sir smiling at me and thought sod it, he's all warm and snug and laughing at me, I jumped on him shook my head and soaked him. I held on, rubbing my body over him. He started laughing and we fell to the floor. We rolled about and somehow we were fucking, and kissing and giggling. I had my arms and legs round him, his cock in me as we lay on the rug. I was kissing him wherever I could reach when Emily walked in and spoiled it.
The three of us were made to stand in front of the window, looking out, naked and wearing high heels. We were standing like this for about ten minutes watching the stair rod rain and feeling his eyes boring into us. I felt like a three year old child standing like this. I wonder why he wants to look at us like this, I feel humiliated in one way and superior in another.
The rest of the day we did 'normal' things until we got ready to go out. We dressed ready for an evening meal, not too sexy and wearing knickers. We drove around in the rain, the water coming down the fells. What had been little runs were now gushes, rampaging down into the road. I took some photos with a view to doing paintings from them, the Lakes are amazing the way the weather changes everything.
At the Sally carpark Sir gave me a pink rubbery device with a bulbous end and a tail. I was to put the fat end in my pussy, I thought things were too normal. Was this my reward for winning at cards? Sir helped me lubricate my pussy by playing with it and I inserted it. I pulled my knickers up, the end of the thin bit protruded over the waistband. It didn't feel too bad, in fact it felt rather nice as I walked into the pub. I was told to go to the bar, as I was about to ask for our drinks my pussy quivered as the pink vibrator came to life.
I blushed, I stuttered. "A p-p-pint of Cumb-b-berland ale, and ," after a pause I managed to blurt out. "Three Bicardi and Cokes, p-p-please." The big end inside my pussy was really pleasant once I had got used to it but the spectacular feeling was the long thin end vibrated all the way up and my knickers pushed it against my clit. This too would have been pleasant, more than pleasant in private but not in a bar. Sir would not make me have it in throughout our meal in the other pub, would he? You know the answer to that.
We had two drinks there and Sir stopped and started the vibrator as well as slowing and speeding it. There also seemed to be different pulses. The rain had taken a temporary break as we walked to the Horse and Farrier where Michael was most attentive. Sir turned the vibrator down or off when he could see I was about to come so it wasn't too embarrassing apart from blushing and my bloody recalcitrant nipples defiantly straining against the front of my dress.
Michael was struggling to take our orders, he could not take his eyes off my nipples. The sexual blush creeping up from my chest to my neck was matching the colour of my face. It may be paranoia but I felt that every eye in the place was focused on my nipples. When the starter came Sir turned the vibrations off, my uncontrollable nipples didn't notice and were so distended it was painful.
Sir sent me to the toilet with Emma to allow her to have the vibrator, thank God. The ladies toilet was empty, "What was it like?" she asked.
"Wonderful to start with and in the privacy of the cottage it would have been great but in a full restaurant it was embarrassing and uncomfortable and my tits hurt." That sums it up. We went into a cubicle together in case someone came in. I pulled my dress up and my knickers down to show Emma the vibrator.
"The bit inside is thicker," I pulled it out to show her.
"Wow," said Emma, taking it off me.
