Rose’s Daughter's Wedding

A perfect day, just as the Almanac had predicted, warm and sunny but without the cloying humidity that so often mars July days. A fine day for a small wedding, her daughter, Siobhan, radiant and glowing, not really showing yet, obviously she had inherited some of her mother's temperament along with the red hair. Rose shivered at the thought that she would be a grandmother within the year, so much, so soon.

Rose felt vaguely out of place in her light, Mother of Bride's dress and wished for her normal attire, although the colours did set off her flaming red hair, still vibrant after all the years, thanks in no small part to her second daughter, Erin's, careful ministrations. The yard was immaculate, the decorations perfect the food and wine exquisite. When asked she would only laugh dryly and comment how she had so many good friends, who had worked like slaves for her. Out of difference to the groom's family, she stopped there, although there were some knowing smiles among her friends. Yes, all was going to work out well in the end after all; even, Moira, her third daughter, the dark one, was on best behavior.

Robert, her ex, was on best his manners too, smiling and playing Dad to the children he hadn't seen in over three years. He looked well, but had lost most of his hair. At least he hadn't insisted on giving away the bride - he'd given them all away more than ten years ago. And it was wicked but she had to smile to herself, that Bernadette had ballooned to a size sixteen. If he had consulted her in the choice of his third wife, as he had on his second (her), she would have told him that Italian women were apt to put on weight once they settled down.

Yet ten years ago she had been at her wits end. Strung out from her recent divorce, with three daughters (ages 7-13), and limited finances (certainly would help if his support payments weren't always just a few days late!), trying to get her life back together. The house was a mess and needed serious cleaning but she never had time. She was drinking coffee and idly looking through the back pages of one of those newspapers, which her daughters had started to bring home when she saw this ad.

"Respectful married male, 6'1, 190 lb., 45 seeks firm mistress for occasional menial service." Rose had thought "Hmmm I wonder if he would clean house" and on a whim responded. "I am a Mistress with flaming red hair and a temper to match, but I can use a menial to clean my house and perhaps earn my favor."

More mailings had followed, she had even gone to the library for some books but back then, there were none. In end, she had met John over coffee and set the rules, domination only, no sex,(but yes, she would break that one). He would clean her house in his costume, pay her and then leave. Surprisingly, he was as advertised; 6'1', 190 lb., obviously fit, with dark curly hair and a sandy mustache. In different circumstances she might have considered him for other matters.

On the appointed evening when the children were at Robert's, John arrived at her doorstep and proceeded to the downstairs bathroom to change into his outfit. Rose had agonized all afternoon over what to wear, and in the end had selected casual - skin tight black jeans with a low-cut white blouse and five inch heels, so she could meet look him in the eye, if she allowed him to stand. John had emerged from the bathroom with a studded collar around his neck and otherwise naked save for a leather thong with a curious bag around his cock and balls. He dropped to his knees and crawled on all fours to her feet, saying that if Mistress wished she could tighten his ball sac further. She declined and sent him off to the kitchen to clean the dishes and wash the floors, before cleaning upstairs including her bathroom and then drawing her bath. After a great deal of thought she had decided that she would have to incorporate titillation into his servitude and besides he did have a nice body.

John did an excellent job, the kitchen, upstairs and bathroom were immaculate, when he called her to her bath. She entered and slowly removed her blouse and jeans. Handing them to him, she smiled at the increased tension in his leather sac. Bending over in her thong and bra, she tested the water "Damn" she exploded, "I said I want it HOT!' He stammered "bbbut Mmmmistress," as she pulled the plug and drained the tub, then replaced the plug and adjusted the taps to her liking, a temperature indistinguishable from before. "Now bend over the tub. I will punish you while it fills slave!"

Rose knew from their correspondence, that punishment was important to reinforcing his role. John bent over the tub and as the water filled, she applied her hairbrush to his naked buttocks. At first she used only the flat end, then she alternated the flat and bristles. An amazing catharsis swept over her as she watched his buttocks redden, the thong twitching along his crack. She delighted in listening to him count the blows, then his sobs, as he realized that this punishment was serious. Through him she was releasing her resentment at Robert and all her other men; yet looking at his twitching sac, he was loving it. "No ssslave" she hissed savoring the word "Don't cum until I say." Although looking at his constrained sex, she doubted this was possible. As he knelt at her feet, she tied her hair back, and bent low for him to remove her bra, before presented him with each leg to remove her heels. Standing before him, she smiled "Use your mouth to remove my panties, slave!" Chuckling at his combined discomfort and arousal as he fumbled in removing her undies, she stepped into the tub.

Rose leaned back in the water feeling her built-up tensions flowing away and commanded "Now wash me slave" again savoring the word. John started slowly on her back and shoulders, then legs and arms, moving to her breast and tits then down her stomach and navel. Strong, firm masculine hands, but under her control; she dictated their pace and path. His hands hesitated at her navel, until she commanded 'I wish to be washed all over' delighting in his caresses as his hands moved lower, stopping at her vibrant red pussy hair. "Mmmm yes next time I will have you shave me too" she teased. She drew a quick breath as his hands moved onward circling the edges of her labia. flitting across her erect clit. She arched her back and pressed against him as the fingers of his other hand entered her womb and slowly thrust, pushing her clit hard under the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. It had been long, so long since but now she was cuming and cuming and cuming under the knowing hands of her dedicated slave.

Slowly she came to herself again, aware once more of this nearly naked man kneeling before her in her bath. Rose smiled and cooed "Now your reward, slave." She unfastened his thong and released his hard cock, from its cruel restrains. It stood before her purple and swollen, leaking precum, it was all she could do to resist kissing it. However, she resisted the temptation, as her left hand squeezed his shaft, she scraped his cumhole with her long fingernails of her right and breathed "Cum for your Mistress - Now!" She had laughed with delight as he climaxed, spurting his pent-up seed into her bath in long thick strings. Rose was delighted that he remained erect in her hand and at the end, and broke down and gave his twitching cock a light kiss, before emerging from the bath for him to dry her.

Mmmm yes, Rose shuddered, realizing the she was at a wedding and about to give away her daughter, the bride. So it had started, followed by so much, much more, and then the Web but that was another story.