The third chapter has references to watersports as well as one of the characters' other family members. Although not strictly incest, I thought it best to forewarn anyone who reads it. Other than that I hope you enjoy. Votes as well as comments are welcome, good or bad, as long as they're constructive. I'm still learning though, so please keep that in mind.
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He collected the bottle and like an eager puppy carrying it's lead, Brian followed her along the hallway. The only woman who had ever looked at him the way Claire just had was his mother, but that was different. He expected that from her, that's what mother's do. The statuesque hour glass figure he couldn't drag his gaze from, wasn't his mother. For the very first time in his life a woman had seen him. All of him. Claire hadn't given him "that look" or turned away. He almost felt good about himself.
Everything was changing for Brian.
Not having seen her from behind until now, he admired how broad her shoulders were, how wide her hips were and how strong her beautifully shaped thighs and calves were. She was so tall, as tall as Robert in her heels. Maybe 5'9" or 5'10" in bare feet. She positively towered over him. But it was the sight of her buttocks that left him awestruck. They were big. No, they were very big. Swaying rhythmically beneath the dress that struggled to contain them, yet framed them like artwork. He tried hard to imagine what they would look like naked.
She was perfect in every way.
He looked down at the tiny piece of material swinging from his erection. The material that he knew had been nestled against Claire's most intimate parts. Her cunt and her arsehole. No....no.........he corrected the thought. Terms like "cunt" and "arsehole" didn't apply to someone like her. He chose pussy and bottom, softer words, his limited education unable think of anything more befitting.
She paused at the doorway to the living room and turned to face him. "I want you to do 3 things Brian. Obey, learn and enjoy."
His heart thudded against his chest. "Yes Miss." God, she was beautiful.
Once inside, Robert stood up to let Claire return to the same armchair, asking Brian to pour the wine as he took up the armchair closest to the door. Nodody said anything about the panties dangling from his cock, although he did notice Robert's smile.
Nothing had changed except he now noticed the black leather collars both Jim and Mrs Mason were wearing. Just plain strips of leather, but he knew the symbolism and wondered if Robert and Claire "owned" them. He would have liked to ask, but he was there to serve. That and he would never have had the courage anyway. Still, the idea that his boss and his wife were collared by the same man who was training him caused a surge of excitement. They both remained silent, but he could see them looking at his decorated erection. He also sensed a conversation had been cut short.
"Just leave the empty bottle on the coffee table Q," Robert told him, before asking him to stand to one side of his armchair.
For what seemed like an age the room was silent apart from the music playing in the background. That's how it felt to Brian anyway. They all just sat there sipping from their wine glasses. A marked difference compared to the atmosphere beforehand, but he couldn't quite work out what why.
Maybe this was some kind of test. Not for him, he knew that he was here for training, but for Jim and Mrs Mason. All the research he'd done on the subject suggested that a submissive's training didn't end when they accepted their collar. He tried to imagine what they had done during that period or if they had been trained at all. Questions formed followed by confusion. Too many questions. It was difficult to see them as anything other than his boss and Mrs Mason, but seeing them like this was tangible evidence they were more.
With his cock throbbing and wearing Claire's panties like an ornament, he concentrated on the last thing she had told him. Repeating the words like a mantra.
"Obey, learn and enjoy"
"Obey, learn and enjoy"
"Obey, learn........"
"Mistress Claire?" Mrs Mason's voice breaking the short silence.
"Yes Martha," her voice carried a slight edge of impatience. He recognised it as much the same way Mrs Mason had spoken to him on Friday in her office.
"May I go to the loo please?" she asked like a child in class.
It shocked Brian, but then again, perhaps it shouldn't have. It wasn't dissimilar to his instruction to ask Robert for permission to wank really. Not that he had yet. Still, to hear her ask for permission for such a basic human function suggested just how seriously she took her role. In front of everyone too and showing no signs of embarrassment that he was a stranger to her. He looked at Claire and saw the slight curl of a smile on her red lips and the sparkle in her eyes when she looked towards Robert. Maybe he was wrong, but he thought he also saw her nod her head.
Her smile more obvious, Claire spoke to him. "Q, please escort Martha to the main bathroom."
"Yes Miss." He liked the way she spoke, especially when it was directed at him. He moved to the door and opened it as Mrs Mason stood, her massive breasts swinging beneath her tight white dress. Her nipples were hard and pushed at the flimsy material.
"Oh," she added. "Leave my panties."
Reluctantly, he did as ordered, sorry to be parted from the intimate garment and wondered where he was supposed to leave them. It flustered him a little until Robert saved him when he held out his hand.
After waiting at the open door, Mrs Mason led the way after he closed it behind him. He was taken by how smooth her legs were as they climbed the stairs in silence. They were bigger than Claire's. Fatter and shorter, but they would be really. She was the same height as Brian, only taller because of her heels. They were a nice shape though and her skin was pale, as if she'd never gotten a suntan. He understood that, he wasn't one for sun worship. He much preferred working on an engine or better still, wanking.
