This is the twenty-fifth installment of
Mrs. Hart's Ache
Chapter XVI Sunday
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Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar.
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This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way.
James Mark Masterson.
Just your typical teenager. Smart... sexy... sophisticated... and always horny. With the time and bank to do pretty much what he wants to do.
And to do who he wants to do.
Mrs Hart has discovered that there is a huge difference between playing B&D games and living the life of a submissive. It's been a difficult journey thus far and it's only been twenty-four hours.
She's met a true Dom, now she's about to meet two Dommes, Royal Bitch Goddesses both. And there's more than spelling to mark the differences.
That she has no control is making her crazy.
It also makes her very wet...
She has much to learn, and much to unlearn. Mistresses Gwendolyn and Saundra are more than happy to help James teach both lessons.
Humility comes reluctantly to a woman of Mrs Hart's class. Learning from James has been an ordeal. Let's see whether or not she can learn some from another woman. Or two.
Happy Reading.
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XVI Sunday
"...
Tomorrow you get your new jewelry. Have you decided which setting you prefer?
...."
When we got into the Miata about nine the next morning, Mrs Hart was a tad subdued. Her disquiet grew when I handed her that pair of opaqued sunglasses. She gave me a questioning look.
"The next destination is a surprise," I explained. "Wear the sunglasses. I'll let you know when you can take them off."
I had a very good reason to keep our destination a secret. Veronica might not agree, but tough shit. Deal with it Mrs Hart.
As usual, Veronica's outfit was impeccable. She'd chosen an elegant floral print sun dress with a bra top and stiletto sandals that strapped around her ankles. Beneath she wore only a pair of sheer pink boy short tap pants. I liked the panties. She shouldn't have been wearing any, but I definitely liked the way she looked in them. The dress did well supporting her heavy breasts with a bare glimpse of cleavage. She looked good enough to eat. I let her carry a small clutch, which dangled on a long strap from her shoulder. I was certain that she'd need to fix her makeup at some point during the day. Her scent was Givenchy, I think. Amarige.
A half-hour later, we arrived at Gwendolyn's place. I knew that Saundra was also there; Cassandra too. All three were in appropriate dress, waiting for us, though they didn't announce their presence when we arrived. With the opaqued sunglasses still in place, Mrs Hart couldn't see the ladies.
The conversation through the drive had been lively. What there was of it. Veronica was not in the best of moods. In a word, she was pissed. I'd promised her decorations, giving her the opportunity to choose location, but she still wasn't used to the idea. She kept hoping that I'd relent. Deal with it Mrs Hart.
Time out.
Poor Veronica: on one hand, she craved a man with a strong hand to maintain discipline; on the other, she hated that that strong hand was attached to my arm. After all, in her world, I was much younger; her daughter's hated paramour; a nobody from the lower classes. Worse, I had control.
But I was also the one who knew her buttons, and knew well how to push them.
Time in.
None of the ladies said a word when we arrived. I got Veronica out of the car, then took her arm and led her into the outbuilding, then down the winding stone staircase into the dungeon. I shut the heavy door behind us, then led her to the middle of the room. You should have seen her face when I lifted the sunglasses from her eyes. Blown away doesn't cover it.
The first thing she saw was the St Andrew's cross. She almost jumped out of her skin. Gwendolyn had lit the torches on the walls, so the place was some kind of spooky in the flickering light. Of all of the places she'd expected to find herself that Sunday morning, a medieval dungeon was not high on her list. Hell, from her reaction, it wasn't even on her list.
Her eyes darted around the room, probably seeking the way out. They came to rest on the rough wooden door. A clue might have been the sound of clicking heels coming down the stone stairway, growing louder with each step. There was obviously more than one person coming. She looked at me, seeking a hint, but I stood silently staring back with my arms folded across my chest. Poor Veronica. She had no idea of the menace approaching. She kept glancing back and forth between me and the door. Finally she broke the silence.
"You promised that no one else would know about us," she hissed in a whisper. "Apparently your word is as worthless as – "
"Don't say anything that you'll regret Veronica! " I interrupted coldly. "I have been very lenient with you, whether or not you realize it. I've made allowances because you are Missy's mother. As of now, that's over. You've used up all of that free pass. To this point you had earned nine punishments. That outburst made it ten. One more word, and I'll double it."
Her expression was thunderous, but her jaws shut with an audible click.
"Now you know that my word is golden," I continued sternly. "The people approaching are well aware of your identity and your status. How and why they know will be revealed at a later time. Suffice to say, they and we are here to attach your chosen adornments. One of those coming has vast experience piercing various body parts. You're lucky that person is available, and I would suggest that you be on your very best behavior starting immediately. After all your new acquaintance will be wielding the piercing needles."
Rage disappeared as horror blossomed upon Veronica's face. This setting was not at all that which she had pictured for her session with the needle. She opened her lips to speak, but before any word could emerge, the heavy iron clasp on the door clanged. A shudder ran through her. She stepped back, putting me between herself and the door, as it creaked open. Veronica's gasp was loud in the cavernous chamber.
If she had been stunned by the setting, she was appalled by the players. Mistresses Gwendolyn and Saundra entered together, and they were in full dress uniform.
Mistress Saundra was regal in a polished red leather and satin corset, black spider web stockings and thigh high red leather boots with five inch spiked heels. Her skin-tight black leather gauntlets ran from the tips of her fingers up, flaring beyond her elbows. Her décolletage was dramatic. The half-cups of the corset lifted her breasts high, and left her huge pink areolae and button nipples exposed. The nipples were pierced with spirals with diamonds embedded in the beads at either end. The bulging lips of her sex embossed the supple black leather of her g-string.
Her fine blond hair was pulled tight to the top of her head in a severe ponytail, then allowed to fall freely about her shoulders, then down to her thighs. It wafted behind in a shining cloud as she moved through the chamber, strutting as only an accomplished Mistress can. The captured mounds of her heavy breasts quivered liquidly with each purposeful stride. Her makeup was perfect: she was an Ice Princess carrying a reed-thin quirt in one gloved hand.
Beside her came Mistress Gwendolyn, dark and subtly menacing in a sheer black silk shirt with billowing sleeves and French cuffs with cufflinks, skin-tight black jodhpurs and black leather knee boots with spiked heels. She too wore gloves: black kidskin snapped at her wrists. Her black hair was gathered in a severe French braid. Her breasts were bare beneath the shirt; her cherry nipples tenting the silk, the points quivering, as were her breasts, with each pace. She carried a polished leather riding crop in one hand. The other held the loop of a leash.
Behind the two Goddesses came Cassandra, scurrying to keep slack in the leash. The silver chain hobble she wore around her ankles made that difficult. Her blond hair was done up on a simple Chignon. A delicate silver chain linked to the rings in her nipples swayed as her bare breasts bobbed with each mincing step. Around her neck, she wore a thick leather collar from which a leather strap fell down her back. Her wrists were secured high behind her back to cuffs riveted to the strap. She was otherwise naked.
The ladies before her were striding in step. Cassandra had to scurry. The leash was secured to the ring through her exposed clit. Any hesitation would be disastrous.
When the ladies stopped before us, Cassandra immediately went to her knees with legs spread and head bowed. She was breathing deeply from the effort to keep up. The rings through her nipples and clit twinkled in the light from the torches. Gwendolyn rested her hand lightly upon Cassandra's shoulder. Cassandra laid her head along her Mistress's thigh.
Saundra offered her hand in greeting. I took it, bowed my head and brushed my lips upon her fingers. "Good morning Mistress Saundra. You are looking particularly enchanting. Thank you for taking the time to assist today." Her eyes twinkled as they met mine.
"Good morning Master James," she said. "You're looking fine yourself, my friend. Anything I can do to help. You know that you have but to ask." The twinkles turned to green ice when she glanced at Veronica.
I turned to her companion with a warm smile. Speaking in French, I greeted her formally. ["
Good morning to you Mistress Gwendolyn. Thank you for allowing me to use your facilities. Your dungeon is a perfect setting for the tasks that we must complete this day.
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