In case it's not your kind of story... "Marcus and Aunt Bess return to the Stewarts." Story tags: female domination, femdom, male submission, CFNM, chastity, anal toys, cum eating, male bi-sexual, group, aunt-nephew
This is one chapter in a series. If you haven't read the earlier chapters, It is recommended that you start there. Over its full course, the story includes, among other things, female domination, male submission, toys, chastity, and bisexual play. If these aren't your thing, you may want to find another story to read. For those who have enjoyed the story to this point, or my other writings, I hope this one does not disappoint.
An Obedient Boy for Katherine, Part 13
Marcus' remaining days at home for the holidays were ones of continued and increased denial and erotic frustration. Bess, his mother's younger sister by a decade and still a decade older than Marcus, arrived on Christmas Eve to stay for a few days. Spending time with his mother and aunt at Christmas was their own little family tradition. In years when Darla was just getting by, her sister's arrival at Christmas brought the magic of unexpected gifts for young Marcus. This year, Bess' arrival included her taking control of the key to Marcus' chastity cage, and supervising the periods it was removed for shaving and cleaning.
Darla, Bess, and Marcus watched lots of videos while enjoying each other's company, but this holiday period was as sexually charged as Marcus' first few days at home had turned out to be. Except for one major difference. As much as Darla and Bess enjoyed the cocks and tongues of their visitors, especially those of Marcus' friends, Marcus was limited to riding the anal toys he received for Christmas while watching hours of female-dominant porn and spurting cocks under Bess' supervision.
Bess had smiled broadly as she explained that Mistress Katherine was expecting her slutty house boy to return with a highly charged sense of sexual frustration. Darla laughed and agreed to help ensure that state was achieved and maintained. Marcus' attempts to delay the start of his period of denial were brushed aside as Bess hung the key between her soft breasts.
Marcus was almost relieved when, a few days after Christmas, he found himself back in Bess' car for the drive to the Stewarts'. Bess had made sure he was cleaned, caged, and plugged for the trip. Darla had hugged her son closely while saying goodbye and teasingly promised to keep busy with his friends while Marcus was away.
The drive to the Stewarts' was pleasant for Marcus and Bess. Bess wore a simple t-shirt dress for the trip and she had selected one of Marcus' old house uniforms from the Stewarts for him to wear. The black booty shorts and cropped sleeveless t-shirt with "Slut" across the chest in a bold yellow script ensured that Marcus would remain in the car for the trip. Bess didn't pry too much into Marcus' thoughts over the changes at home, but she did periodically lay her hand on Marcus' thigh to gently massage his leg close to the confining cock cage. The soft moans that slipped from Marcus' lips invariably brought a smile to Bess'.
Parking in front of the garage, tucked away from public view, Bess and Marcus let themselves into the Stewarts' house through the pedestrian door close to Marcus' room. Bess stopped him from going into the maid's suite which was his bedroom. She told him that they should let ‛Lady Kay' know they were there first. She led the younger man down the hallway to the living room.
Katherine stood up as they came into the living room. She wore a lightweight black skirt with its hem at mid-thigh and a sleeveless button-down pale blue shirt that only reached to a few inches above the skirt's waistband. The gentle sway of her breasts showed that she wore no bra under the shirt.
"Oh, good," she said calmly, "I am so glad you're back. You've been missed, Marcus."
Marcus looked around the living room and kitchen. It certainly wasn't a disaster, but there were signs that it hadn't received the attention of the habitual checks for tidiness that had become his custom as the Stewarts' house boy. The mild disarray stirred him to comment.
"You couldn't replace me, I guess?"
Katherine laughed.
"Well, Charles did have that thought, but his idea of choosing a maid to have around the house isn't exactly a useful one."
Holding up one finger to pause further conversation, Katherine smiled, picked up a bell from the coffee table, and rang it briefly.
A feminine gasp was heard from the bedroom in response to the bell.
"Hey, wait!" Charles' voice also came from the bedroom.
In a breathless rush, Becky exited the bedroom. She froze momentarily when she saw that Katherine was not alone, but corrected herself and approached to stand meekly before Katherine.
"Yes, ma'am," Becky said softly as she clasped her hands in front of her crotch and looked downward in obedient submission.
"Well, at least the spankings have improved your reaction time," Katherine mused.
"Yes, ma'am," Becky said, "How may I help you, ma'am?"
Bess and Marcus exchanged glances as they watched the interaction between Becky and Katherine.
Becky, teetering on six inches of heel in tightly laced ballet boots, looked like a 5-foot Barbie that had been dipped in black latex. The form-fitting material covered her shapely legs to within a few inches of her smooth pussy, which was barely hidden by the flaring latex skirt draped from a tightly cinched waistband. Her upper body was clad in latex as tight as her stockings, holding her breasts high and projecting them forward. Over the black skirt, she wore a thin white apron of the same material. The outfit was completed by a white choker collar and a tiny white cap. The impression she presented was that of a slutty latex maid, which was exactly what Charles had intended when he ordered it. Charles' plan for a stand-in for Marcus' cleaning duties was introduced to Katherine with Becky's first appearance in the maid's uniform.
"Becky, say hello to Bess and Marcus."
"Yes, ma'am," Becky replied as she turned to face the newcomers.
"Hello, Miss Bess," she said with an attempt at a curtsy, "Hi, Marcus."
"It appears," Katherine began, "our little experiment in service for you is over for now. You'll have to clear your things out of Marcus' room..."
"Oh!" Becky exclaimed as she turned back toward Katherine, "I was going to tidy up before he came home."
"Oh, dear," Katherine sighed, "if that room is a reflection of your skills as a maid, it's probably a crime scene right now. I suppose we could leave it to Marcus to clean and I could just drop you off at home just like that."
"Oh, please, Mrs Stewart, don't do that!"
In a moment of panic, Becky lurched towards Katherine as she spoke. Katherine reflexively raised her hands, only to find herself holding Becky's latex-covered breasts as she steadied the younger woman and protected herself from being pushed off balance.
Smiling, Katherine gently began to massage Becky's breasts through the latex. Almost immediately, she felt Becky's nipples harden with the attention.
"Relax, my dear, we're not in the habit of outing people's fetishes to their families, though I suspect you being a latex maid is more one of Charles' than yours."
"Hello, everyone," Charles cheerily announced as he walked out of the bedroom suite.
He was wearing a short black dressing robe. Untied and hanging open, the robe exposed his bouncing erection, which a close examination revealed was still glistening from Becky's unfinished attentions.
"My dear," Charles directed his comment to Katherine, "she hadn't finished her cleaning duties yet."
Katherine laughed as she continued to play with Becky's breasts, "Charles, she's been cleaning that cock with her mouth and polishing it with her pussy for three days, surely it's almost done."
"Well, look at it, does that look done to you?"
Katherine's posture and one raised eyebrow were enough to inform Charles that perhaps he need not pursue that line of questioning.
