Justins New Landlady Pt 02

Author's introduction: It is probably advisable to read part one of this tale in order to understand the situation that Justin finds himself in as this second part begins. But in case you have neither the time nor the inclination to read part one, here is a summary of what has already happened.

Justin, a newly qualified teacher, has been thrown out of the family home by his widowed mother after she discovered pornographic pictures on his laptop. Whilst desperately seeking lodgings, he meets his Head Teacher in town. Olwen Simpson takes him home with her, and briefly considers seducing him, having revealed to Justin that she and her husband, Richard, have a Feminine Led Marriage and they lead a Hot Wife and cuckold relationship. Olwen realises that it would be impractical to carry on a sexual relationship with a member of her own staff, and so she contacts her best friend and fellow Hot Wife, Cindy, who obtains details of a mature woman who was making enquiries at the local fetish club, about seeking a younger, submissive partner. The story picks up as Olwen prepares to take Justin down to the fetish club to meet his potential new owner.

As in all of my stories, all sex described takes place between consenting adults of at least eighteen years of age. Some of my loyal readers left comments on chapter one. Please feel free to comment on this chapter, and don't forget to use the star scoring system. All authors appreciate thoughtful feedback.

I put the phone down and smiled to myself. This was very promising. I returned to the living room, where my recently milked cuckold and my young colleague from school were chatting. They both looked up as I entered the room.

"Sorted!" I smiled at Justin. "I've just spoken to a lady by the name of Mrs. Patricia White. She's seeking a younger man who likes to take the submissive role in a relationship, but who is also sufficiently well equipped in the cock department to give her frequent and regular fucking. Can you think of anyone who fits that description?"

Justin put his hand up, just like a pupil in his class would do to answer a question that had been asked. He shook his head in amazement.

"Why are you going to all this trouble just for me?" he asked. "Since meeting you in town this morning, we've told each other such intimate and personal things about our lifestyles. I admire your honesty and your trust in me, Olwen. Thank you so much for trying to sort out my fucked up life."

"Think nothing of it," I answered, reaching for my pipe and my lighter. "It did cross my mind to take you on myself, but let's look at things reasonably, shall we? You need somewhere to live, and if you moved in here, tongues would wag when it got out that you were living with Richard and me."

"I don't know anything about this Mrs. White," I went on, "only that she was in the club a few weeks ago. She mentioned to Heidi, the manager, that she was seeking. All my friend Cindy and I have done is to put two people with specific needs together. You are both going to have to work out specifics between you."

"Thank you, Olwen," Justin said sincerely as he watched me light my pipe. "I wonder if this Mrs. White smokes? That would be a real bonus for me."

I blew a stream of creamy pipe smoke at him and winked.

"You need to get ready," I told him. "You won't get into the club on a Saturday night without a member to sign you in. I've arranged to meet Cindy there this evening at seven o'clock. We're going to go hunting together, once we've met your potential new owner. After that, you're on your own."

"I can't thank you enough," Justin said gratefully. "Could I have a shower, do you think? I slept in the car last night, and I'm beginning to smell a bit ripe. I don't want Mrs. White to be put off by my stink! I'll just go and get my bag from the car. I've got a change of clothes and some deodorant in it."

"The bathroom's upstairs, second door on your right," I told him, and Justin went upstairs to clean himself.

"You're coming down to the club with me as well," I told Richard, who was now fully dressed again after I'd milked him. "Cindy's bringing Neil, and we thought you could both do a session in the glory hole whilst she and I look for some cock. Saturday night is always busy, and there's always a need for cock suckers and cunt worshippers in the glory hole."

Richard's face broke into a huge grin. He loved the humiliation of being made to use his mouth to satisfy members of the club who frequented the glory hole.

When Justin came downstairs from his shower, he was looking very different. He'd changed his clothes, and was looking much more respectable. He hesitated as he stood in the doorway.

"What's up?" I asked him. "You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Gracious me, no!" he replied. "It's just... I was wondering... Do you think...?"

"Spit it out, Justin, for fuck's sake!" I smiled, not wanting to upset him, but needing to know what he wanted.

"Do you think I could borrow a chastity device just like the one you make Richard wear?" he asked. "I want to show Mrs. White that I am fully committed to serving her. If I turn up cock locked and present her with the key, maybe she'll understand exactly where I'm coming from."

I beamed at my young colleague.

"What a splendid idea," I replied. I turned to Richard.

"Go and get the heavy metal cage," I instructed him. "All your other devices will be much too small for Justin. We want to cage him, not emasculate him!"

When Richard returned with his cage, I made Justin drop his trousers. He wasn't wearing any underpants.

"I thought Mrs. White would want to see what she's getting without too much trouble," he said by way of explanation.

"Very thoughtful of you," I replied ironically.

Justin was sporting a semi hard on as his trousers came down, and when I reached for his cock, it sprang fully to life. In its current state, it would be impossible to get any sort of chastity device on, and I looked at him and smiled.

"You've got a choice," I told him. "I need to get this soft enough to fit this cock lock. I can either suck you off or I can use ice cubes on your balls. Which would you prefer?"

Justin grinned wickedly.

"I can't think of anything nicer than to blow a load in your mouth," he said, "but then my ball sac will be empty, and I'd prefer to show Mrs. White a full, swollen sac. As much as I'd love you to suck me off, I think I'd better opt for the ice treatment, please."

"As you wish," I replied. I was disappointed, because Justin did have a rather impressive sized cock, which I'd had in my mouth a few hours ago before speaking to Cindy on the phone. I'd not managed to make him cum before Cindy phoned, and so his balls were impressively swollen. I admired his commitment to his potential new owner. Reluctantly, I accepted his decision not to let me suck him off.

"Richard, go and get me some ice cubes," I said to my cuckold. "I'm going to have to ice this hard-on right down!"

Cindy and her cuckold, Neil, arrived at the club at the same time as we pulled up in our car. Justin and I got out of the back seat and I waited for Cindy to bring Neil over. I made the introductions, and Justin's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Neil was, as is his want, dressed 'en femme' and I have to say, he really does make a very pretty sissy. It's no wonder that both his mouth and his arse are in regular demand in the club. Richard, having parked the car, joined us, and we all went inside.

I signed Justin in as my guest and we went into the lounge. As it was a Saturday night, there was a goodly crowd already present, but Cindy, who is nothing if not organised, had thoughtfully reserved a booth for us. She and I led Justin to our seats whilst Neil and Richard went to the bar to get drinks for us.

The journey to our booth took us past many members who were already playing, so that Justin saw both men and women performing oral and anal sex quite openly. His face was a picture, and Cindy and I giggled. We were quite used to seeing all sorts of fetishes and perversions in the club.

No sooner had we sat down, than Heidi, the club manager came over. She kissed Cindy and me full on our mouths and looked Justin up and down.

"Good evening, darlings," she said in her husky German accented voice. "So you brought him, huh? I've told Cynthia on reception to let me know as soon as your guest arrives this evening. We don't normally allow unaccompanied non-members in on a Saturday night, but in your case, I'm prepared to make an exception."

"Thank you so much, Miss...um... I don't know your name," stuttered Justin, and Heidi smiled at him and patted him gently on the cheek.

"I'm Heidi," she informed him, "and it is my pleasure to arrange for you to meet this lady. Our club, and what goes on in here is not to everyone's taste, but we like to help all our members and their friends. Nothing is off limits in here, providing it is done consensually. I hope you find what you're looking for, young man."

She broke off and smiled, taking a pager out of the pocket of her stylish leather trousers.

"If I'm not mistaken," she said, looking at the screen, "your lady friend has just arrived. Excuse me. I'll just go and make arrangements for her to come in. I'll bring her over to you as soon as I can."

Heidi sauntered off, acknowledging greetings from members, and stopping to kiss a middle aged woman who was energetically bouncing up and down on the cock of a young man who looked as if he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.

"I had no idea this place existed," Justin said, his head twirling around as he took in one bizarre sight after another.

"We're very discrete," Cindy told him. "After all, both you and Olwen are teachers, I'm a G P, and that lady over there? Yes that one, who is being arse fucked? She's the town's senior magistrate, the man up her arse is the leader of the council and she's eating the cunt of our vicar's wife."

Justin laughed.

"Does the vicar know?" he asked and Cindy shrugged her shoulders.

"Of course he knows," she said. "Vicar Hughes is a cuckold, just like my Neil and Olwen's Richard. Beryl, his wife, will fuck anything with a pulse. I mean, Olwen and I get our fair share of cock, but compared to Beryl, we're mere amateurs!"

At that point, Richard and Neil returned with our drinks. There was a pint of best bitter for Justin, and a gin and tonic each for Cindy and me.

"Thank you, darling," smiled Cindy at her cuckold. "Now we're waiting for Heidi to bring Justin's date over, and then Olwen and I are off to get ourselves some cock. Why don't you and Richard go down to the glory hole? We'll come and find you when we want to go home."

I nodded to Richard, giving him permission to join sissy Neil in the glory hole. They both moved off together, but before they'd got very far, a man grabbed hold of Neil's arm. He was sitting at a table with four or five other men, and there was already about twenty empty pint glasses on their table. The first man spoke to him and Neil nodded. Richard carried on by himself, and Cindy sighed.

"Neil's been spotted by the biker boys," she said. "That means he'll be coming home stinking of piss and with a gaping arsehole. Those boys play rough, and they do love their watersports."

"Don't be such a bloody hypocrite!" I teased Cindy. "We both know you regularly use Neil as your toilet!"

"Yes, but I don't piss up his arse," Cindy countered. "And when I peg him, I use a nice dainty little strap on. Some of those boys have got cocks that would make a horse go green with envy. I've got a feeling that Neil won't be sitting down comfortably for a few days!"

Justin looked as if he couldn't believe a word he was hearing. Cindy smiled at him and patted his hand gently.

"Don't worry about Neil," she reassured him. "Like I told you, I'm a doctor. I wouldn't let him come to any harm. I check him out health wise regularly, and just like I enjoy myself as a Hot Wife, so Neil enjoys his role as a sissy cuckold. You'd be surprised at how many men, and some women too, hit on him when he's dressed. He's had more cocks, strap on dildos and butt plugs up his arse than I've had hot dinners!"

"Justin, I think you're about to meet your new owner," I interrupted Cindy quietly. "Heidi's on her way back, and she's not alone."

I was right in my assumption. Heidi came over to our booth once more, only this time she was accompanied by a very striking looking woman. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of coppery red, and it cascaded down to her shoulders in gentle waves. She also had a very large pair of tits, and a beautiful, full-lipped smile.

"Ladies," Heidi began, totally ignoring Justin, "may I present Mrs. Patricia White? She's a guest at our club this evening, and it seems that she's seeking. I told her that you two Hot Wives would probably be able to assist her?"

Mrs. White smiled nervously.

"Olwen?" she enquired, looking from Cindy to me, uncertainly.

"That's me," I replied, smiling. "We spoke on the phone earlier. This is my friend, Cindy. We're both glad to meet you. May I call you Patricia?"

"My friends call me Patty," Mrs. White replied, "I'd like to think that we are friends, even though we've only just met. I can't thank you both enough for what you have done for me. I parted company with my last submissive about three months ago. I've been seeking a replacement ever since."

She stopped talking, and for the first time, she looked directly at Justin.

"Good evening, young man," she said warmly. "I take it that you are the candidate that these two ladies have brought for my consideration?"

Justin sprang to his feet, knocking the table with his knees as he did so.

"Yes, I am. Good evening, Mrs. White. Thank you for considering me for this position," he gabbled nervously.

"Well, my work here is done," Heidi smiled. "If you'll excuse me, ladies, the manager's work in this club is on-going. Enjoy your evening."

She sauntered off, and we all looked at one another expectantly.

"May I get you a drink, Patty?" I offered, and our guest turned to me with a smile, as Justin resumed his seat, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

"You must think me a very unsociable guest," she replied, "but I really just want to talk to this young man. I make no secret of the fact that I'm really rather desperate. I haven't had a sub across my knee for far too long, and please, don't get me started on my need for some cock! I haven't been fucked in what seems to me like forever! Would you ladies mind if I had some time alone with... what's your name, boy?"

"Justin, Mistress," replied Justin, looking as if he was about to get to his feet again.

"Sit still, Justin. I hate fidgeting," snapped Patty. "And don't be so presumptuous. I'm not your Mistress," she added. "You don't know my requirements for considering you for my submissive yet."

She looked at Cindy, and then at me.

"I'm very grateful to you both for the trouble you've gone to," she said warmly. "Not only did you remember me at the open evening that was held at this club a few weeks ago, you went to the trouble of finding out who I was and of contacting me. It is I who should be buying you each a drink, not the other way around."

"Guests aren't allowed to buy drinks here,Patty," Cindy said, getting to her feet. "Olwen and I are on our own cock hunt tonight too. It was a pleasure to meet you. Now, if you'll excuse us, I've just spotted an old friend over by the bar. He's got a very eligible looking companion with him. I think it's about time you and Justin here had some time to chat alone. I hope he comes up to scratch. Good luck to you both."

I stood up too. I looked at Justin and smiled.

"Come and see me when you're sorted," I said kindly. "Your car will be safe at my house until you're ready to pick it up. I'll see you back in school after the half term holiday. Good luck."

Cindy and I sauntered over to the bar. I had a nagging feeling of having abandoned Justin. He was so young, and so naive. I hoped I'd done the right thing.

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Justin sat still and licked his suddenly very dry lips nervously. He felt his companion's eyes roving over him.

"Well let's start as we mean to go on, shall we?" Patty White said brightly. "You tell me all about yourself, your fetishes and the like. Then I'll tell you what I expect from any submissive that I take on. I should warn you that I'm not your typical dominant. But we'll get to my little kinks once you've opened your heart and told me all that turns you on. Take your time. I don't bite. Not on a first date, anyway!"

"Um... well my name is Justin and I'm twenty seven years old," Justin began. He licked his lips again, and took a sip of his beer to quench the dryness in his mouth.

"I had been seeing a dominant lady for about six months, but..."

He broke off, blushing furiously.

"What happened?" asked Patty. "Did she blow you away, or what?"

"My mother happened," replied Justin bitterly. "Until yesterday, I was living at home with my mother. She found a picture of this lady on my laptop. My mother destroyed my laptop and threw me out."

"OK," Patty said calmly. "I take it from your mother's rather extreme reaction that it wasn't a normal family friendly picture that she saw?"

Justin grinned at the way Patty phrased her question.

"No, not at all, " he replied. The lady in question, her name is Edith, by the way, was naked. She was holding a cane that she was about to use to beat me. She was also smoking a cigar. I have a huge smoking fetish, and I find that pain is a great help in getting me hard. Edith used to smoke and then cane me before we had sex."

Justin stopped talking and looked at Patty nervously.

"I hope my interests don't put you off me?" he asked hopefully.

"Not at all, Justin, my dear," smiled Patty. "In fact, they fit rather well with my needs. You see," she went on, rummaging in the voluminous shoulder bag that she had been carrying when Heidi brought her in, "I find it very refreshing that a young man such as yourself isn't put off by a lady's liking for a good cigar."

Patty gave an 'ah' of pleasure and pulled out a paperback-sized container. Justin watched in fascination as she opened the case and took out a slim cigar. Patty fitted it into a stubby cigar holder that had also been in the case, and slid the holder into her mouth. She clenched down on it whilst she closed the case and returned it to her bag. Looking around, she saw a few people smoking, and she smiled to herself.

"I see that the no smoking indoors policy is not in operation here," she said, and Justin felt his cock beginning to stir at the sight of her cigar holder waggling up and down as she spoke. "Which is a good thing. You see, Justin, in my vanilla life, I'm a solicitor. I uphold the law, not break it! None of my colleagues know about my other interests," she went on, "and if we decide to take things further, I expect utter discretion from you. I don't need my kinks to be widely known!"

Patty pulled out a lighter from her bag and handed it to Justin. She nodded at him.

With trembling hands, Justin sparked up the lighter, and Patty dipped the end of her cigar into the flame. She inhaled deeply and blew a stream of creamy cigar smoke at Justin, who smiled weakly and handed Patty her lighter back.

She smoked serenely for a few moments and then spoke softly.

"I'll certainly smoke for you," she began, "especially if you'll agree to go across my lap and take a good, hard spanking. If pain gets you hard, then disciplining a willing sub gets me wet. I'm not your traditional dominatrix, you see. I like my subs to fuck me after I've spanked them."

"You mentioned that you and, what was her name? Emily? Edith?"