This should have been included in part 4 but i somehow lost it in a cut and paste.
How do you feel about me cuckolding you?
Oh, God, no. She is going to get herself a stud who can fuck her all night long. Find out I'm useless and tell me to leave. If I say no, she will tell me to leave anyway. "Oh, I err if you want."
Listen to me, you duffer; I know what I want, I want to know what you want.
Just say it, man. I thought she has seen through you. It was nice while it happened. "No, I don't like it, Kay; it frightens me. I don't want to share you with another man. If you said it had to be so, I'd have to accept it, but I'd be unhappy."
Oh, you big dope! I don't want another man. Why would I want another man? I love you. I know I like to tease you. We both know you love to be teased. But baby, don't you ever dare forget that I love you.
You asked me to marry you. What did i say? I've got sole access to the fun python that lives in your pants. I get back massages, foot rubs, strokes, tongue baths, and just plain love 24/7, plus you're nearly as good as a girl at eating pussy.
I don't want another man, why would I want some twat who wants to fill me up with his stinky jiz and leave me wanting in the damp patch? I've got the best man in the world. I want to cuck you with a girl numbskull.
I've never made it a secret that I swing both ways, have I? I want it to be a tease for you as well as a pair of nice titties for me to suck. Girls remember sucking momma's titties too. This one is ready to admit it.
Oh, then, that's different. Is it Angie?
"Oh fuck, is it that obvious?"
"I know you like her. You protect her like you do me, mistress."
"Go and get my paddle, Imbecilee."
"I was back in seconds; this always hurts a lot; I just wish I understood why I love it; she is right; I am a sick puppy.
Right, you know the form by now, boy, pants down, grip your ankles, and pull that bum tight as a drum. If you so much as flinch, you receive double what's left strapped into my pillory, and you get it with the bastard cane.
"I'm going to punish you for your lack of faith in me. You thought I didn't want you, didn't you, sicko?"
"You had better answer me, cos that delay just made 50 into a hundred."
"Yes Kay." I was being very careful to call her by the right name in the right place.
Right, first things first, I want you here; actually, no, I want you with me all the time! Not because you're a gorgeous-looking man; that does help, though. Not because you have the biggest dick I've ever had the pleasure of meeting; that does help a lot, though. Not because you are still taller than me even if I wear my highest heels; that's very important, too, but it's not the reason.
"What is the reason, Kevin?" "Be careful, boy, you need to answer these questions right if you want any skin on your arse when I finish with you."
"I don't know Kay!"
"Wrong answer, two hundred! Your in the shit boy; you are getting every one of these today."
"Oh my God, she is going to beat me unconscious," I thought."
"Let's make the questions easier. There are 4 answers to this question." If you get one wrong, I'll double it. Get one right, and I'll take 10 off.
Yes darling.
"So sicko, why am I punishing you?"
"Because I didn't have faith in you?"
"Fuck me with the blunt end of a rag man's trumpet! The boy listens. One right"
"Because I need to be trained?"
"Mmmm, a bit more before I can accept that,"
"To honour and trust you."
"Very good puppy! Two right!"
"Because you enjoy doing it."
"Another right; is that two or three?"
"Three mm, er, Kay."
Kay giggled. "Oh, we made a little mistake there, didn't we? I'll think about that! Next answer now, stop prevaricating."
"Because you can?" Kay didn't answer for a second or two, and it was very worrying."
I didn't think of that one puppy, but you are very right. I'm going to give you that one. But it means there are still two more answers, and I still want another. You can get another wrong and I can double it again."
I could see she was aroused. So I tried, "Because it makes you cum when you punish me?"
"I didn't think you would say that. I didn't think you would dare admit it. Oh, dear puppy. It looks as though there are two very sick puppies under this roof.
The next morning, the street door buzzer went off alarmingly as I was in the shower, washing fanny juice off my face. My cock, sorry, my mistress's cock--no, that's wrong as well; we were not in the dungeon. Kay's cock was still not used to the morning regime.
That is Kay getting her morning orgasm and me getting achy balls. I grabbed a robe; it was Kay's. God only knows where she bought it. It was silk with a very female dominant submissive male flavour. There was a bound, naked man with two corseted and booted female dominants who were twisting a wire tourniquet around his improbably tiny penis. The caption was, "Leave his balls, then the pig will remember what he's missing."
I wrapped myself in it and went down to the door. There stood an older lady. Not so old--I would say sixty if I had to put an age on her but somehow very familiar. Can I help you? I asked.
"Are you Kevin?"
"Err, yes, I am."
"Oh, thank heavens! Will you take my bag, please? It's quite heavy; it hurts my hands."
With that, she walked straight past me into the flat stairwell.
WHO IS IT? Yelled Kay from up above.
"It's me, Michalia, my darling, replied the old lady. Kay screamed. Mom, mom, is that you?"
Yes sweetheart. I'm sorry those boys have broken my front room window, and I got very upset, so the police came. Then she burst into tears.
I've got no one else love. All my friends are gone; I'm so sorry. I never listened to you; I never gave him a chance. I'm a spiteful, nasty old woman. Kay was down in the lobby now. She was hugging her mother. After Kay told me how her mom wanted her to be a little girly girl, I was surprised to find Kay was a slightly bigger version of her mom. There were three of us and a suitcase that you could hold a small rave inside our lobby, it's 4 feet by 5 feet. I suggested that perhaps we should go upstairs. Take your mom in the lounge, love, and I'll make us all a drink.
Kay had succeeded in calming her mother down. She had dried her eyes and was transfixed by our view of the castle. It has to be said, Caerphilly Castel is a bit transfixing.
I looked at Kay. Michala?
She mouthed "fuck off" at me.
"Right, mom," said Kay, "tell me what happened."
"I don't want to put either of you to any trouble".
"Mum Mum. Stop. You are not trouble. For Christ's sake, you're my mom. I love you, but you have to tell me what's gone wrong so I can put it right.
"How will you do that? I can't go back, I hit that boy, and the police came; Im on the run; I don't want to go to prison, Michala, can I just hide here."
"You did what?"
"He spat at me and called me, well, a very rude name, so I slapped his face."