Mild punishment in this one and fantasy incestuous roleplay.
Part 2 – Sally
All day Sally had been unsettled. At 26 she was the youngest of the four who met now and again to play out a few innocent fantasies. Anticipation wrestled with apprehension as she bustled about the office unable to forget the school uniform - and the underwear that went with it - left in her locker as instructed.
She had been surprised the previous Saturday to receive a call from Barbara arranging a meeting for them all at Barbara's house the next morning. She couldn't be sure but she seemed to sense disquiet in Barbara's voice and it worried her.
She was last to arrive in the morning and she immediately knew something was wrong. Belinda looked - well shell shocked really. Barbara shuffled them all into the lounge and they sat and listened to Belinda tell the story of Saturday. They were astounded at the sex and quickly asked to see the photos. As they rifled through the pile they began to realise just why Belinda had let him do what he did. Then they 'fast-forwarded' through the DVD and sat looking at each other.
Sally was the first to speak. "He . . . He wants us all?" she said her voice trembling.
"Yes," said Belinda quietly. "I was the first. You're next Sally!" Sally gasped and her eyes widened in shock.
"Next?" she repeated quizzically.
"Yes Sally: then you Stacey and finally you Barbara. He even told me what he wanted. You in your 'schoolgirl' outfit Sally. He wants your arse Stacey," she looked shocked, "and he'll spend the night with you Barbara!" She took a deep breath and went on, "But it won't just end there! He intends for it to go on. For the four of us to 'serve' him whenever he wants and to do whatever he wants us to!" They all took deep breaths as they tried to come to terms with the seriousness of their situation.
"Do we have to do this?" asked Stacey gathering herself, "surely he wouldn't be able to make this public without exposing himself?"
"I think he would Stacey," said Barbara. "He could do it all anonymously. We could hardly deny much. Everyone knows we meet once a month. They would probably think we made the DVD and took the photos. You know how people are."
"I'm next," they heard Sally whisper quietly, her head hung down. She looked up at them as they quieted. "I'm scared!"
The three others exchanged looks and nodded. Barbara gripped her shoulder reassuringly. "We'll talk to him," she said looking at the others who nodded again. She took a deep breath, "Perhaps we can persuade him to make do with just three of us!"
Sally looked at the others gratefully the said quietly, "But that wouldn't be fair!"
"It doesn't matter Sally love," said Belinda softly, "he has already got me," then she smiled, "I think the three of us can handle him!"
"You are going to do it then?" asked Sally softly.
"Belinda already has and, honestly Sally, I don't think we have much choice," said Barbara, "These photos and the video would destroy us in the town not to mention your marriages."
"I thought that yesterday," agreed Belinda, "but, and I am sorry, it was bloody good." They looked at her in amazement. "Yes," she continued, "it was good. Look - he's not bad looking. He's single now and he didn't hurt me. Don't get me wrong, he was demanding but he did things . . . Well . . . that I enjoyed." She looked around forlornly at her friends. "And I liked it you three. I liked being forced: told what to do," she took a deep breath, "used by him."
They were quiet as they heard these words for they all knew that some of their most exciting fantasies involved control: being forced to do things - not by violence but by coercion. Exactly as was happening now.
They were quiet then and, after a few moments, they asked Belinda to share her experience with them. She took them through every aspect, everything he did to her and how it felt. By the time she was finished they were all pretty hot. Leaving Barbara's after lunch they decided that the three of them, Belinda, Stacey, and Barbara would approach Mike in the morning.
For the rest of Sunday Sally was somewhat subdued. A mood which lasted through to Monday. She saw them all go into Mike's office and felt guilty that they would do this for her. She wasn't to know it, of course, that their efforts were to be of no avail.
He welcomed them into his office and was friendly as he listened to their offer. "And why should I not enjoy the lovely Sally. I'm sure she will provide much pleasure on Thursday evening - and in the future," he added with a knowing smile.
"We're offering ourselves," said Barbara quietly.
He laughed. "Offer me something I can't have," he said. "Ladies! I already have you! Ask Belinda! You will succumb to my every demand," he said fixing each with his blue eyes, "whether you want to or not. Won't you Belinda?"
She was unable to meet his eyes as she whispered, "Yes!"
"You see ladies. Perhaps a demonstration will suffice." He turned to Belinda and lifted her face to gaze into her eye: eyes that begged him not to because she knew what he was going to make her do. But did she really not want too? A shiver of anticipated pleasure ran through her body at the contemplated humiliation. He knows, she thought, he knows.
"Kneel Belinda," he said in that same tone and she did. She knelt in front of him. "You know what to do!" She reached for his zipper, unzipped the fly and exposed his soft cock. She began to masturbate it to hardness then took the head in her mouth. She could feel the tingling in her loins, the heat in her cunt, as she complied with his demands.
His eyes never left the other two as his cock hardened and he began to fuck her mouth. After a few minutes his hand touched her head. "Enough Belinda," he said as he helped her stand. He kissed her cheek as the others watched speechless. "Thank you Belinda," he whispered softly and she felt a glow of pleasure at his praise. "I wouldn't want Sally to go without her own dose of cum!" That brought a soft gasp from Stacey's lips.
"You see ladies," he said putting his penis away, "I already have you don't I? Next time that could be you Stacey or you Barbara - will be in fact!" Stacey and Barbara looked at Belinda standing there, head dipped in submission, then looked at each other.
"But she's the 'baby'," protested Barbara not yet ready to totally surrender.
Mike laughed enjoying his power over these attractive women. "'Baby'? She looks like a full grown woman to me! And she's married. No ladies, she will bring me much pleasure," he glanced at each of them in turn, "as will you all! Now, enough," he said sternly, "back to work. And tell Sally she will finish at 4:00 on Thursday, shower in your nice new bathroom, change into her 'school' uniform, and present herself at my office door after you've all left and I've locked up." He smiled: a smile that made him more handsome and calmed some of their fears. "Don't worry about your colleague," he said, "I won't hurt her - quite the reverse in fact!"
They all realised that any further argument would have no effect so quietly turned and left the office. Sally knew by their expressions that they hadn't been successful. Barbara sat next to her. "We tried love but . . . Look, we'll meet up on Wednesday and talk you through it as much as we can."
"I don't think that he will harm you Sally love," said Belinda softly, "he said he wouldn't and I believe him." Work intruded then as phones rang and computers buzzed and they all bent to their tasks.
Now Sally stood naked and wet in their new changing room. It was one of the first things Mike had done: a beautiful bath/shower room and comfortable rest room. They'd realised on Sunday why! Slowly drying herself she studied her body in the full length mirror. She saw a young woman, not that tall, not slim but shapely and with smallish, pert breasts. Her waist, not tiny, smoothly curved to shapely thighs and a fulsome but tight bottom.
Dry now she looked at the outfit hanging in her locker and began to dress. The others had all been sent home early and they'd all kissed and cuddled her trying to provide support but now she felt alone. She wasn't exactly frightened for she didn't really believe he would hurt her but Belinda had told them ALL that he had said and done so she knew he would use her body for his pleasure. Make her do things she hadn't done before. She was nervous, apprehensive but, simmering below the surface, was a frisson of apprehension and excitement. She recalled Belinda talking about being 'used' and realised that the idea was causing her excitement.
She swallowed, took a deep breath, and reached for the plain white knickers. Pulling them on she realised they were a size too small and showed every contour of her pussy and arse. Next the bra cupping her pert breasts, white to match her knickers. The white 'school' blouse - also a size too small - stretched provocatively across her tits when buttoned. Then the thigh length, self-supporting, stockings and the short grey skirt that only just covered the stocking tops. She bent forward and saw her arse covered by the white knickers quite clearly. She wiggled feeling better. This 'uniform' [she often wore something similar when they played] always made her feel sexy and went some way to calming her fluttering nerves. She sat then and set her hair into two pigtails - as Mike had required - and finally donned the 3 inch heeled, plain black, shoes. She looked again and smiled nervously; they made her arse stick out provocatively!
She left the rest room and walked through the deserted common office area towards Mike's private office. That had been completely changed as well and new furniture added a couple of weeks ago. The door to the office was closed and she stood outside for a while gathering her courage. Knowing she had no choice she took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and knocked on the door.
"Come!" she heard. Opening the door she stepped into the room waiting just inside, head hung low unable to meet his eyes. "Ah Sally!" made her look up then quickly down again but she did notice - he was wearing a dressing gown!
"Come here Sally and explain yourself!" She looked up puzzled. "Is this how you dress to visit your uncle?"
Confused, she tried to reply, "But . . . But, I didn't . . . "
"Ah Sally, dear Sally: my favourite niece. You are extremely naughty. I have heard some very interesting stories about the very naughty Sally that make me think I must take her in hand and mete out the appropriate punishment. What have you to say?"
