Doing My Masters Bidding Pt 03

THE STORY SO FAR

My name is Irene. I am 24 and single.

I am essentially a woman who just wants to fall in love and marry. But for a long weekend I am to be obedience to Paul Smythe. So far I have been fucked by a friend of Paul's and then Paul had tied my hands and used me as a submissive. I have made a porn video of myself in a shower and been used by lesbians at a party.

Unless I was Paul's submissive I wouldn't have done any of these. Now I am in the kitchen while the others have a meal. I had been naked as a pre-dinner entertainment. Paul then had allowed me to put on a tee shirt and gym shorts, but not my shoes.

I was about to be the prize in a charity raffle. Party goers were buying raffle tickets at £1,000 each. For that they might win my services until noon the next day.

THE STORY CONTINUES

As Paul had told me, someone came in to the kitchen to collect me. I stood in front of the elegantly dressed men and women dressed only in a tee shirt and gym shorts.

The announcer said "Last chance ladies and gentlemen to win this delectable lady until noon tomorrow."

I watched as about a dozen more £1,000 raffle tickets were sold. Then a man aged well over 60 said "I'll buy 10."

The announcer said "Well done Brian. I wish you win, but then again I wish that I win even more.'

The crowd laughed. The drum containing the raffle tickets was spun. I reached into it and drew ticket number 120. Neither Brian nor the announcer had won me.

I had been won by the oldest looking man in the room. I suspected he was nearly 80. His wife looked younger but must have been in her 70s.

The announcer said "Congratulations, Terry. And what are your plans to do with her?"

Terry shouted back "Get her body painted."

The announcer said "And we all know what she is going to be body painted as."

Everyone laughed.

LEAVING STRAIGHT AWAY

Terry got up. He was surprisingly sprightly for such an old person. I've seen younger people so frail that they have to use 2 walking sticks or those motorised buggies.

Terry and his wife came and collected me. Someone got my trainers from the kitchen and the 3 of us left.

Terry's wife, Julie, drove. I sat in the back with Terry.

She said "I like that you have a full bush. But Terry would like it 3 shades darker. I will do the honours."

Julie said "Then Mike, our live-in friend, will do the body paint. You aren't allergic to any make up are you?"

I replied "No."

Terry sang "I get no kick out of champagne, no alcohol thrills me at all but I get a kick out of you,"

Then he changed the lyrics to "as a tigress".

Julie laughed.

MEETING MIKE

When we got to their house a man was waiting for us. He helped Terry out of the car and took him upstairs.

Julie said "At his age my husband needs lots of rest. That man you saw is Mike. He helps us out in all sorts of ways.

My husband is physically fit but practically incapable of getting aroused. But if a woman is painted like a tigress he does get a semi-erection.

He can't sustain his erection despite using his blue tablets. If Terry does get a semi hard-on then please suck his cock.

He will try to face fuck you, but he's unlikely to orgasm."

Julie then spoke softly "He might cry. Don't worry. Those will be tears of happiness. If you have done your job well then he will have had a dry orgasm.

Let him luxuriate. Keep his flaccid cock in your mouth until he withdraws"

I wasn't sure that I could handle a man crying, but the rest was acceptable. It was now less than 24 hours into the experiment and I was going to be body painted, have my pubes darkened and suck a 80 year old man's penis.

WHY A TIGRESS

I said "I don't object to being body painted or having my pubic hair darkened. If I please you and your husband then I am being obedient to Paul, who is my master. It is my master's pleasure to allow others to use me."

I then asked "Why does Terry want me body painted as a tigress?"

Julie said "No one really knows. But I used to cater for his whim. I wore pyjamas that had a tiger on them.

He and I purchased season tickets to the zoo. He took a collapsible chair and would spend a full hour sitting and watching the tigers. He sat there even when it was pouring with rain.

His obsession grew worse. The tiger pyjamas still thrilled him, but not as much. He saw the kids having their face painted with different designs at the zoo.

He wanted me to have my face painted like I was a tigress. He badgered me about it. I felt it was too childish for a 22 year old woman. But eventually he wore me down. I agreed in principle. He wanted me to go round the zoo with my face painted like a tiger.

I refused to go round the zoo.

BECOMING A TIGRESSES

Julie continued "Now for the first stage. Terry likes a dark bush. You know like you see in those 60s porn films. Mike will watch me apply the pubic hair colourant.

He will then apply the body paint. He likes body painting naked women. It gives him plenty of opportunities to touch them all over."

Hopefully Terry will be ready by 10 tonight. If not we'll all just have to wait."

Mike came down. He was about 30 and looked very fit and sun tanned. He was now only wearing swimming trunks. They showed off his manly bulge.

Julie said "Mike likes showing off his 8 inch cock. When he's on the beach in his swimming trunks women and men stare when they think he's not looking."

Mike smiled.

Julie continued "Often Mike swims naked on our local beach, even though it isn't officially a nudist designated stretch of sand. I love seeing him climbing out of the water, smoothing his hair, and walking back up the beach toward his towel."

MORE ABOUT MIKE

Mike said "Julie makes me appear like a beach bum, which I am. But I am more than that. I am a registered Senior Care Worker. I have a National Vocational Qualification Level 3. I also have an additional qualification which allows me to administer and apply medical drugs. I'm almost as qualified as Nurses.

I used to work full time in a Care Home which specialised in dementia. I worked alongside the 2 full time nurses. I had 3 carers under me.

If the Care Home had to employ Agency nurses I felt as if I ran our unit. The Agency nurses don't know any of the residents or anything about our routines. Some are good but some Agency nurses are pathetic.

I now am on the Care Home's bank, which means they contact me if they need a carer for a short period, say if staff are on holiday or long term sick or pregnant. I don't have to accept their offer but, if I can, I do accept it."

Julie interrupted and said "Mike is mainly responsible for Terry's healthcare.

My husband and Mike's father, James, have known each other since they were at school. James discovered his wife had been unfaithful. Terry was his shoulder to cry on.

James wasn't the only man that Terry helped. A lot of men confided in him about their marital problems. Terry was almost like a Catholic priest taking confessions, except he used our backroom for their private chats.

I think he took on too many of their problems. He became distant and a bit weird.

About 10 years ago, Terry had a nervous breakdown. He has never been right since.

TERRY'S MENTAL HEALTH

Julie then said "Unfortunately my husband lives a life of delusions. Luckily his delusions aren't of the paranoid kind. He doesn't think that people are out to get him or that aliens want to abduct him or us.

Neither are his delusions of him being some reborn celebrity. He's not Elvis or Jesus or someone like that. And he doesn't see people who aren't there.

But he often believes that he is a man in his 30s and that Mike is his son. He will try to involve you in his delusion."

Mike said "Don't worry. He's not a danger to you or himself unless you challenge his delusions. In theory any challenge could lead to him becoming violent."

Julie said "Are you sure you want to take the risk?"

I replied "I am Peter's slave and he put me up to be raffled. You won me fairly and squarely. I am forewarned and therefore forearmed. Of course I am your slave until noon tomorrow."

To be continued.