Mistress Diabolique emerged from her basement "games room" with a slightly panting 18-year-old nephew. His ardour was well displayed by the bulge in his shiny posing pouch, his eyes were alive with lust, his body trembling in anticipation.
Outside, the pair were met by Tammy, wearing her sexy, shiny black lingerie and another big smile. "See, what did I tell you, he loves it in there," she laughed. "By the way, the vicar is in the holding cell and judging by his blue balls he hasn't come for a week."
Mistress D smiled at her assistant. "I'll deal to him in a solo session today, darling, I have a task for you," she said.
Tammy looked expectantly at Caleb. "Involving this young beauty, I trust, D?" she asked.
"Certainly," smiled the 40-year-old, superbly-equipped domina. "The vicar's the last of our customers today, correct?"
Tammy nodded.
"Good, then take this young stud upstairs and get the body hair off him – not his head, of course," said Mistress D. "He's going to get his first introduction to erotic B&D later this afternoon."
"Come along, Caleb," smiled Tammy, holding a hand out to her employer's nephew, "let's get you ready to learn that there's more to life than playing cribbage with a domina in her lingerie."
As Mistress Diabolique went to the "holding cell" – in reality merely a waiting room off the torture chamber - a still stiff-pricked Caleb followed by bouncing-black beauty upstairs.
For his once-a-week, one-hour session, the vicar was worked over well by Mistress Diabolique, who spanked him soundly, made him perform body worship, undergo a mild flogging in the frame, before being doused liberally with her strong-smelling urine.
But although she was far too professional a domina to stint on his needs, she could not help but allow her mind to wander to what Tammy would be doing upstairs with the young nephew.
Caleb, she knew, would have been told to strip naked and lie on a massage table in an upstairs bedroom – possibly one of the three guest rooms.
Then, Tammy would have removed every trace of hair from his armpits, chest, thighs and calves, before concentrating on his no doubt still erect seven-inch penis, until his thick shaft shone free of pubic hair, his pubic mound hairless, his heavy ball sac also relieved of its hair.
With Caleb on his belly next, the black beauty would have removed all traces of body hair from his back and around his anal region.
She would then have watched his athletic, well-muscled body as he took a slow, warm shower. Then she would have towelled him before oiling him until he shone like a new pin.
Mistress D couldn't help but murmur in anticipation as the vicar eagerly lapped at her minge after being drenched in her strong stream of urine, she even managed to give him a short spurt of a drink, which he greedily sucked down.
She patted him on his bald head as he worshipped her there, no doubt finding her more moist than usual, thanks to her musings about the fun to come with young Caleb.
Finally, she ushered the clerical-collared man of the cloth from her front door, then walked to her bedroom, stripped naked, pulled on a black PVC quarter-cup bra, a pair of matching PVC crotchless panties and a gleaming black pair of Christian Louboutin shoes for her feet. Then she entered the room from where she heard groans of "Yes, yes, yes!" coming.
As she expected, Caleb was the person making the groaning, moaning cries of pleasure. He was standing stark naked in the middle of the room, his hands clasped behind his neck, while Tammy stroked his well-oiled erection.
Mistress D stood calmly watching the scene of the boy's masturbation, as Caleb looked hungrily at her magnificent, erotically-clad body, her breasts erect and throbbing, her pussy broad-lipped and glistening with arousal.
For her part, Mistress D fully appreciated the depilation Tammy had inflicted on her nephew. His entire body gleamed with an oily sheen, but it was his cock that entranced her.
Fully-fleshed, she remembered what one mature, older dominatrix had told her about slaves who were not circumsized. "Give me a full head of flesh any day, darling," she had been told, "because with one of those beauties there's far more ways to inflict pain and pleasure."
And Mistress D watched as Tammy's digital dexterity pulled the lad's foreskin back, half-way to his ring, exposing his pre-cum dripping penile head, then covering it as she slid her hand back up the shaft, then down again to expose his pink flesh once more.
She smiled as Caleb grunted and groaned in pleasure. "There, my darling, isn't it lovely to be shaved down there?" she asked, as Tammy pressed her lingerie-clad body against the boy's glistening torso.
"Yes, Aunt Debbie," the teenager grunted, "it's so smooth, so – oh, what's the word?"
"Tactile?" suggested his aunt, moving to the other side of his body and nodding to Tammy to indicate that she would now continue his stroking.
Whispering in his ear, Mistress D said to the stiff-pricked young man who was fast becoming her sex slave: "Now, darling, tell me about your girl friend? Name, body type, fetishes. Preferred fuck position, you know what I want to hear."
Caleb gulped, he had obviously never spoken of his girl like that, Mistress D realised. Good, it would enable the boy to learn to express himself.
"Aged 18, named Lucy," he grunted, as Mistress D's palm rubbed against his cock head, smearing pre-cum over it before presenting it to his face for licking.
"She's short, but with big breasts – 38s, aunty – and an unshaven pussy, not like yours. We do it in the missionary position, she's on the pill but won't let me come inside her. I can kiss her breasts and buttocks, but her pussy's a no-no."
"What is she?" asked Tammy, "a fuckin' nun?"
Caleb gulped again, as his aunt continued with her handiwork. "She's rather straight," he confessed.
"Do you love Lucy?" asked Mistress D, licking his ear lobe, then nibbling on his neck.
