VIRGINIA'S PETS part 5
by Harte
Virginia received the pics and video and quickly transferred them on to her pc. At last she had conclusive evidence of the pair's incestuous acts. As she had intended all along, they were no long her unpaid servants, they were her slaves. It was simply a matter of time before they realised it. The pet would be easy to break; she was almost there already. Her treatment however painful, her tasks however demeaning, she now accepted without protest. The boy would need more careful handling especially since he was the one who would earn the money owed.
On the Monday Jamie went off to college in his cock-cage and girlie panties; no chance that he would get up to any naughtiness dressed like that. Most of the time he could forget what he was wearing except when he needed a piss. Then he had to use a cubicle and sit like a girl else his piss splattered every where. In any case he couldn't risk one of his fellow students seeing his panties or, worse, his cock-cage. And of course, every time he went for a piss, every time he started an erection, he thought of Her.
Meanwhile Mandi's transformation continued. Each morning when she got to the big house she removed her blouse and skirt and pulled on her pissy panties which she was required to leave in her room when she left. Of course, they had begun to smell and Mandi was increasingly aware of it. She even asked if she could change them for a clean pair, but of course permission was refused. The only time she removed them was when she squatted over her potty to wee. And even that elemental task could only be performed if she had first obtained permission from her Mistress. It was on the Wednesday, as she rose from her potty and reached for her panties that her Mistress stopped her.
"Can't you even use a potty without making a mess, pet?."
Mandi stared with horror at the splattering of piss which had bounced off her arse-cheeks and spread a thin stream of droplets of piss onto the floor round her potty.
"I am so sorry Miss" she cried. "I don't know how that happened."
"Of course you don't, my pet. Clearly, it is too difficult for pet to use a potty. Next time you want a piss, I shall take you outside. It wont matter what mess you make then, will it?"
"No Miss."
**** It was two that afternoon and Mandi could no longer contain her need to piss. She hurried to her Mistress for permission.
"May pet do a wee wee?" she begged.
"Wee wee. What is that? Pets don't do wee wee do they, they piss. Ask again, and this time properly."
"Please Miss, may pet do piss?"
"Of course. But first you must be collared and leashed."
And that was how she was taken, naked, into the back yard and made to squat in the far corner, and piss like the bitch she was, before being conducted back inside on all fours to the tug of the dog-leash. After that every time pet needed a piss she was taken into the yard to squat and piss, and she had to use her stinking panties to dry herself. It felt even odder than pissing in the potty, but in surprisingly short time Mandi came to accept that that was how she should piss.
***** A week later Virginia interviewed the boy.
"So college has ended for the summer?"
"Yes Miss."
"And what will boy do over the next seven weeks?"
"Look for work, Miss."
"Well I might be able to find some part-time work for you. It is very well paid, but, of course, most will come to to me to help pay off the debt. Are you interested?"
Jamie was cautious enough to ask what the work would entail.
"Well, for a start, you will be released from your cock-cage. And you would like that wouldn't you." He nodded vigorously. "But it wont save you from a spanking."
"By you?"
"Don't be silly! Why should I pay to spank you? That would not clear the debt, would it?"
"No Miss" he replied, crest-fallen at his own stupidity. But if not her, then who?
"I am going to send you to a gentleman I know, a former school master. He is an expert in caning boys, so much so he will pay 50 pounds to exercise his skills."
"But I don't want to be caned by some dirty old man."
"What you want is irrelevant." And she showed him the pics and the video the lad and Mandi had made. "What do you think the courts would make of that?" she demanded. Jamie blinked, and hung his head. He did not need to say anything. "Quite. So just accept from now on I decide your holiday tasks and how you earn your keep."
**** Wednesday afternoon he reported to the big house. Miss Virginia was ensconced in her sitting room. To her right sat a grey-haired gentleman.
"This is the boy I told you about" she announced.
The man turned and gave Jamie a lecherous inspection, noting his well shaped buttocks and boyish complexion. He liked what he saw. "So boy, Miss Smythe tells me you require regular discipline. Is that so?" Jamie hung his head and mumbled his agreement. "If that is so then I shall pick you up at five from the Lodge. You will wear clean white briefs, polished black shoes, a well ironed shirt, white of course, and these." He handed the lad a pair of long grey socks, a pair of short grey-flannel trousers and a school tie. "Don't be late. I expect my boys to be on time."
Jamie was dismissed but not before Miss Virginia had removed his cock-cage and made him expose his smooth pubes to the appreciative eye of the old gentleman.
Virginia turned to her first customer. "I am sure you will agree the lad is well worth 50 pounds."
"Indeed Miss Smythe, indeed he is."
"You must return him a virgin, but otherwise you may use him as you wish, but no more than 24 strokes of the cane on this occasion. He needs breaking in. And I am sure, with your expert attention, he will soon learn his place."
**** Jamie felt faintly ridiculous as he waited in his school uniform for the mystery gentleman yet his cock, freed from its cage, seemed to have a life of its own and when the man turned up his stiffie was clear for all to see.
"You seem to think this is a pleasure trip, boy" said the man, pointing to the lad's burgeoning crutch. "Well, let me tell you, you will regret this boyish display once I have you over my desk with your buttocks bared and my cane across your bottom."
They rode in silence to his suburban home. The car was driven into the garage before Jamie was let out. No point in letting the neighbours see! He was led through the bachelor household into a small book-lined study.
"Right. Let us get the rules clear. You will refer to me as Sir at all times. You will answer all my questions truthfully and promptly. And when I order you to prepare yourself for correction, you will lower your short trousers and underpants and bend over that desk with your bum stuck out clearly so I can apply your punishment. After each stroke you will give the number of the stroke and then thank me for caning you. Is that clear, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. How often did you masturbate before Miss Smythe put you into your chastity device?"
"Two or three times a day, Sir?"
"In bed at night?"
"Yes Sir."
"And where else?"
"Looking at dirty pics on my pc Sir."
"Pictures of what?"
"Men and women having sex, Sir."
The man came closer and ran his hands over the boy's tight buttocks. "Never at men and boys?"
"No, Sir. I am not like that!"
"Not like what?"
"I am not gay, Sir."
"All the better. I shall enjoy proving you wrong. Now prepare for your first half dozen."
With beating heart Jamie dropped his trousers and briefs and bent over the desk. "Further back" the man commanded. "I don't want your boy-cock dribbling over my desk.." He eased further back thus exposing his arse even more.
The caning was slow and methodical. After each stroke he waited for the lad to thank him. Six straight lines now marked the boy's bum. The man took a pic with his camera for later enjoyment.
"Stand!"
The boy rose and instinctively reached behind him to rub his glowing buttocks.
"Leave your bum alone, boy, and go and stand in the corner. No leave your trousers and undies where they are. You will now do ten minutes corner-time, before the next six."
He stood there sore and vulnerable, half expecting the man to touch him. But he didn't. Not this time. He wanted the lad to reflect, to wonder how hard the next six would be. And they were even harder than the first six, causing Jamie to cry out involuntarily at each mind-bending kiss of the cane. When, on command, he rose this second time, he was shaking uncontrollably.
His next ten minutes of corner-time were spent in the same corner but this time facing out, his smooth pubes and dangling cock exposed to view.
The man stared, entranced by the lad before him. He rose from his desk-chair and came closer, his hand gently exploring the boy's smoothness. And to Jamie's consternation, his penis began to erect. "What is this?" the man mocked. "I thought you said you weren't gay."
"I am not" Jamie responded and reached down to push the promiscuous fingers off his cock, only to be slapped firmly across the face. "Keep your hands on your head, boy!" the man barked. Reluctantly Jamie obeyed, and for the next ten minutes he had stand there being touched and fingered by his punisher.
The next six strokes were more gentle, more like the first six than the second, and his fustigation left Jamie rampant. When he rose once more from the desk, his cock stood stiff and proud, the object of the man's pleasure who recorded this priapic display on his camera. Only after a lengthy photo-shoot was the lad sent once more to the corner.
It seemed an age that he stood there. It was. The man kept the boy waiting whilst he played an audio tape of the Jamie's first three canings. Jamie shivered as he heard his cries of pain and the whistle of the cane as it fell across his bared buttocks. And yet despite it all his cock remained stiff and unrequited. How he longed for release.
At last he was ordered to turn round and face his punishment master. "That looks a very eager cock you have there boy. Does that mean you want to come?"
"Yes, please Sir" the lad replied.
The man came closer and took the lad's cock in hand. "Do you want me to wank you off?"
"Yes. No. I don't know sir."
"Next time you will beg me to toss you off, but for the moment I will let you have your way. But there is a price to pay. You must toss yourself off in front of me as I cane you and I shall continue caning you until you come. Do you understand?" The lad nodded. "And" he went on, handing the lad a clean handkerchief, "you will come into this."
Jamie stood one hand clutching his cock the other the handkerchief and began to wank as the man caned his arse as hard as he could. The sooner he came the sooner the punishment would end. By the third stroke Jamie felt his juices rising and as he grasped his cock and rubbed it furiously the man hit him again and again. Pleasure and pain in equal measure flowed through his body and with a cry of relief Jamie shot load after load of spunk into the waiting handkerchief. He had been caned to orgasm – by a man!
**** When he was delivered back to the estate, he went straight to the big house, clutching the envelope the man had given him. As he walked into the back yard, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was his mother, stark naked save for a dog's collar, squatting on the earth-floor, pissing. Each looked at the other in surprise and shock. Mandi broke the silence. "I am too dirty to use the potty, so I have to piss here." And then she burst into tears but continued pissing; there was no way she could stop now she had started.
At that moment Miss Virginia emerged from the house. She took in the tableau at a glance. Turning to the boy she explained that pet was best pissing out doors. Mandi dried her tears and nodded her head. "Yes" she said, turning to Jamie "it is best for me. As Mistress says, I am just her pet."
Mandi finished her urinating and scampered on hands and knees back into the kitchen. Miss Virginia held out her hand and the boy gave her the envelope. She opened it in front of him and counted out 50 pounds (four tens and two five-pound notes.). "You have done well" she remarked and she handed him a fiver. "Here. Take this for pocket money. From now on you will get ten per cent of every fee you earn." her voice changed to a low murmur as she moved closer. "How many strokes did you receive?"
"Twenty-three or twenty-four, Miss. I lost count at the end."
"Come inside. I want to inspect your bottom."
Jamie stood in the kitchen. Once more his trousers and briefs were round his ankles; once more his bared bottom was exposed to view. Virginia ran a skilled hand along the red welts the cane had left. It would take at least a few days for the lad's bottom to recover.
Jamie shivered and once more his penis rose in silent adoration of his Mistress. She flicked at it with her nailed finger.
"And did he let you come, boy?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"How?"
"I had to wank off as he caned me Mistress."
"Did he touch you up?"
"Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
Jamie explained in detail all that had transpired. Virginia was delighted; the boy had performed well and the man had kept to his side of the bargain.
"Next time you may have to do more for him, my little lad. But I am sure you will get used to man-cock in time."
She turned to her pet. "Your lad has just earned 50 pounds serving an old gentleman. Like mother, like son, eh?" All Mandi could do was blush.
There was no way Virginia could restore Jamie to his cock-cage in his present condition. She made Mandi lie face-up on the tiled kitchen floor, and Jamie straddle her as he rubbed his penis to his second orgasm of the day. As Mandi rubbed the lads cum over her tits, Virginia restored Jamie to his cock-cage.
To be continued.
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