Forward

Dick Henderson was inducted into the United States Marine Corps in June 1996.  The date was three days after his high school graduation ceremony in Durango, Colorado. His induction was not much more than two months beyond his 17^th birthday.  He’d had football scholarship offers from a couple of AA colleges. His dad would have probably helped him go to college, but Dick was hurt and angry with his dad and didn’t want to take his money.  His father was an alcoholic and much of Dick’s high school years had been a war with his dad. 

Dick was large, 6-3, 185 pounds and he’d been flattered when people told him that he was the best middle linebacker his high school had ever produced. But it hadn’t taken Dick but a few minutes after he’d first heard the compliment to remember that his school had opened only two years before he’d started there.  Dick Henderson was strong and fast but not big-school foot material. Dick was also clever and smart.  When he failed to even make the alternate team of Colorado all-stars, he knew the football phase of his life was over.

He would not have enlisted in the Marine Corps if it were not for Dick’s mother. Laurie Henderson protected her daughter from the drunken father. Dick Henderson cared for many things but he only love two… his mom and his little sister, Janet. He would have never left Durango if him mom hadn’t been there for Janet.  

Dick was a good student and he liked understanding how the world worked.  He’d had good history and government teachers and he’d developed an interest in history. But his goal was law enforcement. Dick Henderson wanted to be a cop. He was too young for municipal police forces and the Marine recruiter had convinced Dick that his Marine experience would be valuable in a law enforcement career and his service would look good on a job application. Dick figured that would give him a leg up when he joined the Denver PD.  Dick never wanted to go back to Durango except to visit his mom and sister.  Durango was a great place to live, but the police force there didn’t have enough to offer an ambitious guy. And Dick didn’t want to be anywhere near the old man.  Colorado is big and the distance from Durango to Denver is over 300 miles.  Dick thought that was just about right.

Dick Henderson also decided that during this time of change in his life it was time for another change too.  At Pendleton, the men who weren’t screaming at him and calling him ‘asshole,’ called him Richard.

Richard Henderson was honorably discharged from the Marine Corps in June of 1999 and just in time to enter the Denver Police Academy, training class 99-03.  Richard had even less reason to return to Durango. His mother had died of cancer the year before.

Richard enjoyed the first week of the police academy. He was in superb condition right out of the Corps and the first week was practically all PT.  He ate it up…. he was a jock anyway.

Nine days later Richard’s dad raped his daughter. Janet Henderson, Richard’s little sister, was 13 and ½ years old when she woke at 1AM with her father on top of her.

Janet called her brother at 8 o’clock the next morning as soon as her dad left for work. “I’m in trouble Dick, can you come?”  Five hours later and fifteen minutes after he got there and Janet had cried herself out. Then she told her brother what had happened.

Fifteen minutes later Richard walked into his father’s office.  Terrance Henderson was sales manager at a prosperous new car dealership.  Richard walked into his dad’s office, closed the blinds, effortlessly tossed his dad into a corner and held him up with a hand squeezing his throat. When he walked out three minutes later Terrance Henderson was convinced that if he touched his daughter again, he would die. Richard had promised.  Three days later he was dead.

At 1AM the following Monday, Terrance Henderson took a newly filled 30-day prescription of Valium on top of a liter of vodka. Janet found him the next morning and called Richard. 

The court was happy to award custody of the minor child Janet Henderson, aged 13, to her older brother, even though he was a few months shy of the usual custodial age of 21. The judge followed the recommendations of the case officer assigned by the Colorado Department of Human Resources. She had told the judge that Richard Henderson had successfully completed a three-year tour in the United States Marine Corps; that he was in training to start a career with the Denver Police Department, and that he had no criminal record whatsoever.  Janet told the judge that if he tried to send her anywhere else but to Richard that she would run away and go to him anyway. The judge wondered for a minute if the tall young man standing in front of him in a blue police uniform might have been the model for the Marine recruiting poster down at the Post Office. “So be it. Next case.”       

Janet completed high school in Denver four years later.  She lived with Richard in a tiny two bedroom apartment. Richard had taken the apartment because it was in walking distance of Janet’s school.  Just before Janet’s 16^th birthday she had consensual intercourse with a senior boy from her high school.  The next week the boy had a new girlfriend and was too ashamed to speak to Janet again.  Janet never had a real date in high school.

Richard had a special gift for getting people to talk. It helped him in his police job and he’d gotten close to his sister and ward.  Richard got Janet to go to a therapist over her protests that they couldn’t afford it.  They didn’t eat out much during the six weeks Janet sew her therapist very week.  The therapy got her over some the trauma but Janet had a fearful and cautious attitude toward men.  She didn’t want to be around men she couldn’t control and she had vivid dreams of punishing men, physically. The only man she loved and trusted was her brother. 

It seemed to take forever to finish the probate of Terrance Henderson’s estate, but finally Richard received a check in the spring of 2003 just before Janet graduated from high school.  The estate to be divided evenly between the surviving children. Janet’s portion was placed into an educational trust fund managed by Richard until Janet was 21.    

Richard’s half was enough to buy a modest 3 bedroom two and a half bath house in a safe Denver neighborhood.  Janet was every bit as bright as her brother and she got decent grades at the University. But she didn’t much like college and didn’t much like her business courses. To her brother’s irritation she mostly took half normal course loads. And she took the summers off. She told Richard the summers were too nice in Colorado to go to school.

Richard thought Janet unhappy and perhaps borderline depressed. She didn’t date much and wasn’t sleeping with anyone. “She’s was drifting,” he thought. 

Richard had finally gotten his degree from a local community college.  He took night classes and it had taken him seven years for the degree in Criminal Justice.

Janet was 17 years old and two years out of high school when Richard came home at 3am one Sunday morning.  

“What are you doing up at this hour?” he asked.

“Waiting for you.”

“Why?”

“I want to know where you’ve been.”

“On a date, silly.”

“Really? What kind of date?”

“What the hell kind of question is that, Janet?”

“Let’s go out on the patio.”

“I wish you would quit smoking Janet. I don’t know why you ever started.”

“Come on Richard, we’re going to talk.”

“Richard, we’re an honest pair aren’t we?”

“I haven’t lied to you Janet since I was a child. And that’s our deal, we don’t lie. Not to each other.”

“It is our deal brother and it’s a good deal.  So here is a question. Do you not pursue a relationship with a woman because of me? Because you think you need to stay here for me?  Or are you gay? I don’t think you’re gay but I wouldn’t care if you were. Nothing you could do could ever make me stop loving you Richard.”

“Uh let’s me see Janet. ‘No,’ ‘no,’ and ‘no.’ None of the above. The right woman just hasn’t come along.  And I’m not sure I’m the marrying type.  But as the old Smothers Brothers line goes “I might fool around a little.”    

“Yea, that’s all you do is fool around. You’re 27 and never had a serious relationship.”

“Well you’re 22 and not ever fooling around. The right woman just hasn’t….” he got cut off.

“Where did you go tonight Richard?”

“That’s personal Janet. We can be honest and still reserve a little personal space.”

“Bullshit Richard, that’s just 99 percent pure bullshit.  Will it make it any easier if I tell you I already know…? Maybe not specifically where but I know the ‘what.’  I went to put away your laundry and thought I’d put some clean socks in your gym bag for you.  I wasn’t snooping but I saw inside your ‘other’ gym bag.”

Richard was trying to compose a reply when Janet asked him, “Are you top or bottom?”   

“Uh, I’m top. And how the hell….?”

“Richard, its two thousand and five for Christ sake! There’s the internet, and Madonna and Janet Jackson’s wardrobe failure for Christ sake. Did you, by the way see that picture on the net? Was that not the hottest corset?!   Hell Richard S&M is trendy!” She was on a roll, “Richard we’ve always been honest and we’re real close but we could choose to be open and be even closer.  If you want to go settle down and have kids you have my blessing. But for now, I’m going to be open with you because you’re my brother and best friend.  Richard, it has occurred to you that your sister has sexual needs and masturbates, right?”

“Janet, that’s not something I spend much time thinking about, honestly.”  He was laughing. 

Janet laughed too. “Well you go out most Saturdays in black clothes and sometimes your leather jeans, which by-the-by you look so perfectly fine in my brother… and you have a bag of whips and gags and paddles and some other, by-the-fucking-by,” Janet couldn’t keep from laughing, “very fucking interesting fucking toys… and which I never finished my disclosure of what baby sister gets off to at night is S&M pictures and movies!  So why don’t you just welcome me into the goddamned club Richard and be honest with me.  I think it’s just fine and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share my perverted fantasies than you. Maybe you can help me from making mistakes.”

“Well Jesus! Janet!”

“So did you beat the crap out of some woman tonight and fuck her brains out?”

“Sure did.”

“Good for you, Richard.” Janet had said it matter-of-factly as if agreeing that the weather was nice. “I’m going to make coffee and when I get back you can talk for a while.”  She bent down and gave her ‘strong-but-silent-type’ brother a chaste kiss on the cheek.   

Chapter 1

      Five years after Richard and Janet had had their first talk about kinky and alternative forms of sexual expression, they were relaxing at home on cool Friday night in late March.  They were still in the small house bought with the inheritance money.  The three bedroom ranch had a full basement which Richard had finished out himself, but was not really furnished.  The large basement room was hardly filled at all. It held a double bed, a comfortable second hand sofa, and there were three rather crudely build pieces of furniture designed to incapacitate a person in various bondage positions. There were several hooks in the rafters and a 1300-hundred-pound electrical hoist equipped with remote control.  Sometimes Janet sat in a dark corner and touched herself while Richard punished one of his sluts. Janet was not into women, but she did enjoy seeing humiliation and pain.  Janet thought it would have been far more exciting if the subject hung from his ankles by the hoist was a man.  Richard wasn’t into men, mostly.   

      Richard was drinking beer and Janet was enjoying a glass of red wine with a joint of good marijuana.  “I wish you’d take that outside, Janet. You could get me fired.”  “She grinned her little girl grin at him and said, “Fuck you. We have great privacy here and never have drop-in visitors. Hell you could be a serial killer here and never get found out.”  They were imbibing more than usual.  And even without the alcohol, they were now always very close and almost entirely honest together. 

      “Richard, I’ve been dreaming of controlling a man the way you deal with women. Dreaming for a long time. I’m tired of dreaming and tired of masturbating myself.”

      “I can make one of ‘the sluts’ lick you off darlin’.”

      “Again Richard, fuck you.  That doesn’t work for me. Sexually what turns me on is forcing a man to service me while I give him pain. You, of all people Richard, should understand that.”

      “Yea, I do,” Richard replied.

      “And if I could capture a man, control him, we could make him service you too.  I think you’ve denied yourself that pleasure for too long too.” Richard had a fascination Janet knew for attractive submissive cross-dressers.

      “You could always try recruiting another boy, man.”

      “All I find is wanna-be ‘submissives’? Even the masochists want to tell me when to stop.  And the little mother fuckers expect me to suck them off. Fuck that.  And Carol told me this week the word is out in the scene that I’m “dangerous,” and “mean,” that I don’t respect their limits… that I don’t play ‘consensually.’  Fuck consensual. My central fantasy centers on really forcing a man, controlling him against his will and breaking his will until he begs me to be his slave.”

      “Well shit Janet I know all that and we’ve talked about this before.  I would just about do anything to help you be happy and contented, but I’m not participating in a kidnapping. That’s too dangerous. Do you know what happens to a cop in prison? And kidnapping isn’t me, or you really. Or is it?”

      “No Richard, and I didn’t say anything about a kidnapping. I want to control a guy walking around, publically living a life, but knowing he does only what I allow. At my beck and call.  And I want a guy with money, to support me. College sucks and working 9 to 5 sucks. You understand, Richard?”

      “You’re talking blackmail?”

      “Yep. Blackmail.”

      “Well Janet that’s a felony too.”

      “Yes but Richard, how many smart guys get put away?”

      “All of them, if they keep going.”

“I don’t envision doing this every month. I don’t want a stable.” She smiled at her brother, “And we’d get a slave girl for you too. Have a little ‘family.’     

      “You sound like a woman with a plan?”

“I do, Good one I think…”

Twenty minutes later Janet said, “If I can’t bring him around in two or three months, then we give the money back and say we’ve delivered a life lesson about humility.  No money, no blackmail. We keep the evidence, so there’s no blow-back.”

Janet had picked up a good bit of cop language from Richard.  He’d been on the force close to eight years and he’d passed the examination for promotion to detective over a year ago. Budgets were tight at the City and promotions were slower than normal.

“Let me think about it.”

It took another month for Janet to bring him around.  In the end, Richard had calculated the risks were fairly low. He loved Janet more than anything.  And he’d gotten frankly enthusiastic about the concept, especially if they could put a submissive woman in the mix.    

Chapter 2

      Richard and Janet had been programmed by Darwin’s natural selection not to be sexually attracted to each other.  And they were both dominant. Janet wanted a slender young man, younger than her, to dominate and feminize and control.  She wanted her submissive to serve them both sexually. Richard had no had a bisexual experience but he’d fantasized about dominating and being serviced by a feminized submissive man. And he knew Janet could enrapture most men. She certainly had the body…. she was a firm size eight, 5-9, 36-22-40 with thick luxurious dark wavy hair.  She liked to dress provocatively and humiliate any guy who she caught staring at her ass in skin tight jeans or short shorts and 5-inch platform sandals. 

They were determined to move cautiously and slowly in the first phase of the plan.  Janet had started becoming outgoing and friendly with the fraternity boys on campus, but only those from the high-end snobby frats full of spoiled rich guys.  She went to a few parties at different houses and the word spread quickly that she was good for an excellent hand job (true), and the rare exceptional fuck (not true).  The word went around, “She packs a jar of lube and a hand towel. She comes prepared!”  Janet got her dates to drink too much and then she maneuvered them into complaining about the boys that were too rich and too arrogant.  It only took her three weeks to select her victim. 

      Rene Lambert was sophomore finance major who’d lived his high school years in France.  Using public information from the internet Janet and Richard had learned that Lambert’s mother had had dual French/American citizenship and his father was an heir to an old Colorado mining empire.  From what they could tell from their research, the parents had lived the life of the idle rich in Paris until his mother died of cancer and his father died a year later from a stroke.  Rene was 18 when his father died so there was almost certainly a trust fund. It was a simple matter for Janet to learn from Rene’s fraternity brothers that he received a monthly a check that even his well-to-do buddies found impressive.  A friend of Rene’s had told Janet that Rene wanted to go to the Colorado School of Mining to learn the family business. But first he wanted a business degree.  It appeared that Rene was not loved but his fraternity brothers because he was spoiled and arrogant, but they certainly tolerated him because they liked his money.  Rene lived in an up-scale off campus apartment because the fraternity house rooms, were too small and ‘common.’ One of the girls at a party who thought Rene was ‘stuck-up’ told Janet that Rene thought his French accent made him hot shit, but she said “he does get laid, a lot…. Some women fall for his looks…. and his Corvette.” 

      Janet got all these details at a house party on her second date with Rene’s fraternity brother, Tim Jamerson. Janet was so delighted with the intelligence that she let Tim think he was close to persuading her to sleep with him. She even allowed him to go down on her and get her off, before she gave him a slow and careful hand job. Tim passed out in his room from pleasure and too much alcohol.

Janet spent another hour in the main party room chatting with the girls and sending Rene signals across the room he couldn’t miss, even in his intoxicated condition.  She walked out confident that Rene would soon come calling.  

      Janet handled Rene coolly on the first date… feigning being impressed with his car and European style.  She said ‘no’ when he invited himself in at the end of the evening, saying that her brother was at home. But in the car she kissed him passionately and let him grope her tits.  When Rene went for the belt of her jeans, she gave out a moan that said ‘yes,’ but then told him, “maybe next time.”  She told him to recline his driver’s seat, then she took out some lubricating cream and gave him a splendid hand job that she make last until Rene was begging.  She’d really enjoyed the begging part.  And the control of having his cock in her hand. She thought it was oversized for such a skinny guy. “He probably weighs about 140. He’d make a pretty girl.”  Fifteen minutes later she pursued that line of thinking as she was masturbating.

Rene said he’d call soon. He didn’t disappoint.

Chapter 3

      “Are you ready big brother?”  Janet asked?   She was wearing a red tartan mini-skirt, a fitted off-white blouse, thigh high stockings, and strappy platform sandals with 5-inch stacked heels.  She had on a bit too much make-up and her hair was teased out a bit too far.

        “You are one sexy tart, wow! And yes, I’m ready. We’ve walked through this a dozen times.  And my part is to be bad-ass cop and protective big brother. So I’m just being me.  Be calm baby sister.”

      “Oh, I am amazingly calm. Since I found out about the morals clause in Rene’s trust fund, calm has been my middle name.”  They both broke down in a fit of laughter. 

      When Rene hadn’t called her back after a few days from their date, Janet called and arranged another date with Tim Jamerson.  “You pay for dinner and I’ll pay for the booze.”  “Deal,” Tim agreed.   Janet took their waitress aside soon after they arrived for a girl-to-girl talk.  Spinning some bullshit, Janet got the waitress to agree to bring Tim doubles, and to order Janet’s drinks half strength.  “Don’t worry, I’ll drive him home.”  The folded twenty did the trick. 

      After three margaritas, Tim was drunk and she started feeding him food and touching his arms and thighs to keep him eager to please.  Janet looked right into Tim’s eyes, “Did you know I went out with Rene?  I can’t say you didn’t warn me Tim.  Jesus!  And you said he gets laid a lot?”     

      “French faggot gets one or two pieces of strange every week.  He’s campus king of pussy!” 

      “Shit Tim, keep you voice down.”  Janet got the waitress’s attention and gave her the cut-off sign.  She had guessed wrong and Tim was too drunk.  She fed him some cheese dip and nachos.

      “You called him a ‘French faggot’ Tim. Is Rene bisexual or something?”

      “Hell no. He couldn’t afford to be. Morals clause.”

      “What!?”

      “Morals clause,” Tim mumbled with a mouthful of burrito.

      “Did you say ‘morals clause’?”

      “Yea,” Tim took a swig of water.  “He complains about it all the time.  His precious trust fund.  He won’t say what he gets every month, but it’s a bunch.  You’ve seen the Vet’ convertible? He also has a 5-series BMW for bad weather.”

      “But what’s this morals clause stuff?” Janet was getting impatient but Tim was too drunk to notice.

      “Rene was whining to me about it.  His folks were religious or something and there’s a part of the trust that says he can loose control of a bug part of his inheritance if he doesn’t maintain ‘high moral standards.’  Most of the family stock would forfeit to some uncle. What would those French pussy-lickers know about morals? Ooops, sorry Janet.”

      “Watch your mouth, asshole. And keep your voice down. You’re embarrassing me. You want me to just go, Tim?”

      “Please don’t go…. I’m sorry.” He spoke quietly as he went on with his story. 

      “Rene says its bullshit because it contains  no legal definition of ‘high moral standards.’ He says, being French and all, he can probably fuck all he wants to so long as he stays away from married women and anything that’s weird, or too kinky.   The morals clause stays until he’s 21 years old.  Rene and I got drunk and stoned one night and he bitched and moaned about it.  The guy running the trust, the ‘Executor’ I guess, is some old hard-ass catholic prude, for a Frenchman, anyway.  Worse, Rene’s afraid he might try to screw Rene out of the cash if he got any leverage.”

      Janet reached her hand under the table, found Tim’s cock and gave it a long gentle squeeze, “Let’s get out of here Tim.”         

Chapter 4

      Blackmail had been the plan all along, but the ‘morals clause’ was heaven sent. Richard’s enthusiasm now matched Janet’s. This guy would cook himself and they’d found huge leverage.  They could take a chuck of cash to make the play look real and the morals hook was so strong that Janet could have her way on the guy and see if her fantasy would work.  Richard doubted it would, but he would try for her.

Richard had tailed Rene and he was a down-right pretty boy. Janet’s plan for humiliation included turning her subject into a sissy-maid, and Richard had gotten off a few times thinking about having his dick serviced by a passable sissy in French maid’s dress and high heels.  Richard thought “Who better for a French maid’s dress than a Frenchman.”   

They took their time setting up the sting as they had in the selection. “Thank god for all that Homeland Security money the City got for surveillance equipment.” Richard told his sister. They’d need it for the finale. And they played a smaller one first.

Richard had turned a good-looking 30-year old woman into a snitch for him.  He had the woman on the hook for some minor drug dealing but had scared the crap out of her.  She was married to a vice president of the biggest bank in Boulder and was both respectable and sexy.  And very married.  He turned the screws on Suzie-the-homemaker to get her to say “sure,” and then he got some amazing film.  Suzie had seduced Rene and she’d turned him inside out. She even pissed on his cock, which he seemed to enjoy. She knew a lot of tricks for the co-chair of the Denver County Republican party. After that Richard told Suzie she’d be off the hook after she gave him nice blow job.  Two seconds later Suzie was on her knees and ten minutes later Richard gave her a goodbye kiss. 

Janet’s original plan would be the stake through the heart.

      “I live with my brother, but he’s working the 11 to 7 shift if you want to come over to my place.” Janet told Rene.  He’d been eyeing her hungrily over dinner.  

      “He’s the cop, right?” 

      “Yes.  Very protective. Very violent. Better behave yourself Rene.” She gave him her best smile. 

      They had three fixed high-resolution movie cameras installed in the living room.  Richard was watching from a laptop computer in the kitchen. He’d be coming in from Rene’s blind side.  

      Janet told Rene to lie back on the big sofa and close his eyes.  She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and played with his chest and nipples until Rene was moaning and a big bulge spoiled the look of his $300 slacks.

      She told him, “You in a hurry darlin’? Just relax.” 

      She released his cock, thinking “I was right the first time, not bad at all for a skinny guy.”  She gently stoked him … two minutes, he was ready.

      Right into Rene’s ear she whispered, “I like it a little rough. Slap me in the face and force my head onto your big hard cock.”

      Rene obliged happily and slapped her, too hard, on both cheeks.  Janet had to fight the urge to rip his balls off.  Rene grabbed Janet’s hair and forced her head between his legs, “get on that big pick, slut.” 

      Rene jerked up Janet’s head and kissed her roughly.  She looked him right in the eye, smiled and whispered, “Rip off my blouse!”  She held her face close to his and one of the cameras was positioned to hide this communication from recording. 

      As the buttons flew across the  room, Rene threw Janet to the floor, ripped down her panties and held both ankles high as he slapped her in the face again.  “This is what you’ve been asking for!”  Now spreading her legs up and wide, he moved his cock into position and prepared to plunge. Then the lights went out. 

      Richard had a leaded sap that he’d used to the side of René’s head. 

      “You OK Janet?”

      “Never better.”

      “Close your eyes”

      Richard turned Janet’s face to his left with his left hand and used a straight right to hit her in her left cheek.  Janet went straight down.      

      “Wake up honey. Are you alright Janet?”

      “Yea, I’m ok… I guess. You mother-fucker. What the fuck was that?!”

      “I knew we couldn’t rehearse that. Too scary. But it’s perfect.  You’ll have a good bruise for the pictures, but it’ll be gone in two days.  Now hurry up.  Use you finger nails to scratch his face…. we want some skin under your nails.”

      Janet enjoyed that part.  And it served to wake up Rene.

      He started to sit up but realized his hands were cuffed behind his back.  Then an open hand slapped him hard in the face and Janet screamed, “He raped me Rickard!” She lunged for Rene again but Richard dragged her back and put her on the sofa. 

      Using his police voice he said, “Calm down. This is all over and I’m a cop and I’ll handle this.   This motherfucker will wish I’d killed before they get through with him at Colorado State.”  Rene saw a man in a police uniform stand over him as he forced him down to the floor with a very large black shoe.  The shoe was on Rene’s neck when Richard growled “State is the Colorado State Penitentiary you cocksucker.  Twenty years, mandatory aggravated rape.”  Richard stepped back and pulled a microphone off his shoulder and rattled off a bunch of meaningless police numbers and his address.  Turning his back to Rene, he hit the send button for the text message he’d composed several minutes before on his cell phone.  “ten minutes” was all it said.  Richard’s police radio call went nowhere.  His radio had been off since he came off duty at 3PM.

      Richard’s best buddy in the Department was Jim Matthews in Denver CSI.  Rich and Janet had convinced Jim and his wife Loretta to play along with what was described to them as a fraternity prank.  “Rich frat boys doing a hazing on some other rich ass-hole.  We’re staging a fake rape… nobody gets hurt… and they’re giving me $500 that’s half yours if you help.  Thirty minutes work for 250, not bad, huh?” 

      Jim and Loretta Matthews just scraped by on Jim’s fifty-five thousand dollar salary, and they both resented rich a-holes. They were in the scheme immediately when they were assured that nobody would get hurt.

      “I’ll sap him a little and he’ll have a headache, but he’ll be fine. Scared shitless for a couple of days, but fine.  I’ll sap him before he penetrates, but Janet and I will both say he did. Jim, you are the CSI guy, of course, and Loretta can wear that dynamite black pant suit and boots and play the investigating detective. Be sure to tell him you’re from Major Crimes, Loretta.”

      “Can I kick him in the balls?” Loretta asked with a big smile.

      “Well, just a little would be realistic, I guess…. Long as you don’t hurt him much.”  They laughed a while. 

      Janet looked over at Loretta.  Maybe she should get to know Loretta better.

      Rene’s balls hurt. The CSI dude had had to take her into a corner and give her a talking to after she kicked him in the nuts with her boot.  They were completely non-pulsed with his angry threats to sue.  The black-suit Gestapo bitch got right in his face, “We’ve got two witnesses, we’re got blood and fiber and bruises, we’ve got your skin under her finger nails, we’ve got penetration evidence and your cum on her thighs, DNA asshole.”  She turned to Janet, “and you kicked him in the balls to try to stop him, right honey?”  Janet just nodded her head up and down. She’d even managed to work up a tear.               

      “Officer Henderson,” Loretta said to Richard, “can you take him down and book him, start the paper?  I just got paged to a call across town. I’m up to my ass tonight.  And you’re the arresting officer, anyway.”

      “My pleasure, detective.  Put in a good word for me with your Captain.  I have hopes of being in Major Crimes in a year or two.”        

      “Will do.”  Loretta went over and gave Janet a hug. A real hug. Richard had gone too far and beat the fuck out of his own sister, for what, $250?  “He is a bit nuts,” she thought.

      After the Matthews departed Richard went to the couch and comforted his ‘traumatized’ sister.  Later, he laughed his ass off when Jan told him she’d had a little orgasm when Loretta had smashed the Lambert in the crotch.   This part was planned, giving him time before things got more ‘official’ to offer up apologies and payoff.

      Rene knew better than to plead innocence and say Janet had asked for it. That version had already earned him a swift kick in the nuts.  And even Rene knew that “she asked for it,” was the defense of every rapist.  But money had always gotten him out of every scrape, and maybe these two still had control of the situation. After he was booked, all bets were off.

      “Please. Listen Janet, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I am really, really sorry if I upset you…” Rene whined.

      “Upset me? Upset me!!!? You fuckin’ raped me!”

      “Don’t worry honey.  The hard-asses in State will make him into their toy on day one.   He’ll spend his 20 standing up and sleeping on his stomach. That and spitting out cum.”  Richard had used that line many times.

      “Look please don’t file the charges….. That’s your choice right?” Rene was talking fast now… time was running out. “I can pay, will $5,000 dollars make it right?”

      Janet looked at her brother.  Speaking so softly Rene almost missed it, “He’s rich, Richard.”

      “Each. $5,000 each.”

      “Richard, he’s very rich.”

      Richard walked over to Rene, still lying on the floor.  Richard pulled out Rene’s belt and took a tight turn around his ankles, then buckled the belt through the cuffs, in a very effective, very tight hog-tie.  “We’ll be back.”

      In the kitchen they quietly agreed they had him. Had him cold.  They had the bribe offer on film too.  They drank coffee for 5 minutes before coming back.  Richard removed the belt and jerked Rene into a sitting position on the floor.  Then he sat down next to Janet. A show of solidarity and agreement.  Janet took over. Richard was a tough, strong-ass cop, but she was the stronger and smarter of the two. And they both knew it.

      She looked Rene in the eye, “Fifty thousand dollars, tomorrow, in cash.”

      Rene answered immediately, “Done. By noon tomorrow.”  

      Slowly, with acid in her voice, “Shut… your… fucking… mouth! I’m not finished.”

      The color drained from Rene’s face.  But he stayed quiet.

      “And the five-Beamer. For me. … Well?”

      “OK… alright… it’s a deal.”  Shit, the Beamer was new. 

      “OK, Rene, we’re getting somewhere now.” For the first time she spoke to him almost kindly.  “Fifty grand more in 60 days.” 

      “I don’t have it. Not in 60 days,” Rene pleaded. 

      Janet’s voice grew vicious again, “Understand this Rene… 20 years, State Pen, you get raped daily, your money won’t help.  Fifty now, fifty more in 60 days.  Sell the Vet. You can take taxis for a month. Agreed?” 

“Yes, ok Janet. Can you take these cuffs off now? They’re killing me.”  He spoke to Richard.

“Shut the fuck up asshole.”

“I said two things dick-weed,” Janet speaking now, “One more and you’re home free.”

“What!?”

Janet looked over to her brother in his dark blue cop uniform.  “Suck him off. Now. Take his cock in your mouth and suck him as long as it takes to make him cum.”

“WHAT!!!?”

Janet stood, walked to Rene and slapped him in the face. It hurt her hand.  She knocked Rene onto his side. Janet stepped around and kicked him hard, directing the tip of her shoe at his ass-hole. “Oh, does that hurt? Get used to it.  You Rene…prison fuck-toy… 20 years… hard time. Got it?”

“Can you take off the handcuffs? Pleaseee?”

“Oh, yeah Rene, everything is coming off. Richard insists that his cocksuckers work naked.”

Richard stripped while Janet watched Rene take off his clothes.  Richard put on a black robe and sat back on the couch stroking his cock up. Then spoke to Rene.  “Beg me to suck my cock.”                

Rene looked like he might cry…. Janet was close to orgasm….

Rene whispered, “May I please….”

“No! say ‘Please sir, may I please suck your big cock, sir?’  Just like that.”  They made him repeat it eight times before he got it just right.  Three cameras running.

Richard liked it better than he thought he would, but it still took 10 minutes and a lot of coaching. In those 10 minutes, Janet sat across the room, out of site and off-camera. She reached between her legs and had her third orgasm moments before Richard shot his load into Rene’s mouth.   Controlling and humiliating the rich boy made Janet very hot.   

Janet threw Rene’s clothes at him as he was trying to deal with Richard’s cum in his mouth.  “Noon tomorrow, fifty grand cash, here. Don’t be late. Now get out.”  

Chapter 5

      Rene threw up on the bushes in front of the Henderson’s house.   He pulled the Corvette away from the curb very slowly and stopped at the first place he came to and bought a six-pack of beer.  In the store parking lot, he downed the first quickly and then the second more slowly.  It took both beers to begin to clear the bitter taste of cum from his mouth.

      In the Henderson kitchen, brother and sister were also enjoying beer and laughing.  “I could tell he didn’t like the taste of my cum.  But he’ll get used to it.” That made Janet laugh. 

      “Let’s get moving.  You make some coffee.  It’s going to take a while to edit three hours of film from 3 cameras and print out the good stills. I’m calling in for a leave day tomorrow. Busy day, sister.”

      “Can I have 10 minutes?  Watching him suck you off…. Knowing I’d made him do it…. ah, shit, I gotta go find my vibrator.”

      Richard didn’t mind making the coffee. He made better coffee than her anyway. He was pouring his cup when he heard her. This time she didn’t need to stifle her scream from the other end of the house. When Janet was happy, Richard was happy. 

      Rene took his time driving home. He drank his third beer on the drive.  Once inside his apartment, he poured a water glass half full of scotch and put in a little ice.  He drank half of it on the way to the bathroom and spent five minutes brushing his teeth.  He’d finished the scotch and half of another before he finished scrubbing himself in the shower.  He set his clock for 8:30.  He wanted to be at the bank early.  He could strong-arm or cajole the manager into not filing the large cash withdrawal paperwork with Homeland Security. 

      As Rene was falling into drunken sleep, he thought, “They’re saps. I won’t have to sell the Vet… get a bridge loan perhaps. No sweat. But they won’t stop at a hundred, why should they? I’ll cross that bridge when I came to it.  After all, I’ve got 60 days.”

      He was wrong. He had exactly ten hours until Rene’s life, as he knew it, would be changed completely. 

      Janet and Richard got to sleep by 7AM.  They weren’t perfectionists and they didn’t let themselves get bogged down because they had too much good film, and too many good pictures.  In the end the movie they put together was only a little more than 6 minutes in length. One minute of the rape scene… then there were three different versions of “Please sir, may I please suck your big cock? Please sir?”  Then 4.5 minutes of cocksucking, including the cum shot. 

      Richard set his clock for 10AM… he didn’t do well if he skipped breakfast.  Janet was out the door at 9:30… she had shopping to do and was in a hurry.  The best fetish, sex and S&M toy shop in the city was 30 minutes away and opened at 10.  Janet pulled into the parking lot as the sign flipped from Closed to Open. 

      “Good morning Janet, Ma’am.”  Su Lin, the counter girl was a tiny Korean. She was also a submissive bi slut and extreme masochist.  She admired Janet for the same reasons she was unpopular with the wimp-weenies in the ‘scene.’

      “Oh Su Lin, I’m so happy you’re here to help me. I’m in a rush and you’re the best.”

      “You should take me home with you some day. You find out Su Lin is very best, Miss Janet, Ma’am.” 

      “Be careful what you wish for Su Lin. Maybe some day.  Right now I need the sluttiest white, back-seam thigh highs you have… do you have those with the sparkles in the seams… and the pink piping?  … Excellent… Now I want to see what you have in 5 or 6-inch pink high heels, size 13.  Oh! Yes.  Fuchsia is great!  I just love the half-inch platform and ankle straps.  No Su Lin don’t wrap them… just throw them in a bag.  NO Su Lin, I would not like a quick lick before I leave.   I’ll punish you for the impertinence some day.” 

      “Please, Miss Janet, Ma’am?”

      Janice got home in plenty of time to shower, get dressed and have breakfast. 

      Richard was now looking splendid in a clean uniform and accoutrement belt. When she showed her brother her purchases, he said, “Isn’t that too much for now?”

      “No, I’ve thought this through. We either crush him today or it will be war.  This will work. Go set up the room.”

      Richard placed a heavy straight back wooden chair in front of the television.  The product of their late-night editing was already cued up on a DVD, ready in the player. 

Chapter 6

      Rene came in silently, grimly carrying a medium sized suit case, thinking, “Shit this is heavy…. What ass-hole asks for fifty grand in fifties and twenties?”  Dealing with the bank manager was a lot tougher than he’d anticipated.  Before it was finished Rene had had to walk back to the teller counter and cash a check for three grand to pay off the little over blown clerk.

      Janet was seated on the now infamous sofa.  She patted the space beside her, “Put it here and have a seat over there.”  Richard stood silent sentry duty between Rene and the door.  Janet opened the case and lifted a few packs of bills at random.

      “It’s all there,” Rene said petulantly.

      Rene didn’t have time to stand. The big cop grabbed his arm, dragged him to his feet and had his hands cuffed behind his back before Rene could react at all.  Grabbing a handful of hair, Richard took him struggling and forced him down into the wooden chair, then roughly jerked his arms over the back of the chair.  Janet handed the cop two pieces of rope which he used to tie Richard’s ankles uncomfortably high to the sides of the chair. While he was doing this Janet used a short rope to tie his handcuffs to the chair back. Not elegant bondage, but completely effective.     

      Richard and Janet stood in front of their captive, close enough that Rene had to look up to see their faces. 

“One more item for your list Rene.  We talked it over last night and agreed your lesson needs to be serious enough for you to learn some humility. Maybe you might even approach something like a real human being.”

      Rene was furious, “You double crossing mother fuckers! …” He wasn’t finished but Janet stopped the flow by slapping him twice across both cheeks.  “Fuck!” she thought, I’ve got to get a belt or something, this is killing my hand.” Janet was aware that her panties were soaked, that she could smell her pussy.  “No wonder,” she thought, “I didn’t wash down there this morning… not for three days in fact.  Why bother? I may never wash it again. I’ll have Rene for that… all the better if he gags on it.” 

      Rene was talking again, “…look, I’ve lived up to my end, what more do you want!?”   Janet reached between the cushions of the sofa and pulled out a 2-inch red ball gag… she’d ‘borrowed it from Richard’s playroom.

      “You might as well be quite, all that mumf… mumf just pisses me off. Its movie time… shut up and pay attention.” 

      Six minutes later Rene was shaking and sweating profusely.  He stank with fear. 

      Janet was dripping wet between her legs, “Oh, don’t forget these.”  They held the crystal clear glossy 8x10s under his nose.  All cropped close-ups… no way to identify the cock as Richard’s. No way to miss the face…  that it was Rene. The last one showed Rene pulling off the cock… mouth open… clear trail of white cum visible. 

      Richard man-handled the chair around facing the couch.  Sister and brother sat close, the happy couple.  “Just settle down and relax Rene.  We’d don’t want to ruin you.  You just have a life-lesson to learn here… and we’re going to be your tutors.  We’re not going to hurt you,” Janet lied smoothly.  Rene didn’t believe her for a minute.  Sweat was dripping from his face… soaking all his clothing. 

      “OK here’s the deal. A hundred grand and the BMW is plenty for us.  But the money is nothing to you and you won’t learn your lesson over some money.  If you’re to grow from your mistakes,  your lessons are going to need to be more….. what?.... Ummm…. personal, Rene.”

      “She sounds like a goddamed school counselor talking to a 10^th grader,” thought Rene.  But all that came out was more ‘mumf…. Mumf…”                 

      “Rene, must I hurt you to shut you up? I told you that we wouldn’t hurt you, but we have our limits.” Janet’s words were delivered in a soft, sugary tone.  They way she spoke scared Rene. He shut up.

      “Let’s review, … fifty grand today, fifty grand more in 60 days; the BMW, delivered here tomorrow with a signed and notarized title.” She looked at her brother.

      “Excellent review, Janet.”

      “Now to complete your lesson, and to round out our ‘deal’, for 60 days, until the final cash payment is due, you attend us.  Be our personal servant.    We’re sure if you contribute your time, not just money, and in the process we remove a bit of your pride, then these troubles will have a happy outcome for all of us. And you’ll be a better person for the experience.” Janet said, cheerfully. 

      Rene was rolling his eyes, desperately trying to signal them to remove the gag so he could talk…. to negotiate.   Janet was having none of it. 

      “It’s a yes or no question Rene.  What will it be?”

      Rene closed his eyes, trying to think. His hands were killing him and his legs were starting to cramp…. his clothes were soaked and his body odor was terrible.  The photographs were terrible and the film was worse.  The film showed a clear, violent rape… not the truth, but that’s what you saw.  Then it had him pleading to suck the big cock… the film made him look like he was really begging for it! Then his face clear in homo-cocksucking and cum on his lips.  What the fuck was he going to do?”  Richard was speaking….

“…. then show him the letter Jan.”

      She was standing close in front of him, unfolding a letter.  He could smell her cunt.  Rene knew what a sexually excited woman smelled like.  “She’s a sadist. She’s turned on.” Rene’s fear increased and the flow of sweat returned.

      Rene’s eyes bulged when he read the letterhead on the expensive creamy linen stationary…

      Janet had to hurriedly unbuckle the gag when Rene began to vomit.

      Rene’s surrender was complete.  They took his stinking, filthy clothes and sent him to shower.  Janet handed in soap and shampoo, the one more flowery and feminine smelling than the other.  She let him lie on her bed and relax for five minutes, until he seemed to calm himself somewhat.  “Swing your legs over the edge of the bed and let me dress you Rene.”  She slid a pair of her frilly crotchless pink panties up his legs.  They didn’t quite match the fuchsia FMPs, but they did match the pink piping in the seamed white thigh-highs.  She buckled the ankle straps of the high heels and then slid a towel under his ass.  “Just lie back and let me attend to you darling.  You’ll be just fine.” She massaged her best fragrant after-bath moisturizing lotion into his cock and balls and worked him up to rigidity.   Rene seemed to be in some kind of daze… shock, she guessed.  But he moaned in response, and when he started moving his hips she whispered, “Time to go darling. Richard is waiting.  I’ll hold onto you because I know these heels can be challenging while you’re learning.”

      She didn’t hide it this time. The Nikon F70 flashed away and she shot dozens of pictures. These would be better, much better… Rene in his sissy clothes and high heel shoes… and the best part was Rene’s hard cock.  She attended Rene’s cock with her hand as necessary to keep it hard.  Richard took 10 minutes and when he got to the critical point, pushed Rene’s face off his cock and jacked his load onto Rene’s face. Janet shot 18 more pictures of Rene’s cum-covered face and Rene protested not a whimper when she told him to try to lick the cum on his own face. She laughed, “These pictures honey, will be just darling!”                 

      Janet rushed to look at the pictures on her computer. She’d told Rene to take another shower and gave him a large bottle of water.   She quickly selected a shot showing Rene’s whole body, pink FMPs, hard cock and all… two-thirds of Richard’s cock was buried in Rene’s mouth.  She called the currier service as the 8x10 color glossy was slowly spinning into the printer tray. She wanted the picture in the mail slot of Richard’s door when he got home.  The thought produced another gush.  “Goodness, I smell like a two-dollar whore.”   As she slid the picture into the special delivery envelope, she thought, “No real hurry. Rene has to do me now.” Janet was very multi-orgasmic.

      She walked into the kitchen where Richard was draining a large bottle of water.  “Damn, sis, extortion is hot work.” 

      Janet kissed her brother right on the mouth, “Thank you brother. I’ve never been happier.”

Chapter 7

Janet and Richard were back on the sofa.  It was 7PM and Rene was due in half an hour with the BMW. 

      “You had at least a dozen cums while he was licking you yesterday.  I wasn’t happy that you put that bondage device on him… the collar and straps that secured him up to your pussy.”

      Janet had had so many orgasms with Rene strapped to her cunt that she almost passed out.  The first really good ones she’d ever had.  With her attitude about men, she wasn’t that experienced really.  She’d put Rene back into his sissy outfit and made him hold his feet up while he was strapped to her groin so she could see his gloriously trashy sissy heels and seamed stockings.  She’d humiliated him verbally without mercy but had trouble keeping on track because every time she’d called him a sissy-slut-cock-sucking-whore, she’d shoot her own cum onto his face.  That was a new discovery too. She had no idea she was a ‘shooter.’  She’d looked it up this morning and discovered that a small fraction of women actually ejaculated, just like a man.  She’d made Richard send Rene away without washing.  That just added to Rene’s humiliation of walking out in Richard’s tee shirt and gym shorts.  They had thrown Rene’s clothes away… told him they were too puke-covered and sweat-stained to be salvaged.  Janet had wanted to rake her spike heels into Rene’s back and lash his shoulders with a whip….. she’d held off but the thought made her wet.

      “I told you Rene, I learned from the guys who used to work the old bunko – that’s fraud – squad.  The number one rule in con is ‘don’t push too far too fast.’  This guy was ripped from his pampered world and became our sissy whore in one day.  He needs to get used to that. Accept it as his fate for a time.  Which leads into the other major con rule, ‘always let the pigeon see the end… the freedom he’ll get if he just plays along and keeps paying.’  For Rene, that’s 59 days and counting.”

Richard looked over at her, “Janet, I don’t want to sound crude, but you smell like pussy. What’s with that? And Rene smelled like a ripe whore house when he left here yesterday. He must have….” Richard stopped himself, “Oh, never mind. You are one evil Mistress. Remind me never to piss you off.”              

      Richard brought the BMW and all the paper work was in order.  He seemed subdued, sullen.  He had nothing to say but ‘yes’ and ‘no.’  At one point Janet had walked to where Rene was seated, she lifted her face to look straight into his eyes.  “Rene honey, you need to learn your manners.  In the future, I want to hear ‘Yes Ma’am’ and ‘Yes Sir,’ ‘no Ma’am and ‘no Sir.’  You would not want to disappoint me would you honey?”  He dropped his head and mumbled ‘No Ma’am.’ “WHAT?!” Janet demanded. “No Ma’am,” Rene said in a strong, clear but frightened voice. 

      “Good, now go shower and get dressed. Your sissy clothes are on the bed and I put out some nice girly fragrance for you.  You’ll be serving me first today. After I’m finished with you, I’m taking a drive in my new BMW.”

      Rene, showered, dressed and perfumed, walked out of the guest room and headed down the hall toward Janet’s room. “In here Rene,” called Janet’s voice from the living room.  Rene tottered in on unsteady legs.  Although the heels were advertised as 6-inch, that was in size 8. In Rene’s women’s size 13, the heels were at least six and a half inches. 

      “Sit,” Janet instructed, nodding to the floor in front of the sofa. 

      Janet held out a small piece of paper which Rene accepted.  On it she’d written the name and address of the S&M and crossdresser’s shop where Su Lin worked.  “Deal with Su Lin only. She’s working tomorrow.  I’ve emailed her a list of the necessary items.  Take cash…. they don’t take credit there.   I really do love your sissy attire but some variety is in order.”  Rene remained silent and Janet snapped, “When I give you an instruction I expect an acknowledgement!”

      “Yes Ma’am!”

      “Better, now say ‘Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am.”

      “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am!”

      “Again”

      “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am!”  

      “Keep going…. “

      “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am!”

      “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am!”

      “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am!”

      Rene learned this mantra, just as he’d learned completely, “Please sir, may I please suck your big cock, sir?” 

      That night Rene was thinking about his experiences of the last two days. He had hated doing it to the man.  He was a handsome man, but Rene hand never even considered… had never thought about doing…. that. Janet was different. She was certifiable but she was extraordinarily attractive to Rene.  If this ‘thing’ he was going to have to do was just for her, well, it wouldn’t be so difficult. 

      The next morning, Rene parked the Corvette two blocks away and pulled his hat down over his face as he approached the store. He wore old clothes, hoping no one would recognize him going into the pervert shop. Su Lin recognized him immediately from the picture Janet had emailed to her, along with the shopping list.   He looked just like his picture, except in person his hair was neatly combed and he didn’t have jisim all over his lips. 

      Richard wasn’t about to inquire why the little Oriental woman was giggling.  “You must be Su Lin?” 

      “Yes, and you must be Rene…. Miss Janet’s new toy. Isn’t she just dreamy?” Su Lin gushed, “I would give just about anything to be Miss Janet’s slave. She so strong and dominant, I just get all creamy when she comes here to shop.  You are SO lucky!”

Rene managed a fake grin.

“Let’s get started, this is going to take a while. I hope you brought lots and lots of money… Miss Janet is so wonderful to send you to me.  I can live off this commission for three weeks.”  Smiling hugely, Su Lin took Rene by the arm and led him into the clothing section and to the cross-dresser’s isle.  “You very trim for American… I guess size 8…. certainly size 8 when she puts you into a corset.  Let’s try on this pink maid’s dress in shiny PVC to go with those wonder sissy shoes Miss Janet bought for you.  Isn’t she just precious!!  You very lucky slut boy.  Maybe someday Miss Janet want to punish us together…. I happy to suck your cock if Miss Janet wants.  You very pretty Rene. You like very much.  Su Lin excellent little Korean cock-sucker,” she beamed.

“If this bitch doesn’t shut up, I’m going to knock out a few of those little teeth for her,” Rene thought.  Then he remembered the picture of him in the envelope on his dresser.  “No, I guess I can’t.”  He’d kept the picture out to remind himself that this wasn’t some bad dream.”

Su Lin held up a shiny pink maid’s dress with white lace trim at the neck and sleeves. “No, this isn’t a bad dream. More like a nightmare.” 

Su Lin wanted to put him into thigh high stockings before trying on the dress.  When he tried to politely refuse, Su Lin looked shocked. “Miss Janet says Su Lin should report any bad behavior by Rene.  You want that, slut boy?”

He let her pull up the thigh highs. The size 8 was a perfect fit.  About half of the lacy tops of the thigh highs were plainly visible below the ridiculously short dress.  “Miss Janet and brother Richard like slutty look. You look hot!”

She put Rene into a similar black PVC maid’s dress and fitted him with matching 5-inch black patent pumps.  “Miss Janet wants black boots for you too.”  Su Lin brought out a pair of black patent boots, six-inch heels and one-inch platform.  She slipped them on his legs. “These wonderful, Su Lin lace them to fit perfect, then you just zip on. You have skinny legs like Su Lin.  Stand up let Su Lin see.  Walk around for Su Lin, you no want disappoint Miss Janet, yes? You look hot… Su Lin find you nice wig. Rene, you turn Su Lin on very much. Maybe you want Su Lin to suck your cock after finished shopping?”

“Maybe”

“One hundred US dollar. Best suck you ever have. Su Lin promise.”

An hour later, Su Lin finished ringing up Rene’s purchases.  Two thousand eight hundred and forty three dollars. The two corsets alone were nearly a grand.  Rene counted out 29 crisp bills onto the counter. 

“One more of those, best blow job you ever know. What do you say? Su Lin thinks you are one hot slut.”

What the hell, he thought. Rene put down the 30^th hundred and Su Lin put it in her bra. 

She made him get back into the maid’s dress and boots and wig. 

Thirty minutes later, after two trips to the car, Rene carefully pulled into traffic.  “I’m as confused and fucked up as I’ve ever been,” he thought, “but I know one thing for sure… Su Lin no lie.” Rene smiled for the first time in three days.                       

Chapter 8

      A week later….

      Rene was working out nicely.  When Janet or Richard wanted servicing, they sent Rene a text message.  If he arrived more than an hour late, they fined him a thousand dollars on the spot.  The one time he was late, Janet made him count out the currency as she watched. 

      “Don’t push me Rene.”

      She made him walk around the room in his shiny pink mini-dress and 6-inch fuchsia heels chanting, “Please Ma’am, may this slut please lick your pussy, please Ma’am!”  Another new mantra properly learned. 

      “Let’s get a girl, Richard.”

      “What?! You’re not into women…. You told me a dozen times.  And women aren’t susceptible to the con we ran on sissy Rene.”

      “We don’t use blackmail. We get a volunteer. Make her our slave.”

      “Tell me why you’re suddenly interested in women? You want one… sexually?”

      “It’s different when I’m in control and have someone that’s helpless, in my power. You need a woman and I’m curious. I’ve been thinking about her and it makes me wet.”

      “’Her?’ You have someone specific in mind?”

      “Su Lin.”

      “Little Su Lin from the kink shop? She’s overtly the most submissive woman I’ve ever met.  She’s been hitting on you hasn’t she?”

      “You bet. She wants a real Master and I’m pretty sure she’s real slave material.  And Richard, Su Lin can service sissy Rene… that would be a great help… you know its time to start the next phase with Rene?”

      “I know it is. I hear Su Lin’s oral skills are exceptional.”

      “She certainly claims they are.  I have to go to the shop tomorrow to buy Rene’s chastity cage.  Shall I invite her over for dinner Saturday?”

      “You bet. We’ll have a party. I’m working the day shift.  Have her come at 6PM. We might give Rene the night off.  I don’t want Rene to be around if I decide to take beat Su Lin. Rene’s not ready to see that.”

      “We’ll see, brother, we’ll see.”

      “You’re doing well, Rene.  Six weeks to go. Richard and I are proud of you.  If your humility stays, you will be a better person.”

      “Yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

      Out of the blue, Janet inquired, “are you dating Rene?”

      “No Ma’am…. not since…. the… ‘incident.’ 

      “So you’re taking care of your own sexual needs Rene?”

      “Yes Ma’am”

      “With your hands?”

      Rene blushed, “Yes Ma’am”

      “Except for that time with the slut at the kink shop, Su Lin? Correct?”

      “Uh… yes Ma’am” Rene admitted. 

      “I’d like to punish you for that Rene.  But fair is fair and you were given no specific instructions.  Have you paid anyone else for sex since we met, Rene?”

      “No Ma’am”

      “So it’s just you and Mr. Right, Rene?”

      Sissy Rene looked confused. Janet pantomimed a jack off motion in the air with her right hand.

      “Oh, yes Ma’am. Just Mr. Right, Ma’am,” Rene gave a small grin. 

      I want that to stop as of now Rene. No masturbation, no girlfriends, no hookers.   Richard and I will take care of your sexual needs.  Well, we won’t personally take care of them.  But you’ll masturbate only on our command, in our presence. Understood?”

      “Yes Ma’am”

      “And we might surprise you with something extremely pleasant Rene. So long as you’re diligent at pleasing and amusing and obeying us.”

      “Yes Ma’am, Miss Janet, thank you Ma’am”

      “So can you be trusted to obey, the ‘no masturbating’ rule I mean?”

      “Yes Ma’am”

      “I just have one more question Rene.  First get down on your knees, assume the position.”

      With Rene in place, Janet asked, “Do I look like some kind of fucking fool to you, slut?! I told you there was no greater sin than lying to me!  Do you think I can believe a slut and sissy cocksucker like you can be trusted not to jack off three times day?  Do you take me for an idiot?!”

      “No Ma’am, no Miss Janet.  I didn’t mean…”

      “Shut up and go into your room, lie on the bed, face up.”

      Janet secured Rene’s wrists to corner chains using leather cuffs and stretched him into a tight spread-eagle.  Janet had been acclimating Rene to bondage and sensory deprivation with just this position.  It had not failed yet to provoke an erection… Rene was turned on by the bondage.  That thing between Rene’s legs was the ultimate truth detector, it didn’t lie. 

      Janet laced a leather hood over Rene’s head and pulled down the blindfold.  She had to handle Rene’s cock in the process of securing the CB6000 and Rene’s member became stiff.  That wouldn’t do… she slapped it until it started to wilt.  

      “Stop your bitching slut, That doesn’t hurt. You should be grateful I’m touching your thing at all.” 

      “Yes ma’am, thank you Ma’am”

      Janet smiled broadly. She lubed Rene’s cock slightly and slid the hard covering into place, securing the parts together with the pad lock.  Janet had put the tiny key onto a leather thong, and she slipped it around her neck, out of site under her blouse.  She gently lifted Rene’s package by pulling up the penis tube…. the balls followed right along…. Rene was moaning and pulling his bonds…. arching his hips in need and frustration.  Janet observed him closely while she gently teased him…. the way Rene stretched against his chains…. the body language… Janet realized his actions were not resistance, or attempt to escape… Rene was testing, verifying, even enjoying the security of the bondage… taking in his helplessness. “He was reveling!” that’s the word.

Today she’d planned tight corset training and maid training service for Rene.  Janet would put Rene into cuffs and chains and Rene would serve restrained.  Janet would be observing closely.

She put one knee beside Rene’s head and swung the other leg over his chest and straddled his face.  Rene seemed overly eager to please.  “Easy honey,” Janet purred, “we’re in no hurry at all.”   As she was building toward the crest, Janet was thinking about checking some bondage sites on the net…. I’ll look at T. J.’s and Mr. S. too…. “and I’ll certainly need to be sending Rene back to see Su Lin,” she grinned.      

      Two hours later Rene hobbled in to Janet’s presence in his high heels and corset and cuffs and chains.  Janet had given instructions for chores to be done standing, no sitting allowed. “You need to spend time in high heels dear. Practice makes perfect.” Janet expected he had come to beg for a break off his feet.  Sissy Rene got on his knees and assumed the position, or as close as the bondage would allow.  She nodded at him, indicating permission to speak.

      “Ma’am, my feet are really hurting. My I please have off my shoes, or be off my feet for a while? Please Ma’am?”  Janet had put small padlocks on the ankle straps of Rene’s high heels, effectively securing them against unauthorized removal.

      “In a moment slut. Stand up and walk to the wall. Lean into the wall using your hands.”  Sissy Rene was moving his weight from one foot to another.  “The pain is real,” Janet observed.  Janet untied the laces in Rene’s black silk corset, put her knee into the small of Rene’ back and pulled, cinching the corset another inch at the waist. Sissy Rene gave out a little sound. 

      “Now get down on the floor and crawl back in front of my chair.”  Janet seated herself in the one easy chair in her bedroom.  Inching her feet out toward Rene, she asked, “Do you like my new boots Rene?”

      “Yes Ma’am, very much they are very attractive.”

      “I would hope so,” thought Janet, “the receipt you brought back was for $695.00.”

      Janet was sending Rene on shopping trips at least once or twice a week, enhancing not only her wardrobe, but her collections of toys and bondage equipment.  Rene had made not one single complaint about all the money he was spending on her.  Janet did not know if this was because Rene felt helplessly blackmailed, or Rene had a desire to please her.  And Janet wanted to know.  Her new boots were elegant dark brown supple leather, front lacing with speed-laces, a half-inch platform and 5-inch stacked heel.  Janet weighed about 135 pounds and she handled high heels with ease.  She liked the way her legs looked in heels, and she liked the attention she got wearing them. 

      “My new boots haven’t been cleaned yet. Would you like to clean them for me Rene?”

      “Yes Ma’am,” Rene started to move toward the closet where the shoe shine kit was kept.  Maintaining Janet’s shoes was now part of Rene’s responsibility and he attended them at least twice a week.

      “No sissy.  Lie on the floor and clean them with your tongue.”

      Rene prostrated himself on the floor and Janet offered her left boot.  “Start at the tip and work slowly, thoroughly.  Cover every inch.  I will be observing.”

      “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

      Five minutes later Rene was beginning to make little high-pitched moaning sounds and his ass was squirming…. Perhaps trying to dry fuck the carpet. 

      “Why sissy Rene, it seems that licking my boots is exciting you.”

      “Yes ma’am”

      “If you were excited sissy, your chastity would be causing pain.”

      “Yes ma’am, it is painful, very. Could I please have it off ma’am, please, just for a little while? I’ll be good ma’am.”

      “Let me consider that for a while Rene. Continue cleaning my boot.  Before I decide about relieving the pain between your legs I want to give you some instructions and ask a few questions.”

      “Yes Ma’am”

      “Are you enjoying yourself down there sissy? Does it make you feel good to be prostrated at my feet, cleaning my boots?”

      “Yes ma’am”

      “And it’s exciting? Stimulating?”

      “Yes ma’am, very.”

      “Did you enjoy buying these boots for me Rene?  Answer me honestly. I want the truth and you won’t be punished for speaking the truth.”

      Without hesitation, Rene said, “Yes ma’am, I enjoyed it very much.”

      “Really, Rene?”

      “Yes ma’am, truthfully I did.”

      “Why? What made it enjoyable?”

      He continued to lick her boot, unwilling, or perhaps unable to answer.

      “Stop licking. Turn over onto your back.” Janet moved off her chair and put her knees down on either side of Rene’s chest. She took a small cord and looped it around his cock and balls, below the chastity. Then she squatted back until she felt his breath on her crotch.  Rene moaned and arched his hips.

      “Do you want that Rene? To put your face there? Make Miss Janet feel pleasure?” 

      “Oh Yes ma’am! May I please lick you?”

      “So do you enjoy pleasuring me sissy?”

      “Yes ma’am”

      “Is that why you enjoyed buying these elegant and sexy boots for me Rene? To make me happy?”

      “Yes ma’am”

      “Do you resent me sending you to spend your money on me Rene?”

      “No ma’am. I like it.”

      “You like it because it gives me pleasure?”

      “Yes ma’am”

      “And you like for me to be pleased.”

      “Yes ma’am, I do.”

      Janet resumed her seat above him, placing a booted foot on either side of his head.  She moved forward in the chair so that Rene could see the tops of her stockings, her garters and the space between her legs covered with her lace panties.

      Janet has been amused and turned on by the scheme to blackmail and ensnare Rene.  All her fantasies had been in the mode of forced-capture-prisoner.  But now she had him. The blackmail hook was complete, and she and Richard had planned some reinforcement if it became necessary.  But now Janet wanted more… now she wanted to seduce Rene, she wanted him to accept slavery willing, voluntarily, eagerly.    She wanted that power, a different kind of power than blackmail.

      Janet tugged gently on the rope and watched Rene’s package respond. He moaned.  “Oh ma’am, please! It really hurts, may I please be allowed release for a little while from the chastity?”

      “I’m still considering Rene.  We have to talk first.” She laughed for amusement and to lighten the mood. 

      “So you enjoyed buying these boots for me because they would look sexy on me?”

      “Yes ma’am…. very sexy.”

      “You bought these boots Rene, because I instructed you to. Do you enjoy following my instructions? Does it please you to be obedient to me?  Or do you simply fear me? Honesty, please darling.”

      Rene swallowed.  Janet was digging deep and he’d been afraid to examine his own feelings.  He was conflicted. But he knew he was changing.  Much of his time with Janet and Richard had resulted in him feeling deeply satisfied, even contented.  Surrounded his whole life by luxury, Rene knew that he’d had very little contentment. He’d been wool-gathering… Janet was speaking…

      “Answer me please Rene.”

Her voice was gentle, kind…. almost like she did care for him at some level.

“I know its hard Rene. And I know all this has been confusing for you.  I can make you suck cock, but now I’m asking for you to give me something. Give me honesty, please. How do you feel when you’re sucking Richard?”

“At first I hated it, but more and more I find myself wanting to obey you, wanting you to be pleased.  It gives me a good feeling when I can amuse you. And it is all very confusing.”

Quickly, Janet moved to his side and removed the chastity cage.  She took a towel and put it under his bottom and opened a jar of lubricant and put Rene’s hand into it.  “Massage the soreness out of your cock and balls honey.”

She sat above him, placed a booted foot near his face and said, “Lick.  Stroke your cock for me but do not cum.  Your job right now is to lick and stroke and listen to me. Listen carefully. Understand?”

Rene said, “Yes ma’am! I will listen very carefully. Would you like for me to repeat back to you the important parts?” 

“Yes Rene, please repeat the important parts back to me. First, I am tired of hearing the word “I” come out of your mouth. ‘I’ is too self-centered for a submissive sissy slut like you. I want you to banish the word ‘I’ entirely for your vocabulary.  You are sissy slut Rene. When necessary to make reference to yourself you will say something like “sissy slut Rene begs permission to… whatever.” She paused.

Rene said, “Sissy slut rene begs permission to cum, please ma’am?”

She laughed, “very clever. Good example though. You may not cum. Are you close?”

“Yes ma’am, sissy slut Rene is close.”

“Then slow down. You might use variations describing yourself, which I will enjoy, such as ‘May your sissy be excused…. may Mr. Richard’s slut bring him a nice glass of beer?’   Do you understand? Are you paying attention down there slut?!”

“Yes! Ma’am! Your sissy slut is paying attention!  Your sissy slut needs to cum really, really badly Ma’am!”

“No, get your hand off your cock.”

Rene gave out a loud frustrated moan.

“You should thank me sissy.”

With real enthusiasm, Rene began licking Janet’s boots and profusely thanking her for taking off the cage, and allowing him to touch himself and allowing ‘this sissy to be under your boots.’

“Stroke your little clit sissy. Get close again. I like to control you and frustrate you. It amuses me.”

“Oh, yes ma’am, Miss Janet, thank you!”

“Sissy Rene?”

“Yes ma’am, Miss Janet?”

“If I were to offer to release you from the remainder of your service, would you leave or stay? Keep stroking.”

“May I please serve out my commitment to you ma’am? and to Mr. Richard? Sissy Rene wants to stay.”

“Even if I said forget the money – the fifty?”

“I don’t care about the money.”

She stood and moved to his side, standing near his hips.  “You may cum Rene. When you start to cum, roll over and cum on my boots. You only just got started cleaning them.” 

Rene serviced Richard’s cock shortly after he came home later that evening.  Janet instructed Rene to arrange to have a high-end catered dinner delivered at 7PM tomorrow, Saturday.  Rene would be arriving at noon to clean house to spotless perfection. “In your pink maid’s dress of course,” laughed Janet.  She checked the security of the chastity cage and send him away.             

Chapter 9

Janet and Richard were enjoying the unusually mild spring weather on the patio.  She had her favorite red wine and a joint, he had a small cooler of beer at his feet. 

“Why did you film Rene servicing me tonight?  Gonna open a porn site on the net?” He grinned at her sister. 

“I filmed him on your dick because I could. Because I wanted him to know I could.”

“Did Rene get you off today?”

“Yes, but just once.  I want to be full of energy for tomorrow night.  You want to run with me in the morning?”

“Don’t you remember? I’m working 7 to 3.  I’ll be home by 4PM.  Is there a plan for tomorrow night?

“Well, I need to tell you about my day today with Rene.”

“I notice he’d dropped the use of “I” and was using only the submissive forms of self reference.”

“Just enjoy your beer and let me tell it. If you interrupt me again I’ll take my crop to you,” Janet grinned at her brother.

“Oooo… Mistress!” They laughed together. 

“You did what?!?!”

“He’s almost there Richard. He’s just on the verge.  He’s sucked your cock once or twice or three times a day for 15 days.  You and I have controlled his every action and probably most of his emotions.  Not only have we broken him, we’re exposed him to something real, outside himself in service to you and me. On some level he enjoys being a sissy and sex slut, and he admitted several times that he took pleasure in making me happy and obeying me.  He’s more overtly submissive every day, and not from force, or even all that much training yet.  He hasn’t pushed back at all this past week. He’s accepting Richard. He is submissive. We just touched the chord.”

“You touched the chord. You did it Janet.” 

“Have you ever imagined how meaningless everything would be if your family had unlimited money?  It would all so fake.  What Rene has had here is real.  He might not like it long term, but he’s growing and learning and he realizes it.”

“Yea, I guess I do see that it would suck to be too rich… nothing to focus on outside yourself. You’re right.”  

“You had to be there this afternoon Richard. I led him right up to the line,” Then she laughed, “it didn’t hurt that I had him on the edge of cumming and he was desperately turned on.  But I gave him the choice and he chose to stay with us.  He mentioned you too, specifically.”

“And you offered to let him walk and keep the final payment. I thought the plan was to do that only if you were going to release him.”

“I wanted the answer. I wanted to see what the money meant to him.  His buddies said his stipend was enormous, but they admitted Rene had never talked specifics.  I wanted to see what value he put on $50,000.  Rene told me, ‘I don’t care about the money.’”

“You said that already.” 

Richard’s ambition was to be a detective. He’d passed the exam last year and was waiting for the opening, and the promotion.  Richard knew how to listen. 

“We need to remember Richard, Rene is not yet 20 years old. I looked at his driver’s license and passport.  He’s young and pliable and moldable.”

“Yes, it’s easy for me to forget how young he is.”

“And Richard, about the money. Have you spent any of it?”

“Not a dollar. You?”

“Why should I? Rene is spending his money on me every week. I’ve never had so many new clothes and shoes.”

“Not to mention toys.”

“Not to mention toys,” she grinned at him. “and he likes doing it…. spending on me, us…. He told me that twice, and I believe him.  And it’s not like he’s busting his ass in a coal mine to earn it.”

“Naw Jan… that money just flows out of granddaddy’s gold and silver and copper mines.”

“Richard, is there some way we can make the money legal. If we can get him to give it to us. Withdraw the extortion?”

“I know some guys I could ask… hypothetically.”

“God love a cop. They always know some guys.”      

“I need to go to bed. Let’s see if I understand…. we need to lead Rene into wanting to be our slave…. requesting to be our slave…. then we give the money back to him… have him put it back into his bank…. create a paper trail… then we see if he wants to voluntarily be generous with us… with gifts… or some other non-coercive method.  Correct?”

“Yes. But Richard, my priority is that I want him as my slave.  We can live without the money, if necessary. Not that I think we’ll have to if he consents to serving me, or us.  And I want a two-year no shit commitment, minimum.  He says ‘no,’ he gives you a goodbye blow job and we send him away. Agreed?”

“OK little sister.  But there’s some things you should know about Rene and his family.  I called in a favor with a guy in Forensic Accounting at the Bureau.  He even made me a nice printed report bound in a folder, like he would give the prosecutor.  The Lambert family hasn’t always been faggoty French idlers.  You ever heard of Lambert M&M?  Before the Civil War old Ben Lambert came out west……”

Thirty minutes later Richard stood up, stretched, yawned and told Janet goodnight. 

Janet was still sitting, wide-eyed, still saying… “Holy Shit….”

Chapter 10

Rene cleaned house for 3 hours Saturday afternoon. Janet had laid out Rene’s attire on the guest bed (Rene had begun thinking of it as his bed, although he had never stayed overnight).  He wore the pink PVC maid’s dress, pantyhose, and the fuchsia patent heels.  Janet had put locking leather-lined metal wrist and ankle cuffs on him, and then locked them together with heavy 12-inch lengths connecting chain. This limited both Rene’s walk and reach.  An hour later, Rene crawled to Janet’s feet and asked to have the chain on his wrists removed so he could work more efficiently, Janet reached into a drawer and pulled out a 2-inch red ball gag. Janet strapped in the gag and snapped a small lock onto the buckle.  She reached under Rene’s mini-skirt and lifted his balls, enjoying the heaviness that included the chastity cage.  Giving Rene’s balls a little squeeze, she said, “You’ll just have to try harder, my dear.”

Rene was glad that there was not really much house work to do. He’d cleaned everything thoroughly the day before. Rene was a little tired. 

Being in chastity, he realized, meant a lot more than just not being able to get erect and not being able to cum.  Wearing the chastity required him to sit to pee, even though he had to do that at anyway at Miss Janet’s house…. Richard had secured the toilet seat in Rene’s bathroom in the down position and instructed Rene that he was to always “to piss like a woman.” The plastic tube on Rene’s cock kept him constantly aware of his penis, unless he was preoccupied with some task at hand.  Rene knew that he often woke up with a giant erection, but he had no idea that it was natural for a man’s cock to grow hard during sleep.  That morning he woke at 4AM in terrible pain… he jumped out of bed, trying to will his dick to relax but it wouldn’t! He needed out of the cage now! The pain was horrific.  Finally a cold shower directed at his crotch relieved the pressure. But his skin felt raw and tender and abraded. He relaxed on the bed, trying to will return of sleep.  “She has me controlled…” He thought about that for a while until the thought process caused his cock to start growing again. 

What the hell… I may as well get up. He walked into his bathroom and took out the container that Janet had given to him.  He read the directions and set about removing all his body hair.      

      Later Saturday afternoon with the cleaning completed, Miss Janet removed Rene’ gag and bondage sent him to shower and shave.  Rene had shaved that morning but she directed him to shave again.  Rene had a very light beard and little body hair. (“No body hair at all today, except a little bit under the chastity” Rene thought).  Janet told Rene to relax on his bed after he was shaved and showered in his ‘robe.’  His robe was a pink satin, selected by Su Lin at Janet’s instructions.

      Janet came into Rene’s room, placed a towel under Rene’s bottom, then unlocked and removed the chastity cage.   Janet massaged her favorite scented body oil into Rene’s cock and balls and then shaved them clean.   When Rene returned from washing off the hair and lotion, Janet liberally rubbed the scented oil into Rene’s body.  Janet helped Rene put on a black bra which fit his chest but was loose in the cups.  I have something new for you (“bless Su Lin,” Janet thought). She placed some type of rubber breasts into the bra cups and adjusted them.  “Very nice, now put on these panties.”  The panties were black lace thongs.  Janet seated herself and told Rene to put on the maid’s outfit she laid on the bed while Rene was washing the freshly shaved area.  “You will be serving at our dinner party Rene, and this is my concept of the ‘formal French maid’s attire.’

      Having spent a considerable amount of his youth is Paris among the upper class, Rene knew that the items on the bed were not even close.  Real French maids wore generally shapeless high neck black cotton dresses with flesh colored stockings and sensible ugly black shoes.  But Rene silently dressed himself in black crotchless panty hose. Janet helped straighten the backed seams. Then he put on a shiny black PVC maid’s costume with a short skirt. Janet stood and helped him lace on a PVC corset over the dress.  Then she reached around and tied a small white-trimmed black PVC apron around his waist.  She smiled and told him to put on the black patent pumps with 4-inch heels.  She had Rene slowly turn in pirouettes as she admired the result, “So far, so good.” 

Janet led Rene into her bedroom and sat her in front of her make-up mirror.  “Just relax honey. I’m going to make you beautiful!”  Janet expertly applied eye liner and mascara and eyebrows pencil…. make-up base… rouge and extraordinarily red glossy lipstick. To complete the look, Janet fitted on a wavy, shoulder-length brunette wig. “There you are!” Janet seemed delighted, “You look the perfect tart. I’ll teach you how to do this yourself next week.” Let’s put you down for a rest. I need to do my own face and get dressed before my guests arrive.” 

Back in Rene’s room, Janet secured a padded blindfold over Rene’s eyes, being careful not to disturb the position of wig.  “Don’t rub that around or it will mess your mascara.”

“Yes Ma’am Miss Janet, thank you.” Rene was grateful to be off his feet.

As Janet secured Rene into a spread-eagle bondage, Rene thought…

      When Janet had Rene in comfortable and secure bondage on the bed, she moved the tiny panties aside and massaged more of the fragrant lotion into Rene’s genitals.  She examined him closely… there was some abrasion behind Rene’s balls.  “How did you do with the chastity device dear?”

      “Honestly, Miss Janet Ma’am?”

      “Of course,” she squeezed his balls until Rene cried out in pain, “why would I ever ask a question if I did not want an honest answer?”

      “Miss Janet?...”

      “Be silent”

      It took Janet two minutes to walk to the basement and retrieve a small flogger with hard thin leather thongs. The first strike was to Rene’s erect penis, and he cried out in surprise and pain. 

      “Yes Miss Janet Ma’am, your girl understands!”

“Alright girl, your response is   ‘Miss Janet your girl will be honest with you always.’” 

“Oh!!!... ‘Miss Janet your girl will be honest with you, always.’”

“Oh!!!... ‘Miss Janet your girl will be honest with you, always.’”

Eight times satisfied Janet.  Rene’s erection had subsided.

“Now settle down sissy girl Rene.  I don’t want you crying and ruining your make-up.  Are you ready to be honest with me?”

“Oh Yes Miss Janet, your girl will be honest with you, always.”

“So….. how did you tolerate the chastity device, Rene?” Janet asked conversationally, as though she had immediately dismissed the punishment, and what had caused it.

“There was a terribly painful time at 4 o’clock this morning Ma’am…. my cock tried to grow and the pain was horrible. I had to take a cold shower.  Otherwise, the chastity has made me feel frustrated…. but excited… under your control Miss Janet, ma’am.”

“Do you enjoy feeling my control?”

“I do, Miss Janet.”

“Do you understand why I punished you Rene?”

“Yes ma’am… I need to learn the lesson about honesty.”

She corrected, “Yes ma’am, your sissy girl needed to learn…”

Janet made her repeat the line several times.   After Janice soothed the punishment area with her lotion, she snugly tied up Rene’s cock and balls with a soft half-inch leather thing.  The pressure will keep him erect and yearning.  “You can relax now sissy, while I go do my face.” She was at the door when Rene spoke, barely audible,

“Miss Janet?”

“Yes?”

“May your sissy slut girl ask you a question, please Ma’am?”

Janet seated herself on the edge of the bed and tenderly stroked Rene’s inner thigh. 

“Miss Janet…?”

“Go ahead Rene, its ok…”

“Miss Janet, may your sissy-girl please address you as “Mistress’?”

“That’s very sweet Rene, and we can speak of this topic in the future sometime…. sometime after you know more about the implications of the word ‘Mistress.’ You rest now, relax into the bondage.” 

Chapter 11

Thirty minutes later Janet was finishing up her ‘face’ when Richard tapped on the door frame… her door wasn’t closed… “come in Richard.”       

“What are you wearing?”

She nodded to her bed, when she’d laid out a burgundy silk blouse, black leather skirt and leather knee-boots. 

Richard picked up one of the boots, “These are excellent. What are these heels, six inches?”

“Yes, aren’t they excellent? But with the platform, the effective height is four and a half, and I can handle that just fine. Why don’t you wear your loose liner shirt and your leather jeans and your boots? You look nice tonight.”

“I saw the table cloth and candles. You want me to wear a suit?”

“No, your leather is good.”

“What’s with three place settings?”

“Su Lin, silly.”

“I know that.  I figured she’d be serving. I thought you were going to make her service Rene, and then send Rene home.”

“I changed my mind.  Rene is serving. Su Lin will be our guest for the evening, well, for dinner at least. She’ll be uncomfortable in guest role and I want to see how she reacts.”

“Where’s Rene?”

“She’s tied to her bed.”

“She… her?”

“You’ll see Richard. I made him up… he’s very passable… lovely really.  I told Rene to consider herself a woman, refer to herself that way… as we will… try to remember, and correct Rene if she forgets.  I pulled her waist in with a corset and put some false tits into her bra. You’ll approve, she is hot.”

“I remember the first time I tailed Rene that he was a pretty boy.” Then, “When will Su Lin be here?”

“Twenty minutes, you should go get ready.”

Su Lin was right on time as Janet expected.  She greeted her at the door, “Welcome to our home Su Lin.”

“Oh, Miss Janet, Su Lin is very pleased to be invited.” Once Janet had closed the front door, Su Lin dropped to her knees and kisses the tip of Janet’s boot, “How may I serve you, Miss Janet?”

“Stand up. You are our guest tonight Su Lin.  Rene will be serving.”

“But…”

“Come in. You can fix us a drink. Rene is… indisposed just now. I’ll have red wine and you can pour a glass for Richard, he’ll be in here in a moment.” Janet led Su Lin into the kitchen where wine and glasses were out on the counter.  “Fix one for yourself, or would you care for something else?”

“Wine is fine Miss Janet.” obviously uncomfortable with the idea of being a ‘guest.’

“We’re semi-formal tonight Su Lin, you may address me as ‘Madam.’”

“Yes Madam, as you wish… Su Lin is here to serve you any way you desire Madam…. and Madam looks stunning tonight.”

“As do you Su Lin.” Janet was examining her closely. 

Su Lin had wanted to wear her red vinyl oriental mini-dress with black edging, but decided it was too much fetish for Miss Janet’s dinner party. Miss Janet had said to “wear something nice.” Su Lin finally decided to wear her one good ‘little black dress.’  Her little black dress was size 2, appropriately named. She improved her tiny waist even more with a dark green, 10-inch wide waist cincher.  She selected off-black, lace-top thigh high stockings, which on her petite frame, reached completely to the very top of her legs. She wore her favorite high heels… she was only 5-1, so Su Lin favored high heels…. strappy black leather sandals with a two-inch platform and six inch block heel. Su Lin loved the fact that these shoes had a 1-inch wide leather ankle strap giving the appearance of a fetish bondage shoe.  The final touch was a lacing 3-inch posture collar… Su Lin had purchased it at the shop where she worked. For tonight she had faced the black patent on the collar with dark green lace, which matched her waist cincher. The stiff, rolled leather edges of the collar were exposed, so the true utility of the posture collar was not disguised. 

As Su Lin poured the wine, Janet walked over and put two fingers to Su Lin’s collar, “This is just wonderful Su Lin. I approve.”

“Thank you Madam.  Should I prepare a wine for sissy Rene?”

“No, but that reminds me, follow me. Be silent.”

She led Su Lin down the hall to the open door of Rene’s room.  Putting her finger in front of her lips to indicate ‘quiet,’ she indicated Su Lin should stand in the door.  Su Lin saw Rene in bondage, his cock at full ‘attention.’ His hips were grinding and little moans could be heard.  Su Lin took in a quick breath.

Janet led Su Lin back down the hall…

Su Lin said, “He is so beautiful!”

“She”

“Oh yes Madam, she is so beautiful. And such a beautiful cock.” Su Lin smiled at Janet.

“Madam would like for you to suck Rene’s cock, Su Lin.”

“Yes Madam! Su Lin here to serve and amuse Madam and Sir in any way!”

“Lovely nipples,” she spoke out loud as she rolled Su Lin’s nipples in her fingertips. Su Lin moaned with pleasure. Janet pinched Su Lin’s small nipples up to full arousal and then put on the pinching clamps. Su Lin gave out a little ‘ugh’ and a sharp exhale. “That, you slut is just the beginning of your punishment for taking advantage of my sissy in your store.” She zipped up the dress, knowing Su Lin’s pain would be increased by the pressure of the breast cups.

“On your knees.”  Janet seated herself on the edge of her bed and Su Lin knelt in front of her, head bowed.  Janet crossed her legs in front of Su Lin and Su Lin immediately began kissing and licking the boot.  Janet stopped her and raised her face. “Close your eyes.” She slapped Su Lin across both cheeks.”

“I’m sorry Madam, I thought…”

“Silence.” Janet placed the pointed tip of her leather platform boot into Su Lin’s crotch and rotated her ankle, raising the boot tip painfully into Su Lin’s cunt. “Open your eyes and look at me, and listen. Obey me… take no liberties… try to control your mouth… you talk too much… too fast… now you are going to tip-toe as quietly as possible into Rene’s  room and crawl between her legs and take her cock into your mouth and tease her until the caterer arrives.... that’s about 20 minutes. If you allow Rene to cum, whether intentionally or accidently, you will be sent home without your supper. Understood?”

“Yes Madam. Su Lin will obey and serve you.”

Janet removed her boot and saw Si Lin’s juices covering the end of her foot.  “Look at that you slut! Clean my boots before you go.  Lie right down flat on the floor and grind your tits into the carpet slut.”    

Chapter 12

Janet was tasting her wine when Richard walked into the living room. 

“I thought I heard Su Lin. Where is she?”

“Sucking Rene’s cock.  Just teasing though, no satisfaction.”      

“Well sure. Can’t have a sated, lazy maid.”

Two minutes later the doorbell rang. It was the caterer with their dinner. 

“Go get Su Lin off Rene’s cock. Tell her to fix her face and come back here. Oh, and Richard, she’s not wearing panties. Make her pull up her dress show you, and call her a cheap tramp and promise to punish her for being such a slut. Release Rene’s bondage and tell her I’ll be in there shortly to repair her makeup. Tell her to go to the toilet and drink some water.  I want her drinking plenty of water tonight.  I’ll take care of the caterer.  He turned to go. “and Richard,” he stopped, “please tell Rene to put on a clean pair of black lace panties.”

“Yes Madam,” he grinned. He’d overheard Janet’s instructions to Su Lin. 

Richard walked down the hall thinking, “Good thing I’m a good listener.”

Janet open the door and invited the two white jacketed young men to come in.  They each pushed stainless steel carts into the house.  As she was about to close the door, a small, slight, middle aged man wearing an obvious black hairpiece, black tuxedo and patent shoes bust into the room.  He turned to Janet and spoke in a torrent with a thick French accent.

“I am Jacques, Madam and please allow Jacques to say Madam you look simply stunning tonight, stunning!” He gave a formal blow from the waist. “On behalf of Classic Catering, Jacques says what an honor he has serving Madam and her guests tonight… the kitchen is this way?.. of course.”  Jacques herded the cart-pushing white jacketed crew through the small dinning area and into the kitchen. Then he motioned his helpers into the dinning area and pointed to the carefully set table. Speaking to his crew, “Remove this carefully and immediately to Madam’s kitchen.  Hand wash all items and put them away. Then you may leave.” Turning to Janet he said, “Jacques provides everything Madam. Your lovely kitchen and dinning room will be left spotless!” “Oh! he swooned, “M Rene, Madam has impeccable taste and has commanded our most elegant feast for your dinner party.” He snapped open a clean brilliant white starched linen table cloth and began to carefully place fine china and sterling flatware. “But Jacques is already confused Madam, M Rene ordered dinner for four and you had set your lovely table for only three.  Has Jacques been the fool Madam?” 

Jacques had the best, most expensive catering business in the city. He always called the mistress of the house, ‘Madam,’ as well as any other substantial and mature woman. Jacques knew how to set a tone for a party.  He’d worked hard to build his reputation.  And Jacques liked having fun at work.

Janet was able to get in her reply that dinner would be for three, when Jacques continued his breathless flow.

“The lovely M Rene came personally to our humble establishment to make the most exquisite arrangements… you would cry Madam if you knew how otherwise substantial people believe a proper dinner experience can be arranged over the telephone… impossible! I suspect Madam that M Rene’s style was established during his time in my lovely carefree country… and his French Madam! M Rene’s French is impeccable, in the classic school, yes… but Jacques sins by occupying Madam’s valuable time.  Jacques will handle every detail.  Take this small bell Madam and summon Jacques for your every desire.  M Rene has ordered our best champagne and wine!”

Jacques was placing champagne and wine glasses on the table when Richard walked trailing Su Lin.  Unconsciously assuming Jacques formality, Janet said, “Jacques, allow me introduce our guest Su Lin, and my brother Richard.”

Jacques bowed to Su Lin and said, “What a delightfully delicate lovely flower you are child.” He reach for her hand and kissed it.  “Simply stunning.”

Bowing to Richard, “Sir, an honor for Jacques to serve in your home.” Jacques flow subsided a moment as he looked Richard frankly up and down, his attempt to hide his lust was a failure. Jacques shooed them from the dinning area as he assured them that cocktails would be served immediately and dinner would follow in 45 minutes. 

Richard turned, “Will you be serving us Jacques?”

Jacques feigned being shocked, “Certainly Sir, of course.  M Rene has commanded the Deluxe Dinner which always includes the personal attendance of the owner.” Jacques bowed to him and said, “At your service Sir. Please be at your leisure.  Jacques attends to every detail.”                  

Richard came into the living room and sat in one of the stuffed chairs.  Janet occupied her usual place in the corner of the sofa.  Su Lin sat in the other comfortable chair, looking uncomfortable.  She would have been more at ease kneeling at their feet.  They heard the sound of a cork pop from the kitchen and a minute later Jacques delivered three crystal glasses of champagne on a silver tray. 

As Richard took his glass, he looked Jacques straight in the eye, then cut his eyes toward the kitchen. Jacques understood completely his signal. “Don’t speak, get out.”  He bowed himself out of the room. 

Richard looked at her and said, “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Are you sending him away?  The obsequious M Jacques? I thought Rene was serving?” 

“Rene will assist. This will be delicious Richard,” Janet simply glowed.

She stood, “I need to go fix Rene’s face. And Richard?” 

“Yes”

“‘Obsequious’… I’m impressed.”

As she turned to leave, Janet noticed Su Lin bunching her shoulders, trying to take the pressure off her sore nipples.

“Su Lin! Sit up straight! We observe good posture in this house.  Move forward to the edge of your chair, shoulders up and back. That’s good.  Stay that way.” 

Jacques was pleased to hear their laughter from the sitting room.  A happy crowd is always easier. 

The house was not large and he heard Janet reprimand the little oriental woman. “A stern woman who knows what she wants,” he thought.

But Jacques was a little sad too. He had hoped to renew his acquaintance with the youthful and delicious M Rene.

Rene was seated in the chair in front of Janet’s make-up mirror as Richard had instructed.  A slight touch-up was all she needed. Janet refreshed the red lipstick.  “Rub your lips together sissy. Good. Stay there.”

She led Rene through the living room where Richard provided a low, first rate wolf whistle, and whispered “trashy!” as Rene walked by, on spike heels. He noticed Rene was walking and maneuvering much better in ‘her’ high heels. 

He turned to Su Lin and asked, “So how was your day, Su Lin?”

“Very good, Sir”

“And tell me Su Lin, how are your nipples?”  

Jacques was nowhere to be seen when Janet led Rene into the kitchen.  He had ducked outside to sneak a quick smoke.  He open the back door and saw Janet first, “Pardon Madam, Jacques’ addiction…” he followed the leash in her hand and moved his eyes over to Rene.

“Jacques, I am sure you remember Rene? Rene, say hello to Jacques.”  

Rene did not say hello.  Janet had not prepared him and he was mortified, trembling.  As usual, Jacques filled the silence…. With even more enthusiasm than normal.

“Ah! A vision, simply a vision!” He rushed over and kissed Rene on both cheeks.  “You are simply edible child!  Forgive me Madam, but Jacques is overwhelmed.  Did you dress him Madam?  Simply stunning!”

“I did dress her Jacques.” Janet’s emphasized the ‘her.’”

Jacques stepped back, looked Rene up and down, put his hand to his face and said, “Madam?, one would call this look?... fetish maid…? tart?! Simply perfection. If Madam had simply advised Jacques of tonight’s theme, he would have attired himself for service in shiny PVC tuxedo!”     

Janet assumed her most commanding posture and tone, “Enough gushing Jacques! Perhaps you should be reminded that you are here to serve?  Rene is untrained in maid service, so you please instruct her as necessary to assist you in serving.” Janet stood with hands on her cocked hips, her ‘she-who-will-be-obeyed’ voice and stance, right boot extended in front of her body. 

The chastised Jacques bowed, “Most humble apologies, Madam.” 

Janet unsnapped the leash from Rene’s collar, turned on her magnificent 6-inch heel and started to stride from the kitchen.  She turned back and spoke to Rene, “Obey him as you would me,” moving her eyes toward Jacques. 

When the kitchen door swung closed, Jacques moved to Rene’s side and slid his hands up Rene’s skirt… one hand cupping Rene’s ass, the other under Rene’s balls. Jacques spoke softly in Rene’s ear, “A stern Mistress, Madam Janet, no?”  

Chapter 13

Rene had no idea how long ‘she’ had been tied to the bed. The house was quiet except for the muted sounds of Janet and Richard moving around, getting dressed for dinner.  The blindfold allowed no light.  Janet had put classical music on the player in Rene’s room.   Rene had to take shallow breaths because the corset was tight.  The bondage plus the leather strap around his cock and balls made Rene extremely horny and excited.  At least she was off her feet… the 4 ½ inch patent pumps (Rene had begun to think of them as her ‘maid’s’ shoes) would hurt her feet before the night was over.  The original pair had been too tight, so she’d returned to Su Lin’s shop and purchased a pair one size larger. They were too large but she attended to that buy purchasing a quality insert sole.   The padding made the shoes more tolerable and he could stand and walk in them more every day.

Rene had drifted off into sub-space, not quite sleeping, when he was aware of movement on the bed, between his legs.  “Maybe, he thought, Miss Janet had returned to…” “Ugh!!”  An exquisitely soft mouth enveloped his cock, almost all of it, and moved very slowly, gently. “Su Lin!” Rene whispered, remembering her mouth from the time in her store.  Rene heard only “Mmummm…” Su Lin worked Rene’s cock, exquisitely gently and slowly.  Rene tried to buck into Su Lin’s mouth for more stimulation but she put her hands on Rene’s hips and held them down.  “I could cum if my cock and balls weren’t tied up so tight,” he thought. “Su Lin, would you please untie me down there, please!! “Umummm…” Su Lin moved his cock side to side, indicating ‘no.’ 

Eventually Mr. Richard came and took Su Lin off Rene’s cock. Richard released Rene from bondage, including the c&b strap and instructed him to go the toilet, drink two glasses of water and put on clean panties.  Before he left, Richard stood back and made Rene walk around the small room and pirouette, showing off her maid’s outfit, corseted waist, heels and make-up.  “You look very nice Rene… you make a very pretty girl.” 

Richard grabbed Su Lin by her course black hair and pulled her off Rene’s cock.  Her face was covered with wetness.  “Did she cum?” Richard demanded.

“You’re a slut Su Lin.  Stand up and bend over,” he turned her and pushed her forward so her ass was toward him and lifted the hem of her dress. “Where are your panties?  And your cunt is dripping down your thighs. I should cane your pussy. But that will have to wait. Go fix your make-up and wait for me in the living room.”  

Chapter 14

Su Lin went into the living room and knelt on the floor, resting her bottom down on her ankles, in what she had read to be the ‘slave’s waiting position.’  Su Lin was 26 years old and she desperately wanted by be a real slave. Not that she had that much actual experience.  Two years ago a friend had asked her if she wanted to go to a party at a ‘S&M’ club. She wasn’t even sure what that meant, but said ‘ok.’ Su Lin usually went along with whatever her friends wanted to do. When they walked in Su Lin had been stunned… most of the people were observing three scenes of action in the big room.  Most of the room was dimly lit, but spotlights illuminated the three areas where people were playing. 

Janet walked into the living room after delivering Rene into Jacque’s care.  When she saw Su Lin kneeling, she said, “I thought I told you that you were a guest tonight, Su Lin.  Do you not remember me saying that?”

“Yes Ma’am, but….”

Janet reached down and squeezed Su Lin’s nipples through the dress… Su Lin whimpered and tried to turn away.  “Mistress! It really hurts! Mercy please!”

“I am not your Mistress and when I give you pain Su Lin, you can be assured it is intentional.” Janet seemed to realize she was holding the leather leash she’d just taken off Rene. She looped it around Su Lin’s neck and hooked it, knowing it would choke, not caring.  She jerked the leash dragging Su Lin onto all fours… “Follow me!”

Janet had been yelling. In the kitchen, Rene and Jacques had stopped work to eavesdrop. The swinging door had been left open so Jacques could hear any summons. They heard the thump, thump thump of Su Lin’s heavy platforms rapidly bumping on the hardwood floor in the hall. “Your Mistress seems to be dealing with some issues before her party progresses.  Perhaps we can slow our preparations.”

Janet dragged Su Lin down the hall, told her to stand with her hands on the doorframe of Janet’s bedroom.  She marched into Richard’s bedroom and asked, “Where’s your belt, your heavy cop belt? I don’t have time to go downstairs.  Richard opened a drawer, pulled out his belt and folded it inside out. “Use it like this. I don’t want the finished side messed up.   Mind if I watch?”

She smiled at her brother, “Not at all. Come on.”

Janet had Su Lin facing the doorframe, bent forward with her ass pushed out and up. The six-inch heels raised her ass up to the perfect height.  She held Su Lin’s shirt up with one hand as she applied the belt with the other.

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