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Reading notes:
1. 'All things must pass' and both my co-author, sissy Simon(e) and I feel that this story has reached a natural conclusion. We dedicate the whole serial to my dear departed friend and one-time HotWife, Nicola, who also owned Simon(e).
2. As always, we must point out that all players in this fictional saga are aged 18 or older, and all sexual acts are consensual.
The invitations to the party for the combined wedding anniversary and official opening of The Manor had been sent out. HotWife Marie and her sissy cuckold Charles, now forever known by his initials as Cunt, were about to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. In addition, the huge property that they had bought in Cwm Pechod had, at last, been totally renovated and modernised to the exact and very specific design that Marie, Mistress of The Manor, had specified. It was time to invite her small and very exclusive group of friends to help her celebrate these two milestones. She felt a shiver of delightful anticipation as she lay in her massive bed and waited for her sissy cuckold to bring her early morning cup of tea.
Early morning tea in bed was one of Marie's immovable rituals. It was served to her by Cunt in a bone china cup, whilst he was allowed to join her, lapping his out of the thick porcelain dog bowl which bore his name. Whilst they drank their tea, Marie would set out her plans for that day, and Cunt would ensure that everything that his beloved HotWife Mistress and Owner desired, came to pass.
Marie sipped her tea, savouring the subtle flavours of chamomile which Dr Sara Walters had assured her would help with the stress that transforming The Manor had caused. She smiled to herself. As with most things, Dr Sara knew what she was talking about. Marie had never felt better. She owned a submissive sissy whom she regularly cuckolded. She was able to satisfy her love of inflicting pain during her regular maintenance punishment sessions with Cunt. She also denied her cuckold any sexual satisfaction, keeping him cock locked twenty four seven, and milking him via prostate massage once a month. Life was perfect, and today she had plans which were about to come to fruition, and which, she hoped, would be amusing and entertaining for her friends at the party this coming weekend.
Marie finished her tea, and put the cup down gently onto the saucer that was on her bedside table. She clicked her fingers and said softly.
"Up here, Cunt. I need to pee."
Her cuckold scrambled to his feet and hurriedly wiped his wet face with the back of his hand. No matter how hard he tried, lapping tea from his dog bowl always made a hell of a mess, and he knew what his HotWife didn't want to sit on a wet face.
He lay down and watched as her smooth pink cunt with its pair of puffy plump lips was lowered onto his face. He adjusted his position so that his mouth engulfed the whole of her cunt. Mistress Marie didn't need to remind him that he would be in severe trouble if the merest droplet of her golden rain escaped and stained her bed linen.
Cunt extended his tongue and licked all the way down her slit, opening her up and causing her to shiver with pleasure. And then she started to pee. An initial trickle soon turned into a steady stream, and Cunt swallowed manfully, savouring the strong taste of the first pee of the day. He successfully ingested every drop and licked his HotWife dry.
Marie waited until Cunt had finished his licking and she wriggled off his face. She looked at him and smiled.
"Go and brush your teeth, and then you can get started on breakfast. I'm going to have a quick shower and by the time I get downstairs, I expect my usual to be on the table. Oh, and ask your mother if she and Gillian would like to have breakfast with us. If I remember rightly, she said she quite fancied coming with us today."
"Yes Mistress," answered Cunt, not able to hide a shiver of delight as he thought of how humiliating it was going to be to be taken shopping not only by his HotWife, but by Mummy and her girlfriend too.
He brushed his teeth thoroughly, and rinsed with mouthwash. Then he went down to the huge kitchen and began to prepare breakfast for Marie. Whilst he waited for the kettle to boil, he picked up the internal phone and pressed B which stood for bedroom in the Granny flat where his Mummy lived with Gillian. He heard the ring tone which meant that the connection had been made, and then this was replaced Mummy's cut glass tones.
"Yes?"
"Good morning, Mummy," Cunt said eagerly. "Mistress Marie wondered if you and Gillian would like to join her for breakfast. And do you still intend coming shopping with us this morning?"
"That sounds very agreeable," Mummy replied. "We'll be about twenty minutes. Gillian is due to give me my morning worship in a minute. So can you hold breakfast until your mother has had at least one orgasm?"
"Of course, Mummy," replied Cunt, feeling his cock lock tighten as he thought of Gillian licking and sucking Mummy to orgasm. "Mistress istanbul travesti is in the shower, and she'll be at least twenty minutes, I'd imagine.
"Well get to preparing breakfast, then, " Mummy said sternly. "You don't want to make your HotWife angry. We'll see you in twenty"
Breakfast was served by Cunt twenty two minutes later. There was juice, fresh fruit and yogurt, toast and marmalade and a pot of freshly brewed coffee for Marie and Theodora. Cunt had his cereal in his breakfast doggy bowl, and he lapped his coffee from another bowl. Gillian, although a slave, was female, so she was permitted to sit at the table to eat her portion of wholegrain cereal and pineapple juice. As usual, she drank her Mistress's golden rain, which was served warm and fresh, direct from source into her special container, which was labelled "Piss Slut".
After breakfast, Gillian and Cunt were sent to wash up the dishes and tidy the kitchen whilst Marie and Theodora planned their shopping expedition.
When the two submissives returned, they were both sent to dress in order to accompany their Owners to the shops. Both received very specific instructions as to what they should wear.
When they all piled into Marie's new hybrid 4x4, Cunt drove whilst Marie and Theodora cuddled on the back seat and Gillian knelt between them and offered fingers and her tongue for their pleasure.
"Where to, Mistress?" asked Cunt respectfully, and he smiled when Marie told him that they had an appointment with Marlene and Sharon at the sex shop where Marie had chosen Cunt's first cock locks, which he had of course, paid for.
Cunt parked in the car park they had found when they first visited the sex shop, and the little party made its way along the street and entered the shop. Marie was by now a regular customer, and Sharon smiled as she realised who it was that had just come in.
"Hiya babe," she said cheerfully. "What can I do for you today?"
Marie explained what she had in mind and Sharon giggled.
"Fucking hell," she said, "I'm glad you're not my Mistress. Marlene does dom me sometimes when she's bored with her sub, but I can't take the level of pain she dishes out to him. I reckon your subby is a real masochist."
Theodora smiled proudly.
"My son has been brought up properly," she said pointedly. "And my lovely daughter-in-law has moulded and trained him beautifully. "
She looked around at the huge selection of toys and sex aides that were on display and available for purchase.
"Tell me, my dear," she continued, "where do you keep your range of nipple clamps? I need a new set for my girlfriend here. Preferably ones that can be tightened gradually and which won't slip off when I'm using them like reins to ride her from behind."
Sharon looked at the mature lady in awe. Her upper class accent, her beautifully cut dress and her immaculate make-up didn't actually square with her being a domme in Sharon's experience. But it took all sorts, Sharon knew, so she told Theodora where to find the nipple clamps, and watched in awe as Theodora led her girlfriend off to peruse what was on offer.
"She's really fucking hot " whispered Sharon to Marie, who grinned in agreement. "Does she take on casuals, do you know?" continued Sharon. "She could clamp my nipples and ride me anytime!"
"I'll ask her if you like," replied Marie, "but she and Gillian are truly in love. Theodora's never going to dismiss her, so at best, you'd be an occasional extra!"
"That would be better than what I'm getting at the moment," replied Sharon, "which is absolutely fuck all! I've even thought about going back on the game. Marlene says I'd be mad to do that, but a girl has needs!"
Their conversation was interrupted when the door opened, and Marlene came in. She grinned when she saw Marie and waved.
"Hiya babe," she smiled. "I got your message. I've just been out to the chemist to get some anti bac gel. Everything you ordered has arrived. I'll just make sure that we're not disturbed."
She turned back to the door of the shop, turned the sign that was hanging there from 'Open -Come on in!' to 'Closed, sorry. Come back soon!' and then locked them all in. She gave Sharon a peck on the mouth and said, "Sorry babe. I should have asked before I locked the door. There's no-one else in is there?"
Sharon jerked her head in the direction of the nipple clamp area.
"Marie's mother-in-law and her girlfriend are looking at the clamps," she said. "She's seriously fucking hot. Very posh, but she knows her kink alright!"
"That's alright then," replied Marlene. "She's hardly going to complain about what we are going to do, is she"
Marlene waddled across the shop floor, pausing to look at Marie's cuckold, who stood meekly at his hot wife's side. He had no idea of what was going to happen.
"My word, Cunt, you really are developing a fine set of tits," Marlene grinned, reaching out to fondle Cunt's chest. "How big are they now?"
"32AA, Mistress," replied Cunt proudly. travesti istanbul "Dr Sara's hormone diet is working perfectly according to what I am told. My tits will get a bit bigger over time and my balls continue to shrink. I want to be the perfect shape for my beautiful HotWife."
Marlene winked at Marie.
"I'll just go and wash my hands and get the equipment," she said with a grin. "Do you want to get Cunt ready?"
She disappeared into the staff area behind the counter, and Marie turned to her cuckold and smiled.
"You want to please me, don't you, Cunt?" she asked in her little girl voice that she only used when she knew what she was asking was going to be very painful for her cuckold.
"Of course, Mistress," he replied eagerly, and Sharon snorted in amusement.
"Take your shirt and bra off," commanded Marie, in a much sterner tone, and Cunt obeyed immediately. He stood there proudly, his newly developing tits exposed to all and sundry, and Sharon made sure she had a good eyeful of what was on display.
"Fuck me!" she said in amazement, "what's happened to his nipples? They're fucking massive!"
"Oh that'll be the nipple pump that Sara recommended me to get for him," replied Marie carelessly. "Marlene managed to source a very expensive one from the States. I've got Cunt on a four times daily two hour session. I want his nipples to get to as close to the size of his little boi clit as possible."
Sharon snorted again. "From what I remember that's about three inches and thin!" she giggled, and Marie shook her head.
"His hormone diet means that it's got even smaller," she said sadly. "Want to see?"
She clicked her finger at Cunt and muttered "Boi clit. Out. Now!" and as Cunt lowered his trousers and then his frilly pink panties, Marie took the key to his cock lock off the chain she now constantly wore around her ankle, and removed his plastic cock lock.
"That reminds me, Sharon," she said, "this one is far too big now. When he gets a hard-on he barely fills this sheath. Will you order me a new one, please? I wonder do they do extra, extra small?"
Sharon reached under the counter and brought out a catalogue. The two women were searching amongst the chastity device section when Theodora and Gillian wandered back to the counter.
Theodora looked at her son proudly.
"I do so approve of your tits, Cunt," she smiled. "Dr Sara is such a clever lady. And look, your little boi clit barely stirs these days. It really is just for decorative purposes, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mummy," replied Cunt meekly.
Sharon's face was a picture as she listened to this exchange between mother and son.
Marlene re-appeared, pulling on a pair of surgical gloves as she came into the shop.
"All ready?" she asked brightly. "Oh, how sweet! Cunt's got his boi clit out for an airing!"
Everyone giggled, and Cunt's face went a deep shade of crimson. His little boi clit twitched.
Marlene looked at Theodora and smiled.
"You must be Cunt's mother," she said. "What a great job you've done bringing up such a beautiful sissy!"
"Not my doing at all, my dear," replied Theodora. "The credit must go to my beautiful daughter-in-law. She's trained Cunt in a way I ought to have done with my ex-husband. But that's all water under the bridge now. I have Gillian to take care of my needs these days!"
Gillian blushed, and handed Marlene a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps.
"We'll take these, please," she said shyly. "Madam T particularly likes the way that they can be tightened to squeeze the nipple almost flat, according to the picture on the box!"
Marlene shook her head.
"I've sterilised my hands, and I've got these gloves on," she said. "Wait until I've finished with Cunt, and I'll be happy to serve you."
She turned back to Marie. "You won't be able to put those nipple pumps on for a couple of days," she said. "Will that spoil your party plans?"
"No, not at all," replied Marie. "I just want him labelled and on display on Saturday night!"
"Great!" exclaimed Marlene. "Let's get on with it then. Your box is there, if you want to see how they look. You can open it, but please don't touch them. They're sterile and they need to stay that way until I've fitted them."
Marie picked up the box that was on the counter, opened it and gave a gasp of delight.
"Oh, Marlene," she said delightedly, "they're beautiful. Thank you for arranging this! Look everybody!"
She turned the box carefully around so that everyone, including Cunt, could see the contents. Inside, lying on a bed of hard plastic were two golden badges. One read "Maries Cunt"; the other said "Sissy Slut".
Marlene grinned at everyone's approval, and said to Marie, "They're lovely, aren't they? I'm sorry about the 'Maries' bit. It was just too difficult to get the apostrophe in!
Theodora looked at Marlene with approval.
"You made these, my dear?"
Marlene nodded. "I'm not merely a fat bitch who works in a sex store," she istanbul travestileri grinned, "I have a degree in fine art too. It's just that there isn't much call for the type of art I like to make! And I meet such lovely people in my other job!"
Marlene looked at Marie. "Shall we do this?"
In turn, Marie looked at Cunt. "I want you to wear my tokens," she said. "I want the world to know that you are a sissy slut, and that you belong to me!"
Cunt grinned. He said nothing, but the way his cock twitched spoke volumes. He thrust his new chest out proudly.
Marlene rubbed some anti bac gel on his left nipple and began to rub it in. It reacted to her fingers and stiffened nicely. Pinching it and pulling it out, Marlene used her piercing tool to shoot a thick metal bar through Cunt's large areola. She then clipped the first badge to that and pulled and the badge slipped through the hole.
Unclipping the bar, Marlene began to readjust her artwork, and in no time at all Cunt's left nipple bore the legend 'Maries Cunt'. Her name sat on top of the nipple, his below. The nipple protruded proudly between them.
"How does that look?" Marlene asked, stepping back to give Marie a better look.
"Perfect," sighed Marie happily, "I love the way you've designed it so that his nipple sticks through."
"When they've healed, you can take them out and resume his nipple development," Marlene said, " so there's no reason why you couldn't pump them until they're long enough for your taste."
She fiddled with the newly inserted badge and there was a sharp click.
"There," she said with satisfaction. "That can't slip off now. I'll need to see him in about six weeks or so, to put a permanent clasp on it, so that you can take them out whenever you want to. In the meantime, keep moving it back and forth like this, to keep the hole open."
She demonstrated the required movement, and Cunt winced.
"Stings, doesn't it?" she grinned.
Marlene quickly and efficiently inserted the other badge and Cunt was made to parade up and down the shop, displaying his new tokens of servitude. They were very sore and his nipples throbbed painfully at every step, but his full cock lock was a dead giveaway as to how he really felt.
After his display, Marlene taped a surgical pad over each nipple and advised Marie to leave them in place until Saturday.
"You should manipulate the badges every couple of hours, like I showed you," she said, "and when you take the pads off to do that, give him a squirt of anti bac each time. He'll not be able to wear his bra for a while either."
Marie thanked Marlene and instructed Cunt to pay the lady. She reminded him that his Mummy intended to get a new set of nipple clamps for Gillian, and that he should pay for them too.
Marlene stripped off her surgical gloves and dropped them in the bin.
"Hang on a minute," she said, and disappeared into the staff area behind the counter.
She returned after a minute or so with a box in her hands.
"I think these may be more up your girlfriend's street," she smiled, handing the box to Theodora. "They're a new line, and they only came in this week. We haven't had time to put them out yet."
Theodora opened the box and saw two metal rings. Each had a ratchet on them which when tightened decreased the circumference of the ring. Marlene took one out of the box and slipped it over Theodora's finger.
"You put it over your girlfriend's nipple like so," she began, and then when you tighten this ratchet..." She grinned at Theodora's look of surprise.
"They've got little lumps on the inside!" she said in an awed voice.
"Which press into the nipple all the way around," finished Marlene, adding, "and they're not sharp enough to break the skin, but they're very uncomfortable after five minutes of wearing them, according to the publicity!"
"I'll take them!" grinned Theodora, winking at Gillian, who smiled uncertainly.
The bill was settled and the small party were let out of the shop by Sharon, who reversed the sign on the door once more, to show that they were open for business again. Marie kissed Marlene and Sharon, thanked them again for their support and their help, and told them that she'd see them both again on Saturday for the party.
"It was very kind of you to invite us," smiled Marlene, "we're really looking forward to it."
"After all the advice and help you've given me, it was the least I could do," replied Marie. "We'll see you both on Saturday at about seven o'clock, ok?"
Saturday morning dawned sunny and fine, and The Manor was a hive of activity. When Theodora and Gillian came across to the main house from the luxurious granny flat where they both now lived, they found a number of overnight arrivals sitting down at the breakfast table in the sunny kitchen.
"Debby! Stephanie! How lovely to see you again," said Theodora with a grin. "When did you two arrive?"
"Hi Theodora," replied Debby, and Stephanie who had a mouthful of toast at the time, smiled and waggled her slim, elegant fingers in greeting. "We got here about nine o' clock last evening. Steph and I came over at the beginning of the week, and we've spent a few days in London before coming down to Cwm Pechod."