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Home Education
(Melissa DuVant)
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Home Education Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Chapter Three: Rough Preparation Chapter Five: Manners Maketh the Man Chapter Six: Never Quite Enough Chapter Seven: Party for Three Chapter Eight: Key Life Skills Chapter Nine: Visiting Elsewhere Chapter Ten: A House of Refinement Chapter Eleven: The Personal Touch Chapter Thirteen: Frustrated Vengeance Chapter Fourteen: Stamina Training Chapter Fifteen: Promises of Rewards Chapter Sixteen: An Evening's Entertainment Chapter Seventeen: An Unwanted Entrance Chapter Eighteen: Training Getting Hard Chapter Nineteen: Tormented Teasing Chapter Twenty: An Eventual Reward The Young Miss and Her Boy: Caged in Sunlight (Unfree Preview) Thanks to littleone and his mistress for commissioning this! Why couldn't he just have gotten the train like normal? Virtually everyone else had already left, the campus deserted except for the post-grad students, what had once been bustling and busy lecture halls and hallways now empty. He checked his phone again - I'll pick you up @ 13:00. Be at the main square. He hadn't recognized the number, but another message had come through from his dad: Business in Hong Kong. Be nice to Eloise, I know you've not met her, and it was a quick romance but she's my wife now. He fiddled with the zip of his suitcase - at least it had been easy to pack everything up, and dump most of the rest of his stuff into storage until he came back next year. He was only home for a few months before the next academic year. From what dad had said, "Eloise" was in her mid-forties, someone that he'd met through business. Well, she couldn't be as bad as the last one - a crazed gold-digger, barely older than Jonathan himself and a ditzy airhead to boot. At least it had been a swift marriage, over and done with in a few months. A large car rolled up, blacked-out windows glinting in the sunlight. It was moving far too fast for the narrow, twisty road around the student shops and admin buildings, screeching around the roundabout, before skidding to a stop next to him. The door opened, and a woman stepped out. She was taller than he was, wearing well-cut dark jeans and knee-high leather boots over the top, a tight, black jumper showing off decent-sized breasts. Her eyes were hidden behind large sunglasses, looking at him, half her face hidden from view, bright red lips curved in a slight smile. 'Jonathan? Let me throw your bag in the back. There's something else in there I'd rather not get damaged.' She walked over, tall enough, especially with her heels, to be able to look down at him, over a head taller than him. He stood up and extended his hand, which she took - her palm was smooth and soft, nails neatly manicured, painted a bright red. Her grip was surprisingly strong as she gripped his hand for a moment before releasing. She easily lifted his bag and walked towards the boot. When he went to help her, she shook her head. 'Go get in the car.' It looked like the sort of thing that celebrities drove around in, high off the ground, the windows blacked out, a metal crate held on the back seat by a seatbelt. It was high enough off the ground that he would have to step up into it. It looked equipped to drive through a zombie apocalypse! As he opened the door, he felt a sudden presence behind himself, the woman suddenly close behind him, an arm on his shoulder. 'Hmm, you must work out? Running, was it? That would explain your leanness. Although maybe you should do more weights?' She squeezed his arms, before running a hand down his chest. 'Well, we'll be living together for a while, so I suppose I can help train you.' He could feel the strength in her body, the denseness of her muscles - she must work out herself? She didn't seem excessively muscly, but had a definite strength to her body. 'Um, thanks, uh...' 'Oh, Eloise is fine. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be nice and close soon enough.' She felt his chest again, her hand suddenly underneath his shirt, nails tickling along his belly. 'Hmm, nice and trim here.' He tried to back away, but her grip was too strong, her nail sliding around the rim of his navel. 'Um, yeah. I'm on the running team...' He could see better into the interior darkness now - along with the metal crate, there were several thick bundles of rope, as well as some metal things beneath the rope, the inside too dark to make out any details. Was she into mountain climbing or something? 'Now, let's get you sorted for transport.' Metal prongs bit into his back. A moment later, lightning slammed into his spine. He sank forward, feeling her supporting her weight as all strength left his body. He couldn't even gasp in pain, his lungs flaring with agony. Leather slide over his face, blinding him, the scent wafting into his nostrils, along with something sickly-sweet, making him feel woozy. *** Sense started to return. His head throbbed, his mouth was dry, some awful aftertaste lingering in his throat. Soft leather was pressed against his face, wrapping and containing his head. When he tried to move his hands, he found they were tied behind his back, metal cuffs digging into his wrists, a short chain linking them. Something had been shoved into his mouth, feeling soft and lacy, a strangely earthy aftertaste there. When he tried to spit it out, he found he couldn't, the leather hood in the way. He was sat up, straps keeping him in place, the car vibrating beneath him. 'Mmmppphhh!' What the hell was going on? There had been the throbbing bite of electricity, then that sweet scent, and now... A hand slid over his thighs, and he flushed, suddenly aware that his trousers and underwear had been removed, his cock dangling loose. Nails teased against his outer thighs as blood rushed to his face. 'Hmmm, I do hope you're a grower, that's a bit of a disappointment.' A finger tapped his flaccid cock, flicking it upwards before it slapped back into place. 'Mppphh!' 'Oh? You should be flattered. There's not many that I allow to enjoy the taste of me. Riding commando certainly makes things a little more thrilling.' His tongue probed at the material wadded into his mouth - lacy and frilly, a taste of sweat and something else. 'Mpphhh!' What had been pushed into there? What could he taste? He tried pushing his tongue against it, trying to force the stuff out, but he couldn't. His mouth was fully sealed, forcing him to breath through his nostrils. 'I hope you won't be too much of a problem.' The hand stroked his belly, under his t-shirt, tweaking a nipple before moving back down between his thighs. 'Good strong muscle here. It's nice to have good material to work with.' Her hand slid between his legs, and he tensed his thighs, trying to keep her away from his crotch. Sharp fingers pinched at his thighs. 'None of that! I'll be looking after you for a while. Unless you want me to be harsh? Some people do like that sort of thing.' She had managed to slide her hand between his thighs now, twisting her wrist until she had cupped his ballsack. The car suddenly wrenched as they turned a sharp corner, her hand squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. 'Nice and sensitive! Although I'm not a fan of all those hairs - they'll have to come off. Boys should be nice and smooth. Maybe you should start swimming as well? You'd look good nice and wet.' Her hand enclosed his sack, nails not quite digging in enough to hurt, but making his eyes prickle with tears. 'Don't worry, I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun together.' She began to squeeze and relax her grip, using a finger to stroke his cock. 'Mmmppphhh!' He tried to protest, but couldn't form any words, a nail skimming along the underside of his shaft. 'Shhhh, boy. Just relax and enjoy this. After all, I'm sure you don't have much actual experience, do you?' He flushed even more, the hood seeming tight as he blushed, his cock starting to harden. 'Oh, very good! Certainly easier than having to use pills. I do like an attentive young man.' He tried tensing his thighs again, but she squeezed his balls hard enough to make him gasp. 'A little bit of fighting back can be cute, but don't get carried away.' The pressure continued, nails digging into his soft skin. It hurt, the points jabbing into his testicles, a soreness that threatened to get worse, fast, with only a little more force. 'We can establish some better rules once we're home.' The vehicle swerved, his cock not yet hard enough to be fully erect, slapping from side to side. Her grip shifted, releasing his balls and grabbing his shaft, squeezing the hardening meat. He grunted, trying to will it away, wishing he didn't react so obviously to the stimulation. She squeezed, his cock growing against the warm grip of her head, a thumb brushing against his crown. He shivered and gasped, twisting his shoulders, feeling the straps holding him tighten. He tried moving his hands again, but the cuffs around his wrists were unrelenting, the metal biting harshly into his skin. 'Oh, I'm not letting you go easily. If you prove yourself a good boy, then you might be allowed a little more independence, but you will have to earn that. Your father allowed you, I think, a little too much freedom, so I'll have to be more strict. No pornography, of course, and I'll be monitoring your diet closely. And no masturbation, either. If you're good enough to be worthy of it, then I can tend to your needs myself.' He was getting hard now, cock stiff in her grip. 'Mmmm, you are a grower! Nice and large and stiff, I'm sure you will be satisfying. I have some friends that I'm sure would love to spend some time with a youth like yourself. Are you a virgin?' The heat was now suffusing his entire face - if it hadn't been for the hood, his furious blush would have been obvious, but he could feel the burning blush, leather tight and close against his head, sweat trickling down his face. He tried to wriggle his hips, but her grip on his cock was too strong. She chuckled. 'Oh, such a sweet young thing you are.' Her hand started to slide up and down his shaft, playing with his foreskin. 'If you're a good boy, you might be allowed to come. Although only if you obey.' 'Mmmppphhh!' He tried to shift away again, wincing at the pain as he moved, her grip still tight on his cock. 'Don't be rude, now. After all, I'm looking after you for the summer. It's my responsibility to make sure that you become a decent young man, able to please your lovers. You look so wonderful and soft, it will be a delight to train you. I want to get my hands all over that flesh of yours!' She sounded far too excited, a thumb skimming over his cock-head, making his breath hitch. 'I'll have to take particular care of this. So sensitive!' Her stroking pumps got more regular and rhythmic, the car now vibrating as it hit top speed, racing down a motorway. The straps that bound him were tight enough that he couldn't get away, even if he was willing to suffer the pain from having his cock wrenched. And he could feel the orgasm starting to build within him, his hips starting to pivot on their own, having to suck in air through his nostrils, his head feeling light and hazy. And then she let go, his cock suddenly free, in contact with nothing but air, release so close but denied him. 'Mppphhh...' 'Not yet, Jonathan. Such pleasure must be earned! And I'd rather not have you make a mess over the seats - properly cleaning leather is hard work.' She flicked his cock, making it bob from side to side, still desperate for just that little bit more stimulation to get him over the edge. 'Mmpphh!' 'It's nice to see you so eager! Keep that attitude and I'm sure we'll get on fabulously. Now, I just need you to be nice and quiet for the rest of the trip.' 'Mmpppph!' Fingers fumbled around his neck, the hood pulling upwards for a moment. He tried to spit out the spit-soaked fabric, but fingers pushed something dry and chalky into his mouth before the hood was pulled down again. 'That should dissolve soon enough, and the next thing you know, you'll be home, and we can start to have some fun.' He could taste something, heavy and gritty, and tried not to swallow, even as more spittle filled his mouth. When he had no choice, he swallowed, feeling wooziness start to swell up in his brain, his cock shrinking as everything faded to black. The throbbing in Jonathan's head was even more intense now, his mouth dry. He was on his back now, something soft beneath him, the hood still on his head, something forcing his mouth open. What was going on? He tried moving, his hands cuffed still, but in front of himself now. He patted himself down - he had his own t-shirt on, but nothing below the waist. It took some twisting around, but he managed to get his fingers underneath the neck of the hood and twist and tweak it open, getting the cord open without strangling himself. The air into his mouth was fresh and warm, as he eased it wider, grunting and shifting around on the soft surface. Something snagged around his ankle, restraining his movement. Jonathan kicked his leg experimentally - a chain clinked, limiting his movements. Was he chained to something? Jonathan managed to get the hood off, his face and head feeling sweaty and grimy. There was a collar around his neck, locked tight. Spit was caked around his mouth, a fat rubbery lump shoved between his teeth. He looked around - he was in a bedroom, on top of a four-poster bed. The walls were painted a bland off-white, blinds down but letting enough daylight in that he could see. There was a heavy wooden wardrobe and several metal chests. Around one ankle was a leather ankle-cuff, a padlock sealing it there. He tried getting it off, but the padlock was too tough to break. The thing in his mouth couldn't be removed - the strap around his head had a lock on, the metal not yielding to his tugs. Where the hell was he? That crazy bitch! Had he been kidnapped? The chain was only a few feet long - just about long enough to let him stand, but he couldn't move far from the bed. There was a door into a shower-room, a large head above a tilted floor to let the water drain away. Another closed door was probably the exit - but there was no way he could get that far. The chain was attached to one of the bed posts, a metal cuff scratching the wood. He tried twisting the metal cuff, twisting and pulling on it, but all it did was scratch the wood. The blinds were out of reach as well, so he couldn't even see where he was. His suitcase was in the far corner, just as out of reach as everything else. Was it worth shouting for help? Or would that crazy woman show up? The door opened, smoothly swinging open, Eloise stepping through. She was still dressed in the jeans, boots and tight sweater, her large breasts shaping the wool. 'Ah, you're awake. You're a bit smaller than most I've played with, so I wasn't sure how long it would take you to recover. Although you've taken your hood off, you naughty boy.' She wagged a finger at him while shaking her head. 'I had hoped to be here when you awoke, but my other guest needed some persuasion. Her accommodation is rather less comfortable than yours though. She is something of a side-project though - you will be my main concern.' 'Fupphhh opphh!' His tongue pressed against the rubber ball, enough that he could sort-of talk. 'Naughty boy! Bad language, and trying to escape. I think you need some punishment. Now, this is my house, and while you are living here, you will obey my rules. And naughty boys get spanked.' She approached, and he raised his hands trying to fend her off. She simply grabbed one of his hands and twisted, wrenching him off-balance and pushing him back. The back of his legs hit the bed and she twisted him around, moving beneath him so that he was over her knee. He tried to fight her off, but she was too strong, simply holding him in place. 'Some people enjoy this.' She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls. 'Now, be a good boy, or I'll start to squeeze.' Her nails were sharp against his soft skin. 'And you need a trim down here as well. I'll have to give you a shave soon.' As he continued to struggle, her grip tightened, starting to crush his sack. 'Ouuppphhhh!' He could feel the pain intensifying, her palm and fingers steadily increasing the pressure, until he went limp, her knees pressing against his naked stomach. She gave a final squeeze, making him grunt in pain, before she released. 'That'll earn you a few more spanks! Silly little boy.' She slapped her hand against his buttocks, a sharp and stinging slap. 'I think twenty should be a good start. And if that isn't enough, then I'll see how you take to the cane.' Her hand slapped against his backside again and again in a swift and steady rhythm. He lost count of the impacts, feeling tears stinging from his eyes, his skin flaring with pain. He heard himself crying and panting, sobbing around the gag. 'Now, I hope that's taught you your place. You are going to be a cute little thing to train. And if you're a good boy...' She slapped his butt again, then reached between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. 'You're a healthy boy, so I'm sure you'll want to earn some pleasure.' Her fingers were warm and skilled, stirring up a warmth inside of him, something that he could focus on rather than the humiliating stinging of pain from his buttocks. She withdrew her hand, tapping him on the cheek. A set of leather straps dangled from her hand. 'This is a cock-leash. A way to make sure that you stay under control.' He tried to stand up again, but she shoved him down, before wrapping leather bands against his balls, and the base of his shaft. She tightened them as she stroked his cock, the thing swelling, making the bands painfully tight. 'I do hope you will be nice and obedient? Now, I'd like to introduce you to someone else.' She tugged on the leash again. 'Will you be a good boy, or do I need to punish you more?' A hand tapped his backside, reigniting a flare of pain. 'I expect an answer when I ask you a question.' She slapped his backside, making him grunt in pain. 'Yeph!' 'Good boy. Now stand up.' He slowly obeyed, hands dropping to his waist, where the leather cords snagged around his sensitive flesh. His hands dropped to his waist, wanting to get the thing off. She took his wrists and wrenched them upwards, clipping them to his collar. 'If you're going to misbehave, then I might need to train you further.' She cupped his balls, breathing gently onto his cock, the warmth breath enveloping him, making him hot and hard, the leash biting even harder. With the leash still around her wrist, she reached into her pocket for a key, unlocking the chain that bound his ankle. 'Come with me.' She pulled on the leash and walked away, leaving him no choice but to follow as the cords bit deep, making his eyes water with pain. He followed along behind her, staying close to try and make the pain less, his hands clipped to his collar. She led him outside, into a long hallway - the place was well-furnished, a large house with lots of windows to let light in, a wide staircase leading downwards to an entrance hall. Through a window he could a lawn outside, a gravel drive with her car parked up. A gleaming kitchen could be glimpsed through another doorway, a huge living room with a massive TV - did she live here alone? Then down a narrow stairway, and she produced another key, unlocking a heavy metal door. Cool air rushed out, making him shiver, still wearing only a thin t-shirt. The door opened, into a large basement, lit by bare bulbs. At the far end were several cages, currently empty, while a variety of BDSM tools and items were lined up along the walls. Cuffed by her wrists to a metal pipe was a young woman, dressed in a tight silver dress, barely covering her thighs, tousled brown hair falling down past her shoulders, a heavy band of leather over her mouth. As Eloise entered, she grunted, shaking her wrists to rattle the chain as she stood up, as much as she could. 'Hmmm, I was told you were spirited.' 'Mmmpphhh!' 'Yes, yes, give me a moment. Your previous master said you were well-trained?' 'Mpphh!' They nodded. 'So you'll behave?' They nodded again. 'Good. Then you can help me with this one.' Eloise tugged on the leash to make Jonathan move forward, pushing him by the shoulders. He could see the other woman's eyes light up, focusing on his cock as he was pushed forward. He tried breaking free, but Eloise's power was too much, her fingers digging into his shoulders. 'I'm told this one is called Emily. She will be helping out around the place, and helping to train you. I'm told she's a cockslut, so you might even get lucky and get to enjoy that lovely body of hers.' The leash was tied to a hook on the ceiling, forcing him to stand on tip-toes or his balls would get stretched out by the cords. He twisted around, hands grasping at empty air as Eloise moved to unlock Emily. 'I will supply more appropriate clothing. While you are attractive, I don't really think that "party slut" is an appropriate look.' The gag was removed from Emily's mouth, spittle dribbling down her chin, into the low neckline of the sleek dress, staining her tanned skin. 'Yes, Mistress.' Her eyes were still on Jonathan, focusing on his cock. 'How may I serve?' 'Strip and tease him. If you make him come, then I'll beat you, but I'm told you're skilled enough that you will be able to manage.' Emily's smile was predatory. 'Yes, Mistress.' She stood, shaking out her hair before stalking towards him, swaying her hips. She was wearing 4-inch stilettos, looking down at him with a teasing smile. Her makeup was mussed and worn, her mascara having run around her eyes, lipstick smeared from the gag. 'May I remove this thing, Mistress Eloise?' She plucked at his t-shirt. 'You may.' Her hands grabbed his shirt, ripping away at the cloth, easily tearing it, leaving him naked, still forced onto tip-toes. 'He is a pretty thing, Mistress.' 'He's mine, not yours. Follow my orders and I might let you have some fun though.' Emily ran her tongue over her lips, leaning in and licking one of his nipples, before kissing it, nibbling the flesh, drawing back to stretch it out. Then she released him, and started to rub herself against his body. Her dress was sleek and smooth against his skin, rubbing against his cockhead. Then she twisted and lifted her dress up, looking back at him seductively as she ground her ass against him. His arousal stirred, cock hardening despite the pain from the leash, and how tightly the cords bit. Her long nails, painted a pale blue, scratched against his belly, before she cupped his balls. She twisted around again, opening her mouth wide and running her tongue over her lips before licking at his crown. The warmth and wetness sent an electric shock through him, his hips trying to drive forward, suddenly with a life of their own. She drew back, still only lightly licking at him, twisting her head to let her hair fall over his cock, now painfully erect. Eloise spoke from behind her, a heavy leather collar in her hands. 'Remember, he is not allowed to climax. You may tease, but no more.' Emily's voice was slightly warped by having his tip in her mouth as she responded. 'Yes, Mistress.' Even the brushing of her lips, the passage of air, was another painfully sweet sensation, stirring him up further. She took his length further in, tightening her lips and swilling her tongue over him. He whimpered, wanting to push further in, but the leash was too tight, forcing him to stay on tiptoes, as the wetness of her tongue rolled around. She withdrew with a pop, as Eloise walked up close and grabbed her hair, pushing her forward again. With a squeak of protest, she took him deeper into her mouth, two inches in now, tongue lapping down his shaft. The leather creaked as it snapped around her neck, forcing her to hold her head high and stiff. 'Now, Jonathan. Emily will be helping to train you. If she ever exceeds her boundaries, do let me know and I will punish her. But she comes highly recommended, and well-trained, so I'm sure that won't happen. And I have more of a preference for men, myself.' She pushed Emily's head further forward, breath from her nostrils gushing over his cock. He could feel the imminent explosion, building within him, ready to blast into Emily's throat, and then she was wrenched back, a line of spit linking his cock to her mouth before dribbling to the floor. He tried to push forward, desperate for completion, cock rock-hard. Emily's soft mouth was out of reach though, leaving him whining and desperate. 'Jonathan, you need to learn that you are only allowed to come with permission. If you do climax without being ordered to, then measures will be taken.' She held up a string of beads on a stiff wire. 'I've never had the change to insert these, but I'm sure they would be effective in preventing any discharge. Or a metal rod, locked into that cute cock of yours.' He shook his head and whined through the gag - having something shoved into his penis? That sounded painful! 'Good, you understand me. Emily, fetch the belt.' Emily rose smoothly from her position and moved out of sight. He couldn't twist enough to see her, Eloise taking his chin in hand. 'You're going to be a lovely plaything over the summer. And if you're good, I may even let you come a few times.' She tapped his cock, painfully hard, barely able to even swing from side to side. 'This one, Mistress? Or this one?' Emily came back into sight, holding two metal things - they looked like underwear, but made of metal. One had a bar, several inches long, made up of knobbed balls, that was positioned where the butthole was, and a small bar attached by a chain on the front. The other was similar, but plainer, and with a downward-sloping pipe on the front. Eloise pointed at the second. 'That one, to start with. There should always be room for escalation, after all.' He paled when he realized how the first one would work - the thick lumps of the bar to go into the wearer's backside, and the thinner one to plug up his penis. 'Mppphhh!' 'Don't get too upset, Jonathan. After all, I could just lock you into a cage and leave you there. Instead, we all get to have a little fun.' She let the cock-leash down a bit, taking some of the strain off his legs. She grabbed his cock, still slippery with Emily's dribble. 'Have to let this down a bit, before you could even get into the belt. I'm glad that you're nice and eager though.' She tapped his cock again, before settling back. Emily pushed the chastity belt against his body - even when she tried bending his cock, there was no way it would fit into the narrow confines of the metal. The two women stared at him, the cock-leash loosened enough that his erection could slowly diminish, the cords removed, and then the metal wrapped around him in its place. It was cold, robbing the heat from his body as Emily fondled his cock, pulling it into place so that it was down the tube. He was still stiff enough that it stung slightly to have it pushed into the metal, and if he were to get erect again, he wouldn't be able to rise up properly, the pipe bent down. 'Gepphhhh opppphh!' He tried shaking his hips, but more padlocks sealed the metal around him, a bar running between his buttocks. 'Shhh, shhhh.' Eloise grabbed his throat, above his collar and wrenched him around. 'Into your cage, boy, while I teach Emily her tasks. And then...' She stroked a hand down his chest, her tickling fingers making his breath hitch. 'Some training for you.' He tried to shake his head, tears running from his eyes, but she tightened her grip until sparks started to dance in his eyes. She was too strong to fight against! She dragged him over to one of the chests, Emily darting ahead and opening it up - the inside was padded with ridged foam, so when Eloise threw him in, he sank into the padding. He was too slow to stand up, the lid coming down, locking shut above him. He tried pushing back against it, but it didn't budge. He was locked into the darkness, the walls padded, absorbing his kicks without even making a sound. What was going on? Why was he here, with that mad woman, and the other woman? He kicked, again and again, but the padding was thick and soft, and the air quickly grew hot, and it was hard to breathe. He didn't want to suffocate himself, so tried to slow his breathing. He couldn't get it off but managed to detach his hands from his collar, and then felt the metal between his legs - he could just about touch the end of his penis. The metal was unyielding though - getting an erection seemed like it would be brutally uncomfortable, if not painful! Chapter Three: Rough Preparation The box opened up, blessed air rushing in. Jonathan's head was throbbing even more now, between hunger, thirst, getting tased and now lack of air. Hands grabbed him before his eyes had adjusted, Eloise hauling him back out of the box. He couldn't resist her power, as she dragged him across the floor. 'You've pulled your cuffs free of your collar? Naughty, naughty! But it's time to prepare you, and clean you up a bit. Your need a bit of a shave downstairs. It would be unpleasant if hairs were to be cut in your chastity belt! And Emily probably won't appreciate getting hairs in her mouth while she wraps her mouth around you.' The memories of that wet tightness sent a surge of lust to his penis, which started to stiffen, pressing against the metal. He tried to think calm thoughts before it got too large and started to hurt, closing his eyes. Metal loosened from around his wrists, just for a second, before his arms were pulled around and shoved against wood, leather bands getting pulled over his wrists and elbows to hold his limbs in place. Hands pulled his legs apart, more padded leather cuffs wrapping around his ankles. 'Heeeyypphh!' He tried to protest, opening his eyes to see Eloise in front of him, Emily crouched down and wrapping more leather bands around him, just above his knees. She was changed now, dressed in a skimpy maid's outfit that highlighted her figure, cut low at front and back, leather collar around her neck and matching cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She reached up, probing a finger into his chastity belt. Eloise pinched the back of Emily's neck. 'Only with permission! You are to help train him, remember? But that means no touching without permission, if you want me to let you out of your chastity at all.' 'Yes, Mistress Eloise. Sorry, Mistress.' As Emily went to tighten the straps around him, she ran her fingers over his thighs, leaning in close, despite what she had just been told. Eloise turned away, returning with a basin of hot water and a razor. 'Emily, position him.' 'Yes, Mistress.' Emily reached behind him, and metal clicked, a padded lump shoving itself into the small of his back, pressing it forward. This shoved his body forward, straining him, and making it impossible to move at all. 'Your first task then - shave him.' Eloise produced a key and unlocked the chastity belt, pulling it off him. Without it on, he felt exposed and vulnerable, his cock now accessible. Emily reached up and tugged at his pubic hair, hard enough to hurt. 'I prefer it when men are smooth down there. So much tidier. Now get to it.' Emily flicked his testicles, making him grunt and wince in pain. 'Be a good boy, or I might slip.' She took a wet cloth from the basin and wiped his crotch down, the warm water trickling down his body as she rubbed at him. The stimulation started to have an effect, his cock hardening, starting to bend upwards. Emily held it with one hand, using the other to rub water against his pubes. 'You certainly are keen! Emily, be careful not to overstimulate him. He is only allowed to come when permitted. I know you're something of a cum-slut, but if I find you draining him without permission, I will be most upset. And I'm sure I can find something unpleasant to do to you.' She breathed on his shaft, as though buffing metal on a car, dabbing at his growing length with the flannel. 'Yes, Mistress.' Once she judged his pubes soft enough, she squirted shaving foam into her hand and carefully smeared it over his skin. Then she took a razor blade and carefully placed it against his skin, twisting and tweaking it. It rasped over his flesh, neatly slicing away the dark curls. After a few strokes, she wiped the razor through the basin, a few tufts visible in the steaming water. With the wood lodged against his back, he couldn't move his torso at all. The blade scraped and scratched away, slicing away the hairs. Eloise settled back to watch, a crop in hand, lightly tapping it against Emily's back whenever she slowed. Having the blade stripping away his hair, and removing a layer of skin as well, made him feel even more exposed and vulnerable. Emily's hand moved his cock around, keeping it out of the way as she rasped the blade over his balls, making him tingle and shiver. 'That looks much better. Emily, this will be one of your tasks - he is to be clean-shaven at all times. If I find any stray hairs, then I think some water-torture, for starters.' The razor kept moving, nipping and scratching at him, as she carefully held his sack, careful not to cut him. Hot-cold flushes of shame ran through him - he was utterly disempowered and there was nothing that he could do to prevent the changes made to his body. Finally, she was done, standing up and moving away. Her skirt was short enough that Jonathan could see a band of metal beneath it, above the lacy cuffs of silk stockings. 'Very good.' Eloise approached, towel in hand, which she used to dry him off. The soft fluff of the towel felt good against his cock, the skin of his testicles now ultra-sensitive from the skin that had been scraped off. 'This will be how you are presented from now on.' She finished drying him off, before running a nail along the top of his length, tapping it and making it bob. 'I'm glad to see that you're nice and eager. But there's some special clothing for you as well. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. If you struggle and resist, then I will use the taser again. If you cooperate though, then I will treat you more kindly.' She stroked his cock again, looking down at him, resting her other hand against his throat. 'Hmmm, I think a blindfold as well. You don't need to see, after all.' 'Npphhh!' Emily passed over a leather blindfold, which Eloise pressed against his eyes, blinding him. He could feel her hands buckling it into place, the inside padded and soft against his face. 'Well you be good?' She gripped his cock again, and then he heard the snapping zap of the taser. 'Yeph! Yeph!' Fingers pinched his nipple. 'You are to refer to me as "Mistress". I like to establish clear rules.' 'Yeph! Miphriph!' The hand stroked down his chest. 'Very good. Emily, is everything ready?' 'Yes, Mistress Eloise. Do you wish me to prepare him?' 'I think I will stay close. After all, it wouldn't do if young Jonathan were to try anything unwise.' She moved around, her hair rubbing against his shoulders, before she licked his ear. 'Your body is nice and attractive. But I think you need to be shown your place.' He heard a phut of a pump, before another hand rubbed against his chest, oil being smeared over his body, massaged into his skin. The hands reached around to the back of his body, at least as much as possible, making his body feel slippery. He tried tugging on his restraints, but they were too tight, even with the slipperiness. A hand slapped against his cheek, not too hard. 'None of that!' A hand squeezed his cock, pulling backwards to peel his foreskin away, the tightness of the grip pleasurable despite his utter lack of power. 'Emily, begin dressing him.' His ankles and knees were released, although he didn't move. A foot was lifted, some slick material stretching over his foot. He could feel it clinging to his body, getting teased up and into place, encroaching up his body. It compressed his skin, extending up to his knees, inch by inch. Soft hair brushed against his cock as Emily switched between legs, keeping the material at about the same level on each side. As she patted it onto his thighs, he felt little sharp taps against his chest - Eloise with the crop, tapping against his body. Then it gently moved against the underside of his penis, shifting it from side to side. 'Definitely a grower - impressively sized.' The tight, clinging material reached up to his hips, his cock free, getting pulled through a hole. One of his arms was freed, his hand grasped, oiled and then pushed into a glove of the same material. The fingers pulled on him, tugging his hand inwards, meaning he had to exert himself otherwise his fingers pulled inwards. Unable to see, he didn't dare move, letting the stuff envelop more and more of his body. It pushed in on his chest, stifling and confining, every breath now more of an effort. He was pulled forward, as the stuff covered his buttocks, then his back and chest, before he was completely swaddled in the stuff. It was tucked underneath his collar, before fingers brushed at his hair. 'You are obedient - something of a surprise! But I suppose you're sensible enough, at least when monitored.' He felt soft lips brush his cheek as he was kissed. 'Now, time for a walk. Hands behind your back.' Jonathan slowly obeyed, cuffs wrapping around his wrists, another pair around his upper arms, pulling his shoulders together. 'I think you need to work on your posture. And some mild exercise, to start with. And to see how you deal with latex. It looks good on you.' A hand rubbed his chest, the feeling numbed by the latex wrapped against around his body. It numbed him, and made everything feel like a strain. Fingers - strong and forceful, they must be Eloise's - felt at his genitals, before the leather bands of the cock-leash were tightened into place. Put over his fully erect cock, it hurt, biting into the skin, quickly snapping tight around his testicles. When the cords tightened, he took a forced step forward, hoping there wasn't something there to stumble over. 'Good boy. Would you like to go outside? Get some exercise?' She spoke like she was talking to a dog, her voice child-like. Maybe, if he was outside, he might be able to escape, make a run for it? 'Yeph.' The cord was yanked on, making him gasp in pain, agony flaming around his ball sack. 'Yeph! Yeph Miphtreph!' 'Much better. Remember your place. Follow the leash.' The next tug was more gentle, and he stepped forward again, his arms straining at the twin sets of cuffs around his arms. 'Emily, you as well. A little sunlight will do you good.' He was kept moving forward, trying to feel his way forward, guided by tugging on his cock and balls. The cords bit into his skin, keeping him hard, his cock straining forward. He stepped forward again, his crown suddenly tapping against rough denim. He strained his hips, shaft rubbing against Eloise's backside. 'Not yet! A little too forward.' A nail flicked against his cock, making it sway, before she kept pulling on it, leading him further forward. His foot brushed against stairs, and he managed to fumble forward, finding the next step upwards. He swayed, desperately wanting not to fall, wondering if his cock would be torn off if that happened. Every step was a trial, the pain on his balls a constant threat. It was a relief to be on level ground again, Eloise continuing to pull him forward. He strained his ears, desperate for any kind of information, hearing a door get unlocked. Cooler air brushed against his cheeks, and then gravel beneath his feet. The latex on his soles did little to protect his skin against the spiky rocks. 'Mpphh!' 'Oh, it's just a little discomfort. Or would you like more pain?' 'Npphhh! Miphtriph!' 'Then stop complaining. After all, Emily is managing in her heels.' He could hear another set of crunching behind him - it must be Emily. 'Now, a brisk walk around the house.' He could hear birdsong, but nothing else - were they in the countryside? Or in a large estate somewhere? It was hard to think between his lust and the continual pain from his crotch, being dragged forward constantly. Soon he was walking over grass rather than gravel, the stuff at least kinder on his feet. True to her word, she did set a brisk pace, and without being able to see where he was going, or when she turned, he had nothing to navigate by but the cock-leash. And Emily's hands occasionally reached out to feel his buttocks, fingers pinching at latex-bound flesh. He lost all track of time and distance, unable to tell how far he had walked, how long he had walked for, even what time of day it was. The latex dragged and pulled at him, making every step more of a fight, the stuff pulling at his body, making it more of a strain. His feet suddenly touched against gravel again, making him flinch at the stinging pressure against his soles. 'Very good. Sensible enough not to fight back. Although with this in place, running would be unwise.' Another tug on the leash made him gasp in pain. 'Now, Emily, give him his treat. A kiss on his poor, tormented dick.' He heard the rustle of fabric, and then soft, wet lips brushed against his cock. A kiss, gentle and slippery, before his crown was licked, taken partially into Emily's mouth. She rolled her tongue around it, licking and kissing, sucking her cheeks tightly. Jonathan pumped his hips, trying to push more deeply into her, but she withdrew, keeping only the tip of his cock in her mouth. He heard himself whining, the cords suddenly snapping taut, making him wince in pain. Could he even cum when the cords were that tight around the base of his shaft? Her head suddenly dipped forward, the length of his shaft enveloped in the tight wetness, just for a moment, her tongue rolling all the way around his penis. Then she withdrew, leaving his cock cool, sticky and abandoned, twitching and desperate for release. Eloise's voice, smug and powerful, spoke, close to his ear again. 'So eager, young Jonathan! But you're a virgin, aren't you? I'll be taking that, once I've trained you more.' Her hand dropped down, cupping his balls. 'I wonder how long it will be before you earn that privilege? Well, time to go into your cage. I've had Emily prepare your room. And then we can begin your real training.' He was pulled forward again, cock bobbing about, desperate for release, or at least for the leash to be removed! He stubbed a toe on the riser of carpeted stairs, getting dragged back upstairs. A door opened, and then he heard the clank of metal. A hand pushed down on his head, forcing him to duck, as he felt cold metal beneath his feet. Metal scraped again, a lock clicking shut, before the cock-leash was released. Two sets of heeled footsteps moved away, leaving him in the darkness again. Emily's breasts pressed against his back, her skimpy maid's outfit doing little to shield him from the soft curves of her body, the frills sticking to his skin. Her fingers were slippery with oil, being massaged into his skin, warm and gentle, his flesh getting made slippery. Jonathan's body was being held in a standing spread-eagle, with chains around his ankles and wrists to spread him out. His chastity belt had been removed, cock and balls now free, Emily's quick fingers soon teasing him to hardness, before a band had been snapped in place. He was starting to feel the yearning pangs of lust now, a desperation desire to cum, but it was never granted. Leather cracked against flesh and he shuddered, but the blow had been aimed at Emily, a whip striking against her flesh, making her hiss in pain. 'Your job, Emily, and nothing else. If you're a good girl, you might be allowed more, but his cock is not your plaything. Unless you want me to take a whip to your juicy cunt?' She gave a sharp shake of her head, some of her hair sticking to Jonathan's skin. 'Good girl. I was told you were already trained and obedient - it would certainly be a shame if you were to waste my valuable time with such things. Now, if you are released from your bonds, will you be a good boy?' Eloise stepped close, lightly stroking the leather whip-cord against his chest. 'I want you in fine fettle, so it's time to start your physical training.' She reached down and tapped a nail against his cock-head, the sensation vivid and intense, making him gulp in breath, the thin slither hard against his own rigidity. A fat ballgag had been pushed into his mouth, making it impossible to speak, and he had to keep his head tilted back and suck in spittle before it overflowed down his chest. 'If you obey, like a good little boy, we might be able to have some fun together.' Another thin line of pressure joined the first as she started to push harder, making his vision swim. 'A healthy boy like you, I'm sure you want some release.' 'Pleeaaappph!' 'So, will you be a good boy?' He gave a short, desperate nod, trying not to dribble down himself, thrusting his hips forward. She gripped his shaft tightly and squeezed, oil beading up between her fingers. 'Good. So you'll let Emily dress you, without causing any trouble?' 'Yepphh!' Her hand let go, his cock now thrusting into empty air, bereft of anything that might grant him climax and release. 'Good. Emily, prepare him.' 'Yes, Mistress.' His limbs were released from the bonds, and then Emily helped him into a latex bodysuit. With the oil, it slid smoothly over his skin, sliding smoothly into place, fighting him, clinging to his every curve. This one had a hole at the crotch, his cock pushed through, feeling heavy and hard, the band meaning it didn't shrink away. The soles of his feet felt different, padded and springy, rather than protected only by a scant layer of latex. The black material came up over his hips and belly, then his arms and fingers. It was so tight over his fingers that they kept getting pulled inwards, his hands forming themselves into curves unless he pushed back against it, but as soon as he stopped straining they were snapped back into place. 'Mmpphhh!' He tried pleading through the gag as Emily dressed him, snapping the latex back into place around his body, pressing herself tightly against him, warm and soft, her breath brushing against his ears, her tongue suddenly flicking out and licking his earlobe, unseen by Eloise. She tapped the handle of the whip against his erect cock, before clipping a leash to his collar. 'This way. If you behave, then you might be allowed to see the rest of the house.' She gave the leash a tug, and he followed after her. Emily grabbed his wrists and bent them behind himself, metal cuffs snapping into place. As he stepped forward, he could feel padded soles - like he was wearing trainers. Maybe he could make a run for it? He might be arrested as a pervert, with his cock hanging out and his body wrapped into latex, but that was better than being kept here as a captive! Not that he could do anything other than follow along at the moment, the leash dragging him along. He was led through the house, down a wood-paneled passage, expensive-looking artwork hanging in place, before they came to a conservatory. The glass walls let in lots of light, illuminating a tiled floor, an elaborate water-feature surrounded by brightly-colored flowers. One area was a home gym, with yoga mats on the floor, weights neatly racked up, and several machines for weights, jogging and cycling. Although one of the cycling machines had been modified - a dildo stuck up above the saddle, ready to violate the user. He swallowed nervously. He didn't want to be on that! But Eloise pulled him forward, past that machine and towards one of the running machines, tying the leash-cord around the control panel. She turned it on and the conveyer belt started to move beneath his feet, but only at a gentle pace. It felt good to be moving again, but it was harder in the latex, the stuff fighting him, his body quickly heating up, unable to shed heat properly. There was a TV screen in front of him, currently turned off, dark enough that he could see Emily in the reflection. Eloise stroked his buttock before increasing the speed of the machine, forcing him into an actual jog - he would have preferred a proper warmup, but could still easily cope, even with his hands behind his back and the gag in his mouth. 'Good boy. Now lets get Emily set up.' She walked away, shoving Emily around until she was on the dildo-bike, carefully lowering herself onto the prong. He was already rock-hard, but Emily's grunts of aroused pain were hot, before she put her feet onto the pedals. When she started to cycle, the dildo began to pump in and out of her, sliding back and forth. With every spin, she grunted again. 'You're not allowed to come, or I'll be testing my whip on you.' 'Yes... Mistress...
Eloise...' Emily puffed and panted
as she was penetrated, her face turning red. The conveyor belt started
to accelerate, forcing him to move faster and faster. The speed was something he could normally
deal with easily, but the latex was hard to move in, and he couldn't move
properly. Eloise approached,
slapping the back of her hand against his buttocks. 'Nice and firm! You will be a delightful plaything once
you're done. Don't worry, I'll let you
go at the start of the new term. You'll
have a lovely, educational summer.' |