Andy's Mistress
by Unknown
(FD-139)


ONE 

"And just what are you staring at, young man?" 

Andy turned beetroot. His goddess had actually spoken to him! He stuttered 
and stammered and mumbled something about having to get to work. 

"Come with me, young man," said Anne de Winter, owner, manager and guiding 
light of the de Winter Advertising Agency, a highly successful Brisbane 
based firm which had offices in Melbourne and Sydney as well as London and 
Hong Kong. 

She led the way into her sumptuous suite of offices on the top floor of the 
building in which she leased four full floors of space. She seated herself 
behind her huge desk and stared up at the boy standing opposite it. "Now, 
what is your name, young man and what do you do here?" 

Again the slight young man stammered and stuttered but this time he managed 
to articulate a few words of explanation: "I'm Andy Sharp, Miss de Winter. 
And I am the mail boy...." 

"I see." The tall, very beautiful but somewhat imperious looking woman 
looked him up and down. She liked what she saw ... Obviously or she wouldn't 
have wasted her time summoning him into her office. She did not usually 
waste her precious time on junior staff. 

Andy was quite small. Around five feet six, she judged. And although he 
looked slim she noted he had a good figure and was graceful in his 
movements. But it was his face which had caught her attention that and the 
expression on it-an expression she knew to be abject adoration. She had been 
intrigued.... 

Now as she looked him over she had time to appreciate the fair skin-quite 
smooth and glabrous-it looked to her as if he had not even had his first 
shave yet-and so wonderfully clear ... A real peaches and cream complexion. 

His eyes were big and blue and so limpid they seemed to be permanently awash 
with tears. 

His hair was ash-blonde and very fine. So fine it wafted about his head as 
he walked and a few strands were always falling down over his eyes despite 
his constant habit of brushing them away with his hands. 

"How old are you Andy? Fifteen? Sixteen?" 

"Eighteen," he said proudly. 

"Really? You, er, look much younger...." 

His face fell and he looked down at the floor ashamedly. That was the worst 
thing she could have said to him. She realized her error and tried to make 
amends. "But I think you are very handsome, young man ... And you will soon 
develop, I am sure...." 

She wondered why she had brought him in here. She didn't really have 
anything to say to him. It was just his beauty which had struck her at a 
time when she was vulnerable. 

The truth was she had just broken off her engagement to Charles and she was 
in the blues. Charles McKay (you know the Mackays of Brisbane) had been her 
fianc' for nearly twelve months and she had considered him a real catch. 

She was incredibly wealthy. At thirty-five, she had built up, solely by her 
own efforts, a vast Advertising business and she was highly respected in the 
field. But she was 'new-rich' and not therefore acceptable in the salons of 
Brisbane-or Sydney or 

Melbourne ... Charles had given her the entree she so desired but now she 
had discovered he had been two-timing her and she had broken it all off. 

Her friends had been sympathetic but she had sworn off all men-for ever, she 
told herself.... 

She had stood before her own mirror-and known she was beautiful. She 
matter-of-factly told herself she could have any man she wanted but now she 
would disdain them all. 

She had smiled at herself. When she did this, her face was radiant and her 
own gleaming, golden-blonde hair circled a face which was naturally 
beautiful. It was oval and its features quite perfect. A smallish mouth, 
nose straight and slim, eyes wide and big and brown, skin clear as honey and 
just lightly tanned. 

She had never had to use make-up and she knew herself to be very lucky with 
what she had inherited from her wrong-side-of-the-tracks parents (whom she 
had now set up in ease and comfort on the right side of the tracks). 

She was tall. Five feet nine and her body was an artist's dream. Not too 
voluptuous but perfectly proportioned. She had smallish but full and very 
upstanding breasts which needed no artificial support-even at age 
thirty-five. Her belly was flat and her waist still as slim as it had been 
when she was a teenager. Her hips swelled-but not excessively and her 
buttocks was also small and more boyish than was usual in a beautiful woman. 
Her thighs were firm without a hint of cellulite which had started to 
accumulate in legs of other women of her age. 

Naked she was a true goddess. 

Clothed she still looked wonderful. 

It was no wonder Andy had been smitten. 

He was an excessively shy boy. There was nothing wrong with him so far as 
his desires went. He dreamed of beautiful women as did other boys of his age 
but unlike them, he was too shy and too scared to do anything about it. He 
had never had a girl-friend really-he had always found it extremely 
difficult even to talk to them, he wondered if it had something to do with 
his slow development. 

He didn't shave yet. He didn't even have much to show down there. Just a 
slight coloring which was the first sign of his budding pubic hair. And of 
course there was no hair anywhere else on his body either. He was always 
ashamed in the locker-room after sports and swimming and hid himself from 
the other boys as much as he could. All of them-at least those of his age 
had long had under-arm and pubic hair and some even sprouted a few hairs on 
their chests and bellies. 

It wasn't fair, he thought. Why should he be so backward? He certainly 
wasn't backward in his dreams. And his cock responded.... 

He didn't distinguish the fact that his penis and testicles had grown quite 
normally as his body grew. It happened slowly and he didn't notice it. But 
he did notice the difference between himself and other boys-their bodies had 
begun to coarsen as they turned into men. His had stayed like a boy's-and he 
didn't like it. It didn't once occur to him that women might find him the 
more attractive simply because he was so young-looking. 

He used to watch the beautiful women he met on his way home from school-and 
then dream about them-and take other action usual in developing boys ... And 
when he started work at the de Winters Agency he had had even more 
opportunity to observe the wonderful women of Brisbane. 

He had no illusions about himself. He came from a very ordinary house. His 
father was a bookkeeper who had worked for the same firm all his life, had 
never had promotion and wasn't likely to. He was a colorless man who had 
followed a simple unchanging routine all his life and would continue to do 
so for the remainder of it. His wife was a gray woman who was almost a 
mirror image of her husband. 

They loved Andy in their drab way-he had been a change-of-life baby-his 
mother had by then long given up the hope of having any children and she had 
been forty-three when he was born. Now, she and her husband were both 
sixty-one. 

They exerted little influence on him although he was not likely to move 
outside the sterile and so bleak existence they followed ... He simply 
didn't have the drive to pull himself out of the rut in which they had 
existed all their lives. 

Andy wasn't even aware he was handsome. He was not vain and rarely looked at 
himself in the mirror other than to comb his hair. He had never even stood 
naked in front of it and flexed his muscles to admire their enhanced shape 
(he didn't like to be reminded of his lack of body hair). 

If he had, he would have discovered he had a pleasing body. Not highly 
muscular because he had not spent hours at any particular sport to develop 
them, but slim, without fat and nicely shaped. 

Acting on a whim, Anne de Winter asked the boy to her home for dinner the 
following evening.... 

He blushed again. He had never even been out with a girl alone let alone 
anyone like this goddess who he had admired from afar ever since he had been 
employed here some twelve months ago. And now she-the big boss-was actually 
asking him to her home-and for dinner. 

"Well?" she said but she tempered it with a smile-and his face reddened even 
more. 

"Er, yes, thank you Miss de Winter...." 

He had no idea what to do-how he should behave in her presence; whether he 
should take her a present. What to wear. How to respond to her when in her 
house ... But he was determined to go. 

His parents had disapproved of his visiting his employer's house as a guest 
but their disapproval was mild and once said was left behind. They simply 
went back to their reading of the evening paper and their knitting, 
forgetting about their only son's date with his boss in the regularity of 
their evening.... 

He took his best suit to work and changed into it after he finished. He had 
carefully looked up where she lived and how to get there by public 
transport. 

Seven o'clock she had said and promptly at seven on the dot he rang the bell 
at the big wooden gate in the high wall at the street entrance to the house. 

He had been impressed with all the houses in this locality which he had 
never visited before. His parents lived in a somewhat seedy if not actually 
disreputable suburb and the rarefied atmosphere of the upper crust suburbs 
had so far been a mystery to him. 

The house at number ninety-seven was enclosed in a high brick wall and 
looking at it from the opposite side of the street he could see it must 
enclose huge grounds-to him anyway. Above the wall he could see 
trees-eucalypts as well as elms and firs and other English trees. And in the 
distance, set far back from the road, the roof of a large, double-storied 
house. 

The gate opened and an old man admitted him upon his identifying himself and 
then pointed him in the direction of the house which he could now see 
through the trees and across the sweeping green lawns and colorful garden 
beds. 

It was old but in beautiful condition as was the immaculate garden he now 
walked across to reach the front door. To his left and right he saw a 
sweeping yellow gravel drive which came from the side gates right up to the 
front door inside a large portico. 

It took him but a few moments to reach the door which was opened by a thin 
angular woman in black. Her hair-as black as the dress she wore was pulled 
back from her bony, yellowish face and tied in a bun behind her head. 

"You are the boy Sharp?" she said in a voice as dry as rustling paper. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied and she ushered him silently inside the house. 

He had been amazed at the garden-the expanse and the beauty of it-after the 
small plot of grass surrounded by a few asters and marigolds at front and 
the vegetable garden at back of his father's house ... But when he saw the 
inside of this house he truly gasped. 

The front hall was almost baronial in its dimensions. It ran the full height 
of the house and against the back wall a grand staircase ran up from the 
middle, split in two and went up sideways then turned and reached up to the 
gallery which ran around the second floor. It was paneled in a wood which 
gleamed dully in the light of the crystal chandelier hanging from the center 
of the hall. On the walls hung painting which were obviously valuable-even 
to Andy's unpracticed eye. 

The ultra severe-looking housekeeper showed him into a room at the front of 
the house and announced him. "Mr Sharp, Madam." 

"Thank you Miss Smithers. Come in Andy. Sit here opposite me by the fire ... 
Would you care for a drink?" 

Miss Smithers had smiled to herself as she closed the door on her mistress 
and the strange guest she had brought home ... She had not liked Anne's 
foray into the world of high society ... She did not want any man coming 
here to give her orders ... She had run this house ever since Anne de Winter 
had bought it-and hired her some five years ago to manage it for her. She 
was sixty-three years old now and she didn't want any upstart man coming 
into her life ... But a boy, now that was different. 

She had eagerly accepted her mistress' advice that this boy was coming to 
dinner. She would have to see what she could do.... 

Andy declined the drink. He didn't. Neither of his parent ever touched it 
and he had never been involved with other boys of his age who had wanted to 
try. 

"Well make yourself comfortable then ... Now, tell me about yourself...." 

He stuttered and stammered his way through a semi-incoherent description of 
his unexciting life, his schooling and his parents and their small home but 
all the time his eyes roved from the image of his goddess sitting opposite 
him in the deep winged armchair covered in pale green brocade-to the 
splendor of the room with its Persian carpets on polished floor, and a 
tasteful array of very old and very expensive furniture, arranged around the 
big room. 

He thought his parents whole house would probably fit into this one room.... 

Anne led him on, making him feel at ease and drawing him out of himself. She 
found herself surprised that she was making the effort ... She still didn't 
understand her own motives in asking him here but she knew she was glad she 
had. 

She had also been surprised at Miss Smithers reaction. She had been a little 
wary about telling her, thinking she would be more than a little reproving 
that her employer was 'cradle-snatching' as it were ... Not that she was 
frightened of her housekeeper. Not at all. She was very definitely the boss 
here as at work but still.... 

Andy began to relax. He worshiped the very ground Miss de winter walked on 
and while he had been terrified at the thought of coming here, he would not 
have refused for anything. Now he found she was not going to eat him up, he 
opened up more, telling her he had never had a real girlfriend ... oh no, he 
wasn't gay, just shy.... 

Miss Smithers announced dinner and Anne led the way into the dining room, 
another masterpiece in architecture and tasteful home decoration. Anne sat 
at the head of the long walnut table and Andy was seated to her right. The 
places had been laid with real silver and beautiful old Stuart crystal. 

The meal was served on the purest white bone china edged in real gold ... 
And it was something quite special. Certainly not like any meal Andy had 
ever had in his life before.... 

The soup was cold and was wonderfully tasty-but he had no idea what it was 
and he didn't like to ask. 

It was followed by an entree of grilled mornay Morton Bay bugs-possibly the 
most delicious of all the crustaceans. The main course was stuffed quail and 
the final course a rich dessert of chocolate kahlua mousse cake.... 

He sipped experimentally at the wine which was poured into a fresh glass at 
each course while Anne smiled benignly at his efforts to follow her lead in 
the etiquette of dining in such formality. 

Their plates were served by a girl in black with white starched frilly 
collar and cuffs. A most attractive girl with curly brown hair, dimples in 
her pink cheeks and a small turned up nose. Miss Smithers hovered in the 
background watching the girl like a hawk to see everything was done 
properly. 

Andy was still nervous. He still had no more idea than Anne did herself why 
he was there ... But he enjoyed the dinner-and being in the presence of his 
goddess. 

After it was over, Anne drove him home in her Daimler. She did not ask him 
not to talk about his visit to her home to his co-workers. But he wouldn't 
anyway. He was not especially friendly with any one of them. Not enough to 
share confidences with anyway ... But even if he had been this was something 
he wanted to cherish in his heart. He wasn't going to share it with 
anyone.... 

His parents were in bed when he let himself into the house but he poked his 
head into their room to say goodnight. They asked if he had had a nice time 
and when he said he had, they were satisfied, bid him goodnight and went to 
sleep. 

***** 

The days passed. 

Anne did not send for him again although he saw her in the distance from 
time to time. He did not dream of taking advantage of her generosity in 
inviting him to her home. He thought she had merely taken a passing imagine 
to him and had indulged herself ... Not for a moment did he dream she might 
ever repeat the invitation.... 

For that matter neither did she. 

She had enjoyed the night. She knew Andy was naive in many ways. A true 
callow youth and she had been pleased to bring him out of his shell just a 
little that night. She did not think-then-of repeating the offer however.... 

But Miss Smithers did. 

During the course of the evening she had taken a imagine to the shy young 
man and she had determined on a course of action which she hoped would see a 
major change in their household. 

She worked carefully. 

Anne didn't even realize where the-at first-oblique comments about Andy were 
heading. Not for a while. But Miss Smithers was heading her mistress towards 
adopting the boy ... And by the time Anne understood what the little asides 
were all about, she too was hooked. 

Yes. It might be interesting. He was so young-for all his eighteen years. 
She could teach him so much. It would be a real Pygmalion affair. 

She invited him to dinner again. 

He accepted eagerly although he tried to hide his eagerness. And over dinner 
she told him of her plan.... 

It didn't occur to him to question it. Anything this wonderful woman-who was 
so soft to him at the house and yet had such a reputation for her hardheaded 
business sense at the office-wanted, he would have agreed to. 

"And your parents, Andy? Would you like me to talk to them?" 

"Yes, please, Miss de winters ... " He had been a trifle worried about 
facing them with his decision. He knew they would not approve, he had a 
station in life and he should not seek to rise above it ... And certainly 
not in the house of a single woman ... It all sounded quite unsuitable ... 
He could just hear them.... 

Accordingly she came around to his house the next Saturday. He had told them 
she wished to talk to them ... but not what it was about. 

What she put to them was so logical. So obviously good for the boy, they 
could not refuse to approve. They had their doubts still but her charm and 
her persuasive powers talked them around. 

She took him with her that day. 

There was no need of clothes, she said. She would supply his needs in that 
direction. Neither did he need toiletries ... He could come just as he 
was.... 

Oh yes. He could come back to see them once a month but no more often since 
she wished to begin his 'education' immediately and it would take up a great 
deal of his spare time.... 

He sat beside her in the Daimler in a state of great excitement. He wasn't 
proud of his new status. 

It wouldn't have occurred to him to feel pride. He was just elated that she 
had chosen him to live with her ... That was as far as his thoughts went. He 
didn't think it through. He didn't question her motives ... being ingenuous 
himself he saw-and could see-no evil in others.... 

Not that she had evil intentions towards him ... but they were not totally 
altruistic either. If she had delved down inside her mind she would have 
known it to be so. 

Anne was an intensely sexual person. She needed sex. And she took it. Before 
Charles there had been casual acquaintances: Tennis and swimming stars. 
Others in her own circle. She had even tried an escort boy once-and had been 
disappointed. He had had a great body but he didn't know the first thing 
about finesse when it came to sex itself.... 

She was going to bed this boy.... 

Not now. Not perhaps for a long time but she was going to do it-after she 
had trained him to be what every woman really wanted-the perfect male: the 
perfectly groomed and mannered companion; possessed of the ideal physique; 
able to converse on any subject with ease and facility; able to carry 
himself with grace and aplomb ... And above all, armed with a sexual ability 
second to none. 

She had the money and the means to do all this and she was sure the boy was 
the perfect subject. 

To hell with all the Charles'. She would make her own perfect man.... 

Some of this-the basics anyway-she explained to Andy as she drove them back 
across the city. He listened in excited eagerness. Just being with her was 
all he wanted but if she had plans for him well and good. He didn't mind.... 

Back at the house, he was introduced to the rest of the staff: Apart from 
Miss Smithers and Pearl the housemaid, there was Cook-he never heard her 
called anything else-and James the outdoor man. 

Pearl was always smiling and her dimples showed through constantly ... Cook 
was not as dour as the angular Miss Smithers but she was not as friendly as 
Pearl either. 

James was a young man of the same age as Andy. But he was much bigger. He 
was six feet tall and quite muscular in a lean way. He had dark curly hair 
and brown eyes. He was handsome and also smiled a lot and Andy took an 
instant liking to him-just as he had to Pearl. 

Anne took him up the grand staircase to his room on the second floor. It was 
a pleasant airy room and inside the wardrobes she showed him a vast array of 
brand new clothes which included underwear, ties, socks and all the rest ... 
It all fitted perfectly and it was expensive-and in impeccable taste. 

"I want you to try some of them on, Andy. But first you must be bathed...." 

"Must be bathed?" he spluttered. "Yes. Now don't be tiresome, Andy. Miss 
Smithers and I will be bathing you regularly to see you are properly clean 
... Please take off your clothes...." 

He looked at her in confusion. Even his mother had not seen him undress 
since he was a little boy. 

Anne stood there with her arms folded and the dour housekeeper was just 
behind her. They both looked quite determined and short of leaving this 
wonderful house and the women he adored, he could see no way out of his 
dilemma. 

He blushed crimson but slowly took off his coat and then his top. Perhaps he 
had gotten himself into more than he had bargained for? he wondered. 

He removed his shoes, placing them carefully under the bed as he always had. 

Then he pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it. 

Anne watched, devouring his body as it was slowly revealed to her. 

He was so exquisite. His flesh so young and smooth. She noted the lack of 
hair under his arms and smiled to herself. Perfect. He looked like a 
pre-adolescent boy although she knew very well he was eighteen years old.... 

Ah yes, she thought as she surveyed his now naked torso, just look at that 
honey gold chest with the two pink aureoles and the tiny nubs of flesh. 

So smooth and creamy.... 

She had to resist the urge to reach out and touch. Good things come to those 
who wait, says the adage. Well, she could wait-and she would ... for a few 
minutes anyway. 

Andy undid the waist band of his pants and then zipped the zipper down to 
reveal the front of his underpants-a pair of old-fashioned Y-fronts which 
came up to his waist. 

They would be burned with the rest of his clothes, Anne thought to herself. 
From now on he would be wearing nothing but silk underpants against his 
skin. And they would be the briefest of brief bikinis.... 

He stepped out of the trousers and folded them as he had every other item 
... She admired his tidiness. 

He took off his socks, folded them and then he stood up in just his 
Y-fronts. 

He turned away from the two watching ladies, now his upper chest and neck as 
red as his face. 

"Turn around, Andy. You must learn to have no secrets from us here ... 
Besides, you have a beautiful body. You must learn not to be ashamed of 
it...." 

He looked down at his near naked flesh. He hadn't ever thought of it as 
beautiful. Was it? 

Then he looked up again. Both the ladies were obviously pleased by the sight 
of him but he still felt terribly embarrassed by his near nudity. 

"Come on Andy. Take them off. You know we are going to see you sooner or 
later, now don't you." 

"Yes, Miss de Winter...." 

"I think it might be easier if you call me Mistress while we are in the 
house, alright." 

"Yes, Mistress...." 

He liked the sound of it. It felt as if she was his mistress and he 
certainly wanted to be her boy. 

He put his hands in the waist band of his pants and slowly pushed them down 
off his waist, over his hips and then right down his legs, revealing his 
smooth pubes and his genitals to their gaze. 

Both ladies were agog at what was revealed although they tried to remain 
calm and dispassionate as they beheld the boy's now stark naked body. 

He had bent down to pick up the cotton briefs, folded them and placed them 
beside his other clothes and then he had stood up straight, his hands beside 
his legs although he had desperately wanted to bring them to the front to 
hide his cock. 

Andy had never been interested in other boys genitals and he had always kept 
his own as hidden as possible within the limits of locker-room changing 
practices. He had always retreated to a distant corner of the room and had 
tried to keep his own privacy. The other boys had left him alone 
surprisingly, perhaps because of the sheer size of his genitals-perhaps they 
felt shamed at their own inadequacy compared to him even if they looked more 
virile because of the surrounding pubic hair.... 

Anyway he was simply not aware of his own size. So far as he knew all boys 
were the same as him. 

His cock was a good eight inches long already. And when it was erect it grew 
another four-and so erect it measured a full foot. It was not all that thick 
but it was perfectly shaped and Anne was pleased to see it was uncut. Good, 
that would mean the glans was more sensitive. 

"Don't be ashamed of your body, Andy," she said again. "It is quite 
beautiful ... And now we are going to bath it...." 

 TWO 

"Come On, off to the bathroom...." 

Andy choked. "You mean ... you want me to go out into the passage ... like 
this ... ? " He gestured to his now stark naked body. 

Anne smiled. "Of course. You are my boy now ... And if Pearl sees you like 
this, what does it matter?" 

"But I am naked. I have no clothes to cover my, er ... " He couldn't bring 
himself to say it. 

Anne's smile deepened. "Cover your what, Andy? 

Can you not even say it?" and she reached down to cup his tender young balls 
in her hand, feeling them, massaging them until his cock started to respond. 

He choked. "Please, Mistress ... don't." 

"You don't like me touching your beautiful testicles, Andy ... ? Why ever 
not? I love to feel them ... " And she allowed her other hand to stroke up 
and down his slender body while Miss Smithers stood beside her, watching in 
grim satisfaction as she saw how her mistress was so enjoying the boy's 
introduction to his new life. 

Andy didn't know what to say. He did like it. In fact he loved his new 
mistress' soft fingers on his body. But while he thought it wonderful, he 
also felt terribly ashamed for some reason he could not quite identify. He 
knew deep inside him that he was supposed to feel it was wrong to allow her 
to do this to him. He knew she should not be touching him so intimately and 
he didn't like the grim housekeeper being there watching it all with that 
nasty expression on her face. 

"Urn, er ... " was all he got out. 

"Very well then, come along then ... And just to prove what a brave little 
man you are, I want you to put your hands up on the back of your head and 
keep your elbows well back...." 

Andy blushed. Anne's attentions to his balls and more lately, his cock, had 
brought that organ to an upstanding erection and now its head slapped hard 
against his flat belly as he walked towards the door. His mistress' latest 
order prevented him covering the thing-which he had been going to do-as she 
had guessed. 

She had also ordered Pearl to be on the upstairs landing as they went past 
and now the girl giggled as she beheld the total nakedness of the handsome 
boy the mistress had brought into the house. Which of course only served to 
turn Andy's face and neck a deeper shade of crimson. 

Pearl had been told by Miss Smithers that Andy would be coming to them and 
that the mistress would be undertaking his 'social development' as she 
called it. Pearl didn't know what 'social development' meant but she had a 
fair idea. She didn't mind. She had a good life here and the mistress paid 
very good wages to all her staff. She had a thing going with James and while 
she wasn't supposed to sleep in his flat over the garage, she often did. 

Anne knew about it but she told Miss Smithers to ignore it-at least for the 
time being. She assumed the girl knew about the proper precautions and, 
well, what harm was there in it? 

Besides she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the girl-no, envious 
perhaps, not jealous ... James had a splendid physique-as she saw when he 
worked in the garden in just a pair of the ultra brief shorts she had given 
him for his summer uniform.... 

Apart from Miss Smithers, whom she had chosen for her efficiency, and Cook, 
who was a true master in her field, the other two servants had been selected 
as much for their good looks as their efficiency although they were 
certainly not slack in that regard. 

Pearl had a delightful figure and a friendly, open, always smiling face. And 
it was those dimples in her cheeks which clinched it. 

James was 'tall, dark and handsome' as the saying goes and his big brown 
eyes were warm and inviting. She also liked the set of his shoulders and the 
obvious athletic physique of his body ... She had told him from the 
beginning that she did not wish to unnecessarily encumber his body with 
clothes while they were in the seclusion of her totally private garden and 
that apart from observing the minimum standards of decency, he might go as 
uncovered as he wished. 

It was an open invitation and he took her up on it. He was proud of his 
body-he should be, he had worked hard enough on it to develop it to its 
present enticing shape. And so when the weather permitted, he wore only a 
pair of sandshoes on his feet and the tiny briefs-with no underwear-over his 
loins. They sat low on his hips, were ultra tight and extremely short. 

It was no wonder Pearl fell for his good looks and his muscular physique.... 

For her part, Anne had said she too might do her work in the daytime with a 
minimum of clothes. This meant bare feet and legs-very shapely legs; a brief 
skirt and a halter-and nothing else. 

Miss Smithers had been appalled at first but she had come to appreciate the 
fine bodies of the two young servants and now she smiled approvingly every 
time she saw either one of them in their semi-naked apparel. 

For although she looked like it, she was really no prude. She was a spinster 
and had not had much experience in the ways of love ... But that didn't mean 
she didn't have desires.... 

The sight of James in his over tight and so brief pants which stretched 
across his shapely buttocks and encased a massive bulge at his front; or 
Pearl in that so tiny skirt which, like James' pants, sat so low on her hips 
and covered so little of her thighs, and the tiny halter which only 
partially covered her full breasts, really did something to Miss Smithers 
and she was not in the least ashamed to feel the strange sensations in her 
loins when she saw either one of the two youngsters. 

Now, as she walked behind the totally naked boy, Andy, on the way to the 
bathroom, she felt it all over again-but redoubled. 

This boy might not be as well built as James. He might not have Pearl's 
voluptuous curves ... But he was so young-looking; so innocent. She felt a 
strange feeling of love go out towards him. She felt a new sense of 
responsibility towards him-she had never had to feel responsible for another 
human being in her life-except in her capacity as head of the servants 
here-but that was different. 

She hoped Miss de Winter was not going to turn him into a sort of gigolo-a 
live-in whore-boy.... 

They reached the bathroom and Miss Smithers went over to the bath and filled 
it with steaming water while Anne spoke quietly to Andy about his life here. 

"You are going to love living here, Andy. Miss Smithers and I-and the other 
three too, are going to teach you all sorts of new and exciting things.... 

"I will teach you about music and drama and poetry. Miss Smithers may show 
you how to paint-she really is very good at it...." 

Now it was the housekeeper's turn to blush. Miss de Winter had never praised 
her art before. 

"James may well show you what is what in the garden and if you are 
interested in motors and things-he is also quite a good mechanic. 

"Cook might teach you to cook if you are interested and Pearl loves 
pottery-I've set up a small studio for her outside.... 

"This house also has a very extensive library which you may browse through 
at your leisure...." 

"Thank you, Mistress. I, er, I'm not sure what I should say. It is all so 
amazing. You are all so kind to me...." 

He meant it too. Slowly, he was becoming used to standing naked in the 
bathroom, like a very little boy while his mother and her housekeeper ran 
his bath. He was still embarrassed but the worst flood of that all 
encompassing shame was past. 

At least now, his erection had calmed and his cock had subsided to its 
normal flaccid state, dangling between his shapely thighs. 

Miss Smithers rose from beside the bath and indicated it was ready. 

Anne handed Andy into it and bade him sit down while she wet him all over 
and then told him to stand again so she could soap his lithe form. 

He stood there feeling quite helpless. He knew he could very do this task 
himself perfectly adequately but it seemed to please these two ladies to do 
it for him so why protest? 

Anne soaped up his calves-so smooth, so nicely shaped. No hair even there 
yet, she noted. He really was under-developed in this regard but it pleased 
her mightily. She could pretend he was a true youngster-her own boy in 
fact.... 

Her hands soaped up further, up over his thighs ... It was strange, she 
thought. His body had the appearance of an eighteen year old athlete-except 
for the absence of hair ... His thighs were muscular-just like a normal 
eighteen year old runner or swimmer perhaps. 

She soaped up around his buttocks. Oh yes, these were quite delicious. Small 
but cheekily protruding and smooth as silk. Also nicely muscled. 

She turned him around and soaped up and down his back then had him bend 
forward and spread his buttocks cheeks so she could soap in between them. 
She did not invade his anus but she did just touch it, marveling at the way 
it pulsed and retracted as her finger tips touched it.... 

She didn't say anything and the touch was very fleeting but she remembered 
it.... 

Then she turned him around again and worked on his balls and his cock, 
soaping them up into a good lather-once again causing his cock to erect 
strongly. 

"How often do you masturbate, Andy?" she asked him. 

"Uh? Er, how often do I ... ? " He blushed again and Miss Smithers smiled to 
herself. God was he callow! 

"Urn, er, every day, er nearly, Mistress...." 

"Good, well I will be taking care of that little chore for you from now on. 
I or Miss Smithers or Pearl, anyway...." 

The housekeeper started. Miss de Winter had not mentioned this aspect of his 
stay with them but why not? It would not hurt and it was time he began to 
understand that it was a woman's place to give him sexual pleasure.... 

She smiled and nodded at the boy. 

He blushed yet again but he felt a wonderful stirring in his loins. Never 
before had anyone even touched his cock like Miss de Winter was now and he 
loved the feel of her hands and fingers on it, even if he still felt 
strangely uncomfortable about it.... 

"Yes, Andy, just before you go to bed, one of us will come up to tuck you in 
and just before we do you will sit in our lap while we look after this 
lovely little man here ... " and she tugged at his turgid cock-head, now 
gleaming wetly at her, free of its protective sheaf of skin.... 

He smiled down at her. Already he knew he was going to love his time here. 
He wondered how long she would continue to offer him her home? He hoped it 
would be a long time.... 

She finished lathering his body at last and then allowed him to soak in the 
steaming bath for five minutes while she and Miss Smithers stood gazing 
fondly down on him. Then she told him to get up and step out of the bath. 

"And now for a cold shower, Andy. Have you always followed a hot bath with a 
cold shower?" 

He looked at her in dismay. "No, Mistress." 

She frowned. "It is good for your skin and also it will develop your 
hardiness. Come, inside the stall. Now turn the cold tap on full blast. You 
must stay there a full two minutes, boy...." 

The needle sharp points of water sliced down onto his flesh. He had never 
had a cold shower in his life. Neither of his parents were sports-people nor 
did they care much for exercise of any kind. They knew nothing of proper 
attention to such details as this. 

He shivered and shook under the shower while Anne watched the second hand of 
her watch. She smiled to herself. She well knew what he was going through 
... Not a day passed. Not even in the depths of winter, when she didn't do 
this herself. She habitually had a long hot shower followed by a two minute 
cold shower-and she had never had a sick day in her life. 

At last she reached in and turned off the tap and a now bluish looking boy 
stepped shivering from the stall to be enveloped in a huge fluffy white 
towel by Miss Smithers. Then they led him back to his room and dressed him. 

He loved the feel of the silk briefs-although he thought them unnecessarily 
abbreviated. They only just covered his genitals and only half of his 
buttocks were covered. And they were so low on his hips! 

He also liked the silk undervest-and the cream colored silk shirt which went 
on top of it. Anne gave him a pair of dark blue satin trousers which were 
tight on his thighs but ultra baggy over his lower legs. A pair of silk 
socks and white shoes made up the ensemble. "You like it, Andy?" 

"It's beautiful, Mistress. But its too good for me." 

"No it's not. You are my guest now, sort of the son I didn't have and I want 
you to have these clothes ... Wear this for the rest of the afternoon while 
you explore the house. This evening-and every evening thereafter for the 
next month, you will dress for dinner. You are going to learn all about 
etiquette and formal dining ... But for now, enjoy the feel of top quality 
casual wear.... 

"Now off with you. Explore the house and the garden. Go and meet Cook and 
find James. He will show you over the garden if you like...." 

He went over the house with a fine tooth-comb, looking into every room and 
admiring the furnishings and the solid strength of the house. Compared to 
his parents bungalow, this place was built like a castle. 

There were so many rooms, many of them untouched for years but all lovingly 
dusted once a week or so by the diligent Pearl.... 

He wondered about her. When he had come here for dinner previously, she had 
been dressed in a maid's formal wear-black dress of an appropriate length 
and white collar and cuffs and a white maid's hat on her pretty head. But 
when he had passed her in the corridor earlier (when he had been so 
embarrassingly naked), she had on only the ultra short skirt and tiny 
halter. 

He had devoured her beautiful body with his eyes (even through his own 
embarrassment) and he knew she had seen the look in his eyes although he had 
dropped them to the floor as soon as he felt her own eyes on his.... 

Her skin was creamy smooth and although she was nicely curved in all the 
right places, there was no fat on her body. It was obviously ultra fit-and 
as he went from room to room, exploring the vast house, he saw why. If she 
had to keep all this clean, she must work like a whirl-wind. No wonder her 
body looked so athletic. 

He had been surprised at James' brief attire too. He had never heard of a 
gardener working in such a brief pair of pants before-and certainly not a 
pair as tight as these ... Not that he was really interested in James-except 
perhaps as someone to talk to, someone who might perhaps become a friend.... 

He didn't have friends. Or rather he had never made friends easily-or having 
made them, allowed them too close inside him. 

His parents didn't like strangers in the house and they had discouraged him 
going to other people's houses. He had perforce become a loner and it had 
even carried forward when he started to work for Miss de Winter's firm. 

He spoke to everyone and was polite and friendly enough but he wouldn't let 
anyone too close.... 

Now, he sensed this was going to change. Already he felt this household was 
in reality a family with the servants doing their work but in a sense as 
members of Miss de Winter's own family ... And now he had joined this same 
family. 

Perhaps he might be able to make friends with the tall and very muscular 
James as the only other male in the house, he thought as he prowled around 
the huge house. 

He came into the kitchen and sat down on a stool opposite where Cook was 
preparing the evening meal. "Good afternoon young Master," she said. 

"Good afternoon Cook. But my name is Andy...." 

"I see. Well good afternoon, Andy ... And what can I do for you?" 

"I just came to say hello and to watch you working for a while ... May I?" 

She twinkled. Cook was big and buxom. She didn't know precisely what 
Mistress had in mind for this handsome young lad but she had her suspicions. 
Well, it wasn't for her to make judgments and he seemed a nice enough lad. 
She was usually hard of face but when she relaxed that stern visage, she 
could be very soft looking. And now she was. "Of course, Andy. Sit all you 
like but don't you get any flour or whatever on those fine clothes or you 
and I both will be in for it." 

He grinned. "A spanking no doubt, eh?" 

"You better believe it ... Both that girl and James have received a spanking 
from the mistress before now so I shouldn't wonder you will too...." 

He had been joking but now he stared at her in consternation. She sounded 
serious. 

She was. She had mistakenly thought the mistress must had obtained his 
agreement to this form of discipline and that he was merely voicing it. 

He stared at her. "You mean it? Really spanked ... ? " 

"I mean it alright. Both of them agreed to it when they came here ... It's 
better than having their pay docked and it's a lesson well learned ... Oh 
she doesn't do it often, so don't worry too much-perhaps you will be good 
and won't get it at all...." 

Cook didn't think that was the case however. These young people always did 
something silly which earned them a spanking. 

She had seen the girl spanked-she would rather have seen James made to take 
his pants down for a spanking but the mistress did have some scruples and 
only Miss Smithers was a witness when he was spanked. Oh how the girl had 
wriggled over Mistress' lap. Her voluptuous young body had squirmed and 
twisted as the mistress' hand had come down over those shapely orbs. 

Cook was not a sadist. Neither for that matter was Anne or Miss Smithers. 
But discipline was discipline and anyway the naked girl had looked very 
enticing bent over Miss de Winter's lap.... 

Andy stayed for half an hour talking in a desultory fashion on other 
subjects but his mind was whirling. Would he too be spanked if he 
misbehaved. And what was misbehavior anyway. He wondered what James and 
Pearl had done to earn such punishment. 

He went out the back door after sharing a cup of tea with Cook and found 
James working in the vegetable garden behind the house. Yes, he was still 
wearing those tiny shorts. They didn't hide much, he thought. He was glad he 
had on the beautiful clothes Mistress had given him. 

"Hi," he said to the boy. 

"Hi," said James looking up at him as he squatted down on his haunches, 
weeding the long bed of butterbeans. "How do you like our house?" 

"It's great. Really beautiful ... like nothing I've ever seen before...." 

"Where d'you come from-er, what'll I call you ... : 

"Andy will be fine. And I come from the other side of Brisbane, down on the 
south side of the River...." 

"A bit different here, isn't it?" James smiled. He wasn't sneering at the 
newcomer's background and Andy knew it. 

He smiled back. "It sure is ... My parents' whole house could fit into the 
mistress' drawing room." 

"Yeah, so could mine ... Say, you interested in motors and stuff?" 

"Haven't had much to do with them but I guess I could be...." 

"Mistress has set up a terrific workshop for me. I look after her car and 
other things and she's got some old motors for me to play with too ... Come 
on and I'll show you...." 

He stood up and Andy noticed again the perfection of his fine physique-the 
broad shoulders, scalloped chest and belly muscles, the lean hips and 
muscular thighs. He also saw the way his buttocks rose and fell as he led 
the way round to the garage and the workshop adjoining it. For just a 
moment, he wondered if Mistress bathed this boy too and what his body would 
look like without even this skimpy pair of shorts.... 

But it was but a fleeting thought and he caught up with the boy and they 
walked side by side to the garage. 

There, James showed him the array of tools, each set out lovingly on a 
shadow board-each in its proper place and each gleaming brightly. The garage 
floor was immaculate. It was painted gray and it was as clean as the floor 
in Cook's kitchen. Everything had a place and everything was in it. 

James showed him the motor he was pulling down in readiness to restore it 
and Andy found himself genuinely interested in the mechanical details. He 
decided he would join James in this work. Mistress had said he could find 
his own hobbies and he felt he would enjoy this one. 

James was a friendly young man and he liked Andy's shyness and his obvious 
attempts to be friendly. He had thought the young man might turn out to be a 
snob and not want to hobnob with mere servants. But this was clearly not the 
case. 

Andy felt his confidence growing and he decided to ask James about the 
spankings. 

"Who told you that?" the boy asked. He looked narrowly at Andy. Perhaps he 
had been too hasty in his judgment of the boy. Perhaps he had just been 
worming his way into his confidence to extract prurient details of this 
somewhat bizarre side of their work here.... 

"Cook did. She said I would be in for it too, if I misbehaved...." 

"Oh. I see. Well? Are you." 

"Am I what?" 

"Are you going to be 'in for it' as you call it?" 

"I don't know," he said frankly. "Mistress didn't mention it. Do you think I 
will?" 

"I suppose that depends on you, Andy. Both Pearl and I agreed to it when she 
hired us ... She said it was better than docking our pay-something about a 
salutary lesson, I think she said ... So you see, we agreed to it in 
advance.... 

"I've been here three years, ever since I was fifteen and Pearl came a year 
after me. Both of us have been spanked, oh I suppose it must be six or seven 
times in that time...." 

"Perhaps I won't be ... It sounds awful...." 

"Oh it's not that bad-actually I sort of like it in a funny sort of way ... 
" He looked slyly across at his new friend. "You have to take down your 
pants, you see. And everything else too. Right off till you're starkers. 
Then you have to lie across her lap. She gets you in the right position and 
then she begins. She only uses her hand and while it does hurt, it isn't too 
bad. Nothing like if she used a paddle or a cane or something like that ... 
And I'll tell you something else ... I always get a hard-on while she's 
doing it...." 

He paused and looked even more conspiratoriously at Andy, he lowered his 
voice to a whisper. "An' then afterwards, she wanks me off ... ! " 

"Wanks you off?" Andy hadn't heard the term but he got the picture in a 
trice. "Oh, I see what you mean." His face blushed. 

Then he thought this news through. So she didn't usually 'jack off' James 
off every night as she meant to do to him. 

James went on: "Yes, and while she's jacking off me, she tells me again and 
again what a bad boy I've been ... It's really weird but I sort of like it. 
And I tell you another thing. I don't go and do whatever it is I've done 
wrong again either...." 

"You don't?" 

"No. She sort of makes me feel like a naughty little boy ... You know what I 
mean?" 

"I think so," he said thoughtfully, paused and then asked: "Do you think I 
ought to ask her if I am going to be 'in for it' too?" 

"I think you can. Perhaps you should. She isn't the sort of person to hide 
your thoughts from. She won't punish you for asking and I think if you start 
on that foot it'll be better for you...." 

They chatted on about other things and James admitted to Andy that he and 
Pearl had a sort of thing going. "She comes here some nights-you want to see 
my room?" 

He took Andy upstairs and showed him the neat room with its own adjoining 
bathroom. Yes, he had cold showers-a full two minutes-too. He wasn't 
supervised in them now but Miss Smithers used to before he was trusted to 
observe the rule. 

"I think she knows Pearl and I make-out here sometimes but we're not 
supposed to. I guess she just turns a blind eye to it as long as we're not 
too blatant about it...." 

Andy returned to the house proper in time to take off the casual gear and 
dress for dinner. He had never in his life worn a dress shirt or a dinner 
suit and he was not allowed a made-up black tie. Miss Smithers showed him 
how to tie a real bow tie and made him practice until he could do it by 
himself. 

Anne complimented him on his appearance and she meant it. His slim body sat 
well in good clothes and he held himself well. He could do with some lessons 
in some small areas of deportment but by and large he had a natural grace 
which would make the task easy. 

He felt uncomfortable in the formal suit but now that he saw Anne he was 
glad she had insisted on it. 

She had dressed as if for the classiest night-club in the city. And the two 
of them looked really superb. 

Miss Smithers smiled as she beheld her mistress and the boy. They did make a 
handsome couple-perhaps like a mother bringing her son out for the first 
time. 

Anne led the conversation along various paths and was pleased to see he had 
a ready wit and a sharp mind. But she could see there was something 
bothering him. 

"What is it, Andy? What's troubling you?" 

He looked at her straight. He had been taught not to dissemble and he knew 
the best way to deal with a problem was to face it squarely. 

"Am I going to be spanked, Mistress?" 

She wiped her lips on her napkin and looked at him over its edge. "So you 
have discovered what happens to James and Pearl when they err?" 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"How do you feel about it?" 

"I don't know. I've never been spanked." 

"Truly? Never by your mother or your father?" 

"No." 

"I see. I think perhaps it is time you were-if you make mistakes that is ... 
I never punish my servants simply because I want to ... Did they explain 
that?" 

"Oh yes. James said you are always fair." 

"Then I think I will spank you ... Do you accept it in advance ... ? " 

"Yes, Mistress,' he said simply. 

 THREE 

The dinner proceeded as on his two previous visits with conversation he 
found interesting and stimulating-unlike the monosyllabic communications 
which had passed for discussion at his parents' table. 

He discovered Anne had a wealth of knowledge about all sorts of topics which 
were of interest to him although he knew next to nothing about them: The 
ballet, for example. 

He had never been to one and had never even watched one on TV. But he 
discovered it was not simply a matter of highly muscled males and flighty 
females leaping from one side of the stage to the other ... but in fact an 
extremely involved art which required a lifetime of total dedication by its 
exponents. And he discovered, when she showed him a tape she had of Swan 
Lake, that indeed it was a wonderfully graceful discipline. When she noted 
his interest, she promised to take him to the next ballet at the Performing 
Arts Center in Brisbane. 

After dinner they moved to the drawing room for coffee during which the 
conversation continued. 

And then it was time for bed. 

Anne and Andy bade Miss Smithers and Pearl goodnight and went upstairs. In 
Andy's room, Anne sat in the large wing-chair and watched while he 
undressed-which he did rather self-consciously. He still found it hard to 
come to grips with the fact that she expected to see him totally naked at 
all and any odd times and that he was not to try to resist or to hide his 
body from her. 

He knew deep down that she was interested in him sexually. He could see it 
in the way her eyes raked up and down his slender but athletic form, but so 
far, apart from arousing his cock in the bath and when she had played with 
his balls after she and Miss Smithers had made him undress previously, she 
had not actually done anything. 

But now she was going to masturbate him ... She had said that she-or Miss 
Smithers, or Pearl, would do this every night. 

He still wasn't sure how he felt about this. 

Oh, he knew he would enjoy the act. He had loved the sensation of her hands 
on his body when she had soaped him down in the bath-and teased his cock 
into its full twelve inch hardness-but he still wasn't sure if it was right. 
He knew his mother and father would be appalled if they knew and would 
demand he come right out of that 'house of sin' forthwith. 

But it was exciting. And he knew he had no intention of telling them-or 
anyone else for that matter. 

Once he was stark naked, he stood self-consciously before her. He had 
carefully put away all the beautiful clothes-and slipped the soiled linen 
into the little chute beside the door. It seemed there was one of these in 
each of the bedrooms and they all joined and lead down into the laundry next 
to the kitchen. 

She sat back in her chair and contemplated his body, looking him up and down 
while he simply stood there, wondering if he dared move. 

"You have a very pleasant body, Andy." 

"Thank you Mistress." 

"But I think it might be improved ... How would you like to have a physique 
like James'? " 

"I would love it," he said simply. 

"Well he didn't get it that way by doing nothing, you know. He works very 
hard at a gymnasium-would you like to go with him?" 

"Oh yes, please...." 

"Not that we want huge muscles bulging all over you. Your physique is too 
slight for that ... But I think a little more in the shoulders and arms. 
Perhaps just a smidgen in the thighs-and then concentrate on improving the 
definition of your muscles-just like James ... ? " 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"Good. I will have a talk to him then and you can join him when he goes next 
... Now, come and sit in my lap. We are going to see just how good that 
weapon of yours really is...." 

He moved over to her, blushing furiously again. 

"Sit here, in my lap, boy...." 

He sat his naked body down on the crinkly taffeta of her beautiful dress and 
snuggled up against her breasts. Already his cock was hard from the wondrous 
anticipation of what was coming. 

She stroked his body, softly-not his cock but his shoulders and arms, his 
flanks and buttocks (he was turned slightly side on to her) and his breast 
and belly. 

He lay there as might a very little boy, feeling wonderfully secure and 
content. 

For a good ten minutes she continued to stroke him and utter little cooing 
noises to him ... These did not have the effect however of calming him. 
Rather, they increased his very visible ardor and his cock now trembled and 
pulsed as her hand carefully skirted it, not once touching it or even his 
testicles. 

He didn't care. He felt radiant. Even if she never touched it, he wouldn't 
care. He felt so wonderful he would have gone out in the street naked if she 
had asked him to at that moment.... 

But at last she decided he was ripe for plucking and she slowly moved her 
hand down the soft planes of his belly, over the smooth pubic area and onto 
his mammoth cock, putting her hand around it and marveling at its hardness 
and its beauty. She was no expert at the rate of development of male 
genitalia but she thought it odd that he was so slow in developing pubic and 
under-arm hair-and yet seemed to have an organ far superior to many men of 
mature age she had enjoyed in her bed.... 

Her hand moved softly up and down the shaft, tickling his balls as she 
reached the base and softly stroking the underside as her hand moved back up 
the length of it. 

She did not touch the delightfully pink glans yet. 

She could see its skin was stretched tight and straining, gleaming with the 
lubrication of the juices inside his foreskin which she forced up and over 
it each time she reached the end of the shaft. It was pulsing lightly, the 
flared lip at its base seeming to have a life of its own.... 

She knew it would be extremely sensitive to her touch and she did not want 
this occasion to finish before it began.... 

Her fingers strayed up and down the shaft, only occasionally drawing the 
foreskin over the crown, mostly stopping before they reached its base.... 

She was in her seventh heaven. 

Anne had experienced many men in her life, some of them good lovers, others 
not so good. She had never tried a youth however-at least not since she had 
passed that stage of her life herself. 

Now, she felt so happy with this slight young man in her lap, his head 
against her breast and his young cock in her hand ... She felt the juices 
working in her own body and she squirmed as she imagined this naked young 
body in her own bed-against her own smooth naked flesh. 

Yes, that would be the culmination of this boy's education but it was a long 
way off yet and while she might yearn for that day, she would not rush 
it.... 

Her hand moved very carefully, anxious not to precipitate an ejaculation too 
early. Her other arm stayed around his shoulders, its hand caressing his 
upper body. 

And he lay there silently, cuddling his body into hers and feeling an 
excitement tingling all over him-but concentrated in his loins. He knew in 
his heart that what was coming was going to be the most wonderful thing he 
had ever experienced.... 

Anne started to move her hand more often up and over the foreskin so her 
fingers, now slippery with his own pre-cum, caressed the ultra sensitive 
crown of his cock. 

He squirmed in his excitement, his body sliding easily over the silk 
material ... She held him tight and increased the pace even more. He moaned. 
Oh, this was heaven ... Sheer ecstasy! His body began thrusting his cock 
back and forth in her hand and as she gazed down on his lithe form, now she 
felt a massive excitement herself. 

He looked quite exquisite. His slender form sliding around in her lap and 
thrusting his cock into her hand, his creamy skin so smooth, so young 
looking ... She caressed his smooth cheek. How often did a boy of eighteen 
still have to taste the scrape of a razor, she wondered. 

Now her hand gripped his cock hard, working the flesh up and down, sliding 
her fist over the glans which was fully erect, its flared lip even more 
prominent.... 

He was fast approaching orgasm.... 

Later, she would teach him control so that he might achieve an even more 
wondrous pleasure but this time, she knew it was time to let him spill his 
seed. She retrieved a small vial she had secreted in her dress and held it 
ready. She wanted to gauge his output-not for any scientific reason but 
purely for her own interest. She wanted to see if, over a period, it 
changed, grew in response to her increasing demands on his sexual organs ... 
And then he erupted.... 

He screamed as the first jet shot from his cock straight into the neck of 
the little bottle with a force which surprised even Anne. It certainly 
surprised Andy-had he been sufficiently aware of his what was going to 
question it, that is. 

But he was not sufficiently aware.... 

He screamed in ecstasy as the ejaculation teased the inflamed nerve-endings 
in his cock to a sensation he had never felt in his life before. He had 
enjoyed his hand jobs before but this was nothing like that. This was sheer 
heaven ... 

This was bliss. 

His body had arched at the moment and it was all Anne could do, big and 
strong as she was, to hold him in her lap ... His muscles bunched and corded 
as his cock continued to spout his seed into the vial which was rapidly 
filling. 

His body remained in that tense, arched position for long minutes while his 
cock jetted and throbbed and sent wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure 
through and through his body. 

But then gradually his first screams subsided-and so did his body as the 
spurts gradually abated and his libido returned to normal. 

He looked up into his mistress' eyes and smiled. 

She melted. Never had she seen such adoration. He looked like a puppy who 
had found his mistress after a long absence ... His limpid blue eyes were 
even more so now; so clear and so trusting.... 

like Miss Smithers, she decided she would be very careful of this boy. She 
felt a responsibility which she would watch and guard jealously.... 

Oh she would train and develop him to be the most magnificent of studs ... 
But she would also ensure he was not taken advantage of-by her; by her 
staff-or by anyone else either.... 

***** 

Anne bought him a car. Not a new one and one of an age and size which he 
might have been able to afford if he had put his mind to it. She gave him 
lessons and took him to obtain his driving license. 

But in the meantime he had to catch the train to work. Neither she nor he 
wished his co-workers to know he was living with her and so he traveled by 
public transport until the advent of the wonderful car. 

It was in fact an old Morris Mini-Minor and looked somewhat shabby when it 
arrived at the house but James and Andy spent hours doing up first the 
engine and gear-box, then the interior and lastly the outer bodywork until 
it looked really something. 

No-one at work suspected a thing. 

Anne had not been in the habit of entertaining either her clients or her 
senior executives at her home, demanding both for herself and them, a 
separation of work and home-life not usually seen in the industry. When it 
was necessary to entertain clients or to have staff parties or conferences, 
it was done in restaurants or at other appropriate places. 

There was therefore no-likelihood of anyone from work discovering that he 
was living with her. 

But just in case, she concocted a story that Andy was a distant relative of 
hers whom she had taken in to her firm and her house but since she did not 
wish him to be shown any favoritism as the boss lady's cousin, the 
relationship and his place of residence was kept secret. 

He continued to be the mail boy but she watched him covertly. She knew he 
had an innate intelligence a long way beyond what his school results 
indicated. 

She rightly suspected that the cloistered home life he had endured (without 
even realizing it was overly secluded) had dampened his mind rather than 
opened it to study and experience. She had already opened new lines of 
interest in her own conversations with him and she was pleased at his 
burgeoning friendship with James, too. 

He began to ask questions about the advertising industry and she was pleased 
to note his mind soon began to work on the creative problems she set 
him-again without him even knowing it. She decided after only a few weeks 
that very soon he would be ready for a transfer into the real world of 
advertising.... 

He took up his visits to the gymnasium with James with gusto also and his 
body began to show the effects. He would never be as big as the young 
gardener whose physique was really quite extraordinary, but his muscles 
began to develop a little and to exhibit a new sharpness which she found 
very pleasing. 

He visited his parents at the end of the first month and they found him a 
changed young man. Both of them had to agree, in their discussion after he 
had gone back to Anne's house, that he now showed a remarkable new 
liveliness. He was as loving towards them as ever and enquired carefully of 
their health and happiness and how they were coping without him. They 
replied appropriately but if the truth was known, their lives were so dull, 
his absence or presence really didn't make all that much difference to them. 

This time, he had caught the bus to their house but next month he would 
drive over in his car which by then, he hoped, would be fully restored.... 

He got on famously with James and for his part, he found he really liked the 
shy young man whom he took under his wing-almost literally. When they 
weren't at the gym, they spent a half hour or so wrestling on the grass 
outside the garage and Andy discovered the difference between the feel of 
Anne's (and Miss Smithers and Pearl's) soft hands and body-and James' hard 
muscles. 

He was not 'turned on' by the contact with his body in a sexual sense but he 
found it pleasing to feel it against his flesh and under his hands ... By 
way of comparison, one day he shook hands with one of the men who worked in 
the office, a fat and pudgy man-and he found his flesh quite disgusting to 
touch.... 

Anne taught him about dress and good taste. She had provided him with a wide 
ranging wardrobe and she talked to him about what to wear-and when. There 
was everything from designer jeans to a full set of tails together with 
accessories. She had even bought a set of gold cufflinks and shirt studs for 
his dinner and evening suits.... 

But as he grew more confident with James, he took to aping his dress when 
they worked together on the car or when he helped him in the gardenfor he 
found gardening a pleasant diversion too. Anne had smiled when he had asked 
if he could cut down a pair of jeans to wear alongside James outside.... 

"No, Andy. That would be a waste. Ask Miss Smithers and she will show you 
how to make a pair for yourself...." 

He went to the housekeeper. "Can you sew, boy?" she asked when he had 
explained his mission. 

"No, Ma'am," he said. 

"Very well. Come with me." She led the way into the sewing room and rummaged 
through the various bolts of cloth which were kept there and eventually 
found one of thin satin-like stuff. A bright red it was and Andy reddened 
just a shade as he imagined it on his body. 

"Take off your clothes, Andy. I have to measure you and this has to be a 
good fit...." 

He stripped. Blushing as always as he got closer to removing the silk 
underpants ... He had never come to grips with parading himself totally 
naked in front of the three ladies ... For after that first night, Miss 
Smithers and Pearl too took to bathing him in turns with Anne. But more on 
that later. 

He slipped out of the tiny silk bikini briefs and folded them neatly, adding 
them to the pile on the sewing table. 

Miss Smithers looked him over appreciatively. Yes, indeed, she thought, the 
work at the gym was certainly paying off. His muscles were developing nicely 
but there was still no more than a blush of shadow at his groin and under 
his arms. 

She slipped the tape measure around his waist and his hips and then over his 
thighs while he stood there, stark naked and still more than a little 
embarrassed by his nudity. 

"Alright, Andy, now let us find the pattern ... No, leave your clothes off. 
In a few minutes we will need to try this on and you will only have to slip 
them off again ... " He sighed. He knew she loved looking at him naked and 
this was only an excuse but he didn't dream of disobeying. 

"Ah, here it is," she said at last. 

She had been rummaging through a series of drawers in the big cabinet 
against the wall and now held up a package from which she slipped a large 
paper pattern, putting it down on the cutting table. 

She showed him how to select his size from the lines on the pattern and then 
how to mark the cloth and cut it appropriately. He watched her and then 
followed her example, catching on quickly and finding himself interested in 
this as much as working on the engine of his mini.... 

She sat him down at the sophisticated sewing machine and showed him how to 
work it including adjusting tension, stitch and thread. "It takes practice 
to run a straight seam, Andy but if you do it enough, you'll soon catch on. 
You can make yourself a few pairs of these when you have the time ... it 
will be good practice for you." 

He forgot about his nakedness as he ran the seams up under her direction and 
he even managed to get the elastic waist reasonably straight too. 

"Okay, slip it on." 

He did and found that although there were a few wavy seams on the tiny 
garment, it fitted him well enough and it wouldn't fall apart. 

She told him to take it off again and then showed him how to finish off the 
internal seams and clean away the loose threads. 

He put it back on and looked at himself in the full length mirror in the 
sewing room. He saw a tanned young man with a fine physique and newly sharp 
muscles right down to the extremely low waisted satin shorts. 

He smiled ruefully as he beheld the bulge in the front, accented by the 
extreme tightness of the cut-and at the extreme brevity of the legs too. 
They didn't really hide much, he thought ... But then he had asked to wear 
them so he would be more like James and as he had made his bed, so must he 
now lie in it.... 

He liked the appearance of his face now, too. At home he had not got 
outdoors all that much but here, he and James shared the gardening when he 
had the time and he now sported a very pleasing, youthful tan. Allied with 
his ash-blonde hair and his fine blue eyes, he now looked even more alluring 
to Anne-and to Miss Smithers and Pearl. The maid found herself very 
attracted to the young man although she remained loyal to James.... 

That young man hooted with laughter when Andy came outside the next Saturday 
wearing his new pants. "So you really did go and get yourself a pair ... : 

"Yeah. Made them myself-with Miss Smithers' help." 

"Really? You made them?" 

"Well, she showed me how but yes. I marked the material and cut it and then 
sewed it all up...." 

"Incredible." James was genuinely impressed. He didn't follow the theory 
that boys did the outdoor stuff and girls looked after the house. He 
wouldn't have lasted long with Anne if he had. She expected him to do 
whatever he was told no matter what it was and he had had to polish silver 
and clean toilets on occasions.... 

"Anyway, how d'you like them?" he said, grinning at the now nearly naked 
Andy. 

"A bit brief-and very tight, aren't they?" 

"Yeah. But it shows off our equipment, doesn't it?" and he laughed as he 
gave his hips a little bump and grind. 

Andy blushed and James was quick to apologize. "Sorry, Andy. I forgot you 
don't know about those things yet." 

Andy knew about them alright but he had not yet actually experienced what 
James was intimating. He didn't know when he would or what it would be like. 
But he wanted to know more. 

And yet he found he couldn't discuss sex with James. It wasn't that he 
didn't trust him or that he thought the other boy might laugh at him ... No, 
it was more that he was aware of James' dalliance with Pearl which indicated 
they actually did it whereas he was still a virgin and only thought about it 
... Too, he didn't want James to find out about the nightly masturbation he 
enjoyed at the ladies' hands upstairs. He knew James had said Anne had 
masturbated him after he had been spanked but that was different. He somehow 
knew he was being treated as a little boy-albeit a little boy with a fine 
cock which was rapidly becoming an extremely proficient and fruitful organ 
of ejaculation.... 

He didn't know it but when the time came for him to actually experience a 
woman's privates, he would be a most powerful lover.... 

For indeed Anne had had another reason than merely improving his appearance 
for sending him off to the gym with James. To be a satisfactory lover, he 
needed strong buttocks, and powerful thighs and belly muscles. Muscles able 
to drive his cock deep and hard-and long ... He would need good heart and 
lungs to keep him going long after other men had wilted and the exercises 
she had requested the gym to engage him in would help in this regard.... 

Not of course, that he knew anything of this. Sex was still not a subject 
Anne permitted him to discuss-with any of them. She masturbated him and she 
continued to bathe him in the same old way, getting him used to females 
touching him and seeing him in the nude but the act of sex with a female was 
totally taboo: during the bathing and masturbation sessions and at other 
times too. When she was ready-or rather, when she thought he was ready, the 
subject would be raised in due time. Until then, he would have to be content 
with the daily hand job from Pearl, Miss Smithers or herself. 

She loved these sessions. She might have kept him to herself for them except 
she did in truth want him to experience other women. Accordingly either the 
housekeeper or the young housemaid took their turns too. 

Pearl loved both bathing him and jerking him off. He was so different from 
the virile and so muscular James. He was very much slighter in build and 
much shorter. He looked in truth like a little boy without pubic and 
underarm hair and she fantasized about having that beautiful cock entering 
her.... 

It was an odd fantasy. A buxom wench bedding with a boy of fifteen or so-but 
armed with the penis of a virile eighteen year old.... 

Anne had indicated to both Pearl and Miss Smithers that it was perfectly 
permissible to handle his genitals during bathing-as long as he was not 
brought to the point of ejaculation ... That was to be reserved for the 
evening.... 

Whoever bathed him also masturbated him. 

He came to love it with all of them ... Yes, even with the angular Miss 
Smithers who had developed into a real mother figure over him. She might 
have looked more like a maiden aunt but she, like Cook and Pearl, now felt 
very protective of him.... 

Not that they did not enjoy bathing him-and particularly fondling him to a 
violent orgasm-but they would have defended him to the death against outside 
interference of his person.... 

They varied the way they brought him to climax. 

There was the way Anne had done it that first time, snuggled into her lap 
and her bosom. But there were many other ways. 

He was sometimes laid on the bed and while one hand stroked his creamy 
smooth flesh, the other worked on his cock. 

Another, which Pearl favored was to have him lay back over her knees with 
his body arched backwards and his feet and hands resting down on the floor. 

Pearl loved the appearance of his tightly stretched torso in this position 
and she found working on his cock a delicious experience.... 

Another still was to have him assume a doggy position on the floor with his 
back legs wide apart and then milk his cock from the back.... 

There were many and varied positions and gradually they introduced him to 
other sensations while he was masturbated. 

They tried adding mild pain to the scene while they excited his cock: 
squeezing his nipples for example. Nipping them between their fingernails 
just before the moment of ejaculation. His climax on that occasion was 
stupendous and while he didn't understand why, Anne did.... 

Another day, just as he ejaculated, she inserted her finger up his anus-and 
again, although his bottom hole was a little sore afterwards-the climax was 
again wonderful-so much better. 

None of the women disrobed-ever. Not even when they were bathing him or 
jerking him off. He had never even seen as much as their breasts-although in 
Pearl's case, he had seen a goodly portion of them outside of the tiny 
halter she wore habitually during the day. 

In her case, he found what he could see of her body-and that was a generous 
amount, covering her legs and thighs-right up to her hips; her midriff and 
most of her bosom-and at the back, nearly everything-very, very enticing. He 
found his eyes watching her smooth lithe body as she approached him, smiling 
at him as she passed-and then he would turn to follow her lusciously 
swinging buttocks as she walked away from him.... 

With Miss Smithers it was different. He loved her in a motherly sort of way 
with her crinkly black dresses and severe hair style. He liked her hands on 
his body but he never ever tried to imagine what she looked like without the 
habitual black clothes. 

And as for Anne, well, she was up on a pedestal so high, he would never 
reach it, he knew. He dreamed about her but never naked. She was always 
hovering there above him, kindly but in a way aloof from him.... 

Even when she bathed and masturbated him, she was still up there on her 
ivory tower.... 

Which was why, when she deemed him ready at last, he got such a shock at 
what she proposed to him.... 

 FOUR 

It was some four months after his arrival in the house. 

Things had been going wonderfully for him. In every respect. 

At work he had already been promoted and was on the team of one of Anne's 
best account executives, coming up with ideas and using the creative spirit 
she had known he possessed and which only needed bringing to the fore. 

At the house he had made a firm friend of Jameshis first real friend. He 
also got on very well with the other three servants and he still adored Anne 
de Winter although he still held her in splendid isolation up in the ivory 
tower he had erected for her in his mind. 

Either she or Miss Smithers or Pearl still bathed him every day and they 
continued to masturbate his cock before bed each night.... 

He had grown used to this by now and actually came to look forward to the 
daily baths with the soft female hands running over his body-even the 
fondling of his by now even more developed cock and the penetration of the 
secret place between his shapely buttocks which he had at first found so 
humiliating. 

In fact, although he still hated the actual disrobing during which the woman 
of the day sat and ogled his body, once he was actually naked, he had 
learned to strut a little and to pose his muscles for them.... 

Anne had taught him to do this-to flaunt his body for their pleasure ... To 
jerk his loins lasciviously, making his cock, if slack, describe violent 
circles in the air; and if hard, to thrust upwards suggestively. 

"You have a beautiful body, Andy. You must learn to show it off, at least in 
the privacy of our house ... You must understand that I-and Miss Smithers 
and Pearl too-all love to look at you-and of course to feel your smooth 
muscular flesh too ... Therefore, show it to us. 

"As you walk naked before us, thrust your buttocks out at us, flex your 
thigh muscles and ripple your belly ... Square your shoulders ... show us 
those beautiful biceps of yours...." 

He had blushed as she spoke. He was not an extrovert and never would be. But 
he worshiped Anne and if she wanted him to strut around a little then he 
would try his best. 

James helped him. 

By this time, the gardener had become his confidante and he even knew about 
the daily baths and the fact that one of the three ladies regularly 
masturbated him.... 

"Some people have all the luck," had been his comment. 

Andy had been astounded. He had only told him after extracting a promise not 
to laugh and when the other boy had been so obviously envious his mouth had 
dropped open. "But you have Pearl, James. And you can jerk yourself off 
whenever you like...." 

"Maybe so. But you have our beautiful mistress and Pearl working on you too. 
I'm not so sure about the dragon lady but ... boy, would I like to get a 
daily hand job from both of the others...." 

"Oh Miss Smithers is alright. I know she looks a dragon but she really is 
very nice under all that stiffness...." 

"I'll take your word for it, Pal," said James dryly. "Anyway, let me give 
you a few clues on how to catch their eye-show you how to attract their 
attention in that special way...." 

He quickly stripped down to his underpants-as brief as Andy's but not made 
from silk-while the other boy looked over his splendid body appreciatively. 
"I wish I had muscles like yours, James...." 

"There's nothing wrong with your body, Andy. You are just smaller built 
that's all." But he smiled gratefully at the other boy's praise. He was 
proud of his body and it was not vain of him to show his appreciation: 
"Thanks for the compliments though ... Anyway, watch...." 

He began strutting back and forth, exaggerating the thrust of his buttocks 
by swinging his hips over his leg with every step-just like the models do on 
the catwalk ... At the same time, he thrust his torso from side to side and 
swung one arm up behind his head and flexed his biceps. 

"See?" he said. 

"I think so...." 

"Alright, now you try it. Strip first though so you can watch yourself in 
the mirror...." 

Andy took off his clothes-right down to the buff. He was so used to 
stripping stark naked on the orders of Anne and the other two that he now 
forgot to stop when he came to his silk bikini. 

James had never actually seen him totally naked. They dressed for the gym 
before they went down there and they showered (or were bathed) in their own 
respective quarters upon their return. 

Now, as he looked over the boy's naked middle his eyes nearly popped.... 

"But ... But you are really beautiful, Andy," he said impulsively. 

"Urn ... er ... Oh get out, James...." 

Andy realized quickly what he had done and made to pull on the discarded 
bikini. 

"No. Leave it off ... I'm not going to touch you if that's what you're 
afraid of ... But I want to look at you, Andy. I don't think I've ever see 
anything quite so ... beautiful.. There's just no other words to describe 
your body." 

"But Pearl ... ? " 

"Oh I don't mean like that ... and you know it! Pearl is Pearl and I will 
take her to my bed whenever I get the chance. I'm not going to fuck you and 
neither do I want to. I'm just saying you have the perfect male 
physique...." 

"But your muscles ... ? " 

" ... Are big and strong. But your body is perfection-the whole. It is so 
lithe and supple and slim and yet your musculature complements your 
physique-perfectly. But why no hair down there? Do you shave it off?" 

"No. It has just never grown. D'you think it makes me look too young? Oh 
God, I wish it would grow." 

"I think you look terrific without it, Andy. Your cock and balls look great 
without being hidden by a mass of hair ... I just might shave mine off and 
see what it looks like...." 

"You mean it? Oh, James ... " He didn't say anything more but he felt a 
wonderful empathy with the boy. His lack of body hair had been worrying him 
for some time. There was still nothing more than the slightest peach-fuzz 
... No sign of any real hair.... 

James showed him more tricks to whet the ladies' appetites and all the while 
his eyes were glued on the slender form of his friend. He knew he didn't 
want to fuck the boy or even to have him play with his cock-but he had an 
overwhelming urge to take him in his arms and hold his body close. 

He resisted the urge however. It wasn't right and he had no idea how Andy 
would react to such sentimental drivel ... He didn't want to lose him as a 
friend. 

***** 

The result of James' advice and help was that Andy now strutted and posed as 
if he was indeed a real model and Anne decided the time was now ripe for him 
to move up a stage in his appreciation of the female form and how to serve 
it. 

After he had stripped for his bath that night, Anne sat as was her usual 
habit, just looking over his naked body, inwardly drooling at the sight of 
his still virgin cock and imagining it thrusting mightily in and out of her 
hungry twat. She also fantasized about his body-that svelte, slender but so 
beautiful form with the now sharply defined muscles and the so smooth and 
creamy skinrubbing up against her own nakedness.... 

'Andy?" she said softly as he paraded back and forth before her, his boyish 
buttocks thrusting up and down, his belly muscles rippling erotically and 
the rest of his body keeping in tune with them.... 

"Yes, Mistress?" 

"Have you ever seen a lady naked? I mean really-not just pictures?" 

He blushed crimson. He stopped his strutting and stood still before her, 
once again become the small boy and very uncertain what she wanted to hear. 
The truth, he supposed but he wasn't sure.... 

"No, Mistress," he said. 

"I didn't think so. Well tonight I am going to show you ... I want you to 
undress me ... Slowly, sensuously ... As if I am a delicate doll which will 
break if too much pressure is applied ... Do you think you can do that?" 

He choked. His eyes figuratively popped out of his head. His mouth dropped. 
He couldn't articulate a single word.... 

"Come, come. Am I as ugly as all that?" She smiled to soften the import of 
her words and he found his voice. 

"Oh no, Mistress. You are quite beautiful ... It's just that I didn't ever 
expect...." 

"You didn't think I would ever let you see me unclothed. Is that it?" 

He nodded, his face still crimson. He couldn't bring himself to look up at 
her. 

"Well I have decided it is time you learned about us women, Andy. Now help 
me up and let's see just how charming a maid you can be...." 

He put out his hand and helped her rise and then he went around the back of 
her and began unfastening buttons and zips and catches.... 

He was a little clumsy at first but she showed him how to undo and remove 
everything gracefully and without it being apparent ... To glide around her; 
to slip the article off her body with the minimum of fuss and bother.... 

In time she stood in her bra and bikini. 

"Touch me, Andy ... With just your fingertips ... Run them over my stomach 
and my shoulders; then down over my thighs." 

He did so, marveling at the beautifully soft texture of her flesh. His cock 
was by now of course fully erect. 

He had not known what she expected of him in this regard-until she had let 
her hand drop onto it and play with it until it was fully hard.... 

"Let your body feel its way, Andy ... If it goes to far, I will tell 
you...." 

Now it throbbed and pulsed as his fingers touched her svelte form.... 

"Take off my bra now, boy...." 

He unhooked the catch and the garment dropped away from her beautiful 
breasts. "Feel them," she said. "But very softly ... Just your fingertips 
... Don't maul them...." 

He wanted to pull her to him. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do 
everything to her ... His instincts, so long repressed, now came to the 
fore. He knew what his cock was for and he wanted to use it for that purpose 
... But of course, he did not. He was too well mannered and too well trained 
to allow his base thoughts to take hold of him. 

"Kiss my breasts, Andy ... Just softly. With just your lips...." 

He reached down, still holding her by her waist and grazed his lips against 
the little nub of her left nipple. 

Immediately, stabs of fire shot through his loins. He thought he was going 
to ejaculate there and then. The sensation was out of this world. 

"What do you feel, Andy?" 

"Fire, Mistress." 

She smiled. "Well you are going to learn to control that fire. I want you to 
enjoy sex. And I am going to teach you how to do so. But I am going also to 
teach you to control it-for two purposes.... 

"The longer you hold back an ejaculation, the better the pleasure will be 
when you do finally release your pent up charge ... But there is something 
else, Andy. A woman does not orgasm in the same way a man does although she 
can achieve a great many climaxes in the space of a single love-making ... 
Now, once you learn how to control your own climax you must then learn to 
watch the lady for signs she is nearing her orgasm ... When you can come at 
the same time she does, you will find the pleasure is twice as 
wonderful...." 

"Am I going to do that, Mistress?" 

She smiled. "No. Not yet, Andy ... In time ... when you have learned how to 
do it properly, then I will take you to my bed ... In the meantime, we are 
going to show you how to control yourself under quite difficult 
circumstances ... Between Pearl and I, you are going to be subjected to the 
greatest temptation to ejaculate before we wish you to...." 

"Pearl, Mistress? But I thought ... ? " 

"You thought Pearl was James'? Is that right?" 

He colored a little. He knew it was supposed to be a secret between the two 
young people. Apparently it was not. 

"I've known about them for a long time, Andy. I didn't do anything about it 
because while I made the rule when they came to me, I know it was silly to 
expect they would keep it if they had a thing going between them ... But 
Pearl has agreed to help me train you. And I am going to recruit James to 
help too...." 

"James!" he said in a strangled voice. "How ... James?" 

"I'm sure he will not object ... Pearl is quite keen actually. They are 
going to show you how it is done-here, in the house...." 

"But he ... ? " 

". . .Doesn't know? No. Not yet. Well, yes actually ... By now he will since 
Pearl will have told him and we will have the answer this evening ... Why? 
Do you have an objection to seeing him and Pearl demonstrate the art of 
love-making?" 

He didn't know what he felt at that moment. Here he was standing naked 
before his mistress who was herself almost naked too and she was calmly 
telling him how she proposed to teach him to fuck-by having her servants 
demonstrate it for his benefit. 

But really he didn't. He thought the world of both James and Pearl and if 
they didn't mind, why should he? 

"No, Mistress," he said. 

"Good. But for now, before your bath, let us see if you can learn to hold 
back ... I am going to masturbate you as well as I know how. I am going to 
tease you with my body ... But I want you to try not to let your cock erupt 
... Take pleasure in what I am going to do to you but do not let it go over 
the brink ... Got it?" 

"Yes, Mistress, but I don't know how well I will do." 

"Just do your best. Keep your mind on it all the time-don't ignore me and my 
body but try to keep your duty to the fore...." 

She sat down again and drew him between her legs. As he looked down at her 
now opened crotch, he could see the dark triangle beneath the fine silk of 
her bikini panties. His cock pulsed a little. 

She reached up and fondled his balls, tickling underneath them while her 
other hand strayed up and down his flat muscular belly. 

"Look at my breasts, Andy," she said softly, alluringly. "Imagine your lips 
on the tits ... Think of your hands stroking the soft flesh...." 

He moaned and his eyes widened even further than their already rounded 
state. 

Her body really was luscious. So slim and so smooth and creamy. But her 
breasts, while not huge were full and not in the slightest drooping. The 
pink tips were delicious-and so were the little protruding nubs of flesh at 
the ends. He had an urge to put his head down and suck on them.... 

She continued playing with his balls while talking to him about her body and 
how he would like to touch it, feel it-with his hands, his lips and his own 
flesh.... 

She knew, from the tortured expression on his face, that he was going 
through an incredible inner turmoil. She knew he would have great difficulty 
in keeping back the coming climax but the only way he would learn was by 
doing and this was the start. 

She was surprised actually. 

He had a mind of his own and when she had asked him to concentrate it on 
this task, he put it to work. His body was screaming at him to let the 
orgasm come-and go. But he held on. His mind refused to let the nerves in 
his cock dictate their own course and for some two minutes past the time he 
thought he had finally lost the battle, he held it back. 

But the mental energy required to do it was enormous and sweat beaded on his 
brow and upper lip at the effort. 

But when he did finally come, he had to agree with her that the effort was 
worth it. 

Holding back had generated an enormous degree of libido in his body and when 
it was released, it was like an explosion. The pleasure was so great he 
screamed ... It was almost painful.... 

No, not painful exactly-but the intensity of the pleasure was so great it 
was truly unbearable. He had to pull away from her fingers, which had kept 
working on his throbbing tool. 

His body was now covered with a fine patina of sweat and his heart was going 
nineteen to the dozen. His lungs were gasping for air and his chest rose and 
fell massively-far more than after his hardest athletics trial.... 

"You see why you have to be fit, Andy?" Anne smiled up at the trembling boy 
still standing between her legs. He nodded, unable to say anything at the 
moment. "Now you know why I encouraged you to go with James to the gym ... ? 
" Again he nodded. 

"Right. Time to bath you. And then tonight, before bed, I am going to 
masturbate you again. The same way but this time with even more to excite 
you. I think you'll find it's just as good the second time around.... 

"Later on, you'll be able, with training, to come time after time. We may 
even be able to train that lovely shaft of yours to stay hard after each 
ejaculation.... 

He was in a delirium of pleasure. He thought all his Christmases had come at 
once. He had actually seen his mistress' body naked. Well nearly naked 
anyway. And it was as beautiful as he had known it would be. 

She had actually allowed him to touch her and what a wondrous sensation that 
had been. Her flesh had felt like the softest satin-so smooth, so creamy. 
And her body was so lithe and lissome ... He knew of course from watching 
her move even when clothed that she had the grace of a leopard and that her 
figure was slim and attractive.... 

But as he had undressed her and beheld the actuality of her flesh he had 
nearly swooned from the glory of it. 

So often she had told him what a nice body he had ... Pah! He scorned his 
body after seeing hers-no matter what she and James had said about it.... 

She remained in her near nude state while she bathed him and his eyes never 
once left her body as her hands moved over his, soaping, lathering, rubbing 
his flesh. 

He grew another erection almost immediately after his huge ejaculation. 

It was not really surprising. His young body was extremely virile and the 
stimulus it was receiving from the sight of her near naked body together 
with her hands running all over his slick flesh was quite enough to give him 
half a dozen erections.... 

Perhaps not surprisingly, his conversation at dinner that evening was 
somewhat monosyllabic. His mind was elsewhere ... On the events preceding 
his bath and those which were still to come. 

Anne indulged him. She knew she had taken a giant step with him this 
afternoon and his mind and body would need time to come to grips with it.... 

"Take off your clothes, Andy...." 

They were back upstairs, this time in her bedroom. He stripped competently, 
as always laying his clothes in a neat pile and once naked, standing-till 
for her habitual inspection of his body. She took her time, notwithstanding 
the fact that only an hour or so before he had been in exactly the same 
state as he was now ... She couldn't get enough of his body and as he stood 
in the same pose, one leg slightly bent and one hip higher than the other, 
she marveled as she looked him over. Marveled that she had this perfection 
at her beck and call and was actually training an eighteen year old boy to 
be her lover.... 

"Undress me again, Andy ... This time completely. . . " 

This time he was better at it, remembering hci instruction of the afternoon. 

Even getting her bikini panties down over h r hips he accomplished with 
finesse and she stepped out of them neatly allowing him to reach down to 
pick them up to place them with her othet clothes. 

"Sniff them, Andy. Smell the aroma of my sex...." 

He put the crotch of the silk garment up to his face and drew in deeply. 
Immediately, his cock began throbbing.... 

It had erected as soon as he had begun to undress her and she had said he 
must learn to control that too. "But we have time to start on that later. 
For now, you must learn to hold back on your ejaculations. Later on you will 
learn how to erect and slacken your penis when you want to, not when it 
decides the time is ripe...." 

He gazed down at her now naked crotch. And then raised his eyes to look at 
her-and found he watching him with amusement. "Never seen one before, eh, 
Andy?" 

"No, Mistress." 

"Well tonight, you will learn to give it a great deal of pleasure ... First, 
get down on your knees in front of me...." 

She sat down in her large wing-chair and spread her legs while he dropped to 
his knees before her "Put your hands on your head, boy. For the moment, they 
have no part to play and we don't want them getting in the way ... Now get 
your head down so your eyes are no further than six inches from my sex ... 
And simply look at it. Devour it with your eyes ... Take in every aspect of 
it...." 

He looked at the hairy slit and he licked his lips. It looked fascinating to 
him. The vertical slit with its strange looking lips. The little bud of her 
clitoris and the folds of soft flesh either side.... 

She kept him on his knees like that for over an hour. He had to learn to 
serve her and anyway, she knew he didn't mind. He worshiped her and he had 
the stamina to take this.... 

She moved her legs now and then, closing her knees in on his head and 
gripping it solidly between her thighs. She made her cunt wiggle and pulsate 
little, teasing him terribly ... And through it all his cock remained solid. 
It ached from the pressure but he scarcely felt it. His eyes were glued on 
that small triangle of hair and what it partially hid. He could smell her 
sex and his nostrils were dilated widely as he sought more and more of the 
heady aroma . ... 

"And now, Andy," she said at last, "I want you to kiss it...." 

He stared up at her. His eyes perfect circles. Opened to their fullest 
capacity in awe at what she was allowing him to do to her.... 

He slowly lowered his face to the love triangle and let his lips touch the 
sweetness of the vaginal lips.... 

"Yes, that's it. Just softly. But keep them there ... Move them a little, 
taste the aroma of my sex . ... " 

For another ten minutes she teased him with this new sensation and then she 
directed him to push his tongue inside her body.... 

"Feel it all, Andy ... Move your tongue around. explore it all...." 

She was having difficulty keeping her voice normal now. He might have been 
no expert. Indeed this was the first time he had ever seen a female cunt in 
the flesh before but perhaps a man's instincts were all that was needed. 

He had dutifully kept his hands up on his head and it bobbed around down 
there between her legs, his tongue delving in deep, his lips working on the 
outside of her vagina ... But she was sure no other man before had brought 
her to the same heights of pleasure with his mouth ... She wondered how much 
of that was due to the love she now knew she had for this boy.... 

She had sensed it building in her over a long period. She knew it was not 
just lust for his body, beautiful as that was. She had grown to admire his 
intellect, undeveloped though it might be and to cherish his gentle manners. 
And she felt something growing in her which was so much more than she had 
ever felt for Charles. 

She didn't know what she was going to do about, it at the moment but it 
could wait. For now she-was savoring-delighting in his sexual stimulation of 
her body. 

She moaned and he looked up at her in consternation. "Are you alright, 
Mistress?" 

She smiled down at him. "No, but keep going, Andy. You don't know how 
wonderful it is...." 

He might not, but he felt his own wonder-awe might be a better 
description-at the sensations he was experiencing as he buried his face in 
her sex. 

She orgasmed in time and he tasted a woman's sexual juices for the first 
time, lapping them up with gusto ... 

For another hour she kept him on his knees with his face in her lap. Five 
times she climaxed, each time with an intensity she found quite 
incredible.... 

And then she masturbated him once more, again enjoining him to try to hold 
back on his ejaculation as long as he could. This time it was harder. He was 
just so excited by the events of the last couple of hours but he did manage 
to hold it back for a couple of minutes.... 

Afterwards, she took the boy into her own shower stall and this time they 
soaped each other down and then rinsed off. 

It was with considerable reluctance she told him to go to his own room for 
the rest of the night. 

Oh how desperately she wanted to keep him here. To take him to her bed and 
have him fuck her all night-and then to lie in those beautiful arms.... 

But no. She had mapped out his 'education' and she would not jump the gun. 

Andy didn't know how close she was to succumbing to her own desires but even 
if he had, he wouldn't have minded not being allowed to taste the silkiness 
of her body next to him.... 

He had quite enough in his immediate memory to keep him happy for weeks.... 

 FIVE 

Anne was careful. 

She didn't want to rush things or to so overload his sexual capacity that he 
became too blase about her or her body. Accordingly, after that first night, 
she kept it from him for another fortnight. And even after that she was 
careful to give him only small doses of her body. 

But while she bathed him and masturbated him at night before bed, she did 
continue to talk to him about sex and about what he might expect in the 
future. 

"In time, Andy, I am going to introduce you to all the wonders of the female 
body. What you have already seen and tasted is but a sample-a very small 
sample of what you may expect in the future...." 

"It has been truly wonderful, Mistress...." 

She smiled. "And are you anxious to observe Pearl and James perform in front 
of you?" 

He colored a little but remained silent. He still wasn't sure about this. 
Both servants were his friends and he thought it somehow obscene that they 
should be asked to strip and then copulate together while he watched. 

"You are embarrassed, Andy?" 

He nodded silently. 

"Why?" 

"They are my friends, Mistress. It seems wrong somehow for such a private 
thing between them to be done in front of me...." 

"I will be there too...." 

He stared at her. He hadn't realized she was going to be there alongside him 
while the two young people fucked together. Somehow that made it even worse. 

"Have you asked James what he thinks, Andy." 

"No, Mistress." 

"Why not?" 

"I ... I was too ashamed...." 

"Ask him. Go and find him now. See what he says...." 

Andy went outside and looked for the handsome young gardener. 

"Hi, Andy. What're you doing?" 

"Looking for you, James." 

"Why? You want to work on the engine?" 

"No. It's something else...." 

"Ah, I see ... " The young man smiled a little. "The mistress sent you out 
to see me, didn't she?" 

"Yes. Look, James, I'm very embarrassed...." 

"Don't be. Pearl and I talked it over and while we hadn't really expected to 
be asked to make love with others watching, we both want to help you if we 
can. And in truth we both are looking forward to it in another way too...." 

"You are ... ? What other way?" 

Now James looked a little sheepish. "The truth of it is we both have a 
little of the exhibitionist in us. TO strip naked while the mistress and you 
are watching us-and then to jump on the bed and fuck appeals to us for some 
perverse reason...." 

"Oh." Andy looked quite relieved but he was also bewildered. He looked shyly 
across at his friend. "You mean you get a hard-on thinking about it ... ? It 
doesn't embarrass you to be seen naked, fucking your girl-friend ... ? " 

"I didn't say that. Yes, it does embarrass us-both of us in fact ... But we 
both think it is that very embarrassment which turns us on, makes us 
excited. I can't explain it, but there it is." 

He stood up and faced Andy. "There's another thing too. Come into the shed, 
I've got something to show you...." 

They both walked across the back garden to the potting shed where James kept 
his tools and fertilizers and all the other gardening paraphernalia. Once 
inside with the door closed, he slipped the tiny brief shorts down over his 
hips to reveal his genitals-now as naked of hair as Andy's.... 

"Oh James! You did it!" 

The gardener grinned. "You like it?" 

"I think it looks nice ... " He suddenly reached up and put his arms around 
his now naked friend, hugging the other boy close. He knew James cared for 
him and that he knew he was ashamed of his lack of pubic hair. He had done 
this so they would both be the same.... 

James felt his heart beating stronger-faster. He put his own muscular arms 
around the other boy and hugged him back. 

He hoped Andy didn't realize his heart was going a great deal faster than it 
should have been. 

He wondered at himself. Why was it beating faster? Why did he have these 
strange urges for the boy? Was he gay? 

No. He assured himself he was not. His performances in bed with Pearl were 
assurance enough of that ... Then why ... ? 

God! What the hell was this? His cock was stirring. He held on to Andy 
tight. He didn't dare let go now for fear the other boy would notice the 
beginnings of his tumescence. 

Andy felt comfort in the bigger boy's arms. They were both the same age but 
James was the more worldly and he was so much bigger physically that it 
seemed natural for him to take the lead. He found he liked the close contact 
with his hard muscular flesh. He wondered what it would be like if he too 
was naked.... 

His hand stroked up and down James' muscular back and reached down to feel 
the boyish buttocks. 

"You feel nice, James," he said innocently. He was not dissembling. He 
genuinely meant it although he too would have been horrified if anyone had 
accused him of being gay. 

His hands on the tall gardener's body had accentuated the problem James had 
between his legs and now his cock was more than half hard. "Thanks, Andy, 
but we'd better separate ... Er, I've, um ... " He pointed down to his near 
fully erect cock in embarrassment. 

Andy laughed-and pointed down to the tent in his own trousers-then quickly 
opened the fly and took out his own hard cock. 

"What does it mean, James? We're not gay, are we?" 

"Of course not. I've got Pearl and the mistress obviously wants you for her 
own ... " He paused. He wasn't at all sure of what he was saying and now he 
demonstrated his own credulity: "Er, what did you feel, just now?" 

"Very strange. I really liked the feel of your body against me...." 

"Yeah, I enjoyed you too ... Look, Andy, as I see it we got two choices ... 
We can pretend this never happened and stay away from each other-by that I 
mean don't touch each other ... Or we can face it." 

"Face it?" 

"Yes. Tell the mistress. An' I think that's what we should do...." 

Andy looked doubtful. "But why? Won't she be angry?" 

"I don't think so. She is one remarkable lady, Andy ... She is training you 
to enjoy sex isn't she." 

"Yes." 

"And she is going to show you how to enjoy it the best way there is." 

"Yes again." 

"Well, I think we should tell her about these strange feelings we have. Let 
her decide what to do...." 

"And have you two done anything other than just this one embrace?" Anne de 
Winter looked at the two of them from the chair in her sitting room. 

"No, Mistress. I just hugged him because he did something for me...." 

"What did you do, James?" 

"Urn, er...." 

"Well?" 

"I, er shaved off my pubic hair, Mistress." 

She looked incredulous. "You did that? For Heaven's sake, why?" 

James looked even more uncomfortable. He blushed-to Andy's amazement-he had 
never seen his friend lose his composure before. "Er, well, I knew Andy was 
embarrassed about his lack of pubic hair and I thought if I was the same, it 
would make him feel less self-conscious." 

She looked at the two of them silently. Really, this was quite 
extraordinary. But she felt a softness towards both boys. To Andy because 
she knew now she loved him and to James because he had wanted to do 
something for Andy. She was pleased too they had brought this piece of 
information to her. Obviously they knew very little about the human sexual 
drive. Well, she would use it for their benefit-but not now ... That could 
come later once she had properly developed Andy's heterosexual abilities. 
But she was intrigued at James' sacrifice. 

"Slip off your pants, James. Show me yourself...." 

He reddened again. Of course she had seen him naked before-when she had 
caned his rump and then masturbated him but this time Andy was present and 
he felt embarrassed. Also, he was self-conscious about his newly naked pubic 
mound as well. 

But he obeyed, pushing the pants right down to his ankles and stepping out 
of them. Now he was as naked as a jaybird-more so than he had been since he 
had reached adolescence for without his pubic hair (and his under-arm hair 
too since he had shaved it off at the same time) he looked so youngand yet 
with his magnificent physique, he was quite obviously a man.... 

Anne smiled as she looked at her handsome young gardener. God! What a 
physique! She rose from her chair and walked around his body. "Beautiful, 
James ... Quite beautiful ... If I was you, I'd keep myself that way ... 
Indeed, you may find you have started quite a fashion...." 

She paused and thought about it for a moment. "Actually, I may follow your 
example myself-but if I do, I may just go and see my beautician ... I 
believe she has a program which achieves the same end without the harshness 
of a razor-and it is permanent." 

James stared at her. But he was pleased too. He had won her approval and 
that was great. Indeed, he might even get a raise. He wondered to himself 
about the permanent solution ... He certainly liked himself naked down there 
but did he want it to be permanent? He resolved to talk it over with Pearl. 

"Now you are here, James, there is another matter...." 

"Yes Mistress?" He bent down and put on his pants again (which Anne thought 
was disappointing but she did not protest). 

"Has Andy here asked you about what we discussed befote?" 

"Yes, Mistress. I told him Pearl and I were actually looking forward to it." 

"Excellent. Shall we say next Saturday night then, after dinner." 

***** 

Saturday night at dinner, Andy was in a state of high excitement. 

For the whole of the previous week, Anne had told him she was going to stop 
his nightly masturbation sessions. And he was not of course allowed to touch 
himself. 

"Just to make sure, Andy, I am going to put a restraint on you. It will feel 
quite comfortable-as long as you do not get an erection. If this happens, 
these little spikes will spear into your penis and hurt it so much you will 
soon cool down. I want you to wear it all day and night ... Yes, even at 
work." 

"By why, Mistress? I mean why now, after all these months of nightly 
masturbation, am I not to have my nightly session?" 

She smiled. "Because, Andy, I want you to have the most wonderful experience 
of your life on Saturday night and continence now will help that...." 

He didn't really understand but he trusted her. 

Now he sat in his dinner suit at the table and for the first time in a week 
the hateful little leather gadget had been removed from around his cock and 
balls. 

Pearl was obviously excited too and she gave tiny conspiratorial winks to 
Andy (out of sight of Anne of course) every time she passed his place. 

Miss Smithers was excited too although she didn't show it. Anne had said she 
might attend if she wished. She had first sought and obtained the two 
principals agreement to this, saying Miss Smithers had a part to play in 
Andy's sexual development and if they didn't mind, she thought the 
housekeeper should be allowed to be present. 

Pearl and James had agreed. Indeed James actually found yet another perverse 
pleasure in the angular woman's impending presence. He decided he must be a 
bit of a masochist for he certainly felt none of Andy's liking for Miss 
Smithers. 

Dinner over, Pearl went off to get ready while Anne and Andy sat over their 
coffee in the drawing room. 

"Excited, Andy." 

"Oh yes, Mistress." 

She smiled. "Actually, so'm I ... Have I told you yet young man, that after 
we observe James and Pearl performing, you are going to do the same thing to 
me?" 

He was aghast. "What? Right there? With Miss Smithers and James and Pearl 
watching ... ? " 

She burst out laughing. "Of course not, you idiot. I am not going to have 
them see me naked-but you are-going to see me naked I mean ... And on this 
occasion, I want you to actually make love to me ... And to do it with as 
much tenderness as you can muster-after watching James and Pearl...." 

She paused a smiled tentatively at her companion. She found herself feeling 
strange things with this boy. As if she wasn't really in control of her own 
emotions. 

She looked at him again. "How does that idea strike you?" 

"Oh Mistress. I want to ... I want to. But I don't know whether I will be up 
to your expectations ... ? " 

"I think you will surpass them actually. But don't worry about it. There's 
nothing worse for the male libido than worrying about sex...." 

Andy's hand shook as he held the cup. This was a bombshell indeed. He had 
been looking forward to watching his two friends perform on the bed in the 
room Anne had prepared upstairs but he hadn't for a moment expected that 
this was the night he was going to make love to his mistress.... 

He knew she had been preparing him slowly and carefully. She had discussed 
it with him often enough. Both Pearl and Miss Smithers had helped her train 
his cock and his balls to perform when he wanted it to. And by this time he 
could hold back his discharge almost at will ... He could also keep it hard, 
even after three or four ejaculations. 

He had secretly been showing James what the mistress had taught him and the 
gardener had been practicing secretly too. Tonight he was going to show off 
his new found powers.... 

Tonight too Andy would be able to demonstrate to Anne how much he had 
learned.... 

She put her cup down and rose in her place. "Well, boy, it's time. Come 
along...." 

Andy had kept his cock slack up till now but as they walked across the large 
room he felt a stirring which would not be quiet. He put his hand in his 
pocket to try to hide the growing bulge in the front of his black dress 
trousers. Anne saw it and smiled surreptitiously but she didn't comment. She 
wanted this night to be one the boy would remember all his life and she 
wasn't going to spoil it by petty carping. 

Andy had not seen the room she had prepared for the evening's entertainment. 
She had kept him in ignorance on purpose and the effect was as she had 
expected ... As they walked in he gasped. 

She had had new carpet put down. A blood red, deep pile Wilton. She had also 
had new wallpaper hung. All four walls were hung with a jet-black paper 
which had a delicate gold design etched into it. The ceiling had been 
painted black. 

In the center of the room stood the huge bed. It had no head or foot and it 
was covered with a rich red satin sheet. Black pillows lay strewn around it 
at intervals. 

Three chairs covered in a deep red brocade stood around the bed. 

Special spot lights which caught the bed itself but left the rest of the 
room in semi-darkness had been fitted in the ceiling. 

Anne and Andy and Miss Smithers sat themselves down in the chairs and talked 
of inconsequential subjects until some music started, coming from hidden 
speakers. The music had been carefully chosen by Anne for its erotic flavor 
and while it wasn't obtrusive, it could certainly be heard. 

A few moments after the music started, the door opened and Pearl entered. 

Again Andy gasped. He could believe what the girl now looked like. 

He was used to seeing her in the brief skirt and tiny halter of course and 
he had thought it looked very erotic. But now, she looked positively 
ravishing. 

She wore pants made of some filmy transparent substance-gossamer fine and 
quite revealing. She wore nothing beneath them and through the material, 
Andy could easily see her vagina-and he could see it was now as naked of 
hair as his and James'. 

Above the pants which were slung very low down on her hips, her midriff was 
bare. Her breasts were covered in a sort of bra made of the same material as 
her pants and tight against her beautiful breasts as they were, every last 
inch of her skin was easily to be seen. The pink aureoles and the nipples 
were most conspicuous ... indeed the material made her look more naked than 
if she had worn nothing. 

A scarf of the same material was wound over her brown curls.... 

She looked incredible and Anne smiled as she beheld Andy's awe. She and 
Pearl had labored long over this costume and it was having the desired 
effect on Andy's libido.... 

Pearl danced around the bed stopping in front of each of the three 
spectators, shaking her body back and forth and arching it to expose her 
breasts and her sex. 

Even Miss Smithers felt an odd stirring in her loins which she found 
wonderful. Her crusty old face softened as she beheld the beauty of her 
young assistant.... 

The dance over, Pearl moved voluptuously over to the bed and climbed onto 
it, stretching her body sensuously over its satin covered surface and 
squirming sensuously as she waited for her partner to arrive.... 

Andy's mouth was agape as he beheld the beautiful young servant on the bed. 
He knew she might as well be naked as wearing those gossamer wisps of cloth 
on her body but then he also knew they made her look so even more naked than 
naked.... 

And then the door opened again and James came in. 

If it was possible, Andy's mouth dropped even wider. 

James was dressed in an array of leather. 

He had on a black leather mask which covered his head completely-right down 
to the neck. Across his broad muscular chest was a harness of the same 
leather and this came down to and was also buckled around his slim waist. 

Over his genitals there was a pouch of soft black leather but his buttocks 
were bare. 

On his feel were sandals of the same black leather and in his right hand he 
wielded an oiled black leather snake which he cracked a couple of times. 

On the bed, Pearl cowered in fear. 

Andy uttered a strangled cry but Anne put her hand out onto his thigh and 
quietened him. She hoped she hadn't gone too far in designing this erotic 
tableau.... 

James threw down the whip and moved over to the bed, standing over it and 
looking down on the beautiful 'slave-girl' lying there.... 

Then he reached down and simply tore the thin material from her breasts. It 
came away easily and she was naked from the hips up. 

He reached down and fondled her breasts while she squirmed in obvious 
pleasure, her fear now apparently forgotten. 

For some five minutes he continued with this and then he paused, running his 
hands down over her flat belly to grasp at the material of her transparent 
pantaloons. 

Then, in one smart move, he tore them from her body as well. They had been 
designed for this and came away easily. Now she was as naked as the day she 
was born except for the scarf over her brown curls.... 

James reached down and fingered her naked vaginal region, allowing his 
fingers to tease the outer and inner lips of her cunt until she was again 
squirming in near ecstasy.... 

And then he stopped, straightening up and facing his audience. 

He flexed his muscles a few times and now Andy felt his already stiff cock 
get harder still. He thought Pearl was an enticing creature as she lay, 
apparently helpless on the bed-as a naked slave-girl waiting for her 
master-the man in leather, to take her ... But when James began to show off 
his splendid muscles, he found this just as enticing.... 

Now, James removed the sandals-and then the codpiece allowing his hard cock 
to spring to life from his naked groin. It wasn't as big as Andy's but it 
was a very respectable nine inches of hard man-meat.... 

Once his groin was fully exposed, he undid the buckles which held his torso 
harness in place and it fell to the floor. Now there remained just his mask 
and this too went the way of the rest of it. 

Pearl lay back on the bed and now surveyed not her master, but her lover. No 
longer was she the voluptuous slave-girl but James' paramour. And he was not 
the slave-master but simply Pearl's boyfriend. . . 

But it had been a startling introduction and it had set the scene 
beautifully. 

Now that he was naked, he sat down on the bed and ran his fingertips over 
his lover's body, apparently now oblivious of his three watchers. In fact he 
couldn't even see them. The lights on him and Pearl and the bed were so 
bright that to penetrate the gloom outside their ambit, he would have to 
peer and he didn't bother. It was better anyway to forget about them and get 
on with the show. 

Anne had spent a long time discussing this evening's show with the two of 
them. Not in actual rehearsal-she didn't want to embarrass them with that, 
but in making suggestions about how the scene should unfold and James now 
followed her suggestions. 

He started with this tender and so sensual massage of Pearl's flesh and soon 
she was wriggling and moaning as he excited her wonderfully. Despite the 
fact that he was already a reasonably experienced lover, he too had learned 
from Anne's suggestions and he hoped perhaps the lessons might be permitted 
to continue after this night was over. 

Pearl reached up to caress his handsome face and then she pulled him down so 
she could kiss him. 

Andy watched in open-mouthed awe. He didn't know if he was taking all this 
in. He was really too excited to know anything much. 

Anne wasn't worried whether he did or didn't. She would lead the way later 
on and the purpose of this exercise was to raise his excitement to fever 
pitch before the main event.... 

James lay down beside Pearl now and their bodies were entwined-although he 
had not yet inserted his cock into her. 

His hands raked over her body-and hers did the same to his. They kissed and 
cuddled and their libidos mounted higher and higher. 

James knew his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life and he 
silently thanked his mistress for this night. 

He felt no embarrassment now. Not a whisker of shame that others were 
watching him and Pearl on the love-nest. He didn't even care that Miss 
Smithers was among the three spectators.... 

The three of them made no sound but in the semidarkness of their position, 
their hands were occupied with their middle regions. The two women in slowly 
rubbing at the highly charged nerve endings in their vaginas, Andy keeping 
his cock away from the material of his pants, concerned he didn't ejaculate 
prematurely. He knew Anne wanted him to keep himself for her this night and 
he himself wanted to as well. 

It was just as well, he thought, that she had trained him-and his cock-to 
control its emissions. He knew that without that training, he would have 
been helpless to have kept back the floodgates of desire once this little 
tableau had been presented to him.... 

He watched now as the squirming, wriggling bodies on the satin sheet became 
more frenzied. 

Their hands searched harder, more deeply and their lips found other places 
to kiss and lick than just the other's mouth. 

It was a sight so damned erotic Andy found it harder and harder to keep 
control of himself. He managed it somehow but he was having problems.... 

By now James and Pearl were quite frenetic. Their bodies were all over one 
another. James' great muscles rippled and bunched as his body moved this way 
and that. Pearl's finer body melted against her lover's while her hands 
continued to tear and grip at him. Andy was amused that he particularly 
admired the way James boyish but so muscular buttocks bunched and then 
relaxed as he thrust his loins forward and back, sliding his cock over 
Pearls flesh-He stayed clear of her cunt as long as he could. Anne had asked 
him to try to do this although as she said, she knew it would not be easy. 
"You'll find, young man, that the longer you stay out of it, the more 
wonderful it will be when you do enter inside...." 

"But what about me?" had wailed Pearl. 

"Oh you will have quite enough from his body rubbing against you to keep you 
excited, Pearl ... In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you enjoy a couple of 
climaxes even before he enters you...." 

And so it was. 

As Andy and the two women watched, they saw Pearl arch her back and scream 
just a little as James' fingers and just the contact with his beautiful 
flesh sent her over the brink into a wondrous orgasm.... 

And then when he succumbed at last to the temptation and thrust his 
throbbing tool inside her, she clung to him in yet another round of ecstasy 
as the extraordinarily sensitized nerve-endings were assaulted by the actual 
movement of his cock inside her cunt. 

She had lost count of the number of times they had made love on his bed in 
his quarters over the garage. But she was sure none of them had ever been 
like this. 

She understood now what the mistress had meant when she had directed them to 
lead up to the actual penetration slowly. She even understood that the 
foreplay with the costumes and James' whip had all played their part. The 
fact that he had not lashed it down on her body had nothing to do with it. 
Merely carrying it and snapping it in the air a couple of times had been an 
incredible turn-on ... And the sight of him in that get-up had been a 
wonderful delight too. 

And so slowly, partly from what she saw-the bizarre room and their costumes 
and the slow revealing of their bodies; and partly from the fact they had 
led into the actual sex by degrees and not straight into a mere fuck 
session, their libidos had been charged and risen to peaks neither had ever 
felt before. 

Pearl knew James' cock on the nerves inside her twat had never been more 
excited. She also knew he was far more aroused than he had ever been before. 

It told her something.... 

That thought and preparation had a lot to do with successful sex. She too 
had something to thank her mistress for.... 

And so when their joint orgasms came, they were outstanding. 

James remembered to hold back his own as long as he could. 

He knew he had brought Pearl to two climaxes before he entered her properly. 
And he gave her another two before he decided it was time for his own 
release. 

He timed it carefully, bringing her back up to the brink just as he himself 
let his own emotions go.... 

Both of them screamed in lust as the pleasure overwhelmed them. 

James body went rigid over his partner. 

She arched her own body up displaying a strength she didn't know she had. 
The two of them presented something no sex show ever had ... For their show 
was for real. They loved each other very much and Miss de Winter's 
suggestions had only enhanced something they had been doing before.... 

Andy watched in awe. Time stood still for him. He wondered if he would be 
able to emulate what was obviously an experience of sheer wonder for his two 
friends.... 

Anne rose silently and beckoned to the two others to precede her out of the 
room. 

They would leave the two young lovers to their night of pleasure, 
undisturbed by lecherous spectators. . . 

 SIX 

In her bedroom, Anne directed Andy to take off his clothes while she sat and 
watched. 

She too had felt the power of the performance they had just witnessed and 
like Andy, had experienced an uncommon rise in her libido. 

But although she desperately wanted Andy's body. Desperately wanted to feel 
his beautiful cock inside her hot and hungry cunt, she forced herself to go 
about it calmly. 

The sight of his shapely body had always inflamed her. She adored bathing 
him, running her soft hands over his delicious flesh, feeling the hardness 
of his muscles under the satin smooth flesh. 

She also adored masturbating him as he stood naked between her open legs 
each night. She had missed those sessions this last week ... But tonight he 
was going to make up for it. 

She was sure after all the preparation she had so carefully followed since 
the moment of his arrival here all those months ago, that he was ready-very 
ready-for this ultimate test. 

She knew for example that he was now so much more virile than he had been 
before. He could come four or five times in one masturbation session without 
any trouble at all-and between each he could keep his cock good and hard. He 
could hold back his release, despite her best efforts to force him over the 
brink.... 

On one occasion, he had held it back for over thirty minutes while she 
worked solidly on his cock, although the perspiration had beaded on his brow 
and upper lip with the concentration necessary. 

She also knew he wanted her. He had adored her from afar even before she had 
brought him here but since coming, that adoration had turned into a love 
which was far better than the childish crush he had had on her previously. 

This was real love. She knew it well because she now knew she loved him just 
as much. 

She had never told him of course. He was still a boy in so many ways 
although their outings together, the education she and her servants had 
undertaken with him had brought him out in so many ways. 

She would tell him but not yet.... 

She gazed up at him now standing nude before her. 

Oh God he had a beautiful body. It truly was perfect. She wouldn't alter a 
single thing given the means ... He wasn't as muscular as James nor was he 
ever going to be as tall although he had grown a little in the time he had 
been with them. But his stature perfectly matched his physique and she 
wouldn't want to make any changes to it.... 

He smiled down at her and looked from her face to his still rampant cock, 
quivering in the desire which had brought it to life the moment she had told 
him he was going to make love to her this night. 

Watching James and Pearl's performance had inflamed it still further but now 
it ached with the awesome strength of his erection. 

She relented. "Yes. You're right, Andy. It is time. You may undress me...." 

By this time he had learned well how to do this carefully yet sensuously so 
each garment was removed easily and effortlessly and without her being 
apparent of it 

***** 

He was so graceful she thought, as he glided around her, quite unmoved now 
by his nakedness.... 

He no longer felt self-conscious about being naked in her presence or 
Pearl's or even Miss Smithers'. And since he and James often compared notes 
about sex these days, even looking at the other boy in the nude didn't phase 
him. 

Of course if he had been asked to strip in front of a stranger it would have 
been a different thing but as it was, he now felt a certain pride in 
displaying a body which he knew had improved out of sight since he had 
started work at James' gym down the road.... 

Once she was as naked as he, they stood, simply looking at each other ... 
both admiring the other's body and imagining the pleasure which was coming. 

"I am going to leave it to you, Andy. Do with me what you will ... Follow 
James' lead if you like; or make up your own from what we have discussed so 
often." 

It was true. She had talked over and over with him about the techniques of 
sex. She had discussed with him the Kama Sutra and so many other books both 
from the East as well as western texts. He knew the theory and she was sure 
her careful training had brought him to a perfect state of readiness. 

He smiled and her heart melted. His smile was so boyish and innocent and yet 
it also had a tinge of wantonness about it. 

He took the two steps necessary to bring him to her side-and then he bent 
down and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her over to her bed where he laid 
her down on the satin sheet, turned down in readiness for this evening. 

Although he was small she felt the strength of his body in his arms as he so 
easily lifted her. She delighted in the feel of her flesh against his chest 
and the muscles in his arms.... 

He spread her arms above her head and opened her legs, gazing down in 
rapture at the smooth flesh of her vagina. 

Anne had carried out her idea and had had her beautician 
remove-permanently-the hair down there. He thought it looked beautiful. He 
observed the folds of pink flesh; the lips at each side of the long slit in 
her flesh; the inner lips glinting wetly at him. He knew, because she had 
shown him Pearl's naked body and pointed out the various parts of the female 
sexual organs. He smiled as he remembered the girl's initial embarrassment 
but then she had become as excited as he and had actually showed him how a 
girl masturbated herself, taking off all her clothes for the demonstration. 

Wanton slut, Anne had thought but then she too had smiled. It was her fault 
in the first place for putting the girl in this position. She couldn't blame 
Pearl for carrying on with it.... 

Now, Andy climbed, sinuously and as sensuously as he could manage, onto the 
bed to kneel between his mistress' wide spread legs. 

She licked her lips as she gazed up at his splendid body with that 
magnificent weapon between his legs, still throbbing and shuddering as it 
prepared itself for the moment of his life. 

But she had dinned into him over and over again that the lead-up was 
everything. A masterfully executed fore-play meant that the actual sex which 
followed would be wondrous. Without it, the end result might be good-but not 
wonderful. 

He leaned forward and allowed his face to hover over her right breast, 
darting his tongue out to just touch the very end of the nipple. 

Anne moaned in pleasure. 

He breathed his hot breath over her other nipple and then lapped his tongue 
very softly around the numerous erogenous zones of her body raising her up, 
up and up further. 

He didn't rush it. 

They had all night and he wanted this to be as good for Anne as he hoped it 
would be for him.... 

His cock continued to throb and to swell to its gigantic twelve inch length. 
It had been hard for hours but now as he gazed down on the svelte form of 
his mistress, it grew that last little bit, the skin shiny from the 
massiveness of his erection. 

His fingers darted over her body. His tongue danced over her flesh. 

She squirmed and writhed on the satin sheet as he drove her higher and 
higher.... 

Like James with Pearl before him, he brought her to two magnificent orgasms 
before deciding the time was now ripe for him to enter her. 

This was the moment. 

This was the moment he had been waiting for all his life-or so he thought 
right then. He knew of course she had been preparing him for sex but until 
recently he had not realized it was for sex with her ... He hadn't really 
thought that out properly. 

Anyway it didn't matter now. In a moment or two he was going to experience 
what every man does once in his life-but in his case, having been so 
carefully brought to this point, it was going to be an experience of 
momentous proportions. He knew that. 

He pushed it in carefully.... 

Oh God! It was beautiful. Her pussy was so soft and yet so hot and clinging; 
it seemed to caress him as he moved the full length of his shaft slowly 
inside her. It felt as if a thousand tiny fingers were reaching out to 
tickle and fondle his cock as it slid up inside the glorious passage. 

He had kept his upper body up on his hands, gazing down into her eyes which 
bored into his. 

Both of them were lost in the wonder and the love of the moment. 

Her eyes were misty as she gazed up at his beautiful face. His were adoring 
as they locked onto hers. 

She reached up and pulled his body down onto her own. 

She wanted to feel the satin smooth skin of his beautiful body on hers. The 
foreplay had been everything she had expected-and more. He had excelled 
himself., . . Now she waited to see how he was going to proceed. 

He lay there for long moments, savoring the wonder of her soft flesh under 
his own. He kissed her softly on the lips-and then the kiss became more 
intense as he felt the sweetness of her lips. 

He delighted in the continued feel of the thousand fingers caressing his 
cock lying almost still inside her body. 

This was a thousand times better than any hand job-even if she did it.... 

Anne reached around his body and caressed his muscular back and then allowed 
her hands to move down over those boyish orbs she loved so much. 

His buttocks were truly beautiful. Of course all of him was but these 
creamy, so sharply defined curves were so smooth, so shapely ... She 
delighted in caressing them nearly as much as she enjoyed running her small 
hands up and down the scalloped planes of his belly. 

Now she felt those same belly muscles against her own flat stomach and she 
thrust her loins up so she could savor the sensation even more.... 

Andy continued to kiss her until he thought his lungs would burst and he had 
to come up for some air. 

Then he began thrusting. 

Just gently at first. Long slow strokes in which he withdrew his massive 
cock almost completely from her vagina, and then thrust it slowly back 
inside-just like one of those ancient, slow-moving, horizontal steam engines 
you see in steam museums where the piston moved so slowly in the cylinder, 
reaches the end of its travel and then starts to slide out again only to 
repeat the process indefinitely. 

That was what Andy had in mind now. 

An indefinite, slow and incredibly exciting movement of his cock in and out 
of his lover's body until he had her screaming in wanton lust, crying out 
for release ... And he wanted her to enjoy his body until she was too 
exhausted to take another single moment of it.... 

It may have been his first sexual experience ... Well his first real 
experience ... But he carried it out with dignity.... 

You think that's a strange way of describing a sexual encounter? Maybe it 
is. He brought her to a series of crashing, screaming orgasms. He enjoyed 
five himself ... But through it all he behaved as the perfect gentleman-just 
as Anne had taught him. 

He was ever solicitous of her needs and emotions, shaping his actions for 
her pleasure not his own.... 

Not that he didn't enjoy it. He did and very much so. It was, as he had 
hoped, the most climactic experience of his young life ... But through all 
the wonder of that orgasmic pleasure, he kept control over himself, 
rationing his sexual drive to suit her needs rather than his own. 

It may have been partly Andy's inherent good nature but it was also Anne's 
training. She had taught him that sex between a man and a woman was largely 
in the man's hands. A woman had her role to play and she could influence the 
action in many ways, even contributing with her body to the frenzied 
coupling ... But it was still the man who had control and it was up to him 
to ensure he thought of his partner first and foremost. 

Andy did this. He never let himself forget that Anne's pleasure came before 
his. 

And as a result, she enjoyed the most incredibly wonderful sex of her life. 

She had known in her inner heart this boy was going to be great in bed ... 
She hadn't in her wildest dreams imagined he would be as good as this. 

Those first two orgasms had been great. But the seven or eight she 
experienced while he was inside her were something quite out of the box. 
Never in her life ... not with any man before had she ever experienced such 
joy, such incredibly intense physical pleasure. 

Andy had taken her up onto a plane so high her mind was blanked out to 
everything else. His body caressing hers; his hands lightly fondling her 
skin; his lips darting here and there, all over her face and neck and 
breasts.... 

And above all his great shaft, so elegantly driving in and out of her 
body.... 

At first he had been gentle, bringing her up slowly to a peak. Then he had 
begun to increase the pace and make his thrusts harder.... 

Then he had slowed down again when he felt her body approaching the brink 
too early ... Up and up he brought her, then kept her hovering on the edge 
until she screamed for him to release her ... But he wouldn't. 

He drove her crazy for long, long minutes before he let her come in an orgy 
of wild abandon.... 

And even while she was coming, during the orgasm itself, her body flailing 
about wantonly on the satin sheet, he kept it up, knowing he was driving her 
insane with the lust of the moment. 

After each massive climax he stayed hard. He rationed his own climaxes 
carefully. He knew he could manage probably no more than three or four, 
possibly five ejaculations, and after that it would be impossible to keep 
his cock hard ... Therefore he had to use each one of his to her two or 
three.... 

And staying hard, he remained inside her body; his cock as still as he could 
keep it, so she could recover a little but ready as soon as he judged she 
had calmed sufficiently, to begin all over again.... 

Both of them became hot and sweaty but they ignored it. They had no time to 
wipe it off ... And anyway the film of perspiration acted as a lubricant 
between their bodies making the tactile sensations even more wonderful.... 

For some four hours Andy kept Anne on a high so sublime she felt almost 
ethereal-as if she was no longer of this Earth but was now way up on Cloud 
Nine or equivalent. She felt her body but there was nothing but her body. 
The room, her house, the city ... were all removed, non-existent. 

There was only Andy. Andy and his wondrous body and his awesome cock. 

Andy and his loving, caring nature ... Andy whom she was going to marry.... 

She stopped in the middle of the reverie which was running alongside the 
physical feelings which the boy was rousing in her.... 

What was that she had thought? Marry him? He was still only a boy. He was 
eighteen and she thirty-five-nearly twice his age.... 

She looked up at him now once again up on his outstretched hands as he drove 
his cock in and out of her body and she caressed his smooth beardless cheek 
with one hand. 

He smiled down at her as she looked up at him-and was concerned that 
something which looked like bewilderment was now written all over her face. 

He stopped. "Is something the matter, Mistress?" 

"Yes there is, Andy. But it's nothing to do with you ... Or rather nothing 
you can do anything about...." 

But he looked worried. "Is it not good? Have I failed somewhere?" 

She smiled and laughed gently. "It is the best Andy-and I mean that. What 
you have given me tonight has been the most wonderful experience of my 
life-ever-and I mean that from the bottom of my heart...." 

He looked relieved. "Then, what's the matter? Can't I help?" 

"No ... But thank you for asking. It's just something I thought of. It'll go 
away...." 

But it didn't and it wouldn't. 

They rose soon after that and showered together then she led him back to the 
bed and they lay beside each other. Andy went to sleep almost immediately, 
his hand draped across Anne's breasts, his cock, once again, quite 
incredibly, half hard.... 

But Anne lay there thinking on the thought which had insinuated itself into 
her mind. Is this why she had brought the boy to her home. Had she been 
looking for a husband to replace her fiancee Charles who had been so 
faithless. Had she decided on a boy whom she could mold and then manipulate 
as she wished? 

She didn't like these thoughts for she knew they were at least half way too 
close to the truth. 

What was the answer then? 

Did she kick him out; send him back to those drab and colorless parents. 
Fire him from his job so she would never be tempted again? 

Or did she keep him there to use as a kind of gigolo whenever she wanted 
him.... 

Or was the thought a possibility? 

She thought about it deeply. 

There was no doubt he had developed in an extraordinary fashion since she 
had taken him in. She recognized he had probably had a keen mind from the 
beginning but no-one had been able to bring it out while he lived with his 
parents.... 

At work he was popular and efficient-and what's even more important in an 
advertising agency-creative. She had already made him an account executive 
and he had his own small team working on a couple of small accounts.... 

Culturally he had taken to such things as ballet and the opera as if he had 
been brought up to it all his life ... He had found her library a wonderful 
source of knowledge and he read avidly.... 

He got on so well with the servants, too. He did not patronize them and he 
didn't take liberties with them. James was his friend but he had developed 
the bearing which told the gardener that Andy was different from him. 

She thought briefly about his physical development and her heart melted-and 
her loins began to fire up again. 

Yes, he was beautiful. 

She gazed down at him lying beside her ... No, she thought. She had to stop 
this line of thought. If she didn't she would have to wake him and make him 
take her yet again.... 

God, what a lover he was though! That beautiful body with its smooth sharp 
muscles and the so shapely physique; that incredible cock, so powerful and 
so capable of raising her to the most fantastic heights of pleasure.... 

And the capacity he seemed to have ... Almost never-ending.... 

Yes. She had to have him, no matter what. There would be difficulties.. All 
sorts of difficulties.... 

There was his place at work, for example. He couldn't continue to be an up 
and coming account executive if he was her husband. 

How would he fit in here as her husband rather than a boy she was training 
for sex ... ? What would Miss Smithers think-and for that matter Cook and 
Pearl and James? 

Would he wish to take this step ... ? 

She tossed and turned, unable to find the answers. Oh why had she taken him 
in? 

But she quickly rejected that notion. She loved the boy-the man, as he had 
proved himself this night ... Whatever the problems ... Whatever 
difficulties they had to face, they would surmount them together.... 

She fell asleep at last-and dreamed of Andy as a knight in shining armor 
(although his armor did not extend to his cock which stood up hard and proud 
outside it) mounted on a white charger, coming to rescue her from some 
mysterious and undefined dragon. 

***** 

The next day at breakfast she complimented him fulsomely on his performance. 

He blushed and said it was all her doing. She was so fair, so alluring (he 
said), she would have inspired anyone to the same heights.... 

"Why, Andy, that is beautiful. You really mean it too ... ? " 

"I do-from the bottom of my heart." 

"Well, I think you had better move your things to my room ... Don't you?" 

"Oh, Mistress...." 

"And that's another thing ... From now on, I want you to call me Anne. I am 
no longer your mistress. Your training is over...." 

"Then what ... ? Why ... ? " 

She smiled. "Let's just see how things develop, shall we Andy. I don't know 
what is what in my own mind yet and I'm sure you feel just as confused...." 

"I, er, Mist ... Anne ... I love you ... I know that." 

"Yes and I love you too, Andy. But what do we do with this love?" 

He shrugged helplessly. He didn't know. He wanted her to be his wife but he 
knew he couldn't ask her. He was still in awe of her, notwithstanding last 
night. 

"As I say, Andy, let's just let things develop. I want you to stay here and 
I want you to be my lover ... Is that enough for now ... ? " 

"Oh yes, Mist ... Anne...." 

"Let's talk about work for a moment ... How are you going with the Stik-Glu 
account?" 

"I've got some great ideas in the pipe-line. Actually I was going to come to 
you today with them ... " He went on to outline his thoughts on the 
promotion and her eyes lit up with pleasure. He would soon be taking on much 
more important accounts if this was any indication of his ability. 

She began to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Why not take him as her 
partner? Her company had been solely owned by her till now but there was no 
reason why she shouldn't take Andy in ... Not yet of course. It was much too 
early for that ... But if their relationship developed as she thought it 
would now that she was no longer 'Mistress' to him, it was a distinct 
possibility. 

Her thoughts switched again. There was one remaining aspect of his sexuality 
which she wanted to explore and next weekend she would. There would need to 
be some careful preparation but she was sure James would agree. She might 
have to do some fast talking with Pearl though. The girl was really in love 
with the handsome gardener and what she had in mind might well horrify the 
girl.... 

Anyway, she would talk to them both this evening when she got home from 
work. 

Anne kissed Andy goodbye and they left in their respective cars. 

***** 

"What's going on, Gwen?" asked Cook of the housekeeper. 

Miss Smithers smiled slowly. "I think the boy has hooked her, Hilda...." 

"Hmmm. And what will that mean for us?" 

"Why, nothing, I should say ... Don't you like the boy?" 

"I think the world of him ... But as master of this house ... ? " 

"I think you may have no fears on that score, Gwen. That boy is the nearest 
thing to the perfect gentleman I have ever seen. If he does catch her and 
they are married, I'd bet my bottom dollar he won't change one little bit. 
He'll still be the perfect young gentleman to you, to me and to Pearl and 

James." 

"You reckon he'll still be as friendly towards us?" 

"Just the same as he is now, I'll be bound...." 

Cook assumed a conspiratorial manner. "What's he like without his clothes 
on, Gwen?" 

Miss Smithers face stiffened. She got on well with Hilda Brown but she was 
not going to betray upstairs bedroom secrets to her. Cook blanched. She knew 
she had gone too far and she turned away to start on the evening meal, 
muttering something about going too far and she was sorry. 

Miss Smithers smiled to herself and stalked out of the kitchen. 

Pearl and James had also caught the new atmosphere between their mistress 
and her 'guest'. They knew of course where Andy had spent the night. In a 
house like this there was little that went on the servants did not know.... 

James was pleased for the boy. He knew where Miss de Winter had been leading 
him of course and he both approved and applauded it. That he had been a part 
of that development he was grateful for. He hadn't minded in the least 
performing with Pearl for Andy's benefit-indeed it had been one hell of a 
turn-on for him and the girl both. After the others had left, they had gone 
on for another couple of hours before falling asleep together. 

But he still had a nagging wish to touch Andy ... To feel him. He didn't 
dare mention it to Pearl. He had no idea what she might think of gays and he 
didn't dare find out. Of course he wasn't really gay. He just wanted to try 
it out-that was quite different. . . 

And so when the mistress took him aside that night, he felt as if an 
explosion-a mild one-had gone off in his heart.... 

 SEVEN 

"You mean you want me to try Andy out as a gay, Miss de Winter?" 

Anne smiled. "In a word-yes ... I am going to be quite frank with you James, 
because I know you are his friend.... 

"You see, I want Andy to have as full a sex life as he can know." She looked 
narrowly at her handsome gardener as if weighing up if she could trust him. 
She came to a decision. 

She went on: "I have plans for that young man but first I want him to know 
everything life can offer him in the sex field ... I think it's time we 
explored what you two felt when you embraced each other that time.... 

I suspect there is a little more in your friendship for him than just simple 
comradeship. Isn't that right?" 

The muscular young man shrugged. He could be risking a lot in being frank. 
He really didn't know if she was just fishing or if she genuinely meant what 
she said. When they had told her about the embrace and what they had felt on 
that previous occasion, she had seemed to be understanding but things had 
developed between her and Andy since then. James just wasn't sure.... 

If she was fishing, his job might well be on the line. But if not, all sorts 
of possibilities presented themselves. 

He decided to risk it but he hedged his bets too: "I will be frank too, 
Miss. I really can't answer your question. It is true that I have had 
strange feelings for him which no other man or boy has ever raised in me but 
apart from that one time, I have never touched him in that way and until I 
do, I don't know what it means...." 

Thank you for being open with me, James ... " She smiled wryly. She had 
mixed feelings herself about what she was going to do for the boy. But she 
pressed ahead regardless: "It just may be that you will soon find out ... 
How do you think he feels about you-about it?" 

"About sex with me, you mean?" 

"Yes." 

"We haven't ever discussed it since we told you ... but I think he wants to 
try it too...." 

"I see ... What did you have in mind, then ... ? By that I mean have you had 
any experience in these things?" 

"No, Miss ... I just sort of thought we'd let things take their course." 

"I don't think so, James. For example, suppose you decided to have anal 
intercourse with him ... His anus is quite unused to such things ... It 
would hurt him a lot." 

"Oh. Well what do you suggest then?" 

"I'll show you, if I may?" He nodded but he wondered what she had in mind. 
"Go over to that cupboard James. Bring me the little box you'll find in the 
second drawer...." 

He brought her back the carved and polished wooden box which she opened and 
showed him. His mouth dropped open in awe-and a little bit of fear, too. 
Inside the velvet-lined box was an array of beautifully carved marble 
dildoes. They ranged in size from a slim half inch model to a huge three 
inch one. 

"Take off your clothes, James. I'll show you how a first penetration can be 
very nice...." 

He stripped, a little reluctantly, wondering what Pearl would say if she 
could see this. 

Anne read his mind. "Don't worry about Pearl, James. I've had a talk to her 
about this whole scene and while she wants you for herself, when I explained 
what might come of it, she agreed. She knows I have you here and she also 
knows what I am going to do to you." 

"Oh," he said. He wondered what it was that 'might come of it' from this. 

She looked him up and down as he stepped out of his last garment and smiled 
in ready approval at his fine physique. "You really are to be complimented 
on your body, James. It surely is the most beautifully muscled body I've 
seen in a long time." 

He was surprised. He knew he didn't come anywhere near the huge muscles of 
the bodybuilding stars. He said so. 

"Ugh," she said in genuine distaste. "I hope you never become like them! 
They look revolting. No, what I mean is that although your muscles are 
beautifully developed-so sharp and clean, they are not so big as to appear 
to overshadow your body. Do you understand?" 

He did. He too disliked the hugeness of the bodybuilders and he had been 
careful not to use too heavy weights in his training which would build those 
massive muscles ... He had said as much to 

Andy when they trained together and he had agreed that what they had done 
together looked so much better. 

'Alright, James, up on the bed-on your belly-and spread your legs wide and 
get that delightful bottom of yours up in the air...." 

He climbed up onto her bed but his heart was hammering. He was more than a 
little scared of what he knew was coming although he didn't have the courage 
to refuse her.... 

"Yes, that's it. Excellent. It opens your bottom for me perfectly. Now, 
first I am going to relax it ... I know you're scared but don't be. I assure 
you, what I am going to do to you is not going to hurt a bit. Indeed, I 
suspect if you will let yourself, you might very well enjoy it a great deal 
... I know I did the first time...." 

"You! Miss? You mean you've had this done to you?" 

"Oh yes, James. There are many ways a man and a woman enjoy sex you know ... 
Many of us have gone a long way past the so-called 'Missionary Position'. " 

"But...." 

"But what?" 

"But having your, er ass-hole, er fucked by a man ... ? " 

"I can assure you it is quite wonderful ... " He subsided, trying to digest 
this startling piece of information. He wondered what Pearl would say if he 
suggested she open her bottom for his cock. 

"Now I'm going to touch it," she said. "Try to keep it relaxed...." 

He jumped a bit at the first touch but then he did relax it and actually, 
yes, it wasn't all that bad. He found himself enjoying the little movements 
of her fingers on his anus. 

"Good, James. Now I'm going to push inside just a little. If you relax the 
anal ring, it won't hurt but if you tighten it up trying to keep my finger 
out, it will hurt a lot ... Can you relax it now?" 

He did and she told him to concentrate on keeping it that way. 

She slowly-and very gently, pushed one finger inside him, wiggled it around 
a bit and then withdrew it. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?" 

"No, Miss ... Do it again." 

She smiled and worked her finger deeper inside while he wiggled his bottom 
up at her. She pushed it right inside and found the little button of his 
prostate pressing against the outer edge of his rectum. She caressed it and 
James moaned in his new found pleasure. 

For some five minutes she kept this up and then withdrew her finger. "That's 
the way to start, James. But if you want to enter Andy with your penis, you 
will have to prepare his anus better than with just your finger. This is 
where these dildoes come in. 

"You see the anal sphincter is a muscle. And like all muscles it can be 
stretched. Stretch it too much though and it reacts and of course it then 
feels a great deal of pain. This is what happens when a boy is raped by an 
older man...." 

Her face darkened and she muttered something about such men should be 
subjected to castration-without benefit of anesthetic.... 

But she calmed down again and went on: "But take it in easy stages-as we 
are-and it can accommodate surprising objects. I'll just grease this 
smallest dildo up and we'll see how you like it...." 

He was no longer afraid. Her finger had really been quite nice. He hoped 
Pearl would do this to him in the future.... 

Anne placed the delicately shaped knob at the end of the dildo against his 
ass-hole and after reminding him to keep it relaxed, pushed it gently in and 
up inside him. 

"Aaaahhhh, Miss," he breathed. "It feels nice ... Push it in some more." 

She pushed it all the way in and then moved it around a little, working it 
in and out of him slowlyand still very carefully. For some five minutes she 
kept at it.... 

Then: "Feel alright, James ... ? Ready to try a bigger size?" 

Slowly, over the next hour, she prepared his ass-hole and by the end of that 
time, he could take one and a half inches with ease. 

"How long will the effect last, Miss?" 

"Oh for the rest of today, James. Why don't you find Andy and try it on him 
... I want you to use the third room down on the left of the passage. There 
is a big mirror on the wall in there ... " She paused and smiled again. 
"Actually there are mirrors all over the place in that room but the one on 
the wall is a two way one. Don't tell Andy this, but I will be standing 
behind it watching the two of you.... 

Just in case. If anything goes wrong, I will be only seconds away. If it 
doesn't, he need not know-just yet anyway.... 

"Is that okay with you?" 

He nodded. Actually it would be a comfort to know she was there, guiding him 
along the path, ready in case he made a mistake. 

He got up off the bed and dressed and then he washed the dildoes and 
replaced them in the velvet lined box. Then he took the box with him up to 
the room. 

He gasped. It looked like an orgy room. It was similar to the other room she 
had prepared except this one had mirrors on all four walls and on the 
ceiling. There was red carpet on the floor and of course the huge bed 
covered in red satin sheets. 

He placed the dildo box on the small table beside the bed and checked that 
there was Vaseline handy. Then Anne and he left the room, he to go and find 
his friend; Anne to take up her position in the little recess behind the 
mirror. 

***** 

"You mean she says we can? Right now?" Andy had been working in the workshop 
alongside the garage but he put down the piece of metal he was turning 
(quite skillfully) on the lathe and followed James back into the house. His 
loins were churning and his knees trembling. 

This was something he knew he wanted to try but after sex with Anne, he 
wasn't at all sure about it. Their nightly sessions were wonderful. He knew 
he loved her for herself but boy did he love her body! 

Now he was to try another form of sex and while during that embrace all 
those months ago he had felt a strange tingling in himself, now he wasn't at 
all sure. 

James led him upstairs to the special room and Andy giggled as he beheld the 
mirrors and the very obvious nature of the room. "If this keeps up Anne will 
have every room converted for sex," he chuckled. Behind the mirror Anne 
grinned to herself. He was half right.... 

They undressed a little self-consciously. James' backside was still 
tender-but very excited-from Anne's attentions to it. Andy's ass-hole pulsed 
in eager anticipation. But now that the moment was actually here, both felt 
embarrassment. 

James was naked first and he held out his arms to the smaller boy. Andy 
moved into them and they hugged each other close. Till now, neither had 
actually achieved an erection, perhaps because they were so unsure of what 
they were doing, but that changed dramatically now. Soon, both boys' cocks 
were hard and slapping against their bellies, rubbing against the flesh as 
they writhed together. 

James kissed his friend. 

Mmmmmm. It was different from being kissed by Anne but it was nice. 

Then James led Andy over to the bed and they climbed on, lying together and 
continuing to kiss and cuddle. 

Andy didn't know what to think. He enjoyed the contact with James' so 
beautifully muscled body but he also knew he preferred the softness of 
Anne's. 

"Are you going to fuck me, James?" he asked after a few minutes. 

"Yes, but not till you've fucked me-and then only after I've prepared your 
ass-hole.... 

"Are you ready to try it ... " He looked over at his friend who nodded and 
then he turned onto his belly and shoved his buttocks up into the air as he 
had for Anne's attentions earlier. 

Andy climbed on top of him and got his cock at the entrance, now winking at 
him as it waited for him to enter its dark passage. 

He pushed it in, as gently as Anne had with the dildoes to James earlier, 
then lowered his body on top of the other boy's, resting while he tried to 
think how he felt. 

It wasn't nasty. In fact it wasn't all that bad at all. James' ass-hole was 
good and tight and he liked the feel of the other boy's muscular buttocks 
pushing up into his belly.... 

He began humping a little while James wriggled around under him. 

He stopped, concerned that the wriggles meant he was hurting him. 

"No, Andy, go on ... It's nice." 

"Oh. Thought I was hurting you ... You actually like it, James?" 

"Yes. It's a strange feeling ... I wonder if this is what Pearl feels ... ? 
" 

Standing watching behind the mirror, Anne felt a pang of jealousy. She 
wanted Andy to experience everything but she also wanted him for herself 
alone. It was a normal reaction she supposed.... 

Andy kept on thrusting his cock in and out of his friend's ass-hole until he 
felt himself ready to come. 

He pulled out of the boy and grasped his cock in his hand, filling it with 
his seed. 

He wiped his hands on the towel James held out to him and then lay back 
beside the other boy. 

"Well? How was it?" 

"You want to know honestly." 

"Of course." 

"I liked it James. I really did. But I have to say it wasn't as good as with 
Anne. There's just something missing ... I don't know what it is." 

"You love her, Andy. That's what it is. You like me but you don't love 
me...." 

The other young man smiled. "Yes, I guess you're right ... Anyway, it's your 
turn now ... You want to fuck me, James ... ? " 

"No Andy ... Well, I would if you really wanted it but I suspect you don't 
... ? Be honest ... please?" 

"Alright. No, perhaps I don't, but then you said Anne wants me to experience 
everything so perhaps I should ... Yes, I want you to do it, really...." 

He took up the same position James had previously and looked back over his 
shoulder at his friend. "I'm nervous, James, so be gentle, won't you...." 

James took him through exactly the same procedure Anne had with him, coaxing 
him forward gently, preparing his small hairless ass-hole until at last he 
had introduced the three successive dildoes into his rectum. 

Andy grinned up at his friend. "You know it isn't as bad as I thought it was 
going to be ... What's it like with a real cock inside you?" 

"You can find out right now, lover...." 

James pushed his cock, which wasn't anything like as big as Andy's of 
course, inside the boy and he sighed-and then wiggled his buttocks as if to 
suck more of James inside him. 

"Mmmmmm. It's nice. I like this better than fucking you, James...." 

"Well there you are then. You look after the mistress and I'll look after 
you...." 

But he colored slightly, remembering she was standing only feet away and 
could hear everything that was said in the room. He hoped he wasn't guilty 
of lese-majeste.... 

Afterwards, the two young men lay side by side on the satin covered bed 
comparing notes. 

They agreed it was alright but they both preferred their respective women. 

"Still, James. If you feel like a tussle now and then, I won't be averse to 
it-but there's one thing. I want both Anne and Pearl to know about it if we 
do. I'm not having any secrets from Anne and I don't think you should from 
Pearl either...." 

"Hmmm. You're right of course. Actually, Miss de winter told me she had 
something in mind for us all. I don't know what it is but no doubt we'll 
find out in due course...." 

Anne decided to tell them-there and then. She slipped out of the side door 
into the passage and then came inside the room proper. 

Both boys sat up on the bed and made to cover their genitals. 

She laughed. "Trying to hide yourselves? Why? 

I've seen it all before, boys.... 

"Actually, Andy, I've been watching you all along. I wanted to make sure 
James here didn't hurt you and vice versa. I've also heard everything and 
I'm pleased you tried this ... I'm also pleased you found it okay-but not as 
a regular thing.... 

"What I did have in mind for you was a sort of orgy. I thought perhaps you 
two-and Pearl and I might indulge in a four way thing in which anything 
goes.... 

"Now, however, listening to you talk, I think perhaps not. I get the 
distinct impression you would both prefer to keep your women separate, is 
that right?" 

Both boys nodded silently. 

It wasn't, as Andy thought to himself that he was really against such an 
orgy of sex ... It was more that he preferred to keep his beloved Anne to 
himself. And later, as he discussed it with James, the other boy agreed with 
him. 

"Maybe I'm old-fashioned, Andy. But I don't want to watch you making love to 
the woman I'm going to marry and I guess you feel the same about me ... ? " 

"Exactly." 

"Well what about you and me." 

"What did Pearl say," countered Andy. "I don't think she's very impressed 
actually. She thinks the mistress went further than she should have with the 
two of us ... If we really wanted to do it, we would have found a way 
ourselves without her leading us into it...." 

"I'm not sure. She may be right, but I think Anne only wanted both of us-and 
me particularly, to experience everything I can before...." 

"Before what, Andy...." 

"Oh well, you may as well know, James ... She has asked me to marry her...." 

"What! When?" 

"Not for a couple of years. She wants me to be sure and she wants me to be 
old enough to make up my mind properly. But in the meantime, we will live 
together and I am to learn more about the agency with a view eventually to 
being made a partner or something." 

"Why that's great news, Andy ... " He paused suddenly. "Than you'll be the 
master here ... I'm not sure I'll like that too much. As it is, we're sort 
of equal-well you know what I mean ... But once you marry her, you become 
the boss." 

"Nothing will change, James. I am still me and I count you as my best 
friend. Even if I did become the master-which I won't because Anne will 
always be the mistress and I just her husband, no matter what she says or 
does-I could never put our friendship aside. 

"But to get back to what we were talking about before, I take it Pearl would 
rather we didn't fool around ... ? " 

"I think that's about the strength of it." 

"Well I agree. I liked it. I really did. But I prefer Anne and I know you 
prefer Pearl. Let's leave it at that." 

***** 

Andy's progress in the agency was remarkable-and not because he was secretly 
engaged to the boss-lady either Anne genuinely knew he was a natural in the 
advertising business and she gave him his head. 

Soon he was managing major accounts and sat in on her inner counsels with 
her senior executives. 

He remained popular despite his rapid progress in the firm. All those whom 
he bypassed on his way up knew he had the ability and that he also had that 
little extra something so necessary in such a creative field. But also he 
retained his boyish manners, his modesty and his friendliness to all no 
matter what station they held in life. No-one could deny he deserved the 
favors which had found him. 

None did. 

Back at the house, Anne told all the staff about her engagement to the young 
man. They offered their congratulations and they meant it sincerely. Each of 
them had taken a shine to the boy when he had arrived and since then he had 
insinuated himself into their hearts. Each of them-even Miss Smithers-loved 
him in their own way.... 

No matter what the mistress did to him-or rather, took him through-and all 
knew of her experiments in teaching him about sex-he seemed to rise above it 
and yet still kept that delightful naivity, that wonderful innocence which 
so endeared him to all who met him. 

He continued to visit his parents regularly and they continued to treat his 
visits as just another part of the dull routine of their lives. 

Anne didn't go with him ... Not even when he told them he was going to marry 
her. She knew they mattered very little in his life now and that while they 
remained his parents and he cared for and about them, they were just so 
damned colorless, they were no longer of importance to him so far as taking 
a hand in his future life.... 

She was right. They raised their collective eyebrows and said: "That's nice, 
dear ... Have some more tea, dear...." 

He had smiled and taken his leave after kissing them both on the cheek. He 
was not surprised at the fact that their only son had announced his 
intention to marry a woman twice his age had had no effect on them 
whatsoever. 

The news was taken with a great deal more interest at work. 

Everyone from executives down to the lowest mailboy congratulated him-and 
meant it. They were somewhat more reserved in offering her their 
compliments. She was, after all, still the boss and her eagle-eye could be 
very cold sometimes.... 

The wedding was to take place in the garden of the house and each member of 
the firm was invited as were of course Andy's parents. 

They were more than a little bewildered by the manners of the advertising 
people whom they found brash and gushing and over intrusive towards them. 
They were glad to get home in the taxi Andy arranged for them. 

Anne and Andy went to London for their honeymoon. Anyway, as she said to 
him. If you are going to take an interest in our overseas branches, it's 
time you saw them and met the people who run them. 

The two weeks in the capital of the United Kingdom was an eye-opener for 
Andy who had not even been to Sydney before they left on their honeymoon. 
Brisbane, he realized, was no more than a provincial city by comparison with 
the capital of the British Commonwealth of Nations and he found the 
incredible age of its buildings and other monuments quite awesome. 

On the return trip they stopped off at Hong Kong to see the people at that 
branch and then came home via Melbourne, the last branch office. 

They were away nearly a month in all but as 

Anne said, "We've got a business to run, husband. It's time we got down to 
running it." 

He agreed and now as her new partner, he would be involved with all the top 
decisions with her.... 

She was not sorry to give him a share in the decision making. She recognized 
he had what it took and if he was not as ruthless as her-indeed he was not 
ruthless at all, he nevertheless had the creative ability and she could 
handle the harder aspects of the business side of things when it was 
necessary. 

Back at home, they were greeted like friends by the staff. Since Andy's 
arrival, Anne's attitude towards them had slowly changed. She was no longer 
the stiff employer but more a friend whom they served because they wanted 
to. 

They had news for the newly-weds once they had been properly greeted and 
settled in. 

Anne recognized their was an air of mystery around the place. "Well," she 
demanded. "What is it?" 

Miss Smithers and Cook exchanged smiles and James and Pearl giggled 
together. 

"Well, Miss. We've gone and done it too. Pearl and I are married...." 

Andy was quick to rush forward to congratulate the happy pair and Anne was 
only a step behind him. "Why, that's wonderful ... I suppose you've moved in 
to the flat over the garage, Pearl?" 

"Yes, Miss...." 

"Well you can move right out again. Take the rooms over the kitchen-next to 
Cook's room." 

This was a vacant apartment built for a butler and housekeeper combination 
and since it was more than Miss Smithers needed, had been empty for years. 

***** 

Anne and Andy wasted no time in getting to their bedroom ... Once the proper 
noises to Pearl and James were over with they raced up the stairs, throwing 
off their outer clothing as they went. The four servants looked up at their 
flying bodies and smiled. It was very clear what they were up to and where 
they were going. 

In bed, with Andy humping hard and deep, Anne lay in a half reverie as she 
allowed the sensations this wonderful husband of hers always created to take 
over. Soon she knew she would be screaming in lust as his cock excited the 
nerves in her vagina and his questing fingers found her little secret spots 
and his beautiful body rubbed against hers, all rousing her libido-bringing 
her on to the most wonderful of sensations.... 

Soon she knew, he would have her up on a high so tremendous it was almost 
too hard to bear ... And he would keep her up there for hours while she 
enjoyed orgasm after crashing orgasm ... 

His sexual ability and capacity had not diminished in the three years she 
had known him. Rather, it had developed even more ... He now had an 
altogether incredible control over his body and his sexual libido. He could 
hold back his ejaculations as long as he wanted and when it came-God! It was 
quite extraordinary.... 

They must do something for Pearl and James, she thought in her half 
conscious state. Give all the staff a raise-and a bonus ... But then her 
thoughts slipped back to the beautiful body lying next to her. 

Oh Andy, she thought. You are so beautiful it hurts ... She looked across at 
him ... Your body is so perfect ... No other male body could ever be so 
wonderfully perfect.... 

For four hours he kept her there in her bed while he brought her to seven 
orgasmic climaxes-and then he brought her down to dinner. 

 EIGHT 

There isn't much more to tell actually. 

Eight years have passed and Anne has been more than pleased with her choice 
of husband. And of course Andy dotes on her. 

Miss Smithers has been retired-very honorably and James has come into the 
house as a sort of butler come major-domo. He and Pearl now have two bonny 
children on whom the whole house dotes.... 

"Would you have liked to have had children, Andy?" Anne asked him one night 
as they lay together in bed. 

"Possibly, but it wasn't to be and I'm content, Anne." 

"Are you really, though? I know you would have made a wonderful father ... 
I'm just so sorry I can't have children...." 

"It's not an issue, Anne. Anyway we treat young Jimmy and Annette as if they 
were ours, don't we?" 

She giggled. "She's named for me but she isn't anything like me, is she?" 

"Just as well," he said and she cuffed him lightly. Then she climbed on top 
of his naked body. 

"I'm going to rape you, lover...." 

"Oh no!" he cried holding up his hands as if to shield himself from such 
horror. 

"Yes. And its going to be a brutal rape. Turn over-and spread your legs 
wide!" 

He smiled to himself. So it was to be that sort of rape. Well he didn't 
mind. Sometimes she climbed onto his cock and bounced her still slim body up 
and down on top of it-sometimes in her front passage, sometimes up her 
ass-hole. 

But on other occasions she raped him-literally. 

She had acquired one of those double ended dildoes which had a harness half 
way up its length and she inserted one end of this in her vagina and 
strapped it around her waist. Then she fucked his ass. 

He found he liked it. 

He had quite liked it when James had introduced it to him at her behest all 
those years ago but he discovered that when she did it, it took on a whole 
new flavor. 

He and James still occasionally made love. But it was fairly rare these days 
and then only because their two wives desired a little vicarious 
entertainment. 

He would come home from the office to find Anne had preceded him-and cooked 
this up with Pearl who was now housekeeper. Then after dinner, the four of 
them would go to one of the red-carpeted orgy rooms (as he now thought of 
them) and the two women would imperiously order their husbands to disrobe 
and to fuck each other while they sat and watched. 

It was a game and it always ended up with the respective couples departing 
to their own rooms for a night of wild abandon.... 

But about once a week or so, Anne would decide she wanted to fuck Andy's ass 
and she would don the dildo and order him to thrust his buttocks up in the 
air for her. 

She derived a particular pleasure from this action. As she rammed the thing 
in and out of his butt, the vibration and movement was transmitted to her 
own pleasure zones and it was always so different from when he made love to 
her in the more normal manner. Not that she didn't like him doing that, she 
did. Even more than this way but this was different-a change, and she 
enjoyed it. Andy liked it too. 

For him, the pleasure came from the excitation of the nerves in his anus and 
the tickling of his prostate gland. But it also came from the psychological 
sense of his wife playing the dominant role over him. 

He was not a weakling. Nor was he hen-pecked. Theirs was a true 
partnership-in all things. She neither dominated him nor he her. As it was 
at the office, where he ran the creative side of the firm and she the 
business side, so was it at home. 

He now looked after the garden-there was a new boy now to replace James: one 
Jeremy Dutton, another handsome lad of eighteen whom Andy had decreed would 
be subject to the same rules James had under Anne. 

The boy had agreed and Andy had already had occasion to beat his bottom once 
for a misdemeanor. He found it somewhat ludicrous to order the boy to strip 
naked and then bend over his knees. And he found himself giggling 
uncontrollably as he whaled his hand down onto the pert cheeks. 

Jeremy had felt his boss laughing and had looked up in amazement at him. 
Andy had shaken his head-while he continued to slap his buttocks-he simply 
could not say anything.... 

But now Anne had put on the dildo and had mounted his body, straddling it 
with her powerful thighs. She massaged his muscular back a few times then 
placed the knob of the dildo at his back passage. He pushed his buttocks 
further into the air to give her easier access. (Struggling was not on the 
agenda for their 'rape' sessions). 

She shoved it in unceremoniously. By now his anus-and hers-were well used to 
such entries and he sighed as he felt it expanding to accept the plastic 
cock. 

Then she laid her body down on his. 

He sighed again. The feel of those beautiful breasts on his back was 
wondrous. So soft-and yet so firm. He could even feel the nipples grazing 
his flesh.... 

She began humping and he shoved his bottom up to meet her down thrusts.... 

"Oh Andy," she said softly, "I love you so much.. '. " 

He twisted his head and torso around and up to her. They kissed softly-and 
then harder. And then harder still. 

"Not as much as I love you my so wonderful and so beautiful wife...." 

She pulled out of his ass-hole and feverishly undid the straps of the dildo, 
throwing it against the far wall. 

"Rape me, Andy ... Rape me as you never have before. 

"Fuck me as if I was a wanton slut in the lowest bordello-and you a bronzed 
gladiator of ancient Rome...." 

He knew the mood and he responded as he knew she like it. He beat his naked 
breast with his closed fist and then waved his rampant cock in her face. 

"Lick it, slut," he snarled. "Take it in your mouth. All of it!" 

He shoved it in her face while she struggled to accept the massive length of 
it. He held her around her beautiful head and rammed it brutally into her 
mouth. 

He watched her carefully however. This little game was alright but it needed 
watching. He judged it perfectly. 

At just the right moment, he pulled it from her mouth-and shoved it straight 
into her cunt. 

"Open those legs wide, slut. Take my cock!" 

And then they made violent-and very wonderful love together.... 


THE END
