Author's Note: Milly is awoken from a drunken stupor on the morning of her 19th birthday to be told by her guardians that she is no longer welcome in their house; they can no longer stomach her ignorant and abusive behaviour. They have done their best for her but no more, she must go; immediately.

Milly promises change, radical change; and enters into a contract of behaviour for one final chance to remain in the family home. Forced into chastity, kept naked and restrained; punished; will she regret this decision?


1. Milly, Happy Birthday to You!

My nineteenth birthday was hardly what I had hoped for, nor what I expected.

My parents, well, Helen and Peter, my 'Guardians' were waiting for me in the lounge. They looked stressed.

It was 11am, I had just got out of bed, just for the loo, I wasn't ready to actually get up yet, just take a pee and get back to bed until lunch was ready. It had been another hard night, I was 'hanging'.

"Milly, in here please." I heard from Peter, but I carried on into the bathroom, like I was going to worry about him when I was hanging with a shit-head and needing a piss?

I come out of the bathroom and ignored Peter again, he'd get over it, he always does, and headed back to bed. My bedroom door opened and Peter stood there, "I said I wanted to see you, now get up now and get in there" he quietly but quite forcefully said to me, whilst holding his arm pointing to the lounge. I just rolled over and pulled the quilt over my head, I was hanging, he could wait.

My quilt was torn off me, fortunately I still had my jeans and shirt on from last night, I had been too pissed to undress (Helen and Peter hadn't seen me naked since I was about eight). He grabbed my hand and physically dragged me out of the bed; well believe me I gave him some shit! He dragged me into the lounge and dumped me on my backside on the floor in front of Helen. I was too shocked to speak, never; absolutely never had neither Peter nor Helen laid a hand on me. Shit, it's my fucking birthday, just what the fuck is the problem already?

Helen started, "Happy Birthday Milly, happy for me and Peter, not for you. Now pack your bags and get out, we never want to see or hear from you again."

"Is that it? Fuck off, I'm going back to bed, make it a late lunch." I went to get up but Peter got up quicker and shoved me back down on my butt. "Just what the fuck is your problem arsehole?" I blurted out. Peter slapped my face, actually fucking slapped me! I was speechless; just what was happening?

"Right, listen, very carefully" continued Helen, "We have had our fill of you, we have looked after you and your brother since you were three. Your brother was a lovely child, and has grown into a good man, I am proud of him. You on the other hand, whilst you too were a lovely child, a really nice young girl, you have turned into an absolute bitch, a foul mouthed, dirty, stinking, slut."

"You are an abomination, everything I hate in a person you have in bucket loads; Peter and I have tried and tried to do our best for you but you just will not listen; you are incapable of any standard of behaviour; you drink far too much; I know you take drugs; and I know you are little better than a whore, the local slut. You are lazy, ignorant of all around you, totally lacking in personal hygiene and have severe anger and attitude problems."

"We took you and your brother on when nobody else would and have worked really hard to do our best for you and us as a family; well your brother left at seventeen to join the military college to train as an officer, and he is doing very well and I am really happy with what we have achieved with him; You are another matter, are a complete failure."

"Well our agreement as your guardians was until you turned nineteen or until you left home. Peter and I deserve better, you have screwed our lives up enough and now we want our time, some peace and quiet, a house that doesn't stink of you, doesn't stink of your cigarettes even though you know you cannot smoke in here; not being woke up by you coming in at all hours in various states, smashing things, vomiting in the bathroom on the occasions you make it that far. Playing loud music, having other social drop-outs round, hearing you masturbating in your bedroom and in the bathroom as though you are proud of having an orgasm, although that is the only self-motivation you actually ever show. So get back in that bedroom, pack your bags and get out. In language even you will understand, and I would never normally use; Happy Birthday, now Fuck Off!"

Again, I was speechless, this cannot be happening to me, it's my Birthday, I'm tired, I'm still pissed for heaven's sake, I need to get back to bed.

"You aren't listening to Helen are you? We both feel the same, we can take no more; Helen hoped and used to talk about her dreams when you were growing up; you would be like a daughter to her, a friend to her, you would grow into a young lady and bond with her, go shopping with her, share time, gossip, experiences, laugh and be happy together now and for the rest of your lives. That makes what you have become even more of a disappointment. You really are a totally ignorant, arrogant, selfish bitch and we want no more of you. You are not even feminine, you should have been a boy; you never dress like a girl, have no girls for friends, and appear totally devoid of emotion and love. Now get packed and get out; don't bother leaving your keys, I am changing the locks."

Whether I was sobering up or the gravity of the situation was starting to dawn on me I do not know, but Peter had never spoken like this to me, I had always been able to play Peter, wrap him around my little finger, use him as a taxi, get money off him; all I had to do was call him 'Daddy' and put my 'little helpless girly' face on and he would do anything for me. Oh shit, this is serious, they mean it.

"Daddy, I am not ready for this just right now, can I get back to bed for an hour or so then we can discuss this later?"

"Get out! You have one hour, get packed and get out or I will physically throw you out and your stuff behind you; and don't you call me 'Daddy', you have reminded us a thousand times we are not your parents so don't play that game; Go!"

Well that done it, it broke something inside of me. I suppose I always knew I had been pushing my luck; inch by inch stretching them as far as I could take them; taking the piss; and to be totally honest I knew I had this coming, it shouldn't have been a surprise; but it was!

I just didn't think it would ever actually come to this.

What would I do? Where would I go? Where would I live? How could I afford it? Money was about to start coming in, my parents died in a car crash when I was three and Grieg was five. We had no immediate family and Peter and Helen took us in and accepted Guardianship responsibilities for us both.

My parent's estate was sold off and the equity split evenly between me and Grieg. My parents had been foresighted enough to have a will in place to cover the unlikely event of them both dying together before their time and had put some thought into it; not wanting us to be spoiled by unearned inherited wealth they had decreed we would receive £250 a week at age nineteen, raising to £400 a week at twenty then staying at that until age twenty five when we would each inherit the remaining share of the funds. The weekly monies would be paid into accounts controlled by our guardians until such time as we had secured our own 'suitable' homes and independent income. In other words, we had to make our own way in life as my brother was doing now.

This had all been explained to me, many times; and in my more sensible, sober moments I had appreciated the sense in my parents planning. But not now!

£250 a week? I would blow that on drink and drugs on my first weekend; then what? Like Helen had inferred, I really would be a whore, I have no other skills; I do not even know if that is a skill I have; I just fuck for a laugh. Where would I live?

I cannot believe it, I am in tears, I am howling, I have curled into a ball, I am broken. Reality has dawned on me like a sledgehammer. This is for real; I am royally fucked! In the background, somewhere far off I can hear Peter and Helen saying "enough of that act, get out, go, etc, etc."

Wait, maybe this is the call I have been waiting for, my moment of reckoning, It's not just Helen and Peter, I hate me too; I hate what I have become, it was just such a gradual, unchecked progression into what I have become I didn't do anything about it. I see my old school girlfriends out and about, and oh so happy and content; and looking down on me and sniggering when they see me and I am so jealous. I want to change, I do, I really do; I just am not capable; I am stuck, in a hole.

"Wait, please wait" I beg, "I will change, I will behave, don't do this, please."

"Please?" says Peter, "Please? I don't believe I have heard you ever say such a word, next you will be saying 'Thank You', and drinking tea from a cup and holding your little finger out like the Queen; no, get packed and get out."

"Please, I want to change, I am sorry for what I am, what I have become; please, don't abandon me, help me; I promise, I will behave. If you throw me out you are right in what you think of me; I will be on drugs and sleeping around for money and digs and that will be me for life, probably pregnant and unmarried and drugged up and then what? Prison? Or an early death?"

"You have made these promises before, too little too late, like Helen said, in your own language, Fuck off!"

"No, honestly, please, I beg you, don't make me go." I was an absolute mess, hugging myself, crying, pleading, distraught. "If you let me stay, I will behave, I will change, I will become the daughter you wanted, I will be feminine, I will make you proud, I will obey you, everything you ask of me."

"You heard us" said Helen, no more chances, get out."

"Wait" Peter interrupted, "Milly, did you use the word 'obey' just like out of the air, or do you mean it, actually obey us, what we want, when we want, how we want?"

A chance, I have a chance, a window, light, I must grasp it "Yes, I will obey you, both of you, I am so sorry, I should only ever have obeyed you; please let me start now, give me a chance, write a contract, I will sign it, give me time to prove myself and if I fail I go. Punish me, humiliate me, anything, I deserve it; please make me a better person but do not throw me out to become an even worse one" I implored.

Helen had her doubts and just wanted me to go but Peter interjected "Okay, if we throw you out now we will continue to be proud of your brother but always feel we have failed with you; I would rather have that than continue to live with you as you are now, but I would much rather see you change and leave here with our blessing and respect.

I have an idea but I need to discuss it with Helen, so you go and take a walk for an hour then we will discuss it further. Leave your house keys, you can ring the bell to get back in; you have lost the right to come and go as you please."

I didn't say anything, I was actually scared to, I had never seen Peter like this. I went and got my keys and handed them to Helen and walked out.


2. The Contract

I walked as far as the corner and sat on an old folk's garden wall and lit up a cigarette to think. As I lit my smoke my hands were really shaking, I was scared. The little old lady that lived in the bungalow come out and asked if I was okay, I just told her to Fuck off and mind her own business.

I gave it an hour; five smokes, and went back and embarrassingly rang my own door bell. Peter opened the door and guided me in to the lounge. A table and chair were set up right in the middle with a pen and paper on the table. Helen was sat in the conservatory ignoring me.

"Now you are only going to get one chance at this, so don't screw it up" Peter explained. "I am going to sit with Helen, who is against this but willing to give it a go against her better judgement; you are going to not only sign a contract, you are going to write the contract. If you get it right, display enough sacrifice and commitment within the contract; then we will give you this one chance. If not, you are out of here."

"Some guiders, I expect to see that you will obey both of us, receive punishment from both of us, discipline, chastity, behaviour, attitude, a change towards femininity, smoking, drugs, swearing, work and motivation; cover and commit to everything you think we expect of you; and commit to a timeframe, a long one; and you may get lucky. The more severe you commit, the greater the chance we will agree to it. Now get writing."

Well I did; first I just sat there and reflected on just what a useless bitch slut I was, I cringed just thinking of how easily I had just told that little nice old lady just where to go; I hadn't started writing and already I was crying.

I imagined what it would really take to make me change, what I really wanted to become and what I needed to get there; and I wrote and I wrote without compromise.

I wrote I would receive none of my parents money other than what my guardians provided me; but would use that money for them to buy me a chastity belt to be worn at their instruction, handcuffs and whatever other restraints they felt necessary to be worn at their instruction; clothing including underwear and nightwear to be chosen at their discretion.

I would dress to their instruction; I would not smoke or drink alcohol other than at their discretion; I would not leave the house unless they let me and would always return at a time set by them; any major indiscretion would invalidate the contract and I would leave home.

Any minor indiscretion would result in a punishment of their choice.

I continued to write and in hindsight perhaps went too far, I wrote that every evening one hour after evening meal I would present myself in my nightwear or otherwise at their direction with my hands cuffed behind my back and whichever of them was sat on the sofa I would lay on their lap to give them the opportunity to either spank me for misbehaviour or release my cuffs, as they see fit.

The contract went on, including words they could use to control me; if they implemented all that I wrote I would effectively be a slave. I signed the contract and carried it through and handed it to Helen and asked "Please, consider this favourably, I know I do not deserve it, but we all know I really need it; I am a bitch and a slut and I have been awful to you both; I recognise that; please help me back, help me be more like you and my brother and less like what I am."

I left it with them and went and showered. Then laid on my bed and waited.

After some time, and quite some discussion that I could hear through the wall; Helen come into my room. I almost bollocked her for entering my room without my say so then fortunately and quickly checked myself. She told me "Come through into the lounge, we need to talk."

I followed her through, trying to be as feminine as I could I had changed after my shower into a clean pyjama top and knickers, leaving the pyjama pants off. I didn't actually possess a nighty or anything more feminine but wanted to look feminine and vulnerable in the hope it would help me. That my only knickers were boxer shorts didn't help at all.

I was made to stand in the centre of the lounge; Peter was sat in an easy chair in the corner and Helen on the sofa.

Helen said "Okay, we accept the contract, as per your wish we will enforce it over the next three months, starting now; and accept the invite to role it on as we see fit until such time as you either elect to leave or we evict you. We will use your inheritance payments to purchase clothing and restraints as you have written; and will punish you as required and as appropriate also as you have requested."

"As this is with your written consent and as you are over sixteen then you will have no claim against us of assault. Peter and I have discussed this and feel it is necessary, indeed crucial, that we today make it abundantly obvious that this is a one-time real life situation and there is no going back; that we mean what we say and your contract is not just words. Take your clothes off, all of them, take them to your room then come back."

I returned to my room, almost floated there, my life has changed; no, it has exploded. I fully for the first time appreciated the gravity of the situation, I was on a knifes edge, do or die.

I stripped.

I returned into the centre of the lounge, careful to keep my back to Peter so that at least I had the modesty of him seeing only my bare bum. I had never felt so naked or embarrassed.

They just sat there and stared. I awkwardly tried to cover myself as best I could, just adding to my embarrassment. "Put your hands on your head" Helen said. Reluctantly, slowly, hesitantly, I did. "Turn around, slowly" Helen ordered. I closed my eyes so as not to see Peter seeing me and done as she said.

I finished my turn facing towards Helen with my back to Peter. "Okay, keep your hands on your head. Move your feet apart, further, now bend over and touch your toes." I knew fine well the view I was giving Peter, but kept my mouth shut, said nothing, and did as I was told; too late now but I wish I had groomed a little better in the past.

"Now come over here and lay on my lap, with your hands on your head, and do not remove them." Again I did as I was instructed; feeling really vulnerable, my ass really sticking up and unprotected. Helen started first to merely touch my bare buttocks, then spanking softly, then harder until I was shouting out in pain and crying; but I did not remove my hands or try to get away, or even swear.

"Right now get off my lap whilst I swap places with Peter and he does it properly; it's important you see that we will punish you if and as necessary."

Does it properly? Fuck, I'm dying already! And Peter, Daddy, spanking my bare bum? Oh Shit!

They, and I, swapped positions and it took all that I had to keep my hands on my head whilst he gave me one hell of a spanking. In spite of the pain and the mess my head was in I actually orgasm'd half way through but managed to keep my lips shut and they didn't, at least I hope they didn't, realise. But my God my butt hurt!

Helen then told me to get up and "Go into your room and every piece of clothing you possess, get it out and consider it; everything you have that you think a nice girl would wear, leave it on your bed, everything else; throw it into the hallway; then take a bin bag from the cupboard and bag it up for charity collection, including all your work boots and boy shoes. Let me know when you are finished and I will come see what you have left on the bed."

"This is truly shit" I thought as I walked bare assed and bright red cheeked to my room to start my sorting task; but I did put it in the contract. I am not ready for this, but it is for the best, I am sure?

When I had finished there wasn't much left. Helen come in and told me to have a bath, to use her shavers, and present myself for dinner with a very tidy and well-trimmed pussy and the hair on my head; no other hair to be seen, especially under my arms.

I done this, a new experience for me, I had never shaved my pussy before but had seen enough porn movies with my mates to know that Brazilians were 'in'. I shaved my legs, another first for me, and my armpits which I had neglected.

When I got back to my room I saw that Helen had also thrown out at least half of what I thought was appropriate, including all of my underwear. Pretty much all I had left was stuff she had bought me herself as presents previously, stuff I had never even worn like short summer dresses and skirts and lacy blouses.

I was extremely embarrassed, until today neither had seen me naked for years, since I was a child, now I was going to parade myself for dinner with a 'Brazilian'!

Peter couldn't take his eyes off my pussy! He wasn't an old man by any means; they were both only in their early twenties when they effectively adopted me and Peter now was forty, Helen two years younger. I hadn't really thought about it, I had always seen them as parents, you know, old; but in reality I had already slept with older men.

I had slept with older woman than Helen! This realisation gave me a shudder, that I was being sexually assessed by my 'Daddy' figure, and possibly even my so called 'Mummy'.

I don't think this was lost entirely on Helen either but she didn't say anything; just had me help her in the kitchen prepare the dinner, naked.

I didn't know what I was doing and every time I did something stupid Helen would swat my bare behind with some kitchen implement and say "learn."

Dinner was quite something, sitting there, eating, naked; and getting up at their direction to serve on them feeling extremely naked. Worst of it was I actually started to enjoy it but no way was I going to let them know!

Dinner over and dishes washed (we have a dish washer but Helen made me wash them in the sink); I was expecting to be sent to bed; but instead I was sent to tidy my bedroom; put the few clothes away I still had left, vacuum and dust the room and change the sheets and quilt. Apparently I would be doing the washing in the morning before I went shopping with Helen for my new wardrobe.

I returned to the lounge and Helen was waiting with a tape measure and had me stand again in the centre of the room whilst she recorded all my measurements; by now I was certain Peter was enjoying the show. I was told to get ready for bed and went and used the toilet and cleaned my teeth, but didn't know what to wear for bed, I had nothing left, not even pants, just stupid skirts and dresses, even my pyjamas had gone.

I went back into the lounge and asked Helen and she told me to go see Peter, he would get me ready for bed. Now this was embarrassing, walking over to him stark naked, I mean I am nineteen (just), I have a fairly healthy set of tits and a surprisingly good body given the abuse and neglect I give it and a brand new Brazilian on show. But he wasn't holding any clothing for me, just some thin rope.

He said to me "Obey", this was in my own contract, my own stupid idea, when either of them said that word I would say absolutely nothing, as though I was gagged, until instructed or asked to speak, and totally comply with any instruction. Failure to comply would be an automatic 'Major Indiscretion' resulting in contract termination and eviction.

He had me stand in front of him and hold my hands out. He bound rope around each wrist, then had me fold my arms around my body below my breasts and secured the wrist ropes together behind my back like I was wearing a strait-jacket, then passed the ropes down between my legs and back up to my arms tying it off again. The ropes passed either side of my pussy lips giving me no pleasure at all, but did slightly force my buttocks apart which was just uncomfortable and again embarrassing. I did not really see the point in any of this.

Then he had me across his lap and spanked me again for swearing during dinner, I didn't even realise I had but knowing me it doesn't surprise me; but being restrained and spanked for the first time in my life, it hurts but in hindsight, there is something in it that does something for me.

Next it was Helens turn, she had me across her lap but unfortunately for me, as she had apparently hurt her hand spanking me earlier, she was using a table tennis bat from the games room; now that does hurt and doesn't do a lot for me, seemed to make her happy though, hearing me scream and cry; I actually think she was spanking me for turning Peter on! I don't know why they had to restrain me though; I could have just had my hands on my head again, I would have, I was obeying like a good girl.

Sent to bed Helen actually put me to bed, it was only 9.30; she tucked me in and even kissed me goodnight, then added, "enjoy yourself, a nice long night in bed, see you fresh as a daisy in the morning." I finally understood the restraints, not for the spanking, but to stop me masturbating. Bitch! I was so surprisingly hot from being naked and spanked and controlled by them and restrained I really wanted to explode, but was unable to even light the fuse.

I couldn't sleep for thinking about what I was doing, just what had I signed up to? Could I get out of it, just leave and make a go of it alone? Make everyone happy? I need a smoke; and my ass is still fucking smarting. Naked on clean sheets and I can't even touch myself, that bitch! I turned this over and over but kept coming back to the realisation that this was probably my last ever chance at getting anywhere near self-respect; whatever it took, I would see out three months then reassess it. At some point I drifted off.


3. Commando Mission

I was woken up by my quilt being pulled back off me; it was Peter, it took me a couple of moments to realise I was naked, I went to cover myself but I was stuck; shit, I'm fucking tied up! Peter just smiled and said for me to get up; he would wait in the lounge.

Naked in front of Peter, I am never going to get used to that. I stand up and look for my clothes, remembering what happened yesterday bit by bit as it slowly dawned on me that I'm tied up, how am I meant to put any fucking clothes on? I am going to have to just walk in there, stark naked at, what the fuck? 8am? My clock shows 8am! I've never seen that since school! But now my head is clearing, I must admit I am getting a bit of a thrill being naked and tied up; especially the thought of walking about in front of Peter naked!

I make my entrance and surprisingly feel myself blush, that hasn't happened in a while; it's probably because Helen is sat there too, just staring at me. "Okay, come over here" Peter said to me "and I will take your ropes off, then you can make us all breakfast."

This happened, with me still naked, in the kitchen just keeping it simple with juice, cereal, toast and coffee and then sitting with them for breakfast whilst we chatted. Helen explained that after breakfast I would be washing and tidying up; putting the laundry in to wash then taking a shower and washing my hair; she was sick of the multi-colour state of it and was taking me somewhere to get it sorted professionally and then on to do some shopping. We would lunch out; just the two of us.

I got all this done and had my shower. I must admit, given the ungodly time I had been waken, I was feeling great. Having dried off I was stood again in the lounge, naked. I hadn't been told I could dress and so I hadn't.

Helen was sitting with my iphone in her hands. "Okay Milly, it is going to be some time before you meet any of your friends again; if ever. I don't know what plans you had or any appointments you have or who is going to miss you; so here's your phone, I want you to call all your friends and explain you are spending time with your family and won't be seeing them for a while; and cancel anything else you have on."

She handed me the phone and I sat on the floor and stared at it and after a few seconds starting sobbing, harder and harder, uncontrollable sobs. Well Helen and Peter hadn't seen this one coming; they were asking what was wrong? What is it? What's happened? They clearly didn't understand. I had to tell them, between sobs "I don't have any fucking friends, nobody will fucking miss me, no fucking appointments, no fucking plans, no fucking life. Just dossing with other shits and sluts that hang around corners like me; that's all I ever fucking do." I went into settings and pressed 'Restore factory settings' and wiped the phone of all my music, files, photos and contacts, messages and everything; and handed it back to Helen.

Still sobbing I said "I am so sorry I swore again, I really am; but honestly I mean this, thank you for giving me this chance, thank you, both of you; even more than yesterday I realise how much I need to change; I am sick of me, being me."

Helen had tears in her eyes; it must have been pity for me, she said "go get yourself sorted, clean your teeth then we will get you dressed."

I come out of the bathroom, settled again, and Helen was waiting in my bedroom. She had a short cream coloured summer dress laid on the bed and some almost white strappy sandals laid out. I would never be seen dead dressed in that stuff but I thanked her and put it on. I asked if I could wear jewellery and she said for me to get out what I have. She sorted through it all moving bits to the side. My skull and crossbones earrings, devil rings, 'Goth' necklaces and bracelets, thick leather bracelets, nose ring and eyebrow studs all went in a bag for the bin.

What was left was again pretty much what I had been bought as presents over the years. Helen selected a gold ring, gold bracelet, gold watch and a gold chain necklace. She explained not to bother with the earrings as I was having my hair cut. Even though the sandals only had two inch heels I initially struggled to walk in them; and as I entered the lounge and saw Peter again I was very conscious I was 'full commando'; weird as I had been naked in front of him all day already but somehow it just feels naughty; kinda Horny!

Helen took me up town and already I was in a totally different mind-set; as though I was just putting an act on. Getting into the car, sitting in the car, getting out of the car, walking; I was keeping my legs together, holding my skirt down; or holding my chest when I leaned forward to keep my boobs in. Helen was actually dressed similarly to me; but proper high heeled shoes and I imagine underwear on; and her dress was tight fitting, it may wear up but it wouldn't blow up in the wind. To be fair to her, she looked fantastic, always did. She hasn't modelled for a few years but still looks great; long tanned lean legs; my legs are white and crap in comparison. Also the way she walks, just carries off the short skirt and high heels like she was born for them.

All the way through the shopping mall to her hairdressers the guys were ogling her; they have never looked at me like that; no one ever has.

We finally got there, it was only a five minute walk but I am exhausted, the effort of trying to walk 'tall' beside Helen in these shoes whilst not flashing my commando ass or pussy; and no matter how I tried not to, it always felt like I was swinging my butt, putting a show on.

As we entered Helen whispered to me "Bet you enjoyed that."

"What?" I asked; Helen, still whispering replied "All those guys eying you up, you put on quite a show, we must get you some higher heels and a shorter skirt, you'll kill them." Me? They were looking at me? I thought they were looking at her. No way, not me; and a shorter skirt? You couldn't get shorter!

Helen sat me down and instructed the stylist to "Tidy her up taking the minimum you can off; and do what you can to make her hair all the same colour, she should be a strawberry blond but we'll take any shade as long as it is the one shade."

I was in there over two hours; they done everything to me, treatment after treatment; when I got up to go I couldn't recognise myself in the mirror; I looked beautiful!

Helen paid the bill and obviously left a healthy tip judging by the girls reaction. Then Helen took me to a café for lunch. This time as I walked, and on entering the café I was aware that I was getting a lot of attention from the guys. I needed to get to the bathroom and wank, quickly!

We had lunch and then when I went to the toilet Helen went with me, I couldn't exactly get off with her in the next stall; well not on my best behaviour anyway but I did give it a few extra nice wipes.

On to the shops.

First a shop specialising in underwear and nightwear. Helen spent ages examining just about the entire shop, then had me try on a few nighties in the dressing room and decided she liked me best in a 'nearly there' Baby Doll; it fit on like a strappy blouse, silk straps over the shoulders and just the one silk tie between my boobs holding it closed, it hung down half way down my bum and the front gaped open showing the 'G-string' if I had been wearing it. The whole thing including the pants was so sheer it was almost transparent. Helen bought three, in black, blue and green with seven pairs of same coloured G-strings. She explained I would be rotating them one a week, clean knickers each night.

She then bought a selection of knickers and bra's; all lacy and either G-string or thong, with the exception of a couple of pairs of 'French' knickers, silk and lacy again; and packs of hold-up stockings; I was hoping these were for her, I was never wearing stockings!

Next was a 'fashion house' outlet where I had to try on dress after dress, and skirts and tops. She made her choices and whilst she paid she asked if I could change into one of the dresses; I never voiced an opinion on any; but some were just plain silly they were that revealing. Unfortunately, it was one such dress that she handed me to change into, a bright pink summer dress, quite tight around the body but loose and pleated from the waist down. Shockingly short. It was cotton and very light so I was hoping she would be giving me knickers to change into too but no such luck.

I come out and the sales lady packed my old dress with the new ones and we left. I said to Helen I hoped the wind behaved as it wouldn't take much to lift this dress; and being 'commando' it could be embarrassing for us; "Don't worry" she replied, "Just being seen with you is already embarrassing enough, besides, at least you have a lovely Brazilian to show off and your bum has stopped glowing." She was laughing as she said this, I believe she was actually enjoying being out shopping with me, especially as it was with my inheritance money; this weeks and the next few weeks in one go the way she was spending.

Shoes were next. I was pleased to get into the store, in this dress I was a constant blush, my whole body matching my new pink girly dress. This was going to be some test; having a sales girl switching my shoes without opening my legs! But I think I just about managed it, or at least the sales girl hid her surprise if she did see my pussy. More embarrassment. Pink four inch stiletto shoes to match my dress! Black stilettos, red stilettos; a pair of strappy flats and some bedroom slippers, even these had high heels built in!

We left with me wearing the matching pink shoes and me tottering like a new born Bambi; I didn't know if the guys were ogling me or laughing at the spectacle.

We went back to the car to drop our shopping bags off, my skirt lifting as we exited the mall and me in ridiculous heels with my hands full of shopping bags I couldn't do much about it.

Helen was walking behind me and laughing out loud and giving a running commentary and wolf whistling jokingly "I saw your bum I saw your bum; nice ass, work it, work it, wiggle it, shake it; and there's the front, Pussy on display, Pussy on display." Well I didn't know what to do, what to say; I just kept heading for the car but I must admit I did find it funny in the end; Helen has never been this relaxed with me before; I never gave her the chance.


4. Showing Restraint

Leaving the shopping in the car it was onto the big one, the adult sex store. Still just walking distance but right at the other end of the mall and up two levels. Helen said "Milly, you have done well so far today, apart from your swearing at home earlier and leaving the shower in a dirty state; but since we left home you have actually been good company and made this shopping trip more a pleasure than the chore you could have made it."

"Next I am taking you to buy restraints and stuff you won't like but just because you have behaved well for a few hours hasn't made me forget or forgive the shit life you have given me for years so we are still going to buy them and I am still going to use them on you; and I don't apologise for that; but I get the feeling, at least at the moment, that you accept and know you deserve what is happening to you?"

"Yes I do; Already I am blushing all over in this ridiculously short and sexy pretty pink girly dress and shoes; commando, showing my bits off."

"I am humiliated being in public like this; but when I see the guys looking at me, watching me walk by rather than trying to avoid me like normal it does make me feel, well, like a girl, feminine I suppose; but yes, I know I have made your life shit."

"I have slapped you in the face, punched you, kicked Peter where I shouldn't; and smashed your ornaments, even you parents keepsakes in anger; I have never apologised for any of that but I do now, and I will for as long as it takes for you to genuinely accept my apologies and forgive me, if ever; I am sorry; please do to me anything at all you feel necessary, even if it is just to make you feel good at my expense; I know I deserve it."

"Thank you" replied Helen, "On that heavy note we will break to regain the mood, I will take you for a drink, soft one for you of course; but I know a bar with a beer garden where at least you can have a smoke."

"Er, thanks Helen, but I don't have them with me; no smokes, no money, no bag, no nothing."

"You know I don't approve, but I have them in my bag; I will try to wean you off them but you are an adult now, if you are going to smoke then you are going to smoke; you're stupid but your choice. In the meantime I will use them like doggy biscuits for when you behave."

Great, now I'm a dog!

Helen got a large glass of red and a coke for me and we were lucky to get a free table outside on the grass. I carried the two glasses which was a mistake as this meant I couldn't protect my modesty and just as I got to the table to put the glasses down a gust of wind lifted my whole skirt up showing everything! Two tables along were a group of men and they gave out a loud cheer which developed into chants and a song of 'Show me more show me more' and other brilliantly witty drunken attempts to be funny. As we had our drinks, and me my smoke, a couple of them come over and tried to sit with us and chat us up but Helen had a couple of great put-downs and got shot of them.

As we left I done what I could to keep my skirt down; the guys sang me all the way out of sight. We had to get up two levels to get to the store and went up the escalator; Helen said to me to watch the men, how predictable and pathetic some were. She predicted there would be none around, but as soon as we stood on the escalator they would appear out of the woodwork and follow us up just to see up our skirts. She said just to take this as a compliment, to act above it; not to stand differently or hold our skirts; just talk and act normally, be aware of them but ignore them; but when commando, keep my legs together and step off at the last second.

She was right as well, no men anywhere near the escalator, but once we were on it there were five men stood behind us; and they followed us up both levels. They must have seen my bum at least, in this dress they couldn't not. We got to the top and Helen took me to the ladies rest room and handed me a new G-string, also in lacy pink. She could have given me this anytime and saved that show at the bar the bitch! She explained it was for the chastity belt fitting only or I wouldn't be getting it.

The sex store was a lot better than I had imagined, surprisingly I had never been in it. The staff were young and friendly and whilst I kind of felt perverted or kinky being in there, being with Helen made it easier. A salesman come over and introduced himself and offered to help but Helen explained we just wanted to browse first. We toured all of the displays and then Helen called the sales guy over and asked him if there was anywhere we could try any of the items; also if we were to purchase a chastity belt is there a fitting service? He said yes we could try pretty much anything but obviously not the underwear items at all or any of the crotch fitting clothing like the leather harnesses unless we were wearing pants. He would call a female assistant over to help.

We continued looking at the belt display and Kate come over and introduced herself and asked how she could help. Helen explained she would like a chastity belt for me, a good one, light, as unnoticeable as possible under clothing but with a guard that could be fitted to prevent masturbation but it must have the ability to have inserts fitted. Also preferably a hook or aperture to hold wrist restraints. Kate smiled and explained most of the display items were suitable. She asked "Any particular colour, does it need to be fitted long-term, 24/7, and one lock or two?"

Helen replied "I quite like the silver, and yes, 24/7; and what do you mean two locks?"

"Well all have at least one lock, but a few have two." Kate pointed a couple out that had two locking collars at the top of the pubic guard where it met the belt "That way you can have two key holders; for instance say you two were an item; then you could keep your partner locked in the belt, but would not be able to gain access yourself unless she removed her lock and let you; and visa versa; or if it was for a daughter, then both parents would have their own locks fitted and the girl would have to get both parents to agree to the belt being removed and not just sweet talk one."

"Yes" said Helen, "I like the two lock idea." We looked at the belts that fit this criteria and Helen selected the one she liked best. "Okay may we try this one; but also to save coming back and forwards can I also try a couple of other items at the same time?" Helen pointed out some ankle cuffs that come with three different lengths of chain and two rods, two locking ball gags (one red one black), five (Yes Five!) pairs of hand-cuffs, and a weird looking steel thing called a 'Yoke'.

Helen explained we didn't need to try all the items, just the yoke, one ankle cuff for size and a pair of the hand cuffs in case she preferred one of the other hand-cuffs styles on display.

Kate collected all the gear and took us through to a large changing room and asked Helen "Is the chastity belt for you or your girlfriend?" I nearly choked but Helen took it in her stride "It's for Milly here, it's her birthday and she's begged for me to spoil her with one."

"Okay Milly, I am sorry but I am going to have to ask you to lift your skirt for me whilst I get a couple of quick measurements so I can get the best sized belt to start with."

Helen explained "I would like for her to try the yoke at the same time, you know, wear it for a short while to see how it feels; would it be easier if Milly just took her dress off?"

"It would help a lot, yes please."

I didn't need asking, even if I had objected I would have been told to obey and would have just been embarrassed even more and so I slipped my dress off and gave it to the assistant to place away. So stood in my pink stilettos and matching G-string I had the yoke fitted. It looked big and heavy but was made from aluminium and so was strong but light.

A rigid collar in the centre fitted the cross bar around the back of my neck and then my wrists were placed into self-locking thick cuffs either end of the bar holding my wrists at the same height as my neck but out to either side of my shoulders; at least six inches out either side. Kate explained no padlocks or keys were necessary to hold me as I couldn't get my hands anywhere near the release catches nor rub them on anything to release them; but small padlocks did come with the yoke and could be fitted to prevent third parties from interfering and releasing me. Kate stood back and looked at me and said to Helen "You are a lucky lady, doesn't she look just wonderful? I wish I had a Milly like this waiting for me at home."

Helen laughed out loud and agreed "Yes I can't wait to get her home and try it out for real."

Even I was lightening up and seeing the funny side of all this and found myself grinning.

Kate left to get the belt and make the necessary adjustments for a first fit and Helen come over and inspected the fit of the yoke and asked me how it felt. I thought about it and just told the truth "It's extremely restraining and makes me feel very exposed; like it's making me arc my back and lift and push my tits out; I am very conscious I cannot protect my body at all or even my face; but it is a lot lighter than it looks and kind of supports itself without hurting my neck. It makes me feel trapped, vulnerable and on display."

Helen said, "Okay, you seem to like it, I will buy it for you; I imagine Peter will love it!" She walked around the back of me and then pulled my pants down to my ankles "Don't want your new G-string getting snagged, just bought it."

I gasped out loud and was just about to say what I thought about her taking my pants off when Kate come back in; a seconds thought and I appreciated this was happening to me anyway, like it or not, just go with it; and so I just stepped out of the pants and said "Look after those until I get home please Helen, I won't be needing them again today." Kate at first didn't know what to say but I am sure she has seen all this before many times in here.

Kate tried the belt on me and it was a pretty good fit first time. She was taking it away for just a minor adjustment when she asked "You said it had to be suitable for fitting intruders, what did you have in mind? We have just the basic intruders, or vibrating, and remote controlled and vibrating in a variety of shapes and sizes and materials?"

Helen said "I hadn't given any thought to it vibrating; I don't want her to actually enjoy wearing the belt; more of a punishment to pay her back for being a pain in the butt."

"Well you can certainly do that, a reasonably sized butt-plug would pay her back in kind, and if it vibrated when she didn't want it then there you have it."

"You are an excellent sales girl I'll give you that; can you show me the biggest you think she will take without being silly in a hard substance, do the metal ones vibrate with a remote control?"

"I'll show you what we have."

"Whilst you do that can we try a pair of the hand-cuffs?"

"Oh, sorry, of course you want the yoke removed."

"No, leave that on, she looks great and besides it keeps her hands out of the way whilst you fit the belt; no, I'll try the cuffs on."

At this she turned around and Kate cuffed her hands behind her back; she was about to leave us but thought about it and picked up and locked the ankle cuffs onto Helen too, with only the six inch chain fitted "There you are, may as well try the lot whilst you are at it; back in a mo."

Helen slowly turned around and just stared at me "Don't you say a word!" But my God she looked hot. She managed to slowly toddle over and sit down but with her hands cuffed behind she couldn't get comfortable and so stood again; her dress was riding up and showing even more of her legs. Ridiculously I was stood there naked and vulnerable in my yoke yet it was me that was doing the laughing; but Helen soon joined in the situation was so comical.

Kate returned and fitted my belt; it was tight in all the right places without hurting; she entered the two locks onto the collars but didn't lock them. It felt okay for what it was. She told me to walk around and to try sitting to see how it felt when I moved.

Kate took the butt-plugs over to Helen and talked her through them and Helen made a selection but I couldn't see which one. Kate then showed Helen the back of my belt where apparently a ring would pull out. With the hand-cuffs we were buying which were joined by just three chain links Kate explained that with a steel locking ring, which she had with her and showed Helen, the cuffs could be fastened to the rear of the belt and impossible to remove by the wearer. With the ring and cuffs applied the locks could be removed and the pubic guard released and removed to enable cleaning of the belt and the body and shaving as necessary. She appreciated I had a lovely Brazilian but explained that if I was to wear the belt for more than four full consecutive days then really I should be completely shaved to prevent a rash developing.

Kate went on "Another use for this ring I can show you, and I think you will like considering what a simple thing it is; is used in conjunction with the shackles you have on" she said to Helen, "Can I show you?"

Helen tried to look cool with this, but I could tell she was nervous "Yes, please show me."

Kate held Helens body around the stomach and said "okay drop onto your knees" which Helen did followed by Kate helping her and supporting her whilst she dropped Helens torso onto the floor making her lay down on her chest; Kate then pulled Helens shackled feet up and her cuffs down and with the ring clipped the two chains together putting Helen into quite a rigid hog-tie. Throughout this, somehow, Helens dress had disappointedly managed to remain covering her bum; disappointing as I was actually quite fascinated to see what she had been wearing under that short dress going up those escalators beside me to see if she was full of false bravado not holding her skirt or if she really was as cool as she made out.

I said to Kate, "Kate, sorry, this sounds a bit kinky; I think we are happy with the belt and yoke and everything; but just before we decide on the shackles and cuffs for certain, so I can see the effect that position has on Helen could you just pull that skirt up to the waist?"

Distracted, and before it dawned on her what I had just said; Kate had Helens skirt half way up her back; and the position she was in it wasn't coming back down again in a hurry.

"Okay thanks Kate; can you give us a couple of minutes to discuss things then come back to release us and I think we will take all of this."

Kate was obviously very happy with such a good sale and was only too pleased to give us our time.

Helen was staring daggers at me and said "That does it, bitch, for that I am going to make one more final purchase and you are not going to like it one bit!"

I started laughing again, I couldn't help it; what a crazy position, pink stiletto's, a chastity belt and a yoke; and Helen in a rigid hog-tie with a totally bare bum! My Mum, Goody two shoes Helen, commando in a mini-dress! The hog-tie was forcing her legs apart, and as she weakened in the position were moving further apart. Well I had to just walk around for a better look between those legs! Helen saw immediately what I was doing "Don't you dare, just do not dare test me, one more step and you are in for it!"

She didn't use the obey word and so I quickly stepped around and looked; she tried to close her legs but this just tired her more and I waited as the legs grew apart again. She is one fit lady and that is quite some ass; and I told her "Helen, because of our relationship I have always thought of you as, well, old. But in hindsight, and believe me, I mean hindsight; you are beautiful and young and have a fantastic ass and from here look more like my sister than mother; you should let Peter see you like this and see what happens!"

What made it worse, and I would later regret, was that Kate released me first removing my yoke and whilst she boxed this left me to release Helen. I unclipped her chains and removed the shackles which weren't actually locked; Helen could have removed them had she realised; then I just couldn't resist it, I spanked her bare bum, a couple of good ones both cheeks; then rolled her over and lifted the front of her skirt; I had to see, and it was beautiful, a naked, totally shaved beautiful pussy "Beautiful" I let slip quietly out. Helen was just staring at me; I helped her up; smoothed her dress down and waited for Kate with the cuff key.

Kate returned and released Helen from her cuffs and took these and all the other items away to prepare for sale; I still didn't have my dress back yet but at least I had my belt on. I kept looking at Helen and grinning. Helen said "put your hands on your head and turn around slowly." I did as I was told and as I got back to facing Helen she was stood right in front of me, her hands were at my waist and I heard 'click click'; my belt was locked on; I had thought nothing about wearing it, it was purely decoration, but those clicks sent a shiver down my spine; my hands went to the belt but it had no movement in it at all; I tried to get my fingers to my pussy but nowhere near; it was gone, my pussy was now out of reach, under the control of Helen. Her turn to smile.

Kate returned with my dress and a box for the belt but saw the locks were shut and Helen explained, smiling, that I would be wearing it home. Kate just laughed and said that she had thought that would be the case, easier than carrying it. Helen said to dispose of the box we wouldn't be returning it.

We went to pay and Helen added the one more item she said she would, a wooden paddle for spanking! Kate explained a few more things about the belt, its care and adjustments; and how the plug would fit and effectively 'lock in'. Also, as we were first time customers and had bought so much, the manager was throwing in the virginal intruder and changing the butt-plug control for one that controlled both. They come with the one charging base for both intruders. Also a bottle of lubricant to help with the butt-plug fitting.

We left the store; and regardless of what had just happened, and that I was in a totally humiliating pink mini-dress and high heels I could barely walk in and a chastity belt locked on me, and that I had just spanked Helen and seen her naked pussy; we both burst into laughter and giggled our way all the way back to the car and home.


5. Home Routine

Once home I asked if I should put all the clothing away in my wardrobes but Helen said not to, just to lift them out of the bags and fold them onto my bed for later. She would make coffee whilst we waited for Peter to get home from work then Helen and I were making dinner.

I unwrapped and placed the dresses and shirts and tops and underwear onto my bed and went back through into the lounge for my coffee but Helen stopped me "Hold it Milly, I forgot, you still have the washing in the machine from this morning; it's still nice outside so it can be hung out to dry and air off; I'll help you. Go and take your dress off and I will take your belt off; and put your new shoes away until later."

I had actually kind of enjoyed today, certainly a new experience or two; but it was wearing a bit thin now this being naked and bossed around; but I held my breath and managed to refrain from telling her where to go and once naked she unlocked and removed my belt and let me go to the bathroom to wipe it and myself clean.

I put my old slippers back on and went back to Helen to await instruction; she showed me where the laundry basket and pegs were and had me unload the machine. Then she unlocked the patio windows and indicated for me to carry the basket out into the garden. "What should I put on?" I asked; "Oh, either a smile or a scowl; your choice really but I prefer the smile; just get on with it so we can put our feet up and have our coffee. Don't worry about the neighbours; you know we are not overlooked; it's just you and me."

"But I've never been outside naked before; it will feel weird."

"You were quite naked in that beer garden when your dress caught the wind; all those guys saw you and you got over that okay; now are you going to get out there or must I order you to obey; I haven't had to do that once so far today?"

I grit my teeth, forced a smile, and stepped out with the washing and put it on the table in the middle of the garden. Helen helped me unfold the sheets and hang them and then all the other stuff.

"Anyway" Helen said as we worked "You need to get used to being out here in the nude; you will be doing it a lot in the future; have you seen how pale your skin is? You do not look healthy."

"Naked sunbathing? Kinky!"

"You think so? I have always done it; well as long as we have lived here anyway; it was partly because of the secluded garden that I wanted this place."

"I never saw you."

"No, I made sure you and Grieg never caught me; generally you were at school; I was trying to behave like a mother should; but now that you and I are 'best friends' we don't need that barrier between us anymore, you'll soon get used to it."

We returned to the lounge and Helen had me leave my old slippers in the utility room and go put my new ones on; the old ones were apparently now my garden slippers.

Helen made the coffee and we sat and talked about our day; still laughing about the various events. I confided that even though my life as I knew it was being totally screwed up; and being controlled all the time was getting on my tits; and being kept naked and sometimes restrained, and being spanked was all weird, humiliating and embarrassing; and that pink short dress and shoes was the total humiliation; and it was her that was doing it all to me; I actually felt closer to her now than I can ever remember and I really do now think I can change for the better.

She smiled and thanked me but warned that there were some pretty tough and testing times ahead; for a long time ahead; but really did hope I was right. She must have been at least a bit pleased with me because she gave me my cigarettes and let me go out into the garden for a smoke. Now that was surreal, walking around the garden naked just to have a smoke.

Getting brave, I asked her why she went out today without any pants on. She explained that she absolutely hates visible panty lines and the dress she had on, being silk and tight fitting almost any pant would have been noticeable; but admitted that she loves the feeling of being out and about 'commando' especially in a short and daring skirt; it gives her a 'buzz' and as it had been some time since her last 'commando' outing and knowing what I would be wearing she thought she would share in the fun. She hadn't anticipated what had happened in the sex store but had got a kick out of it.

She also said she would continue to take me out into town 'commando' in short skirts, because she wanted me to eventually be comfortable showing my legs off and being visibly feminine and behaving like a young girl should and to do this required short skirts. I needed the practice and being 'commando' would make me concentrate more on not flashing anything, like the stupid mistakes I made carrying two glasses or filling my hands with bags in windy conditions and failing to predict the inevitable.

This concentration would then become second nature and I would be able to carry it off without flashing my pants all the time. Just like sitting naked with her now, eventually I would feel comfortable in my own skin, she said, and make me more appreciative of how good I looked in the feminine clothes. That was her theory anyway.

The washing had been out a couple of hours and Peter would be home soon. Helen stood out with me whilst I had another smoke and then she helped me collect the washing in and air it overnight in the utility room. Me doing housework, unbelievable.

We chatted a little more and started making dinner, Helen sitting at the breakfast bar and directing me; explaining what I was doing and why. As we done this Peter returned home and stood leaning against the doorframe watching us interact; either that or just ogling me cooking in the nude. He commented that my hair was lovely, made me look like a new girl and he really liked it. I made him and Helen coffee and carried them through into the lounge for them but Helen continued to monitor my cooking from the lounge.

I set the table and over dinner Helen filled Peter in on our day; he could tell we had had fun; Helen left out the bit about her being commando and spanked by me; and wouldn't tell him what we had bought; it would be a surprise later. Again I washed the dishes and Helen let me go out for another smoke.

When I come back into the lounge Helen told me "Milly, fashion show time; I will come and help you show Peter what you have bought" (What I have bought? My money maybe, but I didn't buy any of it!).

We went to my bedroom and Helen had me put the pink dress and shoes back on then went and sat with Peter whilst I counted slowly to ten and followed. Helen had me stop in the middle of the room and do a slow turn; walk up and down then stop, turn again and walk back to the bedroom. She then selected another dress, a short black one and had me do it all again, same routine each time. Then a short red dress; then a mini-skirt blouse combination and other equally short outfits and finally a long, silky flowing black evening dress that hugged my bum with a long slit up the right thigh of the skirt and strapless almost backless body that pushed my boobs up and out and displayed generous cleavage. I had new stiletto shoes to match each outfit. I was not required to show the short skirts and vest tops she had chosen me I imagine for my routine day wear but instead moved me onto the underwear; putting me out in a lacy black bra, lacy black French Knickers and black hold-up stockings, again in my high heeled shoes. I had never worn stockings before and felt very silly, like a little girl dressing up as mother! However Peter appeared to like the look of me in this outfit best so far.

I was made to model some more of the underwear and then moved onto the nighties; first the black 'Baby Doll' but was not allowed to wear the G-string panties as she didn't want them dirtied before I needed them. She explained to Peter that it came with matching G-string and how many we had bought and then repeated it with the blue 'Baby Doll'; finishing with the green one which I was allowed to wear with the G-string as this was to be tonight's nightie.

Helen then took me back to the bedroom and prepared me and had me follow her back out with my hands cuffed behind my back and my red ball gag fitted but not locked and do the same modelling routine. I have never worn a gag before; does it always cause you to drool? Then she prepared me again and had me follow her out in my high heels, stockings only and the yoke and gag fitted.

Well Peter clearly loved this one as I modelled it. Helen too, so much so that Helen fitted my shackle cuffs and locked them together, no chain, just cuff to cuff and left me like this whilst they had another coffee, looked at me and discussed my various outfits.

I was seething, those two twats were having a laugh now; just as well I was wearing this fucking gag or I would let rip. Fortunately they took so long over their coffee that I had cooled my temper before they released me; and by then I had considered that Helen seems to have a reason for everything she does, no doubt this was teaching me something that would make something else easier for me in the future.

When she released me she said "Thanks Milly, you look fantastic in everything and we both really enjoyed that; you just need some colour in your skin and you are there. As a reward you can go and have your last cigarette for the night." I still had the shoes and stockings on but was otherwise restraint and clothing free; but I really needed that smoke and so went out as I was.

After a couple of minutes Helen joined me outside and took my cigarettes and lighter off me and whilst I finished my smoke explained that I was back on my contract schedule, it was over an hour since dinner and I was to go and clean my teeth then return as promised in the contract, as I would be expected to each night. I was to wear the green nighty with the cuffs.

I did as expected and returned to find Helen sitting on the couch; Peter on an easy chair sipping a beer. I went over and made to lay on Helens lap but she stopped me and pulled down my knickers. This confused me as with it being a G-string my bum was bare anyway for the spanking I was expecting and I asked "Sorry Helen, but when you said the green nighty I thought this included the pants or I wouldn't have worn them?"

"No, you were right to wear them, it's just that they are clean and if the spanking makes you 'come' again like it did yesterday then you will soil them and I don't really want you sitting in soiled pants on our furniture."

Shit, they realised I had an orgasm with their spanking me? Oh no; shit; now that is embarrassing!

With my pants off I climbed onto her lap and laid across her. She held me with her left hand on the chain of the cuffs and with her nice new paddle in her right started to softly rub and tap my buttocks. Whilst doing this she explained "Overall I am quite impressed with you today, all day. However there were a few minor misdemeanours we need to spank out. Your swearing this morning, whilst emotional, I accept, was totally uncalled for. The dirty state you left the shower and bathroom in won't be tolerated. you left your wet towel on your bedroom floor. You swore at least a dozen times whilst you were out with me. You lifted my skirt, spanked me and examined my naked pussy whilst you had me hog-tied in the sex store (This was obviously news to Peter, he gasped out "She what?" and spilled some of his drink, I just giggled) and tonight when in your yoke and shackles, well if looks could kill I wouldn't be here now. So obviously I am going to give you quite a spanking; this is going to hurt and if you cry out too loud too much I will gag you. Fortunately for you I am giving you some 'Brownie points' for the way you have generally behaved and for being quite good company throughout the day; and also because I actually quite admire the initiative you showed taking advantage of the situation in the sex store and taking control; even if you did spank me and so this won't be as bad as it could have been; well done for your first real day."

"What do you mean? Why were you hog-tied and panty-less in the sex store?" Peter asked.

"I will explain later in bed, but it was just fun."

'Thwack' my spanking begun, and 'ouch' that was unexpected and quite hard, that stung 'thwack thwack thwack' it continued in quick succession, both buttocks, one at a time and across both together; the top of the legs 'thwack' the buttocks again; slowing it down, speeding it up; using her hand, then the paddle. I could feel my bum glowing, burning even, my face sweating and burning; complete helplessness; my right leg would spasm out and drop to the floor and she would 'paddle' it until I returned to the correct position then back to my bum again. It seemed to go on forever until eventually she was just slapping me softly with her hand and rubbing my cheeks; rubbing my cheeks better; I felt it building up and just managed to yelp out "Sorry!" before the orgasm ripped through me; causing my body to judder. She had anticipated this, or more likely wanted to achieve this humiliating orgasm in front of Peter; and slipped some paper towelling under me just in time.

She eased me off her lap and directed me to go to the bathroom and clean up whilst removing the hand-cuffs; I didn't know where to look other than the ground and ran out of the lounge.

I was breathing heavy and come some more whilst gripping the sink for support and eventually cooling down enough to clean myself up. Ready to return I eased the bathroom door open just in time to hear Helen finishing a conversation with Peter "......trust me I know what I am doing; and if you genuinely want to help that girl you will play your part; or I will pack in and you can do it your way alone." As I walked in they went quiet and I could sense they had been rowing and for some reason I felt it was my fault and I should fix it.

I walked up to Helen, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and said "Thank you Helen; I appreciate what you are doing for me and I know it can't be easy for you to treat me like this but I promise you I will change and one day make you proud." I then stepped over to Peter and said "Thank you Peter for giving me this chance and convincing Helen to take this risk on me, I won't let you down." I picked up my pants and started walking to the bedroom but Helen said "Milly, the night isn't over yet, put your pants back on and make us all coffee please and we will see what is on TV."

Wearing this virtually see through 'Baby Doll' and sitting between them on the couch it almost felt like I was fully dressed, like normal all of a sudden; one hell of a change for just two nights into the 'contract'; although my bloody bum didn't half hurt!

10pm arrived and the programme we were watching had just finished and Helen told me to "go and fetch your belt and your plug". The plug and virginal intruder had been on the charging unit since we had got home. I sighed, I had been dreading this moment; I really didn't want to have that butt-plug in me; but went and brought them back with the two locks and keys.

Helen took them off me and showed them to Peter; explaining that the belt took two locks, hers and his. She gave him his lock and keys and explained that with both locks fitted it would take both of them together to agree to release me; but as he would be at work tomorrow unless he wanted me in it right through tomorrow then she would only fit hers so she could release me in the morning. She then showed him the butt-plug and explained it had a remote control and it vibrated when activated; that this would repay me for being a right pain in the butt all these years. He commented on the size; that it could hurt me; she replied "Don't worry, if she gets used to it there are much bigger ones I can buy." She also explained that the belt had an extra shield fitted and it prevented masturbation.

Helen then told me to go use the bathroom and she would see me in my bedroom.

With her in my room I knew what was coming, even though I hated even the idea of it, dreaded it. I removed my pants, turned around, opened my legs and bent over. Helen already had the plug fitted onto the belt. She opened the lubricant and with her finger rubbed some onto and slightly into my anus (Helen with her finger up my bum, just how had it come to this?); and then more onto the plug. She then very slowly, as softly as she could worked the plug into me. This caused gasps from me but I was determined not to cry out and let her know how much I hated it, but I couldn't stop the tears no matter how tight I closed my eyes. It felt huge, like nothing I have even imagined. But in it went, the final bit slipping in very quickly and bringing more tears to my eyes. I straightened up whilst she fitted and locked the rest of the belt onto me. "Okay, come and say goodnight to Peter; we are all having an early night."

Just standing with this inside of me was an experience, walking quite another! However I made it; I probably looked like John Wayne walking in but I walked over and kissed Peter goodnight and then Helen; hating that they were watching me knowing what was locked inside of me, and then slowly off to bed. Just after I had settled Helen come in and checked on me "Milly, be entirely honest; you have earned this pain in your butt and I want to punish you; you deserve it; but can you cope with this thing inside of you?"

"I don't know, it hurts, really feels bad; but yes I have earned it and I want to take my medicine and so I will give it a go if it proves to you and Peter my commitment."

Helen kissed me again, stroked my cheek, brushed my hair out of my eyes and said goodnight.

Oh my God it was big; it didn't matter if laid on my back, my side or my chest, opened my legs or closed them; kept my legs straight or pulled them up; it was just there, locked in; a big unwelcome lump in my bum and it was staying there. I had already tried stroking my pussy as a distraction but nothing doing, just steel; I couldn't even get my little pinky anywhere near it. Best I could do was play with my nipples with my knees drawn up and wide apart whilst fantasising about being in the shopping mall commando again in a variety of unfortunate circumstances causing me to flash my bits.


6. Good Vibrations

What the Fuck? The bed is vibrating! It's an earthquake! I am slowly awakening, I am face down, legs wide apart and the fucking bed is vibrating! No, it isn't the bed it eventually dawned on me as I awoke further, it's my fucking ass! My butt is vibrating! I turned over and tried to sit up and that was when I remembered the fucking butt-plug that was having a party in my bum; and then I further realised it was locked into this fucking chastity belt I had locked on.

Whilst all this was coming back to me, and I was just sat there in my bed staring at my belt wrapped pussy wondering what the fuck was going on the bloody thing kicked onto another level; it had been playing a soft melody now it's knocking out heavy rock, I've got fucking John Bonham in my ass and I can't evict the bastard! Helen! It's Helen! She's activated my bloody butt-plug the evil bitch.

It obviously wasn't going to stop and I had to get up. I went into the lounge and through the doors into the dining room and there was Helen with a huge grin on her face. I had to grip the back of a dining chair and bend over as the vibrations went through me; I can only imagine the face I had on but then the vibrations stopped, completely. "Good morning Milly; that's a lot better than an alarm clock or having to shout on you for breakfast isn't it?"

I struggled to speak, I wanted to rip her fucking head off and knew I needed to pause and cool down before I got myself evicted. I counted to ten before speaking to the fucking bitch. "Good morning Helen, what can I get you for breakfast?" (Diplomatic or what?).

"No, you go and use the bathroom, wake yourself up, I'll get breakfast."

Peter had already left for work, it was just after 8.30 and I did as I was told and had a quick shower; never done this in a chastity belt before, never mind a butt-plug. Fucking annoying not being able to wash my own pussy and I so wanted to play with it.

We had breakfast and then Helen gave me my instructions, all the washing had to be ironed and put away and the lounge needed dusting and all the kitchen surfaces cleaned and the kitchen floor mopped. All new to me but I done it and done it properly as she instructed and with this fucking butt-plug stuck in me. After I was done we had an early lunch which again I made and washed up and then Helen finally removed my belt and plug and had me clean them.

I wasn't allowed to put any clothes on; I was given my cigarettes and allowed a smoke in the garden. Helen set up a couple of sun-loungers in the middle of the garden and said she would get us a couple of drinks; we were spending the afternoon in the garden. I anticipated getting the lawn-mower out or doing the weeding.

A couple of minutes later Helen walked out, stark naked in high heels with two large glasses of wine and a bottle of sun oil under her arm! "Okay Milly, I've given you a hard morning, you have the afternoon off. You are free to go out if you wish, or do what you please. I am sun bathing all afternoon and I would like you to join me and if you do you can smoke out here and I will keep the wine topped up; and if you want to put some clothes on you can; but your body really could do with some sun on it. It's up to you what you want to do but if you are leaving me do me a favour and rub some sun oil on my back before you go; and if you are going out, you will be wearing your belt of course."

Whilst I finished my smoke I thought about it, the thought of going out and maybe seeing the guys I used to hang with was appealing but the more I thought about it the more I saw that old life of mine is a dead end, nothing new, and just the misery I have always known. I could get dressed and just sit with her, or maybe play on the internet, or even just go for a walk; that would be novel, walking for the sake of it. "Helen, thank you, I would love to spend the afternoon sunbathing with you; would you do my back too?"

I actually enjoyed this afternoon as much as anything I have enjoyed for quite some time. Two naked ladies, drinking wine, chatting and relaxing in the sun. No edge, no confrontation, no need for any attitude or atmosphere. I was aware though as the day progressed of my lacking vocabulary, my lack of conversational ability; I had no idea of anything current, the national or local news, sporting events, theatre, movies, holiday destinations, nothing of the rest of the world.

Helen was in a different class and could talk on any subject but I was conscious she was dumbing things down to suit me which made me feel worse. This is what 'hanging' with the other social drop-outs has got me. When I rubbed the oil into her back I also done her legs and bum; what a terrific body she has; she has really looked after herself but as a model I suppose she always had to.

We talked about her modelling; she was the local town beauty queen at my age which won her a modelling contract with a clothing catalogue. This led to her entering in national beauty competitions and having some success but failing her childhood ambition to be a 'Miss World' contender; she said she fell far short, some of the girls she met were in a different league but I don't see how looking at her now. She did though progress from a catalogue model into a fashion model walking catwalks throughout the world and in her early thirties was financially secure enabling her to retire. Not rich, but comfortable.

Peter was her 'childhood sweetheart' and he initially worked for his father but developed this into his own business which he ran partially from home, so between them as Helen was only required for specific modelling dates they were ideally suited to 'adopt' us as their own; Helen could not have children of her own although having children was all she had ever really dreamed of.

As me and Grieg grew up and Helen retired from the modelling Peter took an office in town to keep his business out of the home; he could retire now, the money isn't the issue, but he enjoys what he does and whilst they are 'comfortable' the money Peter continues to bring in will make for an even better retirement. Helen misses the modelling and is considering looking for something else to do, but me being the problem child I have been she couldn't afford the risk of being away from home.

This is probably the first truly 'adult' conversation I have ever had; most of mine are generally two or three word sentences ending in 'off'.

Helen eventually said we had best put the wine away and get out of the sun before I burn (and get wasted) and Peter would be home in just over an hour so we should get dinner on; oh and I was back on contract terms so I would be staying naked.

Surprisingly, Helen did too. Now this was surreal, me with Helen, both naked, in the kitchen making dinner. I don't know what caused it, possibly the wine, and all I was doing was opening a can of tomato's but the can opener wouldn't work, I was so determined to impress but it wouldn't work; next thing I was kicking it all over the kitchen I had just this morning mopped; there was tomato juice spraying all over the units. I heard 'Obey' and there was Helen stood in the doorway, looking very, very disappointed. I froze and looked at the mess "Sorry Helen, I am so sorry, I will clean it up, I don't know what came into me."

I said 'Obey', you do not talk when you are told to obey, now stay silent, clean up that mess and get in here."

I cleaned up the mess and binned the tomatos and cooling down joined Helen in the lounge. She put the yoke on me and had me bend over whilst she fitted the butt-plug, no belt this time, just the plug. Then she fitted the ankle cuffs to my ankles with the two foot bar locked between.

That is how I was stood when Peter returned home. By then Helen had prepared dinner and dressed and already given my ass a good paddling; and possibly because of the plug stuck up my ass I had come again.

I was disappointed in myself, I was doing so well and then I had to go and fuck it up over a tin of fucking tomatos. I deserved the fucking paddle; should have been twice as hard; she was too nice to me.

Peter stood right in front of me, looking me up and down. "What happened?" he asked Helen, she told him. He asked where the control to the plug was and she handed it to him. He made himself a coffee, sat on an easy chair in front of me and played with the control. Oh my God I was helpless, stood displaying my body with my arms and legs wide apart, naked; with this huge metal thing dancing in my butt. At first it was painful, then embarrassing, then extremely horny and I couldn't help but groan and beg and plead and orgasm! All in front of Peter! When it got to the point that I was screaming Peter finally switched it off and went for a shower.

It was getting hard to understand, I hadn't touched my own pussy in days and I kept having orgasm's; not only in front of my 'parents'; but because of them!

I did finally get released and help with the dinner, at least the serving part, and we all ate together and talked; but my mind wasn't on it. I had vowed to change and indeed, I was changing but maybe not the change we were all anticipating.

I was meant to change into a better person, and I think this is happening; but the change I am feeling is entirely perverted because already I am wishing the clock to speed up, for dinner to finish and the washing up to be done so that I can get another spanking! With my hands cuffed behind, laying on Helens lap and being defenceless to her spanking; eat up, get on with it; am I really thinking this? Wishing for a spanking? Have I got a crush on Helen or is it the pain or what? I don't know, don't understand, but I know I am starting to like it.

I walked into the lounge in my green 'Baby Doll' again, not bothering with the pants as I know she would take them off anyway; with my hands cuffed behind; but it wasn't Helen on the couch, it was Peter. I don't know why, but I was disappointed. I didn't say anything I just climbed onto his lap and waited.

Peter spanked me for just a few seconds then paused and said "Milly, we are happy to continue spanking and punishing you for as long as it takes, just so you understand; as difficult as it may be for you to understand this, we are doing this for you but we don't enjoy it; but will keep doing it as long as necessary; as hard as necessary."

He then continued to give me one hell of a spanking, with just his hand; ending with me crying and coming, hurting and happy, and confused.

No TV' tonight, just a wash, belt and plug and bed; but again Helen put me to bed, thanked me for the good time we had together in the garden and kissed me goodnight.

This same, or similar pattern continued for another week; waking to the vibrating plug, doing chores, sun-bathing, dinner, spanking and bed. Most nights though I did get to sit with them and watch TV; overall I think my behaviour was improving.


7. Modelling

One morning I had got out of bed early to use the bathroom; it was only 6.30 and as I left my room Peter was already up for work. "Ah he said, up already? Excellent, you can fix me breakfast whilst I get showered."

"I don't do mornings" I mumbled as I headed to the bathroom; returning straight to my bed and sleep.

The usual butt-plug vibration woke me and I followed the usual pattern of getting up, shouting through to Helen "I'm up" at which point the vibrations stopped and heading to the bathroom.

We ate breakfast and Helen said she would take the belt off now as she planned for us to go up town again together and as I was going 'commando' again better today than tomorrow on a Saturday when the town would be busy. It was only then that we realised, for the first time, I had two locks fitted! That bastard Peter, obviously because I hadn't made him breakfast, had snuck into my room and fitted his lock; I was double locked and Helen couldn't release me. Oh shit, this fucking butt-plug all day and it is an absolute bitch to sit on. Helen couldn't control her laughter but I failed to see the funny side.

No town today then, it would have to be a Saturday.

Helen asked "What today then, what do you want to do?"

"Well (genuinely wanting to help around the house and show how I was changing for the better) I thought I may clean the bathrooms, you know, a proper good scrub, floor surfaces, sinks, toilets, everything."

"What, all of them?"

"Yes" I replied, smiling like a good girl, "All four of them." The two double master bedrooms had their own en-suite bathrooms with a bath and shower in Peter and Helens room and a walk-in shower in the other, and the main bathroom which the third double bedroom and my single bedroom shared also had a bath and a shower; then there was also a general use cloakroom which only had toilet and wash-basin. "If you give me the stuff to clean them with I will get on my hands and knees and make them look like new. Then this afternoon, unless you have anything else planned, more sun-bathing?"

Well that was another new and surreal moment for me, beyond simple housework, I was now volunteering to scrub toilets. About an hour later I was in her en-suite scrubbing the shower floor when my bum started vibrating. I knew immediately what it was, the fucking butt-plug. What a time, on my hands and knees with my hands covered in cleaning stuff and my bare butt stuck up in the air and my plug having a party. I had to suffer it whilst I got up and took my cleaning gloves off and washed my hands before I could even go and see what the problem was. By then I was just about ready to come!

"Coffee break" said Helen, I could have fucking punched her fucking lights out, fucking coffee time for fucks sake!

"Why thank you, I'm just about finished with your room, just the main bathroom and cloakroom to go". I'm learning.

I had the four bathrooms finished by eleven. Helen was really enjoying the 'power' of the butt-plug remote and had 'buzzed' me another twice just to ask trivial questions, just, I am sure, to impress upon me that she could, as and when the whim took her. Bitch! In hindsight, I loved it.

We still had time before lunch and Helen said we wouldn't be sun-bathing until after lunch and she decided she would teach me to walk in heels whilst we had some spare time on our hands. I was still stark naked but for my belt and Mum, sorry, where the fuck did that come from? Helen had me put on my highest heels, 4 ½ inch' stilettos, the black ones she got to go with my cocktail dress.

She then had me walk up and down the lounge whilst she gave me directions. She wasn't happy! "Milly, you walk like a new born Giraffe, you don't step, you plonk! It's all about the chin, keep your chin up!"

I tried and tried and I failed and failed.

"Let me explain, sit down; it is all about posture, you don't have it yet; you are dropping your chin and looking down." She had stood up and was demonstrating as she talked "Your chin drops, your face drops, your head looks down; because of this your neck moves forward, your head is very heavy and so your upper body leans forward to accommodate and support your head moving forward; then your spine arcs forward to accommodate it."

"Because of all this your thighs instead of being driven forward as you walk are lifting up to accommodate your leaning body and when you put your foot down instead of it being moved gracefully forward it is being plonked down from a height to get your other foot off the floor and so on; like a baby Giraffe."

"Keep your head back and your chin up, this will keep your shoulders back making you lead with your hips and a much more natural gait to accommodate the high heels and effectively walking on tip-toe and just supported by the heel; now again, practice."

I tried again, and again, many times, but continuingly I failed, I just had to watch my feet in these bloody silly shoes; and of course the chastity belt and this fucking huge stupid butt-plug didn't help matters any. After an hour Helen said this was enough and we stopped for lunch and then more sun time. I was enjoying my afternoons with Helen and especially having her naked with me and rubbing each other with sun-cream.

Helen further explained about what she meant by posture. "It's all about training your body, making correct posture a habit. Your habit, because you have always worn jeans and those combat boot type shoes is more like a bloke than a lady, not feminine at all."

"When you sit, you slouch with your legs apart like a man, or as my mother would have said, like 'an old fish wife'. Do that in a dress or skirt and people will take you for a common slag, pardon the expression."

"Sit upright with correct posture with your legs together or crossed and you will be seen as a lady. If you are in a bar or any social area sitting as you generally used to then any men coming into the room and looking around won't give you a second look; but sit with good posture, maybe your legs crossed and a bit of leg showing they will give you a second look; then with your good looks they won't be able to take their eyes off you. Believe me, it is a nice feeling to get the right attention even when you are not looking for it"

She went on "You are learning already; with keeping you naked a lot of the time and Peter being around you have already started sitting with your legs together, and even crossing them which I have never seen you do before. Obviously you are conscious of your nakedness and crossing your legs to cover yourself. In time this will become habit even if you are wearing trousers; just a natural sitting position for you. Also this is why we got the yoke, you never have your shoulders back but the yoke forces you to do this; again in time this will become natural to you."

"Even in the shortest of skirts, once you have your legs crossed it is impossible for anyone to know what you are wearing underneath, with your legs crossed you will expose a lot of thigh but with the brevity of pants worn today they will never know if you are 'commando' or wearing a G-string or thong; and you can, with practice, be crossing your legs as you sit, and not uncrossing them until you are in the process of standing. That is why I am taking you out into town 'commando', to learn these basic skills that can give you a bigger thrill than the guys whose attention you are commanding."

Eventually Peter returned and eventually, after I had apologised for going back to bed without even telling him and not making him breakfast; he took my belt lock off. Ever since this 'contract' had started, I had either been with one of them, or had my belt or the Yoke fitted; I really wanted to lie in my bed and wank!

I had been such a good girl today that they didn't even spank me, not for anything. I was gutted! Then, after TV; I went to bed and Helen put the belt on me but no butt-plug. I was having a panic attack. No spanking, no orgasm, now no butt-plug; and I was meant to sleep? I needed something, even if it was just the frustration and annoyance of a butt-plug I couldn't remove for my ass to chew on whilst I fantasised in bed.

"You've been excellent today Milly; thank you. You have had to wear that plug pretty much all day and so I will give you a night off it; although Peter feels you deserved it but he did have you locked in all day."

I saw my chance "Yeah, Peter was a bit of a bastard pulling that trick with the locks wasn't he?"

"Milly! You really cannot help yourself can you? Out of bed, now!"

My belt was removed, the plug fitted and the belt put back on; Yes!

She put me back to bed and tucked me in again, tutting all the while; "Thank you Mum, sorry for thinking that about Peter, I am behaving better though, aren't I?"

"Milly! You've just called me 'Mum' for the first time in years! Thank you." She actually hugged me, for like ages, then kissed me on the cheek "Yes you are doing well Milly, better than I could imagine; good night." I may have imagined it, but I thought I saw a tear on her cheek as the light from the hall caught her face as she left my room. I felt the same way, twice today I had called her 'Mum', once to myself and now out loud to her; fucking embarrassing; what was happening to me?

Again I was awoken with John Bonham practicing his drums in my bum; it has got to the point that I actually lay there a while and enjoy it! The fact that it is locked in there with the chastity belt and I can do nothing about it seems to make it an oh so better experience; now if my bedroom door was locked and I just had to take it until it stopped, now that would be something!

We had breakfast, cooked by yours truly; I had progressed to actually cooking breakfast now, bacon and eggs and fried tomatos and everything; and making quite a good job of it. Someday I would make some bloke a good wife; especially with all this bondage I was getting into. Just need some real sex experience, please.

Helen took me up town as we had planned yesterday. Short dress again, no bra and nipples prominent again, no pants and wind playing havoc again; high heels and walking like a Giraffe again. Love it. Getting plenty of male attention again.

Helen took me all around town, loads of shops. Back to the place where all my nighties come from. Helen chose a really revealing black robe that wasn't even a robe, it was worn like a dress but was sheer and backless and split at the front from ankles up to the waist and again from waist to neck; it didn't cover, it emphasised! My face must have been a picture just looking at it and imagining wearing it; plus the extortionate price didn't help. Helen asked "What's the matter, you look ill?"

I replied that I really couldn't see myself wearing that around the house, I would feel better dressed naked in my yoke. "Oh you silly thing, this isn't all about you; I am buying this for myself, well for Peter, but I will be wearing it."

The next purchase though was all about me. Helen took me back to the sex store and bought me a posture collar, well it figures I suppose; everything she is doing to me seems to be for a purpose, cruel to be kind and all that.

She requested Kate help us and she was there again and actually giggled out loud when she come over, she explained she had loved serving us last time, apparently we were 'a fun couple'. Helen explained what we (she) wanted, a rigid locking posture collar that would fit under the yoke we (she) had purchased. Kate had a suitable selection and the one we (Helen) bought was apparently perfect as long as we (Helen) didn't lock it if the yoke was going over it.

We rode the escalators a few times probably just to show my bum off and Helen treat me to lunch at a lovely Italian café and then it was back home for more 'high heel walk' practice with the benefit of my lovely new pink training aid, locked on. I done much better in the collar, so much so Helen was leaving it locked on until bed time.

Once again I had done so well I didn't get my spanking, as much as I wanted it and the orgasm that comes with it I was chuffed I was going a whole day without causing upset or real disappointment; but was relieved that when put to bed I had my butt-plug well and truly locked in again. With practice I have managed to bring myself to orgasm alone just fantasising, playing with my nipples and clenching; just wait until the belt comes off, if ever.


8. Making Mum Make Me

I was awoken not by John Bonham, but by the phone ringing in the hallway. It stopped after just a couple of rings and I guessed either it was a wrong number or Peter or Helen had answered it on the cordless. However a couple of minutes later I heard footsteps in the hallway and got up to see what was going on. I no longer give even a seconds thought to the fact I am naked but for a chastity belt; it is just normal now for me to be naked.

I put the light on and saw that it was 6.30am and walked out into the hall way. Dad was in the lounge just hanging up the phone. "Morning Dad, sorry, Peter (Shit, it's happening all the time now), is everything okay? It's only 6.30?"

He stared at me startled, he couldn't get his eyes off my tits before I saw him looking at them, and he knew it, he was clearly embarrassed. "Yeah, er, no" he replied "That was the police, there has been a break in at the office, they have got one guy that was still on the premises but think one or more may have gotten away, I have to go and see what they have done and file a complaint."

"Okay, while you wash and get ready I will make you some breakfast to go."

"Thanks Milly, really nice of you at this time in the morning but no I will have breakfast with you two when I get back, should only be a couple of hours; if you could get me coffee to go that would be good, help wake me."

Whilst he was in the bathroom, I guessed he used the main bathroom so as not to keep Mum, shit, Helen awake which was nice of him; I made him his coffee but also very quickly rustled up a couple of bacon sandwiches using the microwave. When he come out dressed and ready to go he was really chuffed and gave me a peck on the cheek and said "okay, I won't put my lock on this time, but watch out, okay?"

Smiling and chuffed, I went back to bed.

It was after 9am and I was waiting for John Bonham, the expectation was killing me but no action. I got up regardless and had a shower and then into the kitchen; still naked, I had pretty much given up on clothes. The place was deserted and silent. I had a look out front and Peter's car wasn't there. Either Helen was having a lay in (which never happens) and Peter wasn't back or Peter had returned early and they had gone out together, which was much more likely as I already had my belt locked on.

I didn't really know what to do, I couldn't really make breakfast just for myself if Helen was here, but didn't want to wait any longer to make breakfast. I decided to be brave and knock on Helens bedroom door. There was no response, I knocked again louder and again no response. Okay, they had gone out without me. I put the coffee on and started buttering some bread and got some fruit juice out when I heard something; I don't know what, just something.

I looked out front but no sign of movement. Nothing out back either. Still uneasy, I knocked again on their bedroom door and still no response, but did I imagine it or was that something? I knocked again, nothing. I slowly opened the door and there right in front of me was the answer to a question I should have asked but never even thought of.

Our first visit to the adult sex store Helen had bought five sets of hand-cuffs and two ball-gags, but had only ever used one set of hand-cuffs and the red ball-gag on me, never the black one. Here, fastened to the bed were the other four hand-cuffs; locked onto Helens wrists and ankles and the head and foot of the bed. Helen, naked, was spread-eagle on the left side of the bed and gagged and looking at me with quite a worried expression. Well you can imagine; what a joy! What an opportunity! But what do I do?

I am still just stood there, probably still open mouthed, in the doorway with my hand on the handle; do I just close the door, forget I even opened it? Or do I play? I play!

"Hi Helen, sorry, it's getting kind of late and I didn't know what was happening, if you and Peter were even home; I was about to make breakfast and I thought I heard something; I did knock, a few times; but sorry all the same, I'm here now. Is the key here? Or does Peter want you here for his return? Or what?"

Obviously Helen couldn't really say anything but with her face and eyes indicated the bedside table on the other side, I walked over and there were two keys. One was obviously a cuff-key and so I guessed the other was for the gag, I released it.

"Milly, I, thank you, no, sorry, I, sorry, I don't know what to say; just release me, please."

"Okay, but if I do when Peter gets back it will be obvious I found you and your secret is out, could be embarrassing for him too; are you sure? Or if you like I could lock your gag back on and pretend I was never here?"

"No, it wouldn't work, I have to continue to discipline you and you could basically blackmail me with this; we will have to just be straight with Peter."

"Are you certain? Honestly, I promise, let me gag you again and keep this as a secret; and I promise not only will it be our secret but that I will never try to blackmail or gain any favour from you because of this, I will never mention it again unless you do; it will be as though it never happened. If I do then I have failed and I will leave, but the longer I keep the secret the more you will know you can trust me, and that will be a first, you being able to trust me; I would love the chance to gain your trust; it could only be good for both of us couldn't it? But your call, what do you want?"

She thought about it.

"Milly, I agree, I want to trust you, gag me, I will try to explain the rest of this later."

Whilst we had been talking I had spotted the control for my butt-plug on her bedside table and thought about playing with it; I just hadn't fully considered the opportunity available and how I would play with it. I gagged her again and locked it returning the key to the bedside table and said to Helen "Peter is a lucky man, you are absolutely beautiful, you still look like a young model, and to do stuff like this for him, he's got it made; but you deserve some fun once in a while too, back in a moment."

I went and had a quick look out front to make sure he hadn't come back then went back to my room and grabbed the vaginal intruder off the charger It had never been used but was basically a small steel dildo fully charged and ready to go. I went back to Helen and showed her it in my hand; she was shaking her head and looking terrified.

I just smiled and said "Don't you worry, I am sure you would do the same for me if I needed it, which I do by the way."

I then laid on the right side of the bed and stroked Helens body, from her breasts down over her shaven pussy onto her thighs, between her legs and back up and tweaking her nipples; just enough to get her going a little, to get some self-lubrication.

She couldn't take her eyes off mine. "It's okay Helen, punish me as much as you like for this later and I promise you I will still never say anything about this; make up any excuse for punishing me and I will agree to your story, but you deserve a little pleasure, you look after everybody, all the time, who looks after you and your needs?" As I said this I entered the dildo into her, and with my finger, pushed it home. Her eyes almost popped out but her bucking hips gave her away.

I grabbed the control off her bedside table and pushed the button, wrong one, butt-plug! I pushed another and got John Bonham, then Bonham on drugs; then no drums and a definite reaction from Helen. I was getting the hang of it, not knowing how far away Peter was I wound it up all the way getting a fantastic reaction from Helen, she finally stopped staring me out and closed her eyes, her body moving like a ghost was fucking her; I gave her a kiss on the cheek and dashed out to check for Peter coming back.

No sign of Peter I dashed back and wow! That didn't take long; Helen was quite obviously having one fucking large orgasm! Now I wish I could look that good in any conditions, never mind chained to a bed with a vibrating dildo shoved up me suffering a major orgasm; she looked absolutely fantastic.

I switched off the dildo and lay beside her again, and asked "was that okay?" She was breathing rapidly through her nose and gasping around the gag but nodded and generally looked happy, confused, uncertain, but happy. I dashed back to the main bathroom and grabbed a spare hand towel and returned to her side and towelled her body down, the sweat would be a bit of a give-away and asked her "shake your head if you want me to leave it in, but not knowing what Peter has planned he may find it, nod if you want me to remove it, or do something else if you want me to release you so you can fish it out."

She thought about it, for about two seconds, then nodded; I put my hand between her legs, entered first my thumb into her, seemed the most polite way to do it, then my fingers and grabbed and removed the small dildo; I could almost sense a sigh of satisfaction as it drew out."

I towelled her again as she was still sweating, smiled down on her, kissed her again, said "see you later Mum; if Peter asks I kept knocking but never came in" and closed the door behind me. I put the dildo back onto the charger in my room and as I did so I heard the front door opening.

I dashed out just as Peter was coming in and tried to slow him a little so Helen would hear us and mentally prepare herself for however she wanted to play it. "Dad, sorry Peter, what's happening? There is no sign of Mum, er, Helen; I want to make breakfast but don't know what's going on, I have knocked on her door, a few times but she obviously isn't in there, I want to get dressed but don't know if I am allowed; is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine, just had to go to the station to make a statement, quite a bit of damage to report and need the crime report for the insurance. Your mam took some sleeping tablets last night as she couldn't sleep so she is probably still unconscious; I will check on her now. You get yourself showered and dressed and rustle up some breakfast for us all but take your time as I need to have a chat with Helen, say breakfast for 10.30; okay?"

"Sounds good, I'm on it." Yeah, I thought, you go and give her a good shagging, not that she could stop you or would want to stop you; must be her fucking birthday or something, lucky girl!

The next couple of weeks again followed the same pattern, doing housework, wearing the yoke, the belt, the posture collar, the plug; getting more training from Helen on how to walk in heels, how to posture, lessons on etiquette, saying the right things at the right times.

One night shortly after that 'event' when I had stumbled upon Helen in her cuffs she put the belt on me whilst I still had the yoke fitted which was unusual right before bed but she had obviously planned it; perhaps because I had kept her, no, our secret. She lubricated me as usual for the butt-plug but when she fitted the belt I was stunned to feel the dildo also sliding into my pussy and then the belt being locked on.

I didn't know what, if anything, to say. She didn't even remove the yoke, she just got me into bed and said "Role reversal, thank you Milly, enjoy" kissed me good night and left.

There I was, lying in my bed, on my back, arms locked alongside my shoulders with my chastity belt on and my ass and pussy filled with metal and nothing happening.

It must have been at least an hour later and I was finally drifting off to sleep thinking that whatever she had planned was obviously going to happen in the morning when Bonham normally started his rehearsal; when Fuck Me! Robert Plant and Jimmy Page suddenly hit all the high notes and all the chords in my pussy.

Fucking fantastic!

I could do shit all about it, just open or shut my legs or lift my knees but other than sweat and orgasm I was screwed! This happened again and again throughout the night; sometimes with, sometimes without Bonham in my butt. I can only guess that every time Helen awoke she gave me a blast on the remote control; right through until breakfast; and even then I had breakfast with them both with it still locked inside of me and when Peter went out on some chores Helen forced me down on my back on the lounge carpet and started them up again, and she sat and watched. 'Payback' she called it, whatever, I fucking loved it, finally fucking Yes!

As I have said I am most definitely changing, but into what? I am a little scared that I am enjoying this too much; I absolutely love the helplessness of being forced to orgasm and want much more of this.

9. Military Discipline

A couple of things during this period that were causing new embarrassment were firstly myself, more and more frequently I was calling them 'Dad' instead of Peter and 'Mum' or 'Mam' instead of Helen; just slipping out unintended but also in my own mind when I was thinking of them, why the hell am I doing that? They are not my real parents for fucks sake! The other is Helen and my posture training; I am still struggling to keep my head up all the time when walking and Helen every morning for the full morning has taken to locking the yoke on over my posture collar with me naked; and when she goes out she locks padlocks onto the yoke cuffs to stop Peter feeling sorry or getting soft with me and releasing me; so on the occasions Peter is home and Helen is out I am generally totally naked and displayed.

This doesn't seem so bad when Helen is about but when she is out and it is just me and Peter I think we both find it embarrassing; I cannot cover myself, he cannot help but look at me; and my tits and pussy are just there, on display, inviting his attention. The fact that I get such a thrill from this just seems so wrong.

Worst still is the sunbathing when Helen isn't home; invariably I am still naked in my yoke and Peter has to feed me lunch (embarrassing). When my afternoon sunbathing session is due it is left to Peter to put on my sun cream. I have to just lay there saying nothing whilst he massages it in all over, and I mean all over! He always puts far too much onto my most sensitive parts arguing that these parts need the most protection. Trying not to react and let him know how horny I am feeling is a real bitch.

Again today Helen had left me alone with Peter naked in my yoke but at only 10am Peter had received a call from one of his staff and had to go out; he didn't want to leave me like this but didn't see an option; I assured him I would be okay. I'm surprised though he didn't put the belt on me for safety if nothing else, it's not as though I could do anything to protect myself in this position but Peter was probably thinking more about me frigging myself and had this covered with me wearing the yoke.

A couple of hours later I was pleased to hear the front door opening as I was getting quite bored on my own, frustrated and bored.

"Mam, Dad" I heard from the entrance hall; oh shit, it's Grieg! I am in the lounge, I look for escape, Grieg cannot see his 'little sister' in all her glory locked in metal; what do I do? Where can I hide like this? "Hello Milly, long time no see."

Grieg is stood there, grinning; I dash into the kitchen trying to keep my back to him. From just the briefest of glances I see he is in his uniform and looking great, like a movie hero. "Come on back here, that is no way to greet your brother" he shouted after me and then appeared in the kitchen doorway, again grinning at me. "I can explain" I said, blushing and angry, "Mam and Dad have" but Grieg interrupted me "Milly, I know all about it, Dad wrote to me explaining what was happening with you, even copied me your contract; you've been an absolute fucking bitch."

"It makes me feel sick the way you have treat them; it is as though you are my fault. They deserve the best from us after all they have done for us; they are angels and you have been the fucking Devil. You are only now getting what you deserve and I am going to give you some too so you know how I feel; too little too late but I'm going to show you just how pissed off I am with you too; now come here and say hello before I give you the spanking of your life."

Unlike me, I started to cry, not because of his threat but because of his words and the truth in them.

I went to him and he gave me a really strong hug and patted my back "Milly, lovely to see you again, but I am not sorry for what I am about to do.

He led me into the lounge sat down and put me over his knee. No niceties or soft warning slaps, he has his left arm wrapped around my belly and his right is giving my ass a real good seeing to; and this time it really does hurt and I am shrieking and crying but still the inevitable happens. I just cannot help myself and it is a big one but it takes Grieg a few moments to realise and he puts me on my butt on the floor and looks at his lap in disbelief.

"You fucking horny slut; you've just slimed all over my dress uniform! That was meant to be a punishment not fucking foreplay! If that is what Mam and Dad have been doing then they have just been playing with you; you probably enjoy your little punishments."

Little punishment? My fucking ass is on fire! I have never been spanked so hard, not even Mam's paddle hurts like that!

"I'll have to get these to the dry cleaners now, and I wanted Mam and Dad to see me and be proud; that does it, spanking is no use; wait here." He left and walked out into the garden, what the hell is he going to do?

A moment later he returned with a sapling torn off one of the apple trees, about three feet long and slim. He walked in and straight back out into the garage; knowing him and his 'perfection' he was probably going to varnish it or something.

I wasn't far out, moments later he returned and it was almost white, he had cut it down and either peeled or sanded it or something because it looked like something brand new and shop bought and I immediately knew what it was for.

He rolled me over and put my head to the floor, with me on my knees and my butt sticking up in the air. He has some soft rope from the garage and looped it around my right wrist, round the back of my knees and tied it to my left wrist. I couldn't pull my legs away further from the yoke so I was trapped with my butt up. 'Swish' and Fucking "Ow!!!"

Now that really does hurt, right across both buttocks. Again and again, oh dear God; I only cried out the first few strokes; I was soon numbed, perhaps too shocked at a pain I have never known before. Twenty times he struck me and he wasn't holding back; either buttock and both together, and across the tops of my legs; it was fucking agony!

I have played at this so far, what I thought was bondage I was enjoying, starting to look forward to it each day; knowing no harm would ever come to me, a little humiliation once in while which I generally was getting off on; a little spanking which I think I am addicted to I enjoy it that much.

This was different. I realised, this is bondage. Something horrible happening to me, really proper hurting; and nothing I can do, no say in it, no mercy, no escape. I am restrained and vulnerable and at mercy to whatever he wants to do to me. No orgasm this time, just raw agony, I am scared and hurting too much to cry; I am biting the carpet it hurts that much.

He untied the rope but I didn't move. Eventually, after some minutes the feeling of the thrashing was washing over me; like lots of burning cuts in my skin and I was sobbing, struggling to breathe I was heaving and sobbing so much.

"Sort yourself out and stand up, and accept you had this coming; if you ever amount to anything like a decent human being you may one day thank me for this; if not then you will hate me which doesn't bother me one bit because if you don't sort yourself out and improve your act then you will not feature in this family anymore anyway and you will be no sister of mine; and don't think this is over by any means. I am here for a week and the last thing I do before I leave again will be to give you another lesson with this stick just to remember me and my disappointment in you by."

He went off to his bedroom and changed out of his stained uniform and probably made some attempt to clean my fluids off it.

About thirty minutes later he returned to the lounge and found me still in the same position, head to the floor and bum stuck up. Every time I had tried to move the welts on my ass and legs felt like they would open up and so I had just stayed there too scared to get up.

Grieg grabbed the yoke and forced me up, first to my knees and then regardless of my screaming up to my feet.

He hugged me and said "I am not sorry for what I have just done, I will do it again if I think for one moment it will help you; but I am sorry that it has come to this and for the hurt I have caused you."

"You are my only real family and I love you but unless you can help unite me and Peter and Helen as a family, and they are our parents, they raised us and love us as their own; then just go and do not contact any of us again; I will pretend that you never survived the car crash and just forget about you."

Those words hurt much more than the thrashing.

He led me out to the garden and put me face down on a sun bed and then disappeared indoors. A moment later he was back and rubbing something into my welted backside. I was well beyond embarrassment and felt the relief as my wounds cooled.

I drifted off and was only woken by Mum, sorry Helens cry "Grieg! What have you done to her? You have scared her for life! Just what the hell have you done?"

I felt her soft hands feeling the wounds on my skin; it hurt but it felt good.

"Don't worry" I heard Grieg explain "the skin isn't broken, it's just the blood coming to the surface, it will look bad and hurt for two or three days but will be fine in time for my next session with her before I go."

"You will do no such thing, you will never hit her again; not only is it wrong, you're her brother for heaven's sake; but she could call the Police, you have assaulted her."

"That's up to Milly; she can report me, do nothing, or thank me; which way she goes will be a good indicator as to what we can expect from her in the future."

"If she calls the Police I will not even try to hide what I have done or the fact I intend doing it to her again before I go. You and Dad have been mollycoddling her, playing at it; Milly will not be really sorry until she is truly made to be sorry; and coming from me, her brother; it will mean all the more to her."

I assumed they took me to be either asleep or unconscious the way they were talking.

"Besides, I have already promised Milly I would give her another 'lesson' as the last thing I do before leaving next week; and you know I don't break my promises."

"He's right Helen." I hadn't realised Peter was here too.

"Grieg being here and doing what he has done may be a make or break situation, I don't agree with that level of punishment, but nor do I agree with what Milly has done in the past; and as much as I love her I would rather see her with a sore backside than in prison or as a drugged up whore which is where she was heading."

"But Grieg, you are ignorant of the progress she has made already; I wrote to you with the problems but haven't updated you with how Milly has been this last few weeks; she is making a real effort and I am proud of her commitment to her contract with us; she is even starting to bond with your Mam and I have never seen Helen so happy for a long time."

Laying there, playing possum I was appreciating what I was hearing; what was obvious was that they were all genuinely committed to me and sorting me out; as this is what I wanted also then yes, sign me up, all for one and one for all; just please, not quite so fucking hard next time!

The rest of the day went as well as it could under the circumstances. Helen had said I could dress properly as Grieg was here but I insisted we carry on as per the contract regardless; and asked for permission to alter the contract to add Grieg. They all said this was not necessary but I insisted and I got the feeling of some relief from them as this took the assault and the Police out of the equation.

After dinner I changed into my blue 'nearly there Baby Doll' nightie and G-String and cuffed my hands behind my back again and went through to the lounge. Neither Peter nor Grieg could take their eyes off me; funny how I get even more attention and a better reaction when almost something is left to the imagination and these nighties certainly achieve that.

I climbed up onto Helen's lap and laid down wondering what she would do with this sorry looking bum. She didn't release my cuffs as I expected her to but instead made a close examination of my markings and sent Grieg to her en-suite to get a specific cream she had. She then spent a good ten minutes massaging the cream into my wounds. Even this hurt but again her hands and the cream felt wonderful.

After this she removed the cuffs and we were all to play 'Trivial Pursuits' together; I managed part of the first game sitting on a soft cushion but soon had to stand to play.

After just the one game I asked if I could go to bed to lie down.

Helen took me and in my bedroom locked me in my belt but no butt plug this time; just the vaginal intruder instead. She kissed me and whispered in my ear "You are being ever so brave, thank you" and placed something in my hand. After she had gone I looked at what was in my hand and found the remote control to my intruder!

Bliss!

The next morning was a bit embarrassing, the first time Grieg had seen me in my chastity belt. He loved it! Even tried to get me to amend my contract to say I would wear it until I was Forty! No fucking chance!

Helen didn't take my belt off but did take the control back off me, oblivious to the men.

She kept me naked through breakfast which I prepared and served.

Every time I was starting to say something stupid or inappropriate I would get a quick buzz in my pussy and would see Helen smiling at me. She obviously enjoyed this new 'power' over me because she kept me in the belt with 'it' fitted through to lunch; as well as having the posture collar and yoke on up until lunch. Then after lunch I was made to sunbathe again naked whilst the rest of them sat around clothed.

On Grieg's' final night with us we went up town for dinner. I felt like a million dollars but still wasn't exactly comfortable being quite so feminine. No chastity belt; but high heels and stockings, the French Knickers and that black high split cocktail dress Helen had bought me; and fucking make up!

Helen had me shower and do my hair and then had laid me with my yoke on and first shaved and waxed me all over but keeping my lovely Brazilian, and then sat me down and styled my hair and then put make up on me. She chose some of her own jewellery for me. The black silk neck collar with pearls wasn't lost on me, it was a reminder that I was still to obey and behave.

She then dressed me and had me walk up and down the hallway corridor a couple of times before walking into the lounge and receiving some fantastic compliments from the two guys.

In the restaurant I felt fantastic, like a real classy lady. What a difference my appearance made. I have never had men holding chairs for me whilst I sat, opening doors for me; standing aside to let me pass. Openly staring, even lusting at me.

Throughout Helen helped me, advising what I should say and when, how to avoid some gazes and smile at others; how to just take it for granted that every time I walked past a guy he would be staring at my bum as I walked on and not to look back and catch them.

How to take a seat so that the slit on my dress doesn't fall all the way open and show my stocking top; and how to make sure it does as though by accident; and best of all, how to appreciate the jealous faces of the other girls around me when their guys are caught ogling me!

I had an absolutely wonderful night!

The next day I awoke before John Bonham had his usual practice session; I was scared. Grieg's' last day, he is leaving at lunch and whilst he hasn't mentioned it again, he promised to use that sapling on me again before he left.

I never want to experience that pain again, ever; but I know I am about to. I have resolved to accept the inevitable and in such a way that I keep the love of my brother and possibly earn a little respect.

I also know I fully deserve what is coming; okay I have been good this past few weeks; but I was oh so fucking awful for so many more years longer. I do not want it in my belt with this plug fitted and so I am in the kitchen preparing the breakfast settings and brewing the coffee waiting for Helen to surface; she is always first on a weekend.

I explain to Helen my concern and she says not to worry, she will not let Grieg go through with it. I tell her that he will, and that I will ask him to; but I appreciate her support; will she just take this plug out?

She does and naked, I go into the garage and find his sapling thing. I then go and knock on Grieg's' door and tell him breakfast is ready. Peter is up now and I serve us all breakfast and when done, wash up.

I ask Mam and Dad to take a seat on the couch and went and got the sapling and handed it to Grieg and asked him "Grieg, you really hurt me with this last week; I have never hurt like that before; but I appreciate it hurt you too having to do that to me and to live with it. I love you, and I promise you I am changing and the hard lesson you gave me last week did help. My mind is clearer and my resolve is greater now as a direct result. Please punish me again to remind me of my commitment and your feelings and again I will promise that you will never have to come back and use it again on me; and one day you will be proud of me as your sister. You do not need rope or the yoke. Mam, Dad, please do not interfere or say anything; allow me to get through this and move on."

At that I went to the centre of the lounge and bent over and gripped my ankles. Grieg come over; he didn't say anything, he just stood there in position to strike me but not doing or saying anything. Mam and Dad were holding their breath.

After what seemed like an eternity 'Swish' and I felt the first shockwave rip through my butt cheek; my hands come away and I cried out and stumbled forward but I collected myself "Sorry, I will be stronger." I resumed the same position.

'Swish, swish, swish'; I couldn't help but cry out after each strike but held my position for the first eight strikes but then my legs buckled and I went down. I managed to get to my feet and resume the same position but just another three strikes collapsed my legs again.

Between sobs I tried to stand again but my legs just wouldn't have it, they were shaking too much and I couldn't control them; God this hurt! I apologised, still sobbing "Grieg, I am so sorry, I cannot stand; but please continue." I had knelt as I had been last time, with my bum high in the air. Grieg made to strike again but Mam shouted out "Grieg, enough, the poor girl is beaten; you've made your point."

"Mam" I shouted back, "If I can get through this I can get through anything; now let me; Grieg, please, whatever it takes, as much as it takes, finish it."

Well he did, just as he had promised, the full twenty plus one for good luck. Again I was chewing the carpet by this stage and even Helen was crying; she had left the room and just returned when it had stopped. "Right now that is the end of it, Grieg give me that stick and it is going out never to be replaced!"

"No" I shouted, sobbing, heaving, crawling towards my Mam; "If Grieg has finished with it, and only then; I want it; I want it displayed on a wall in my room; not only as a reminder to me, but should I ever do anything to merit it, should I slide towards my old ways, then I want it used on me and I will thank you for it!"

I managed to stand, very slowly, and made my way over to Grieg and put my arms around him and hugged him and kissed him and thanked him "Grieg please stay safe and hurry back, I love you and I know now just how much I need you." He hugged me back but still said nothing; he pulled my arms away, kissed me back and went to his room. As soon as his door closed I collapsed.

I came too on my bed, my wounds had received the skin cream massage and Helen was shaking me "Milly, sorry to wake you but your brother is leaving."

I jumped up and ran for the door, Grieg was stood there and I like to believe waiting for me; we hugged again. Grieg whispered in my ear "Little sister, don't forget your lessons, I meant every one of those strikes; I was so disappointed, no, broken hearted to hear what you had become; but I leave now full of love and optimism for you; and in just one week I have become proud of you; from your display today you would make a good soldier, you have the right stuff in you; now make your parents proud also; think less of yourself and more of the people around you."

He then hugged our parents, grabbed his gear and left.

Again it took the best part of the week for my wounds to heel, but no traces of the harm were left visible, not physically anyway. For the next couple of weeks my training continued and I behaved extremely well, the odd shopping trip with Mum, lots of helping with chores around the house and my posture training had now extended into being taught how to pose, like a fashion model; and I was enjoying it. I still had the odd cigarette when allowed, but was hardly smoking at all and not really missing it. If anything it was becoming an effort to even bother smoking. I was not missing the drugs; in fact I was feeling the best I can ever remember and liked my look in the mirror. Mum had taken me back to her hair stylist and I had my roots done again and a slight trim and style. I was looking foxy!


10. Home Alone

Then one Friday afternoon I had a shock, things changed slightly to say the least. I had been sunbathing with Mam, both of us naked when she had said she had best put something on before Peter returned and took me with her. She put shorts and a top on herself and my posture collar and yoke and my gag on me. I figured something was happening as it had been some time since I was gagged.

Peter had arrived very shortly after and we were all sat in the lounge and Helen announced there was something they had to tell me; a surprise that involved them being able to trust me; but first there was something she had to do.

Helen got a bath towel and laid it on the lounge floor then took me over to it and sat me on it. She then laid me back and put the ankle cuffs on me with the widest spreader bar locked between. Peter was sat on the couch right between my legs; so much for keeping my legs crossed all the time! I didn't have a clue what was going on.

Helen said "Sorry about this Milly, I wouldn't do it if it weren't absolutely necessary." She then proceeded to shave my beautiful Brazilian with an electric shaver and then soaped up my pussy ready for a wet shave. Why? I was crying; not my hair, please not my hair; all gone. Why? Why would she do this to me? I have been really good, behaved really well; we were really getting on together, why?

Helen could see I was crying as she towelled off my now naked pussy. She finished, removed and rolled up the towel and put her stuff away and kissed me then sat alongside Peter again.

"Milly I really am sorry I had to do that but you see Peter and I actually trust you now, first time in a very long time. We trust you enough that we are going away for a break to visit friends."

"The instructions with your chastity belt said that if wearing it for a prolonged period of over four days then pubic hair causes risk of rash and infection and a shaved body is recommended. But I promise you it will grow back; and quicker than you think."

She continued "we have done most of our packing already and are leaving in just a couple of hours. I have a bank card here for you, it is in my name and I have just opened it as part of my master account. The pin code for the bank machine is 2020 and there is a standing order to transfer £30 into it every day so you can have pocket money while we are away; although both the fridge and the freezer are full so you shouldn't need much but you will be alone so at least if you want to you can afford to go out some."

Peter added "this is a bit of a test to see what you get up to left to your own devices and what state the home is in when we return, so when we come back will be a surprise."

Helen managed to raise my hips and bum enough to get my chastity belt fitted which I absolutely fucking hated because in my yoke and leg spreaders with my posture collar on I couldn't even see my own naked pussy; and now with the belt on I won't be able to. Bitch! I want to see it and most of all fucking feel it! I cannot even remember having a naked pussy!

They finished their packing and had the luggage in the car ready to go before I was released. However I had learned enough to know that tantrums and strops don't work with Mam and Dad and that what was done was done and they were leaving me; and I did feel at least a little bit chuffed that they were leaving me in charge, so to speak; and for at least four days which shows quite a bit of trust.

They were away for just over a week, coming back early on the Sunday afternoon. For some reason I had kind of expected them to come back today but don't know why. I was lying in the garden sunbathing naked and listening to music and drinking red wine when they came through the lounge.

I immediately jumped up and hugged them and apologised for drinking wine without their permission; and asked if I could help them with their bags and getting unpacked and had they had a good time and where had they been and had they had a good journey and, well lots of questions I was so pleased to have company again.

Peter said for me just to relax, fix him and Helen some wine too but just sit in the garden and they would be with me.


11. Apple Pie

They joined me and for most of an hour told me about their trip up north and all the places they had been and people they had met and things they had done when the doorbell rang. I said "I'll get it" and jumped up but Helen got up too and said for me just to get some clothes on in case we have a visitor and she would get the door.

I was in my room just slipping a dress over my head when I heard Helen at the door talking with a lady whose voice I instantly recognised.

"Hi, you must be Milly's Mother are you? I saw the car on the drive and just brought a little something round to say thank you; I'm Mrs Jackson from just a few houses up, the little bungalow on the corner; I have an apple pie here for Milly if she would like it. Oh, I do have the right house? You are Milly's Mum aren't you?"

"Well, yes, Milly lives here" Helen stammered before I got to the door and opened it wider; "Hi Milly" I said to her, "Yes this is my Mum, this is Milly Jackson from just up the road; Milly meet my Mum Helen, Mam, meet Milly a lovely lady and a friend."

Milly, yes, weird I know, same name as me; is the little old lady I told where to go the day I was being evicted, when I sat smoking on her garden wall.

Milly said "I know it isn't much, just an apple pie, but I don't have much spare money these days, certainly not enough to treat your Milly like she deserves, but I have always enjoyed baking and been really good at it and so I thought I could at least bake a pie for Milly for all her troubles."

"Troubles?" Asked Helen, "What troubles?"

"Er, Mam, could we ask Milly in for a coffee? She doesn't stand too well."

"Sorry, certainly, Mrs Jackson please come in and sit down and thank you very much your Apple pie will be much appreciated."

We all sat around the dining table with our coffee and our wine, and even Milly accepted a small glass of red. "Milly, sorry, we have just got back from a trip, and I didn't know you and Milly knew each other, just what is it she has done to earn this lovely pie you have baked?"

"She is such a lovely girl, I would never have imagined it; but last Monday morning she knocked on my door and asked if she could talk with me. She looked such an angel I invited her in."

"Had I known it was the same girl that had sworn at me when she was sat smoking and spitting on my garden wall those weeks ago; and all I had tried to do was help her; I would have slammed the door in her face! But I didn't recognise her. Well you wouldn't, would you?"

"She's a different girl. But she brought me a bunch of flowers and some chocolates and sat with me and explained who she was and how I knew her and she apologised. I was then frightened that she was in my house because after that first time I was too scared to leave the house for at least a week; I didn't sleep for nights."

"But she apologised and said she wanted to make up for how she had treat me; that led to me talking with her, first just to buy time whilst I thought of some way to get her out; then really talking because I was enjoying her company. She meant what she said though and seeing that my house wasn't that well cared for; ever since my Stephen passed away I have struggled to look after the house; she took it upon herself to dust and vacuum and clean my whole house."

"She was pretty much finished by Wednesday afternoon but then she weeded and cut my garden too. She even went out and done all my shopping and chores for me. She's an absolute angel."

"I just want to say thank you; I have been very lonely since Stephen passed; seven years alone and I don't get any company, so whilst her cleaning for me and doing all those chores was magnificent it was actually just her lovely company that meant the most to me; this last week has been very special to me, one I will never forget; you are blessed with a beautiful daughter and must be very proud of her."

Mam couldn't reply, she had tears coming down her cheeks and had to get up and go to the bathroom. Even Peter was struggling to say anything and so instead I spoke "Sorry Milly, Mam will be back in a moment, she just isn't used to hearing anything nice about me and so is a bit emotional and to be honest I have not been a good daughter for anyone to be proud of so it will be a bit of a shock to her; but if you like, whilst I cannot continue to come visit every day I will try to visit at least once a week if you like, just to chat?"

"Yes please Milly, I would like that very much."

Mam invited Milly to stay for dinner and even shared her own apple pie for dessert and it was during this that it got even more embarrassing.

Helen and Milly were talking about me as though I wasn't even here; I don't think Milly was used to drinking wine and she was getting more and more talkative.

Mam had just said that it was almost a shock what I had done and Milly replied "not as much as that chastity belt she wears shocked me."

This was met with a very embarrassing, excruciating silence; until Milly went on "Oh, Milly, I am so sorry, I promised not to mention that didn't I? Silly me, but you see, Helen, she was stood on my kitchen chair, in the middle of my lounge and stretching up to clean my light fitting and she wears such short skirts that I couldn't help but see. At first I thought I was imagining it, but I was sure she was wearing metal knickers! Well I never, these kids of today and their fashion; but then as I looked, and looked again; I realised what she was wearing and had to say something; well you would, wouldn't you?"

"When Milly explained that you two were away and she always locked herself into her chastity belt just to feel safe when alone then I realised just what a sensible girl she was. If I had my way every girl under twenty five would wear one; your girl is so sensible and not at all like that other girl around here I have heard so much about."

"Your Milly is much more sensible but just to be on the safe side and because she is such a good looking girl, and those short skirts she wears, if I were you I would take her keys off her and keep her safe for quite a few years yet."

"It's tempting Milly" replied Mam, "very tempting."

We talked a little more and then I walked Milly back home; she thanked me for a lovely evening and even hugged me before I left.

When I got back Helen and Peter were sat waiting for me; Helen jumped up and hugged me "Milly, that was beautiful, all that you done for that lady and keeping her company; we are both really proud of you."

Helen then explained that she had just accessed her account on line and could see that I had withdrawn the full thirty on the first day and then nothing since and the money had just built up; and would I like to explain what I had been doing?

I explained I had needed some money to buy Milly some flowers and chocolates as an apology; but had otherwise lived out of the freezer. I still had the change from the flowers if they wanted it. Peter strangely punched the air and shouted "Yes" and told me to get ready for bed.

Both of them had to remove their locks from my belt and then I was still in the 'nearly there' blue Baby Doll and G-string week and so put this on with my cuffs behind my back for my spanking and returned to them. Peter had moved into an easy chair but had me just sit beside Helen rather than lay on her lap.

Helen looked nervous, Peter explained "Helen and I had a bet about what we would come home to find; I won't say what each of us expected but it also revolved around what you would have done with the money and how much you would have spent; just that I have won, thank you Milly."

Helen tried to stop Peter going on but he was having none of it "Our bet entailed the loser having to obey the winner as per your contract for a full 24 hours; and so Helen now has to obey me. Is that right Helen, total obedience as per Milly's contract?"

"Yes Peter, just get on with it so I can put Milly to bed."

"Right, Okay, Helen, your forfeit contract will commence at eight am tomorrow; from which time you will totally obey Milly; and I mean totally; until such time as I arrive home and then you will obey me, is that clear?"

"Obey Milly? You are joking aren't you? What do you mean, my bet was with you?"

"I mean what I say, don't play stupid just because you can't believe it, you will behave and do and obey absolutely everything Milly says; I will give Milly separate instruction as to what I want, and one of those instructions will be not to obey anything you say."

Helen said out loud just what I was thinking "Oh shit!"


12. Mother of Chastity

We watched a little TV and then I got washed ready for bed; I examined my shaven pussy whilst I had the chance as I haven't had the opportunity since it was shaved; looking in the mirror I was very much undecided; it did look very naked and more vulnerable somehow; possibly sexier in a strange way; I think I preferred my Brazilian look but I would sleep on it so to speak.

Helen was waiting for me in my bedroom and I removed my nightie ready for the belt and plug but she indicated for me to get into bed. She tucked me in and leaned over and kissed me "Thank you Milly, I am really proud of what you have done for that lady; and you should me proud of yourself too. See you for breakfast, mistress." She joked.

Wow, I really do think I am a changed person; I am enjoying this making people happy thing. Only fair I now make myself happy and see how this pussy performs with its new look!

I am awoken by Peter at only 6.30am; he must be just leaving for the office; he hasn't been in for a couple of weeks so must be checking up on things. He waits until I am fully awake and then gives me his instructions regarding Helen. He wants me to order her to take me up town to the sex store where we got my stuff and to buy her a similar chastity belt but with only the one lock fitted and not two like mine. He also wants the two intruders but the butt-plug the next size down, enough to frustrate not hurt. I assure him mine no longer hurts but he insists a smaller one will be quite adequate. I am also to get her a thick metal slave collar. He tells me to order Helen to pay for everything. I am then to take her to where she bought my nighties and to buy her a baby-doll nightie like mine, but in a different colour to mine. He kisses me and smiles, and insists Helen is naked with her belt and both intruders locked in on his return; and then leaves for the office and rather than turning back to sleep I turn back to my pussy; I quite like this shaved feel.

The next morning I am up and actually wearing clothes, even knickers! Helen is up and when I come out of the bathroom, just after 8am Helen is looking nervous and says "well a bet is a bet and I lost, fair and square; so please don't worry about this Milly; I know Peter has put you in an awkward position and it is going to be embarrassing for us both but I am here to obey so make him happy and do what you have to, I understand."

"Oh it's okay Mam, I fully intend to; what are you making us for breakfast?" I am happy with her suggestion and I add "that sounds good, but first it is a beautiful morning and I am nipping outside for a smoke, please make me a coffee first and fetch me it outside; oh and you don't need all those clothes on, naked will be fine."

First she just stands and stares at me, as though I am joking and will back down, but then she just smiles and toddles off back to her bedroom.

I am stood on the patio smoking and she brings me my coffee; I ask her why she didn't get one for herself? She explains she has left it inside to drink whilst she prepares breakfast "That can wait, bring it outside and keep me company; you look lovely naked."

She is happy naked sun-bathing with me when I am naked too but I can tell she is really embarrassed being naked when I am dressed.

We go back inside and I tell her to hold on a moment and I dash back to my bedroom. I return and tell her to bend over and hold her ankles, and open her legs. She guesses what I am doing and tries to talk me out of it and lets go of her ankles "You are only making it worse, I had hoped to avoid this but now I am going to have to spank you too for failing to obey; how much will depend on how long this takes and you not maintaining the position." She quickly grabs her ankles again. I have already 'lubed' it up and now with my finger enter some lubricant into her bum before slowly working my butt-plug home. She doesn't scream or cry out at all but as she stands she lets out a quiet but heartfelt groan as the plug seats into her. Lovely!

"Right, breakfast please and don't you dare touch that butt-plug." Helen is no longer walking like a model.

We have breakfast and I keep making her stand for petty reasons just to have her sit again; I know from experience how that feels with the plug fitted. I then have her keep me company again whilst I have another smoke and then send her to wash the dishes.

When she is finished and comes out of the kitchen she finds me lying naked on a towel in the lounge; I tell her to get her stuff and shave me again; I am going to give this naked pussy look a decent run before I judge it.

Then, just to cause her embarrassment and for no other reason I have her insert the vaginal intruder and put her favourite celebrity workout disc on the TV and perform it whilst I sit and watch and play with the intruder control. Now this is fun; she has to assume some pretty silly positions during the workout and I take advantage of every one.

When the disc finishes she has quite a sweat on and not just from the workout; but I am not convinced she has had an orgasm yet. I remove her butt-plug and have her cuff her hands behind her back and lie in my lap. I start to spank her as I know I like to be spanked; alternating between buttocks, changing tempo and force and all with the vaginal intruder set on low. I didn't know how I would feel about doing this, spanking another woman; but I loved it. Her bottom was marvellous, soft and smooth and the way it moved when spanked, and sometimes twitched in anticipation. Even though she knew to expect it I could still feel the shock through her when the smack landed; and her helplessness with her hands cuffed and the feeling of control it gave me. It doesn't take long before I feel her orgasm. Payback. But I am jealous, I want to be the one being spanked.

I remove her cuffs and tell her to get showered; she is taking me up town shopping. She tries to put a smile on but I can see mixed emotions, she has just been spanked and come on her daughters lap and doesn't know how to deal with it. I go for a shower too.

I make sure she has her credit cards with her, she's paying after all. I look through her wardrobe with her and choose a suitably ridiculously short and revealing dress and some very high heels and have her go full commando and off we go shopping.

The wind is blowing and we are both struggling with our skirts but make it into the shopping centre from the car park without any major exposure and I take her straight to the lingerie shop for a baby-doll. It has to be a different colour and I let Helen choose; who funny enough seems to be excited rather than upset that she is getting a baby-doll nighty. She opts for a purple colour and we go on to another shop she likes and get some high heeled carpet slippers in a matching colour. She's very happy.

We have lots of time to spare and so I walk her around quite a bit and take her up the escalators a few times to show her bum off but she is still unconcerned and happy. I then take her back to the bar she took me to and she gets herself a glass of wine and me a coke, I ask her to bring it outside and I will get a table. This time it is her that has to tempt fate with the wind with her hands full and it works, just about the whole way from the door to the table her skirt is lifted and her pussy and bum are on display; but again she just nonchalantly takes her seat and smoothes her skirt down as though nothing had happened. Got to give it to her, she's got class.

Then, finally, the shop that will surprise her. We walk in and I immediately ask if Kate is in, she is and is called over to help. Helens face when I tell Kate I want to buy a chastity belt is priceless; a real shock. "Same as the one you bought?" She asks, "No, similar though, all the same characteristics but I only want the one lock, and I want the intruders but can I have the butt-plug one size down from mine? Oh, and I want a metal locking slave collar, quite a wide one."

"Certainly, I know exactly what you want; with regard to the chastity belt we do the exact same model as yours with just the one locking point, I just need a quick measure and then I can fit it."

She took us through to a changing room and I asked "It seemed to help with the fitting when I took my dress off, would you like Helen to take hers off?"

"Well we can work around it no problem, but yes it would be easier."

"Helen, take your dress off for Kate please."

There was a pause whilst she thought this over and cast me daggers; but she took her dress off and placed it onto a nearby chair. God she looks good naked! Kate obviously agreed the way she was appraising her; "Helen, help the lady, put your hands on your head and keep them there." If she cast me daggers before then I don't know what these were, but she succeeded in scaring me; she obviously wasn't happy! But Kate, oblivious to this and smiling soon took some measurements and hurried off to do her stuff.

As soon as Kate had left Helen started to berate me but I stopped her "Hush! Helen, please, I hope I didn't act like a stroppy child like this when I was here last; and I had hoped not to have to spank you again as it is so embarrassing having to spank ones mother; but did I say you could lower your hands?" Well, daggers again, but hesitantly, she did put her hands back on top of her head. What a weird feeling, having Helen standing naked on full display at my command in the middle of a shop! Well the changing room anyway but 'whoop whoop Yes indeede' I do like this situation!

Kate eventually returned and locked the collar around her neck, I could have sworn Helen orgasmed when it locked but this was probably just my imagination; but she definitely shivered. I said I was happy with the collar and Kate unlocked and bagged it. Next the belt; the look on her face when it was fitted, priceless!

Kate had her bend over and walk around and sit and squat and stand again and declared it a good fit and handed me the lock, I said for her to try it with the inserts just to be certain and so she removed the belt and started to fit them. Helen was trying to communicate with me without actually saying anything, just nodding her head and shaking it and mouthing words and staring at me but I just smiled and mouthed back "Bite me."

"Okay, it's ready, are you sure you want it fitted?"

"Yes please, and I'll try it with the lock this time."

The belt was fitted, Helen actually said nothing and let us, I could hardly believe it. Kate handed me the control and having the experience from my own identical control I gave both intruders a quick buzz just to ensure I got the right reaction from both (which I did, fantastic!) I told Kate I was happy and good to go.

"Okay would you like to just unlock the belt and I will bag everything to go?"

"No, it's okay" I replied, "We will keep the belt on, but can you add a suitable lead for the collar? In black? And bag that too please."

"I just knew you were going to do that to her!" Kate cried "You girls are such fun, if this is what you do in the daytime your nights must be fantastic; I'm so jealous!"

Not one word did Helen say until we were out of the shop and half way to the car, just about to leave the shopping centre and even then she was trying to brow beat me with her patronising attitude but I stopped her "Obey, remember? You were already getting spanked for your misbehaviour as it was; you are only making it worse. Now not one more word or noise out of you until we are home, and don't you dare touch your skirt with your hands when we get outside!"

The walk to the car was brilliant, I have never laughed so much! It was so windy Helen's skirt was all over the place flashing her bare bum and chastity belt; once when the whole thing was up and she went to pull it down I activated both intruders on full and she actually jumped up in the air and shrieked! "Choose" I said, "Hands and vibrations and more spanking or let go and walk." She walked, and by the time we were in her car she was actually laughing just as hard as me "All my years of modelling and I have never done anything like that, modelled a chastity belt the entire length of a car park; oh the look on those people walking past us, didn't know where to look!"

We made it home and unpacked the shopping and had a coffee in the garden whilst we sunbathed a little (both naked, but for her belt of course) and then I locked on her collar and lead and led her into the lounge, cuffed her hands behind her and put her over my lap and gave her a spanking, I am sure both of us loved it as she did make all the right noises but stopped short of crying and I don't think she come. I put her on her knees facing me on the floor with her hands still cuffed and I must admit she looked like a young naughty girl staring up at me with big scared eyes.

I said to her "Right, Helen, Mam, whatever, obey, be brutally honest but you must tell the truth; I will know when you lie and I will really spank you; how am I doing? I don't mean today, I mean how am I doing? Since the contract? Would you still really prefer me to go?"

"No, it's a shame it has taken all this strange stuff to do it, you know, you naked and in those revealing nighties and wearing the chastity belt and yoke and gag and cuffs and getting spanked and stuff; and Grieg thrashing you with that switch thing; and me making you wear short skirts and going commando and posture training and stuff; and then today with our role reversal; but I have never felt closer to you; and you finding me cuffed to the bed and doing what you did and then keeping it secret; well I have always dreamt of having a real bond with you and feel it is really in the making. I am so proud of the changes you have undergone and in such a short timeframe. The way you were with the other Milly whilst we were away, I am so proud of you. No, as long as you behave as you are then I am happy for you to stay and we can tear the contract up, no more 'obeying', just behave."

I have done it, I really think I have achieved change; I do feel as though I can amount to something; I don't know what because I don't actually have any real qualifications or skills or anything, but I feel now I can mix with people and not feel like a dirty ignorant leper.

I am chuffed.

I take her lead off her and tell her to fix us a couple of wines and bring the sun cream outside, we are taking the rest of the day off until Dad gets home.

By the time Peter gets back we are still in the garden sun-bathing, but we have had a few. We now both have our belts on and I also have both my intruders fitted and we are doing question and answer quizzes and buzzing each other's intruders when we get anything wrong. The neighbours can't see us but they must have heard our giggling!

How long Peter was stood there I don't know but he had a huge grin on his face when I noticed him. He immediately took full control. "Right, girls, looks like you are having all the fun whilst I am busy earing the money; so now I am going to have a drink whilst you two provide the entertainment. Tidy up out there and in the lounge in five, and don't change."

When we got inside Peter was sat with a large whisky, my yoke, ankle cuffs and a spreader bar and four sets of hand-cuffs were on the floor waiting for us.

Peter explained I no longer had any control on Helen; but would only obey him, not Helen the rest of the day. Helen of course still had the rest of the night to obey Peter from the bet.

Peter put the yoke and the ankle-cuffs and spreader bar on me. He then stood Helen with her back to me and cuffed her right wrist to my left above the yoke, and her left to my right. He then cuffed her ankles to mine. He also used something, I couldn't see what, to link her collar to the collar of my yoke. We were stuck to each other back to back arms and legs apart in the middle of the lounge.

I didn't know what was happening; now this was really weird! Even worse, he retrieved and fitted our gags, and used a couple of ties to blindfold us!

I could hear Peter go over to the side unit and then Christina Aguilera piped up, not loud but enough to drown out any noises Helen was making. I assumed she was making some noise as I could feel her bum gyrating against mine and guessed Peter had started her intruders. It was then that my butt-plug revved up causing me to bump against Helen; and then both intruders causing us to do what must have looked like some sort of weird erotic dance together. I can only guess what we looked like but I bet Peter enjoyed his whisky like never before!

The way we were restrained we could do nothing but squirm; we couldn't go down, our legs acting against each other; couldn't move towards a chair or couch or anything as blindfolded and gagged we couldn't coordinate; we were stuck; 'dancing' orgasm after orgasm, at first we kept banging the back of our heads but as we both accepted our fate, the embarrassment of knowing we were merely performing for Peter; and concentrated more and more on just enjoying the 'situation' of our enforced orgasms then the true release set in and we just ground against each other's butts and sweated.

Eventually released, but reminded we were both very much in 'obey' mode we were tasked in preparing his favourite meal of Spaghetti Bolognese and garlic bread; made more difficult in that we were naked and cuffed together at ankle and wrist but at least our belts and intruders were removed. We also had to serve and eat in this state and were both still at least a little drunk and still drinking wine. Peter was clearly loving it, I have never known him so smiley and talkative and in control; he has always seemed to follow Helens lead but now he is in his element.

After dinner we were made to wash up and then join Peter for drinks in the garden, it was dark by now but still very warm. He had separated us but cuffed our hands behind our backs and we were drinking our wine through straws. Peter must have thought he had it made, drinks in the garden under moonlight with two naked restrained babes.

As strange as the situation was, I loved it, I think Helen did too. If asked a couple of months ago there is no way I would have accepted even being glanced topless by either of them; now I am having naked orgasms with Helen in front of Peter and enjoying it; like wow!

We were brought back inside and Helen made to model her nighties for Peter, she looked absolutely fantastic in those Baby Doll nighties and certainly knew how to model; she was over twenty years older than me but at this moment looked more like my sister. Peter was obviously impressed; he just told me to go to bed when I wanted and said he would see me in the morning; but he didn't take Helen to bed, he took her into the garden.

I grabbed my pussy intruder and control, cleaned my teeth and went straight to bed and left them to it!

The next day Helen couldn't look me in the face. She obviously remembered all that had happened last night. When Peter come through for breakfast he struggled to look at me also; after all it was him that had controlled everything. Also I figured they had got up to much more afterwards and didn't know how much I knew; I could still see fresh cuff marks on Helens wrists and ankles; but over breakfast none of us said anything; just nervous smiles and pleasantries.

That afternoon they sat me down for a serious discussion; they were cancelling the contract, they were more than happy with me, I had held up my side of the bargain and I could have my keys to the house back, they trusted me. At first I was overjoyed, I actually cried. However I knew it still wouldn't work. I had nothing, no future, no plans, no prospects. Left to my own devices how long before I transgressed?

"Thanks, but no thanks" I said, "I'm not there yet and I don't release you from my contract." I took the contract from them and wrote on it and then handed it back to them. "Please, if you have any love for me at all, sign that amendment to my contract; until I am either twenty five or have left home, whichever comes first, I will continue to abide by the original terms of the contract, you will keep me in chastity, restrain me and punish me as you see fit; and every night I will still present myself in cuffs for your determination; and will continue to dress as you dictate. Before I leave here I need a proper job, a future; the ability to stand on my own two feet. What you have done has changed me but I still have a way to go; please sign the contract, both of you."

They took me out for dinner again, all dressed up with stockings and high heels and everything, I loved it. Helen had a proposition for me. She had finished her fashion modelling far too early in order to look after me and Grieg; mainly because of me and my growing problems.

She wanted to get back into the business but this time as an agent, and in particular as my manager. She had been lucky to have had a decent agent at the end of her career but at the start had been basically ripped off time and time again as she learned the ropes and had paid ridiculous percentages of her earnings to agencies to make her name. She said I had the looks, and with just a little more training and with her name behind me I could go in at the top end.

Well, I didn't have any other skills and I must admit I did enjoy my posture training, but most probably because of my ever increasing addiction to my bondage; so over the course of the dinner we cemented the deal. Helen was squirming on her seat she was so excited, or so I thought; turned out Peter had her belt locked on her with the butt-plug fitted and was 'managing' the situation.

So now I am a twenty four year old world famous cat-walk model, a 'Super-Model'; earning more than my Mam and Dad have ever earned; and I still live at home, wear a chastity belt to bed and receive regular spankings. I am currently negotiating an extension to my contract!