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Mistress Diabolique Ch. 08

For Caleb's first meeting with Mistress Ebony, his aunty - the lush-breasted Mistress Diabolique, as she was known to her well-heeled clients, but Aunty Debbie to Caleb - made him shower an hour before her arrival.

As Mistress Ebony's daughter, the lovely 25-year-old black beauty, Tammy, said when she arrived earlier that bright, sunny Sunday morning, "Mum likes to make a grand entrance."

After he had towelled down, Aunt Debbie shaved him in his armpits, and then went around his body, removing any traces of bodily hair from around his nipples, his calves, thighs, his back and his belly.

Then she shaved his cock shaft and trimmed his pubic bush where it had sprouted slightly since his original shave on becoming a tyro slave for his 40-year-old aunt.

The naked, full-breasted dominatrix, then blow-dried the youth's longish hair, and brushed it until it fell in shining waves of lustrous jet-black almost to his well-muscled shoulders.

Finally, Aunty Debbie bent him over and inserted his now standard wear for "slave" occasions - the six inch black rubber anal intruder fitted with the sturdy strap which attached to a tight-fitting engorgement strap around the 18-year-old's cock and balls.

Standing up, Aunty Debbie looked approvingly as her nephew's thick-veined cock stood up in all its uncut glory, pre-cum already from it's unseeing eye already starting to drool in anticipation of pleasures to come. The pressure of the dildo and the engorgement strap had already pulled the lad's foreskin slightly down over his pink, glistening glans. Yes, thought, Aunt Debbie, you'll do, you'll do nicely.

The 40-year-old veteran of several years of female domination, then pulled on her black, PVC playsuit, which had strap arrangements from beneath her breasts to the hem line at her navel. The gleaming garment was such that her 34-inch DD boobs were bare, thrusting forward, and her minge was uncovered, as were her buttocks.

Aunt Debbie pulled on a pair of high-heeled PVC domina boots, which shone wickedly all the way to mid-thigh. Then she was ready, as was Tammy, who had chosen her traditional shiny black satin bra, suspender belt, gleaming black, seamed stockings and high heels. She spurned panties, revealing her thick-lipped labia.

A "Ding-dong" ring of the door bell announced the arrival of Mistress Ebony and Aunty Debbie kissed the eagerly hard-cocked youth on his cheek and whispered: "That's her now. Bring her into the lounge, and then she'll no doubt want you to perform some minor tasks before she starts work on you. And don't worry - she's a bloody brilliant domme, you'll love it!"

The lad grinned and walked swiftly to the door as the chimes of the door bell "Ding-donged" once more through the large house.

Debbie and Tammy settled down on a long, large leather couch, and from their positions they clearly heard the exchange between the 18-year-old lad and the 43-year-old black domina.

"Hello, Mistress Ebony," said the youth, "Mistress Dominique asks you to come into the lounge where she's waiting for you with Tammy."

"Lead the way, you stiff-pricked young devil, you," came a husky, deep but very feminine voice and soon the naked slave was standing quietly to one side as Mistress Ebony moved into the room and gave the now standing Mistress D a big hug.

"Darling," said the ebony domina, "thank-you so much for inviting me around to meet your new slave - and a nephew, too, you wicked woman!"

"I trust he's to your satisfaction," said Debbie, smiling as she looked at Tammy's mum's choice of clothing for her first visit with young Caleb. As Debbie had suspected, the older domina's selection was mouth-wateringly erotic.

On her statuesque tall body - she was just short of five 10 in her high-heeled boots - was a shiny, black plastic mac, with deep pockets and a high collar pulled up so it half-covered Mistress Ebony's long, black, lustrous straightened hair.

"Be a darling and unbuckle my belt and hang it over a chair," said the 43-year-old dominatrix. Debbie watched with interest as a trembling-fingered sex slave unbelted the mac allowing it to fall open. The lad's eyes widened as he saw the domina's full, firm body, thus revealed, but first he duly obliged the lady's instruction, and laid the garment over a chair.

He then turned and Debbie thought he might drool as his gaze took in the lush-breasted beauty's erotic outfit. Her 40-inch breasts - quite a bit bigger than her daughter's - were strapped into an open-slitted black leather brassiere, the nipples erect, the areolae wide and prominent around the stiff nubbins.

On her hips, Mistress Ebony was wearing a sort of g-string, a device of black straps and a black leather patch which covered her mons, but was bare at her crotch, revealing thick labia lips. On her feet, tie-front boots came to just below her knees.

Mistress Ebony smiled at the lad and crooked her finger: "Here, Caleb, come to me."

The teenager almost bounded into her arms in his excitement, and the dark-eyed beauty pressed a soft kiss on his mouth.

"Now," she said, sweetly, "my darlin' daughter tells me you prefer mature women. That you absolutely adore your lovely Aunt Debbie. That right?"

Caleb nodded eagerly, pressing his upper torso against the domina's lush breasts. "Yes, Mistress Ebony," he said, in a thrilled whisper.

"Well, let's deal with that, for starters," said Ebony. "I'm a domme, sure, but the Sabbath is my day of rest, so what say you call me 'Aunty Ebony'? How's that sound, you lovely young cockster, you?"

Debbie saw Caleb swallow deeply. "That sounds lovely, Aunty Ebony," he said, immediately revelling in his new domme's appellation.

"Right, glad that's settled," said Aunty Ebony, stroking the youth's flowing hair. "Now, you wanna play a game downstairs with your new aunty?"

Caleb again nodded, and Debbie thought typical Ebony - the lad was immediately and willingly totally under her thumb! Well, she reflected, that's what being a good domina means!

"There's a good boy," smiled Ebony, stroking the teenager's thick erection, "I love teaching my new boys my favourite game - by the way, Cal, you ever played 'Postman's Knock'? I don't mean the old party game, I mean the adult version?"

Debbie's hand strayed to her pussy - if there was one of Ebony's domination games that really excited her to witness with a new subby, it was "Postman's Knock - Mistress Ebony Version"!

"No, aunty, no, I haven't," said Caleb, in a voice thick with anticipation.

"Oh, you'll just love it," smiled Ebony. "Now, in my mac pockets you'll find a paddle - that's where the 'knock' part comes in - and three envelopes. That's the 'postman's' part. Bring 'em downstairs and I'll teach you your new sex slave game."

Caleb went to the raincoat he had carefully folded over an easy chair and from it produced three small white envelopes and a thickish leather flogging paddle, about eight inches long by three wide, with a hefty rubber-gripped handle.

Debbie knew from previous experiences of watching Ebony wield the implement that it could produce a deep red butt-marking, but never break the skin, such was the 43-year-old dominatrix's skill at applying the weapon of correction.

Down in the torture chamber, Debbie and Tammy both settled into large, leather easy chairs and spread their thighs wide. Each was fully aware of Mistress Ebony's version of "Postman's Knock" and each enjoyed stroking their pussies to pulsing completion during the 20 to 25 minutes it usually took to play the game.

Ebony, for her part, busied herself with fastening the naked sex slave to the padded flogging stool, arranging Caleb across it so that his anally-intruded backside and hanging balls were presented to the two dommes in the audience. Then she placed a small wooden stool in front of the larger leather one Caleb had been strapped to, and placed the three envelopes on it.

Stepping back she looked down at Caleb, who looked up at her haughty pose with a look of sheer dog-like devotion.

"Now, my darling," she said, in an extremely friendly tone, "we're going to play the game. I'm the postman, and I'll tell you, you have mail. The mail, of course, is these three envelopes. In each is a sheet of paper with a number, the numbers being 6, 12 and 18. All clear so far, sweetie?"

Caleb murmured "Yes, Aunty Ebony" and Debbie started to stroke her minge. She loved this part of the ritual, the gradual explaining to the slave as to how he was to be punished - she knew that the ritual was a vital element in domme-slave play!

"Now, you have to guess which number is in the envelope in front of you. Let's say, for the sake of argument, you think it's six. You will receive six strokes of my little paddle, and after that sixth stroke you will call out 'Open the envelope, please, aunty'," the lovely domina informed him.

"Now if you're lucky, and the number is in fact 6, then you only get six strokes - with me so far, Caleb?" she asked.

"Yes, aunty," said the husky-throated slave.

"But, say the number is 18 in that envelope. You will then receive another 12 strokes, to bring your allotment up to the correct number, clear?" said the deep-voiced domme.

"Yes, aunty," Caleb replied.

"So if you're incredibly lucky and get to predict the three numbers correctly, how many strokes will you get, darling?" asked the haughty woman, quietly.

Debbie knew the answer, but it took a moment for Caleb to add 6 and 12 and 18 and come up with his response for his domina. "Thirty-six strokes, aunty," he replied.

"Very good, Caleb," the black domina chuckled, "go to the top of the class. Now we can start - oh, there's an added refinement to this game, a twist to make it more interesting, but I'll explain that later, when you get to the second envelope."

With that, Ebony scooped up the three envelopes from the stool in front of Caleb's face and walked around behind his bound body. Looking down at her audience, she saw that both Debbie and Tammy were stroking themselves and she winked at them, then went into action.

"You have mail!" the 43-year-old bare-nippled, shaven crotched beauty called out in a high-pitched trill and walked around in front of Caleb and dropped an envelope on the stool before him.

Then, standing behind the boy, she drew her arm back and brought the paddle squarely across his firm, sun-bronzed buttocks. The implement landed with a satisfying "Whommmmpa" as it hit home on his bare backside.

Ebony paused for about 10 to 15 seconds, Debbie reckoned, as she waited for the warmth to suffuse the teen's bottom, then "Whommmmpa" the paddle again greeted his flesh in a fully-forced flash of leather domination.

Again the mature domina paused to let the pain seep into her victim, then "Whommmmpa", the paddle bit its merry way into his bare bum again.

Finally, six strokes had burned across his strapped-down body and then Caleb came out with his guess: "Open the envelope, please, aunty!" His voice was firm, not yet quavering. His aunt, with her experience of watching this delicious tour de force of female domination knew that would come.

"Right, you've guessed 6, let's see what the mail has to say," said Ebony, laying the paddle across the small of the boy's back and moving around in front of him.

Pulling the sheet of paper from the envelope, Ebony waved the small scrap in front of his eyes. "Oh dear, Caleb - what bad luck," said the black beauty. "It's an 18! And I'm afraid that means you've got 12 penalty strokes to come. Ready, darling?"

Caleb nodded his head, aware of the fact that his first envelope punishment was not yet over. And as the audience of two continued with their pleasurable masturbation, Ebony rained another 12 blows across the lad's burning butt.

At last she had finished, then Aunty Ebony walked around to once more confront the teenager. "Enjoying the game, darling?" she asked, sweetly.

Caleb gulped, murmured "Yes, thank-you Aunty Ebony" and the dominatrix laughed.

"That's good, because now we come to the second envelope, only there's something I must explain. You've used up your guess of six, so that's no longer available to you. You now must guess either 18 or 12, OK?" she explained to the bondaged boy.

Caleb nodded, and Aunty Ebony walked behind him, picked up the second envelope and made her way back to the stool in front of his face. Laying it on the stool she again called out in a very chirpy, cheery manner "You have mail!"

Debbie now realised that Caleb had a chance of "escaping" with something like 54 strokes under Ebony's devious "rules" if he guessed the correct number.

Sadly, for Caleb, but not for his dominatrix, that was not to be the case. Ebony whacked 18 strokes onto his by-now blazingly burning buttocks - the lad, Debbie realised, had decided to guess on the larger number, to get it out of the way.

But when Ebony opened the envelope and waved its contents in front of the teenager's face, his face dropped when he saw the bad news - the number 12.

"So sorry," said Ebony, in a voice of concern, "I'm afraid you were out by six strokes - which means a penalty of six more strokes. Ready, boy?"

"Yes, aunty," he whispered, and the leather paddle once again did its wicked work.

Finally, Ebony pranced around in front of the lad and laid the final envelope in front of him. "You have mail!" she laughed, "but remember, you've guessed 6 and 18 so far, so you can't use them, only the 12, right, sweetie?"

Caleb nodded glumly. Now he was aware of his problem. He was forced, by the rules of Aunt Ebony's game, to guess "12", and he knew it was going to be a 6 in the envelope.

Debbie, meanwhile, was doing the same sums in her head that were probably running through Caleb's. In the first round he had received a total of 18 strokes, in the second 24. Now, after getting his 12 plus the penalty six, that would make it 18 in the final round.

Debbie knew, and by then, Caleb must have known that he was going to receive 60 strokes in all.

Finally, after the black beast flogged the lad's backside with first 12 strokes, revealed the "18" to him and applied the final six "penalty strokes" Debbie felt a surge of relief as her orgasm crashed through her, followed almost immediately by Tammy's.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it darling?" asked the lovely domina, as she cast her paddle aside and knelt in front of the boy's face. "And it was obviously fun for your aunty and my darling daughter - they've both just come.

"And that means I'm the only dominatrix in this room who hasn't, so what would you like to do about that, eh?" she inquired, as she freed Caleb's pinned wrists.

"I'd like to give you a climax, aunty," said Caleb, as he rose, ruefully rubbing his burning bright buttocks with both hands, as Ebony freed his ankles.

The large black woman then walked to another chair, over in the corner of the torture chamber, and sat back in it, splaying her large thighs onto the arms and displaying her pink sex slits, slippery between the chocolate-brown inner thighs.

"Come on Caleb, come and thank aunty for playing that lovely game," she purred, and soon Caleb was kneeling in front of her minge, lapping and licking at her aromatic pussy, his cock rising once more to erection.

Ebony then looked up at the other two and smiled. "If he's recovered after eating me, I may let him fuck me," she announced. "Why don't you two get lunch ready, then we can all eat!"

Debbie and Tammy rose from the couch and when reached the door, the 40-year-old looked back to where her 18-year-old nephew was eagerly lapping at the black domina's wet snatch.

"You know, Ebony," said the boy's aunt, "this game isn't really Postman's Knock, is it?"

"Why you say that, darl?" asked the seated domina.

"Well," grinned Debbie, "you're really the Postmistress!"
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