Author's note: This fictional series about a character first introduced in my "Coming Home; Coming Out" serial continues with Marie, now engaged, is going to meet Charles's parents. She also takes Charles to meet her mentor, Dr Sara Walters and her sissy cuckold, Paula. As in all of my work, every character is over 18 years of age, and all sexual practices are performed consensually.

The Making of a Mistress. Chapter 3: Meeting No. 2 (Mummy) and a weekend away

"Are you sure that I look alright?" Marie asked for the sixth or seventh time since they'd left her flat to come and see Charles's parents, to tell them that a date had finally been fixed for the wedding.

"You look beautiful, as ever," Charles reassured her, adding, "you are normally so confident and decisive. Does the prospect of meeting my parents unsettle you that much?"

"I must admit that I didn't get much sleep last night," Marie admitted.

"Neither did I," chuckled Charles, "but I suspect the reason for my insomnia was a lot different than yours."

Marie smiled.

"You'll get used to it," she said casually. "After all, it has only been just over a fortnight, and I did promise you that if you're a good boy, I might take it off for a while when we go and visit Dr Sara and her sissy next weekend."

Marie was referring to the silicon cock lock that she had made Charles buy when she had taken him shopping recently. She had selected a variety of sex toys and punishment implements, which Charles had been delighted to pay for. He'd been wearing the cock lock ever since, and thanks to Marie's teasing and occasional touching, his tiny scrotum was now swollen, very tender and the ache was a constant reminder of the fact that Marie now owned his cock and balls.

"Here we are, home at last," said Charles, signalling left and turning the car into a wide, tree lined drive. To Marie's astonishment, the drive was at least half a mile long, so that when Charles eventually stopped the car in front of a magnificent detached manor-house, the sound of the traffic on the busy main road they had just left could hardly be heard at all.

"Fuck me sideways!" said Marie in awe, "this looks like a Queen Anne Regency cottage!"

Charles looked at her in admiration.

"You are spot on," he said smiling at her. "Most people haven't got a clue as to the old place's heritage. Father's great, great grandfather bought it sometime in the eighteenth century, not long after he'd founded the bank."

"Mummy and father have made some alterations, but basically it hasn't altered significantly in nearly three hundred years!"

"It's magnificent" breathed Marie.

Charles bounded out of the car and opened Marie's door for her. He helped her out of the car and smiled at her.

"You're going to be wonderful," he assured her. "Mummy's going to love you!"

Marie had her doubts about that, but she kept them to herself. She looked at the carved nameplate on the wall and smiled.

"Tara?" she said, looking at Charles. "How very 'Gone With The Wind'!"

"It's Father's favourite film," Charles explained, "although Mummy tells everyone that it stands for "Theodora and Roderick's Abode".

As they approached the front door, it opened and Marie thought that she'd stepped onto the set of Downton Abbey. It was Carson, the butler!

On looking more closely, Marie realised that the young man who had opened the door looked nothing like the actor who played Carson, despite being dressed exactly like him.

"Good morning, Master Charles. Good morning Miss," he said formally, holding the front door open so that they could enter.

"Good morning, Sebastian," said Charles brightly. "This is Miss Marie Adams, my fiancée."

"Very pleased to meet you, Miss," smiled Sebastian. "May I take your coat, Miss?"

He helped Marie off with her coat, and in doing so, it seemed to Marie that he deliberately brushed the back of his hand up against her tit. She looked at him sharply, but his face was a mask of innocence.

"Master Charles?" he said ignoring Marie's stare.

He took Charles's coat and hung it up with Marie's in a large cupboard just inside the front door.

He turned back to address them both.

"Mrs.North-Thompkins is in the conservatory, Master Charles. She instructed me to ask you and your guest to join her there."

"Thanks Sebastian," said Charles, taking Marie's hand. "Let's go and tell Mummy that we've arrived," he smiled at her, "and afterwards, I'll give you a tour of the place if you're interested?"

As they walked across the wide hallway, Marie whispered,

"A butler? In this day and age? You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

Charles grinned at her.

"You mean you don't want a butler at home when we're married?" he teased.

"Not if he's anything like that creep," Marie retorted. "The bastard rubbed my tit!"

Charles looked at her in consternation.

"Did he? I'll tell Mummy and she'll give him a roasting!" he said indignantly.

"No, don't bother," replied Marie. "I dare say it was accidental, and I don't want your mother to think that you're marrying a slapper who allows any old Tom, Dick or Harry to grope her tits!"

They walked through a beautifully appointed sitting room, which was smaller than a football pitch, but not by much. Marie felt her heels sink into the thick pile of the carpet, which she estimated probably cost more than she earned in a year.

Charles opened the door, and they proceeded down another corridor and came at last to the entrance to the conservatory.

This was obviously one of the 'alterations' that Charles had spoken about earlier. Built onto the original outer brick wall, it was marginally smaller than the room that they had just come through, and was constructed of three walls of tinted glass which looked out onto a magnificent garden.

Charles led Marie into the light and airy room, and looked around. Seated on a dark green leather sofa, Marie had her first glimpse of the woman who was to be her mother-in-law.

She had a thick mane of beautifully styled silver grey hair. Her face was thin with high cheekbones and full lips. She stood up as they approached, and Marie saw that she was shorter than her, and thin, to the point of emaciation.

She was wearing a fitted dress that Marie estimated would have cost a fortune, and apart from a wedding band, the only other adornment that could be seen was a triple strand of pearls around her rather scrawny throat.

Charles took her in his arms and kissed her, European style, on her cheeks, left, right and left again.

"Hello, Mummy!" he said lovingly. "It's lovely to see you looking so fit and well. How are you?"

"I'm very well, thank you Charles," she said, "if a little bit amazed still since hearing your news."

She turned and smiled at Marie, extending a hand to take Marie's and shake it.

"How do you do, my dear?" she said warmly. "My word, you're a brave girl, taking on a handful like Charles!"

"I'm very well, thank you, Mrs. North-Thompkins" replied Marie. "This is a beautiful house. You must love living here!"

"Did you see the appalling name my husband gave this house?" she asked scornfully. "Who in their right mind would want to live in a place named after the home of a slave running plantation owner?"

"No more of this Mrs. North-Thompkins nonsense either, my dear. I'll address you as Marie, and you may call me Mummy. If we get on, I may allow Theodora. My intimate friends call me Dora."

"Even though I'm marrying Charles, and joining your family," Marie said quietly but firmly, "you are not my mother."

"I'll address you as Theodora, but seeing as how Charles tells me you have a liking for acronyms, I think Milly might suit you."

"Milly? What does that stand for, may I ask?"

"Mother-in-Law like you!" responded Marie defiantly.

Charles's mother turned to her son, her eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Oh I like her "she said. "She's got spirit. You've got your hands full with this one, Charles."

She turned back to Marie.

"Milly it is then," she smiled, taking Marie by the hand and moving back towards the sofa.

"Come and sit by me, my dear. Charles, I think a celebration is in order. Your father is on the bloody golf course as usual, so there's no point waiting for him."

"Champagne, I think. Go and get a bottle from the cellar. Don't hurry back."

"Surely Sebastian can do that?" Charles protested. "What's the point of having a butler if he doesn't buttle?"

"Don't argue, Charles," replied his mother sternly. She looked at her wristwatch.

"It is twenty to eleven now," she informed him. "Go and organise the drinks, and then you may stay in the kitchen and talk to cook. You know she likes you. Don't come back before eleven o'clock."

She turned and winked at Marie.

"Dilly here and I have women's talk to do!"

"Dilly?" repeated Charles, mystified.

"Daughter-in-law like you" chorused Theodora and Marie together. They both burst into laughter, and Charles left to do as he was told, shaking his head in disbelief.

As soon as they were alone, Theodora took Marie's hand and looked her straight in the eye.

"I like you," she said sincerely. "Not many people would have put me in my place as you did earlier on."

"I hope you don't think I was being impertinent" Marie answered with a smile.

"I'm not that close to my mother, but she's the only one I will ever have. I think it is wonderful how Charles worships and adores you."

Theodora smiled.

"Charles needs a strong woman who understands his needs" she said.

"Has he told you about his little peculiarities?"

"The cross dressing and the need to be dominated you mean?" replied Marie.

"Yes, he's been very open about them. I quite like seeing him in a dress. He needs to have some training, of course, but that's all in hand, so you have no need to worry about him."

Marie was astounded by her own confidence. She was telling the woman who would soon be her mother-in-law, a woman whom she'd only just met, that her son was going to marry a woman whose plan was to dominate him and allow him to wear women's clothes.

"Good," said Theodora, evidently satisfied that she and Marie understood one another. She changed the subject.

"Tell me, my dear, did Sebastian happen to try and feel your tits as he took your coat when you arrived?"

Marie blushed but admitted the fact that the butler had tried to grope her.

"He's gone too far this time," snarled Theodora. "It was bad enough when he stopped groping me and started on my younger friends, all of whom have much bigger tits than I do."

"He'll have to go, I'm afraid, but I will miss him. He's got a really educated tongue and his cock can drive a woman wild!"

"You mean...?" said Marie in amazement. "You're fucking the butler? Does your husband know? Does Charles know?"

"My husband and I haven't had any sort of relationship for about twenty years," Theodora said matter-of-factly.

"He's only interests these days are making money, playing golf and flirting, and I dare say, fucking, empty headed bimbos whose I Q is less than their bra size. When they bother to wear a bra, that is."

"I think Roddy suspects that I'm fucking elsewhere, but he doesn't complain, so we just get on living our separate lives. As to your second question, no, I don't believe Charles knows."

"I employed Sebastian after Charles had left home to start work, and he doesn't come here very often. Do you think I ought to tell him?"

"It's none of my business who you fuck," Marie replied in her forthright manner.

"And neither is it any business of Charles's either. What he doesn't know won't hurt him!"

Theodora beamed.

"Thank you, my dear. You and I are going to get along famously!"

As the clock struck eleven, the door to the conservatory opened, and Sebastian stood aside to allow Charles to enter. The butler followed Charles in. He was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and three flutes.

"Thank you, Sebastian," smiled Charles. "If you'll open it, please, I can pour it."

"Very good, Master Charles," he said, stripping off the foil and removing the wire cage He twisted the cork which came free of the bottle with a soft pop. Replacing the bottle on the tray, he turned to Charles and asked,

"Will there be anything else, Master Charles?"

"No thank you, Sebastian. That will be all."

Charles filled the three flutes and handed one each to his mother and to Marie. He picked up the remaining glass and raised it with a smile on his face.

"Here's to my beautiful bride-to-be," he said, smiling tenderly at Marie.

She looked at him with a stern face.

"Charles, I distinctly heard your mother tell you not to bother the butler," said Marie in the tone of voice that Charles had come to know meant trouble.

"Yet you disobey her and waltz in here empty handed and let the butler carry out a task that you had been given!"

Charles blushed furiously, and muttered an apology.

Theodora tutted and shook her head.

"Sorry?" she said incredulously, "Sorry? Do you remember the saying I told you when you came home from school with that filthy bondage magazine all those years ago?"

"Yes, Mummy," he replied in a very quiet voice. "You said 'Sorry butters no parsnips in this house, young man', and you put me over your knee and you spanked me."

Theodora looked at Marie, and winked at her; a gesture missed by Charles, whose head hung down in shame.

"What do you think, dilly?" she asked mischievously. "Does his behaviour merit a spanking?"

"Indeed it does, milly," replied Marie with a grin.

"I'll leave it up to you then, my dear," said Theodora. "After all, you will be in charge of domestic discipline after you are married."

Marie put down her champagne flute. She looked steadily at Charles.

"Do you really want to marry me?" she asked.

"More than anything in the world," he replied.

"With all that that entails? I am going to be in charge, and if you step out of line, you are going to be severely punished. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I'll try my best never to let you down. But if I do, I accept that I'll be disciplined."

Marie turned to Theodora.

"I don't suppose you have a cane, or a riding crop, do you?" she asked hopefully.

Theodora shook her head sadly.

"Unfortunately not," she replied. "I'm disappointed in my son, but I am hopeful that you will soon train him to become a much better slave when you are married."

Marie turned her attention back to Charles.

"There won't be time to give you a proper spanking before your lunch meeting," she said, in a business-like tone of voice.

"And I have to be at the restaurant by half past four for prep and set up. I've made a decision. I am going to cane you on Saturday morning. It will take place at hour house, so you'll need to come and pick me up so that your punishment can be administered."

"There is nothing further to be said on the matter. But it will give you time to contemplate your decision to disobey your mother."

She picked up her glass and drained the last mouthful of champagne.

"Now do something useful, and top me up," she commanded sternly, holding out her empty flute.

Theodora smiled.

"You are a very lucky young man, Charles," she told her son.

"Don't you ever let me learn that you have let her down!"

Charles nodded, then, confused, shook his head.

"I'm so happy," he confessed, "that I don't know if I should have answered 'yes' or 'no' to that last bit. But I promise you Marie, and you too Mummy that from now on I am going to be obedient, submissive and attentive at all times."

"I'm glad to hear it," replied his mother smoothly. "Marie here deserves nothing but the best from you."

"Now, despite your father's continued absence, we have a wedding date to arrange. Sit down, Charles, and be quiet. Marie and I will let you know the date of your marriage as soon as we have decided on it. In the meantime, speak only when you are spoken to."

An hour later, Marie and Charles dutifully kissed Theodora goodbye and set out back to her flat. Charles had a lunch appointment, at which, he confidently told Marie proudly, he expected to close a deal which would earn him a bonus which would pay for a sumptuous wedding and honeymoon.

A great deal had been achieved from the meeting, and Marie was relieved that things were beginning to take shape. When Charles dropped her off at the restaurant, on his way to his lunch meeting, Polly the restaurant manager was overjoyed to see her.

"I don't know what you're doing here so early," she smiled, "but am I glad to see you!"

"Jessica's called in sick again, and we're really short staffed."

Marie hurried into the staff room, changed and went to tend the bar area, where office workers were ordering snacks and drinks.

She got rid of the back log, took some orders from the restaurant, cleared tables and re-set them, and before she had time to draw breath, service was over.

Polly brought her a cup of coffee and gave her a hug.

"I don't know how I would have coped without you, sweetie," she said, sipping her own coffee.

Marie looked at her and wrinkled her nose.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to after this weekend," she said. "I came in early to tell you I'm handing in my notice. I'm finishing on Friday."

"What? Why? Has something happened?" Polly screeched.

Marie wanted to say, "Yes, this morning I met my future mother-in-law who persuaded me that I should concentrate on learning how to dominate her son, whom I'm about to marry."

"She told me that I understood Charles's needs and that not being at home twenty four seven would detract from my ambition of becoming a full-time hotwife."

"That is what I want, so I'm quitting!"

But she didn't say that. What she actually said was,

"I'm getting married in six weeks and I need some time off to get myself prepared."

Polly hugged her again.

"Congratulations," she said, "and remember, if after you're married and you need to earn a bit of extra cash, there will always be a job here for you."

"Thanks, Polly," smiled Marie.

She went into the staff room and had a quick bite to eat, and then set about helping with prep and set up for the evening service.

Later that evening, in the car with Charles on the way home, she related how she had given in her notice, and how upset Polly had been about losing her services.

Charles smiled at her sympathetically.

"I know you love working there," he said, "and it's because of me that you are finishing."

"No," he said quite firmly when she began to protest, saying that it was the sensible decision, given the circumstances, "I want you to have your independence too."

"I've closed that deal this afternoon. It really wasn't a hard sell, and I've made an obscene amount of money. I have a proposal for you."

"Another one?" teased Marie. "You've already proposed to me once, and I've accepted. What on earth can this other proposal be?"

Charles looked at her and grinned.

He parked the car carefully, and jumped out to open Marie's door for her. Helping her out, he asked,

"May I come in and maybe we could discuss it over coffee?"

"Charles! What sort of girl do you take me for?" she replied in a mock horrified voice.

"I've been wanting to get you into my flat late at night for ages. Of course you can come in! If you promise to kiss me indoors, I'll even let you off our regular doorstep snog!"

She refused his offer to make the coffee, telling him that once she was his hotwife, her intention was to do absolutely nothing as far as housework, cooking, cleaning or shopping was concerned, but until then, she was perfectly able to make her fiancé a cup of coffee.

Charles sat on the settee and waited whilst she brewed the coffee.

When she brought it in he jumped up and pulled the little coffee table closer so that she could set her tray down. When the coffee was poured, and they sat cuddled up together on the settee, Charles outlined his proposal.
"I know you are taking me to see Dr Sara and her sissy this weekend," he began,

"and I'm really looking forward to being introduced to your mentor. You've told me that you've handed in your notice to the restaurant, so that means you will have no income at all."

"No, please, don't interrupt. I want you to be in charge, and I want to do as I'm told, but just for once, can I speak and you listen?"

Marie made the internationally recognised sign of zipping her lips together.

Charles continued with his proposal.

"If you think this is inappropriate, please say," he said nervously.

"I would very much like you to move into my house as soon as possible. We will be living together as hotwife and submissive in six weeks anyway. As nice as you have made this flat, it is very small, and with no income, how are you going to pay the rent?"

"Also I am due to be punished on Saturday morning. I suspect it would be much more convenient for you to punish me in a place where my howls of pain aren't going to disturb the neighbours!"

He grinned at her.

"I really don't know what to say, Charles," replied Marie.

"You really are a wonderful person. I am so glad that we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. What's six weeks between a hotwife and her submissive? Yes of course I'll move in with you. On one condition. No. make that two conditions."

"What are they?" asked Charles anxiously.

"The first is that we sleep in the same bed. We won't have sex, because you won't be able to fuck me whilst wearing your cock lock, but I can tease you and you can start your training and learn how to pleasure me."

"Agreed!" smiled Charles. "May I ask what the second condition is?"

"You may. My second condition is that from the moment you enter your house from now on, until the moment you leave to go to work, you will only wear your women's clothes. I'm afraid that both these conditions are non-negotiable!"

"You drive a hard bargain," he chuckled delightedly, "but I have no choice, so reluctantly, I'll agree to both of them!"

They fell into one another's arms and Marie was delighted with the intensity of Charles's kiss. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, and Marie got the impression that it was slightly longer and definitely thicker that his miniscule cock.

Next morning, Marie was in the shower when she heard her mobile ringing. By the time she got to it, the '1 missed call' message was showing. On checking it, Marie didn't recognise the caller's number, so she decided to ignore it.

It rang again just as she was finishing her breakfast, and she answered it this time.

"Good morning, Marie. It's Dora," said a familiar voice. "I'm sorry to ring so early, but I have news for you."

"Good morning, Dora. I was in the shower when you rang earlier, I'm sorry. I'm just finishing my breakfast. Are you well?"

"Yes, thank you, my dear. Listen, I have decided to keep Sebastian on after all. Roddy stayed in London last night, so Sebastian gave me three superb fucks last night and this morning, and he was very remorseful when I castigated him for touching your beautiful tits. So he's on a final warning, and I've told him I expect another good seeing to before luncheon today."

"Dora, who you employ or decide to sack is none of my business," said Marie. "Was that your news, because if it was, you really needn't have bothered."

"No, not at all, my dear," came the reply. "After our discussion yesterday, and having arranged a date for the wedding, I did as I promised and I've spoken to the vicar."

Ten minutes later, when she put the phone down, Marie had the biggest grin on her face. She'd found another understanding friend. She needed to discuss Dora's plan with Dr Sara this coming weekend, and then present Charles with a fait accompli. What fun this becoming a hotwife was, she decided.

With so much change going on in her life, the rest of the week flew by. Charles took a day off on the Thursday, and together they hired a small van and moved everything out of Marie's flat and into Charles's large, detached house.

Her landlord wasn't particularly happy to be losing a tenant, but when Marie showed him around the flat, he was somewhat appeased by the furniture she had left there. She no longer needed it, she told him, and they agreed, and shook hands on, an arrangement whereby what she left would cover the cost of her breaking her contract.

On the way back from dropping off the rental van, Charles pulled his car off the road and into a car sales dealership. He looked at Marie and smiled.

"I don't want you stuck in the house on your own whilst I'm at work," he explained when she asked him what they were doing here.

"Let's go and see what they have for sale. You need your own transport now!"

Thus it was Marie who steered her brand new Land Rover Discovery out of the driveway of her new home, and pointed it in the direction of Cwm Pechod in Wales.

Her passenger, in a puff sleeved, floral pattern midi dress, smiled indulgently, and settled back to enjoy the tight sensation that his silicon cock lock was producing as he thought of the pleasure and pain that was awaiting him some sixty miles down the road.

"Ms Marie. How lovely to see you again! Welcome to Cwm Pechod," smiled Paula, as Marie got out of her car ninety minutes later.

"You had no trouble finding us then?" she continued, relieving Marie of the overnight bag she was getting out of the boot.

"Mistress Sara is in the living room. May I show you in?"

"Thank you, Paula," replied Marie politely. "This is Charles, my sissy husband-to-be."

Paula smiled at Charles.

"Welcome," she said, adding kindly, "you look lovely in that dress."

Paula led Marie and Charles into the house, bringing them directly to the sitting room, where Sara was sprawled in an armchair.

She stood up, beaming with delight when Marie came in.

"How lovely to see you again, my dear," she said warmly, embracing Marie and giving her a chaste peck on the cheek.

"And this vision of loveliness must be Charles," she said, extending her hand to him.

Charles stepped forward, took Sara's hand and kissed it.

"Thank you, Doctor," he said, blushing a deep red. "I am indebted to you for taking Marie on as your pupil, and I'm grateful for the invitation this weekend. I am looking forward to learning a great deal."

"I'm only 'Doctor' in my surgery, Charles," Sara explained. "You may address me as Ms Sara whilst you are here. And I'm not sure that I'm happy with your familiar use of Marie's name either. Unless she instructs you otherwise, you will address her as Mistress."

"Do you understand, Charles?" Marie said curtly, squeezing Sara's hand in silent thanks.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied immediately, and Marie smiled. She liked the sound of her new title, and it only confirmed that they were all in for a wonderful weekend!

"Drinks, Paula," instructed Sara, sitting down on the small settee, and pulling Marie down next to her.

"I'll have a G and T. What would you like, my dear?"

"Www! Gin and tonic sounds lovely, thank you," replied Marie.

"There you are, Paula. You may both have a small drink to celebrate Marie's forthcoming transformation into a hotwife."

"Take Charles with you. She's a guest here this weekend, but all sissies must be available to serve at all times, so she'll need to know where everything is in the kitchen!"

When they were alone, Marie whispered to Sara, "I love how you call Charles 'she ' and 'her' so naturally, and thank you for being so kind about his, I mean her, appearance. She looks rubbish compared with Paula!"

"No need to whisper, lovely," said Sara in an ordinary tone, "no-one is going to overhear you here. I agree that Charles needs some training, but we don't want to run before we can walk."

"We'll take her out dressed later on, and get her used to stares and whispers. It will be invaluable training for you both."

"Now then, " she said looking somewhat embarrassed. "About this weekend. I recall at our last meeting that you invited me to fuck you!"

Marie giggled. "I use 'Fuck me!' far too often, I think" she said. "I've never been with a woman, and since I began this journey of self-discovery for Charles and myself, I find myself in constant need of a really good fuck."

"Charles is so pathetically equipped that I doubt if he , sorry she, would be able to do the deed. I've been wanking a hell of a lot more than I did before I met you. So, yes, even though my 'Fuck me' was an expression of amazement rather than an invitation, I think it would be lovely to have sex with you this weekend."

They were still kissing when Paula and Charles came back with the drinks, and broke off only to explain to the two sissies what the sleeping arrangements were to be over the weekend.

Sara accepted her drink from Paula, who then served Marie. She left Charles to serve himself, and knelt down at her Mistress's side. Sara put a protective hand on her shoulder.

"I like that " Marie said. "Charles come here and kneel at my side. You may bring your drink."

Charles obeyed and the two Mistresses smiled at one another.

"So tell me, how is it going with you and your new sissy, Marie?" asked Sara.

Marie related the episode when she had spanked Charles for the first time, and how she had made him cum by beating his cock and balls with a branch she had picked up from the forest floor.

Sara was very impressed with that, and asked Charles if pain was something that interested him.

He considered this question for a moment before answering.

"I have used pornography for a long time," he began, "specifically spanking magazines. It was the only way I could get a stif... um, I mean a hard-on."

Marie patted him approvingly and explained to Sara that Charles was being weaned off public schoolboy slang, which she found infantile and annoying. Sara expressed agreement.

Charles continued by saying that he got a real thrill out of dressing in women's clothes and that he felt that it was made even better if he could get a hard-on whilst dressed.

"Mistress Marie has indulged my little peculiarities, " he continued, "and I confessed that I would like to try and become her slave. Up until the incident Mistress has just described, I'd only ever been spanked by Mummy."

"Since our shopping trip, I find I can get a hard-on by just recalling how it felt to be beaten in public, or to be humiliated in front of another Lady."

Sara beamed at him.

"You are a very lucky sissy, Charles," she said. "Your Mistress is an intelligent woman, eager to learn and kind enough to indulge your fetishes. Please don't call them peculiarities."

"Now I understand that you are particularly poorly equipped in the cock department. May I see your equipment?"

Both Sara and Marie were pleased that Charles looked to his Mistress for permission before displaying himself. Marie nodded her approval, and Charles stood up.

He lifted his dress to show black hold-up stockings which contrasted beautifully with his white cotton panties. He slipped these down and stepped out of them. Then he raised his dress again.

"I anticipated that you might want to inspect him," Marie said conversationally, "so I put his clear plastic sheath on him this afternoon before we left. He also has a heavy metal cage and a pretty pink silicon sheath."

Sara leaned forward and cupped Charles's balls. She rolled them around in her hand, squeezing them gently. Charles gasped, but otherwise stood perfectly still.

"With your permission, my dear, we'll de-spunk him tomorrow. It's a process called milking. How often do you propose to allow him to cum?"

"That's something I want your medical advice on," Marie answered. "Obviously I want to keep him healthy, but I want him to know that I control his orgasms. He is only going to cum when I allow it."

Sara winked at her again. "We'll discuss it in private later," she said.

"What I want to know next, and Charles can help me here, is what you propose to do for sex once you are married. What are your expectations, Charles?"

He blushed. "My wish is that Mistress Marie gets sexual satisfaction however and whenever she wants it," he said.

"I know that my little cock isn't going to please my Mistress, even if I was allowed to put it in her. I have started to learn to eat Mistress's pussy, which she likes. Also, Mistress bought a fake penis and a harness which she has used to bugger me. I am getting used to that too."

He paused, unsure if he had revealed too many secrets. Sara came to his rescue.

"Your Mistress told me on the night we first met that you were a sissy who wanted to be spanked " she began.

"I recognised the potential she possesses and I offered to help her, and you achieve your desires. If I'm perfectly honest you have both come on much further than I expected."

"There is room for improvement however, especially in your vocabulary, Charles.

A 'pussy' is a member of the genus felidae. What your Mistress has between her legs is a cunt, and that is what you will always refer to it as. The fake penis your Mistress purchased is called a strap-on cock, and it isn't used to bugger you. When Mistress Marie fucks you, it's called pegging. Why are you grinning?"

Charles excused himself. He looked at Marie.

"Mistress, may I tell you, Ms Sara and Paula a secret? I was hoping to tell you on our wedding night, but, given what Ms Sara has just said, maybe now would be more appropriate?"

"Spit it out," snapped Marie, annoyed that Charles had secrets, "but I warn you, if you embarrass me or either of our hosts, I will cane the living daylights out of you!"

"I told you that my father's ancestors were Americans," Charles began. "They hailed from Tennessee, and were all what was known as Lincoln Loyalists. In other words, they supported the Union, and did not recognise the Confederacy,"

"During the Civil War, a tradition was started, which has lasted till today. All first born males in the family are named after General Grant. In latter times, the name Ulysses was thought to be a bit too odd, and so it has tended to be used as a middle name."

Sara looked at Marie and mouthed,

"Where the fuck is he going with this?"

She was surprised to see Marie put her hand up to her mouth to stifle a giggle. She failed. Marie knew exactly where Charles was going with this.

"Let me get this right," she said, still giggling.

"Your middle name is Ulysses?"

"Yes, Mistress," replied Charles with a wicked grin.

"Sara," said Marie, formally, "may I introduce you to my sissy husband-to-be, Charles Ulysses North-Thompkins. In short, he's my very own C. U. N-T!"

Supper was a very informal affair. Salmon, poached and eaten cold with local new potatoes and a green salad was served by Paula, helped by Charles. For once, the sissies were allowed to sit at the table, and the meal was enjoyed by everyone.

Whilst Paula and Charles cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Sara and Marie sat in the living room and Marie told Sara about the plan Theodora had outlined to her.

Marie said that she would be thrilled if Sara could see her way to helping get the plan to succeed, and once she knew that the wedding was to be a discrete occasion, attended by no more than a handful of very specifically chosen guests, Sara readily agreed.

The four of them strolled down to the rugby club when Paula and Charles had finished tidying up the kitchen.

"Everybody knows about Paula these days," Sara explained when Marie questioned the wisdom of going to such a macho place.

"They had to make a decision when Paula came out. Did they want to support a team mate or did they want to lose one of the best wing forwards the club has seen for years?"

"As you might expect in Wales, a committee was formed and they eventually decided that cross dressing was not harming Paula, or the club, but that banning her would undoubtedly affect the team."

"So Paula gets the occasional tease, but all his mates respect his ability on the pitch, so they just let him get on with his little kink, as they call it."

"Of course, they don't know that sissy Paula is regularly pegged or that his cock is locked as soon as he gets home from his latest match!"

They spent a very quiet hour at the rugby club, and Marie asked why there were so few people there.

"We have a huge match tomorrow," Paula explained. "It's the semi-final of the knock-out shield. All the players are under strict orders to be in bed early."

"You're not!" Marie pointed out.

Sara took Paula's hand, squeezed it and replied,

"She made herself unavailable when she realised that I had guests this weekend."

"Oh Paula, you're such a sweetie. Thank you so much!"

Marie was genuinely touched.

They finished their drinks and were on their way home, when the door to the lounge bar burst open, and a middle aged man burst into the room. He looked wildly around and when he caught sight of the group of four, he mopped his brow.

"Oh thank fuck I've caught you!" he exclaimed, then realising that Sara and Paula had guests that he didn't know, he clapped his hand to his mouth.

"I beg your pardon, ladies," he said, nodding to Marie and Charles.

"Sorry Dr. Sara, I need a massive favour."

Sara looked annoyed and replied,

"No, I'm the one who's sorry Cledwyn. Paula's unavailable tomorrow. She's told you that we have guests. She isn't going to travel to Swansea for the semi-final, and that's that!"

"No, mun," replied Cledwyn, slipping into the local vernacular in his anxiety to get his point across, "it's not Paula we need. It's you!"

"Very funny, Cledwyn," smiled Sara. "Since when have I ever played rugby?"

"This gentleman is Cledwyn Evans, chairman of the club and the head teacher of our local primary school," Sara explained.

"Cledwyn, this is my good friend Marie, and her companion Char...lotte," she concluded hurriedly.

"Lovely to meet you both, ladies," said Cledwyn, distractedly, moping his brow with a very grubby looking handkerchief.

"Dr Sara, please hear me out," he pleaded.

"Physio Phyllis has only just been in touch with me. She was taking the under seventeens and the youth teams to play in Blaenau this evening. They were on the way home when the bus had a puncture."

"She got all the boys off the bus and was helping the driver to change the wheel when the jack slipped."

"Oh bloody hell," said Sara. "Is she alright?"

"Suspected broken knee cap," Cledwyn replied. "When the jack slipped, the handle flew off and caught her smack on the knee. They've taken her by ambulance to Cardiff. But she insisted on phoning me before she went down to the theatre to have her op."

"I still don't see where I come in, Cledwyn," Sara replied in a puzzled voice.

"Welsh Rugby Union rules state we can't travel without a qualified medical person on our squad. Normally, Dr Mary and Nurse Clarice are happy to fill in for Physio Phyl, but as you know, they are both out of the country at the moment. "

"If you don't come with us tomorrow, we'll have to forfeit the game!" Cledwyn was practically in tears.

There was a sudden burst of activity from the bar area, and a voice was heard to say, " I definitely saw him not two minutes ago. Have you tried in the lounge?"

The club steward appeared from the bar, and shouted over his shoulder.

"Panic over! He's in by here!"

He looked at Cledwyn with troubled eyes.

"There's a 'phone call for you, Cled. It sounds like Dai eighteen months mother!"

"Give me fucking strength!" muttered Cledwyn and he scuttled off to answer the phone.

Sara saw Marie and Charles looking bemused.

"Dai eighteen months?" she asked, in answer to their puzzled looks.

They both nodded silently.

"He's a local farmer," she explained, "and when he was a young lad, he was helping his dad round up the sheep one day. Totally illegally, his dad had him riding on the back of his quad bike, and the excess weight caused it to roll. Dai lost half of one of his ears in the accident."
"So now he only has one ear and a half."

Marie still looked a bit perplexed. Sara nudged her.

"in these parts," she explained, "the words for 365 days, the organ of listening and where you are now, that is year, ear and here are all pronounced the same! So one ear and a half is eighteen months!"

Realization dawned on Marie and Charles, and they laughed politely. It seemed that they were about to finally leave when Cledwyn returned.

"Don't bother about tomorrow, Dr Sara," he said in a voice that sounded as if nothing worse could ever happen.

"That was Dai eighteen months' mother. The stupid bastard has got himself arrested in Cardiff. He was stopped for speeding, and when the copper told him to get out of the car and show his driving licence, Dai told him to 'fuck off' and was promptly arrested. He's in the cells in the Cardiff cop-shop! So we've lost Paula's replacement for the big game tomorrow. We'd struggle to win with a full team."

There was silence, then suddenly, Charles coughed and said, "Excuse me, Dr Sara. I know I shouldn't speak for Ms Marie, but I've really enjoyed myself this evening."

"I'm sure we can come and visit you again, so why don't you and Paula go to your rugger match tomorrow, and win it for the village and Ms Marie and I can say we both had a hand in the victory."

Cledwyn looked at Charles with a frown, and everybody thought that even if Charles had managed to persuade him that he was a woman, his voice was a dead give-away.

"Rugger?" he said, trying and failing to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. "English, are you Charlene? Round here we call it rugby, good girl!"

"It's Charlotte, actually," said Marie with a laugh. "But I agree. Sara must go with the team, and Paula can now make herself available."

"We don't have to leave until the morning" she said, winking at Sara, who looked at Paula.

"Are you fit enough go play?" she asked, and Paula nodded eagerly.

Sara turned to Cledwyn.

"You are going to owe me big time after this," she threatened with a smile on her face.

As they walked home, Sara and Marie had a whispered conversation, and when they arrived, Marie instructed Charles to follow her and Sara upstairs. Paula locked up, and set things out in the kitchen ready for breakfast.

When Paula got upstairs Charles was busy sucking the strap-on that Marie was wearing whilst she and Sara shared a deep kiss.

Sara broke off her kiss with Marie and addressed Paula.

"Obviously things have changed with regard to arrangements for this weekend," she said.

"Ms Marie and I are going to share a bed tonight. You can sleep with her sissy, and given that you're both cock locked, we feel that we can trust you."

"But before we dismiss you both, we need cunt worship. Get on the bed, both of you, head to toe, side by side."

She grunted approvingly as Paula and Charles arranged themselves to her satisfaction.

Marie giggled.

"I think I need a pee before I start," she said shyly.

"In that case, sit on Paula's face," replied Sara. "She's toilet trained, and I'll queen Charles. I can assess his cunt eating technique and give you tips on how to improve it if necessary."

The two women arranged themselves on the faces of their sissies, and Marie began to pee. Paula accepted all her golden rain and Charles tried his best to lick and suck Sara's already very well lubricated cunt.

The two Mistresses kissed again, and Sara soon had Marie's nipples as hard as iron. The lesser experienced Marie found herself quickly on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm, and Paula's experienced tongue soon pushed her over the edge.

Sara found Charles's technique far too passive and uninspiring. She started to grind her clit against his nose in the vain hope of getting some pleasure. He was struggling for breath, and in the end, Sara gave up and climbed off him.

Marie meanwhile was approaching a second orgasm, and Sara fingered herself as she watched her young protege writhe in ecstasy on Paula's face.

When she had cum for the second time, she collapsed on the bed, the strap-on dildo she was wearing bobbing invitingly back and forth and sticking up proudly towards the ceiling.

"Right, you two, fuck off," Sara said with a smile. "My young friend here and I have some serious lady-lovin' to do."

"Paula, Ms Marie and I will require tea in bed at eight tomorrow morning, and you and Charles can prepare breakfast and then we can think about milking you before the match tomorrow. You are both dismissed. Goodnight."

Paula and Charles left and Sara eyed Marie's strap-on greedily.

"You can fuck me with that right now, Young Lady," she smiled, Climbing on top of Marie and lowering herself onto the dildo which produced a wet cunt fart as she guided it into her dripping slit.

Marie bucked upwards and Sara moaned.

"I can see you don't need much tutoring in how to fuck,"she gasped. "Oh fuck, yeah! Do that again!" as Marie thrust upwards again.

Sara gripped Marie's nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed, tugged and twisted. Marie yelped in pleasure, and copied her lover. latching on to Sara's bullet-like nipples and twisting them.

Sara gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and lowered her face to kiss Marie. Their mouths connected and locked together, and they rolled round, so that Marie was now on top.

She adjusted her position, and knelt between Sara's open legs, which one after the other she placed over her shoulders. She would be able to achieve maximum penetration from this position, and she hammered away at Sara's cunt, producing slurping wet sounds from the dripping slit.

Sara was delirious. "Fuck," she whispered, "fuck, fuck fuck!"

The register of her voice grew higher as her passion increased. With a howl of delight, she lowered her legs so they were round Marie's hips and squeezed, pulling Marie's strap-on deeper into her.

Marie felt Sara's cunt go into spasm, which triggered her own orgasm and for ten seconds or so, the two women shuddered and gasped as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over the pair of them.

They collapsed into each other's arms and shared yet another passionate kiss.

"Fucking hell, this lesbianism is a bit of alright!" panted Marie, causing Sara to giggle.

"Take that strap-on off," she said to Marie. "It's my turn to fuck you next. Just give me five minutes to catch my breath!"

Next morning, Paula brought early morning tea into the master bedroom as per instructions. She was naked except for her cock lock, and the sight of her swollen ball sac fascinated Marie.

"Paula, go and get my Cunt for me," she said, "and make sure he's naked before he presents himself."

In the time it took Paula to go and get Charles, Marie had outlined her plan to Sara, who approved of it whole heartedly.

When they both returned, Marie and Sara were sitting up in bed, sipping tea. They too were both naked and two splendid sets of tits were unashamedly exposed.

Marie began speaking.

"How did you sleep, Cunt? " she asked. "Did our fucking keep you awake?"

"At first it did, Mistress," replied Charles, "but I dropped off happy in the knowledge that my Owner and Mistress was getting the pleasure she deserved. I slept like a baby, thank you."

Marie beckoned him over to her side of the bed, and she cupped his balls in her hand.

"What will it take to get these as swollen and as attractive as Paula's?" she asked quietly.

"I really don't know, Mistress," answered Charles. "Paula is so much better endowed than I am. I doubt that my balls will ever be as attractive as hers."

Whilst they were having this conversation, Sara had taken her cock lock key from around her neck, and she used it to remove Pauka's chastity device.

As usual, when unlocked, Paula developed an immediate hard-on. Sara stroked it and improved it until her cock was rock hard.

She winked at Marie, who was still fondling Charles's balls.

Marie said,

"Mistress Sara has a problem, Cunt, and as her guest I find it imperative to help her out. It's like this."

"We all know that Paula's due to play in an important match this afternoon. Now look at her ball sac. It's swollen and full of cum. Paula was due to be milked this afternoon anyway, but Mistress Sara can hardly do that on the team coach can she?"

"Basically, Cunt, what I'm saying is this. Paula needs de-spunking before we leave, and, because we're having to leave early, you are going to miss out on some of your training. That's a pity, don't you think?"

Charles nodded. His mouth had suddenly become very dry.

"Can you think of a solution that will help Mistress Sara, and give you some much needed training at the same time?" Marie asked innocently.

Charles swallowed a few times.

"Would it help Mistress Sara if I milked Paula?" he asked in a low voice.

"What a splendid idea!" cried Sara enthusiastically. "The only problem is that my house rules state that if Paula cums, she must dispose of all her spunk herself. Normally when I milk her, she oozes into a glass or a cup, and then swallows her junk."

"I haven't finished my tea. Have you, Mistress?"

"No," replied Marie, with a grin.

She turned to Charles again.

"Can you think of a container for Paula to deposit her cum, Cunt?" she asked.

"Do you wish Paula to cum in my arse, Mistress?" he asked in a tone of voice that sounded like 'please say "no"!'

"Don't be so fucking obtuse, Cunt," said Marie impatiently.

"You've just heard Mistress Sara say that Paula needs to drink her cum after she's been milked."

"I could suck Paula's cock until she cums and keep her cum in my mouth, " Charles said very unenthusiasticaĺy.

"Cunt, you're a fucking genius! Now why didn't we think of that, Mistress Sara?"

"For the life of me, I don't know," responded Sara sarcastically.

"Off you go then, Cunt," instructed Marie. "Suck Paula's cock until she cums and don't you dare swallow or spill a drop!"

Marie and Sara kissed, fondled and fingered each other whilst Charles set about sucking Paula's cock. His inexperience showed, and several times Paula's cock slipped from between his lips. When this happened for the fourth time, Marie tutted in annoyance.

"For fuck's sake, Paula," she complained. "We haven't got all fucking morning. If Cunt can't suck you off properly, then you have my permission to skull fuck him!"

Paula looked at her Mistress and Sara nodded her approval. Having been given permission, Paula gripped Charles head with both hands and began to fuck his mouth.

Charles gagged and drool poured out of his mouth. His eyes began to water and his breath was audible as he struggled to breathe through his nose.

Eventually Paula slowed down and gasped,

"May I cum, please Goddess?"

"Yes," replied Sara curtly, before resuming a passionate kiss with Marie.

Paula grunted as she released almost a month's worth of cum into Charles's mouth.

Immediately, Marie and Sara sprang out of bed and went to examine Charles, His lips were bruised and swollen, tears ran down his cheeks and drool dripped from his chin.

"Open!" Marie commanded, and Charles opened his mouth carefully, so as not to spill any of Paula's cum.

"Excellent!" commented Marie with satisfaction. She looked at Sara.

"Your turn, my lovely," she said.

Sara pulled Charles to his feet.

"Paula," she snapped, "it's clean up time. Kiss Ms Marie's Cunt and clean his mouth out. Don't waste a drop!"

Charles was numb following his first ever gay experience. As Paula kissed him, he felt her tongue probing his mouth and a thrill shot through his whole being. Somewhere in the background, he was aware of his Mistress and Ms Sara kissing and cuddling.

All too soon, the heavenly kiss was over, and Paula was licking her lips. Both sissies heard Ms Sara tell them to get down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Don't rush," she warned them. "Mistress Marie and I want at least half an hour to have a session of sucking and fucking!"

After breakfast, Marie and Charles packed up the car, and both thanked their hosts for a short, but very enjoyable night's entertainment.

Marie reminded Sara of the plans for the wedding, and Sara nodded her agreement.

"Let me know if anything changes," she said, "and I'l, be in touch just before the date. And remember, if you need any advice on training methods, I'm always only on the end of the phone!"

She kissed Marie warmly and apologised once again for having to cut the weekend short.

"It is a bit disappointing," Marie admitted, and turning to Paula, she said, "you'd better win this afternoon, Paula, to make up for my missing out on a whole weekend of pleasure and kink!"

"We'll do our best, Mistress," she replied fervently.

Marie was still on a high as she drove them both back home.

"Did you enjoy?" she asked Charles.

"Yes Mistress," he replied, unwilling to drop the role of submissive sissy.

"Thank you so much for considering me worthy to join you on this fabulous journey of discovery. I don't think I have ever been so consistently happy."

"Or so consistently hard!" he added with a shout of laughter.

As the Land Rover discovery crossed the Severn Bridge and left Wales to return to England, both the driver and her sissy submissive were deep in thought. Five weeks today, they would tie the knot and become hotwife and cuckold, and for both of them, those five weeks could not go quickly enough.

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That is the end of this chapter, but not the end of the story. In the next chapter, Marie marries Charles; she becomes a hotwife, he becomes a cuckold. We learn what happens when they go on honeymoon.