Following my caning from Jessica, and Mandy's spanking, the three of us had enjoyed a pot of tea with some biscuits. It was all so typically English, cups of tea being the answer to everything, but, in this case, it seemed to work, and our differences were healed.

Mandy and I had seen a new side of Jessica, and, despite our painful experiences, I felt neither of us regretted her strict approach. And, of course, we'd both deserved to be punished for what we'd done together.

After copious cups of tea, the two young women left for college, where quite possibly they would have needed to account for their very late arrival. After they'd gone, I searched around for the envelope containing Mandy's worn panties, but it was nowhere to be found. Presumably, Jessica had confiscated it, and I decided it best not to mention it again.

oooOOooo

That evening, Jessica popped in on her way back from college.

“Are you okay, Frank?” she asked. “How's your bum?”

“Still sore, but I'll live, Miss,” I replied, forcing a smile.

“Take your jeans and panties down, and I'll check,” she replied.

I did what she asked. “Hmmm?” she observed, inspecting the damage. “My aim wasn't too good, was it, darling? The stripes aren't meant to overlap like that. They're supposed to be parallel. Oops!”

“I deserved it, Miss.”

“All the same, I need to improve my aim. More practice is needed, not that I want you deliberately to misbehave, Frank!” she laughed. “Wait there, and I'll have a look in your bathroom cabinet to see if you've got something I can rub in to take the soreness away.”

A few minutes later, she was back with a tube of antiseptic cream. “Lie over my lap, Frank,” she instructed, hitching up her skirt.

I felt my penis twitch as I positioned myself over her thighs, encased as they were in a pair of black tights. The heat from her skin registered on mine, causing further spasms within my cage.

Gently and soothingly, she rubbed cream into the wheals. “It's magic cream,” she joked. “It'll make everything better.”

There was certainly something magic going on, but I attributed it to the tender actions of her fingers, not the composition of the cream.

She continued caressing my buttocks, well after all the cream had been absorbed. The discomfort inside my cage was increasing, and I suspected she was also becoming aroused.

“You... you said this morning that I was 'your man', Miss,” I commented, leaving the statement dangling in the air to see how she would react.

“Er... well... yes, you are, Frank. We're in a special relationship, aren't we?”

Calling it “special” was an understatement. “Yes, we definitely are,” I replied. “Can I... can I ask you something very personal, Miss?” I continued.

“Go on, but I might choose not to answer.”

“The other day, when the blindfold slipped, you said that I was the first man to see your pussy?”

“So?”

“And you said you only date submissive men?”

“Yes! So?”

“So... er... have you never... er... had—”

“Spit it out, Frank. I've told you before that I'm not a virgin. I've enjoyed wild sex, but with submissive men, on my terms, which means they've been blindfolded!”

“Er... yes... I understand...” I said, wondering how well I really understood this mysterious young woman.

“They've always been young men, darling,” she continued.

“So, no one my age, then?” I jested.

She laughed. “Gosh! You're asking to have penetrative sex with me, aren't you? You devil, Frank!”

I felt myself blush, but, as I was still lying over her thighs, she couldn't see. “No!! Sorry, I'm not suggesting that for a minute. I'm apologise if I gave that impression. You've made it clear before, Miss, that I would never have sex with you.”

“But you would like to, wouldn't you, Frank? Don't pretend you wouldn't. I want the truth, not what you think I want to hear.”

“Er... well, yes... I would love to have sex with you. What man in their right mind wouldn't?”

She thought for moment. “When I told you that we would not have sex, I meant it, Frank! That was my firm and final decision, never to be changed.”

“Yes, sorry, I'm out of order—”

“But when I said it, I meant any type of sex, and then, gosh, I find you're a whizz at oral sex. Who would have known? I discovered you had hidden talents!”

I didn't know what to say, so I waited, hoping she'd carry on.

“I've grown very fond of you, Frank—very fond, indeed. I care for you, Frank. You're someone very special to me. That'll be why I may have overreacted when I found out what you'd got up to with Mandy.”

“I'd betrayed you, Miss. But I've been in love with you since the first day we met,” I blurted out.

“Probably you mean infatuated with me!” she laughed.

There followed a period of silence, while she continued to massage my sore behind.

“I'm wondering if I'm missing out not having penetrative sex with you, darling. Is there another hidden talent you have that I've not yet found?”

“Er...”

“There's only one way of knowing. Let's go upstairs and see if there is a virile young stud hidden inside that older body. Hmm?”

I couldn't believe what she was saying—or, more to the point, offering! What had happened to her “firm and final decision, never to be changed”?

oooOOooo

We made our way upstairs to my bedroom. “Rules are still going to apply, Frank. You're going to have to be tied up and blindfolded,” she declared. “And I go on top!”

She began rooting through my chest of drawers, pulling out a black scarf. “This should do as a blindfold. Hmm... the handcuffs are at my house, so turn your back so I can take off my tights. They'll have to do.”

It took her just a few seconds to remove her tights. “Right, strip off, darling. I want you completely naked.”

I didn't need telling twice and quickly got undressed. “Lie on the bed, on your back,” she ordered. “Arms above your head.”

The metal bedframe of my bed has vertical bars, ideal for what she had in mind, and she quickly secured me to the frame using the tights she had just discarded. Next, she wrapped the makeshift blindfold tightly around my head.

Then came the bit I was waiting for. Using the key I knew she kept on a gold chain around her neck she unlocked my cage and gently pulled it off.

Instantly, my penis stood proudly erect. “Someone's very keen,” she commented.

I heard faint sounds as she got undressed—sounds that I interpreted, rightly or wrongly, as a zip being undone, delicate fabrics being pulled over soft skin, the twang of elastic, and the unclipping of a bra.

The mattress swayed as she got onto the bed and straddled me, guiding my erection into its target. No lubrication was needed because she was sopping wet, so much so, there was a danger of me slipping out, but she proved to be too skilled to allow that to happen.

Gently at first, she rode me, easing herself up and down, teasing me. She could tell from my reactions when to back off and when to bear down—when to speed up, and when to slow down. For several minutes she tormented me, while all the time I knew that her own sensations were building. As she progressed, I felt she was intending that she and I would climax simultaneously. But when that would happen would be solely her decision—I was little more than a human dildo, stimulating her, except that I was gaining the most delightful pleasure from the experience.

I was becoming more and more eager to cum, as it had been about five days since I'd last orgasmed, but I had to wait for her to choose the moment—she was in command.

Her vocalisations steadily increased, along with her writhing. Then, almost with no warning, she reached the point of no return, pushing down hard and fast, precipitating my eruption. Together we came in a joint, tumultuous climax. We were both crying out, our bodies rigid and bucking from powerful sensations she had created.

We were left breathing heavily and unable to speak. Only after what seemed to be an age, did she pull herself off me, but only to reposition herself so that she was kneeling over my head.

“Will you clean me up, darling?” she asked. She made it sound like a request, but I knew differently. Much as I detested the prospect, if I was to experience anything like this again, then I had to lick her clean. Even as she spoke, my slimy fluid was oozing from her vagina into my mouth. I moved my tongue around, lapping up more, and I could tell that she was still highly aroused. I swear that her clit was still pulsating from her orgasm a few minutes earlier and it was hypersensitive to touch. Even the lightest touch sent it into a further spasm.

Taking my time, I cleaned her up, whilst also stimulating her. I knew she was building up to a second climax and, when it came, her vagina spurted out more of my semen mixed with her own juices.

Once again, she was breathless, but she soon found the strength to lift herself up a little, allowing me to breathe. It was then several minutes before she got off me, and we lay side-by-side for a while, neither of us saying anything as we replayed events in our minds.

Eventually, she broke the silence. “Wow... that was something else, wasn't it? You were a lucky boy, and I was a lucky girl. Did you enjoy that?”

Why was she even asking that question? “My God, how could I not have enjoyed that,” I retorted. “It was something I never thought would ever happen.”

“Me as well,” she replied. “But I don't want you thinking we'll be doing that every week, darling. Consider it to be something very special.”

“It was very special!”

“Maybe we did it because I felt guilty about having caned you, Frank? I can see now that what you did with Mandy was not as terrible as I first thought. You were obeying her instructions, like a good submissive should.”

“Let's put it behind us,” I replied.

“Hmm... yes... I'll have the first shower, so you stay there.” As I was tied to the bedframe, I had no choice but to remain there.

She went through to the bathroom. I lay there for ages, and I sensed that my penis was reawakening, something she mentioned when she returned. “It's not getting any more attention, Frank,” she laughed.

She removed my blindfold, and I was not surprised to see that she was now fully dressed. Her determination that I should not glimpse the most intimate regions of her body was one way that she enforced her dominance over me.

“I'm going to untie you, Frank, and then you may go and have a shower, unsupervised. I'm allowing you five minutes in there, and there is to be no masturbating. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss! I'll behave myself.”

“I'm trusting you to do so. Then, when you've had your shower, I'll lock your cage back on again.”

oooOOooo

I was true to my word, having a very quick shower and not playing with myself, despite having to give my penis a very thorough clean. It took little touching for me to become stiff, but I didn't want to betray Jessica's trust in me, especially after succumbing so easily to temptation with Mandy.

Not completely dry, and wrapped in a towel, I returned to the bedroom where Jessica was holding my cage and a bag of frozen peas.

She watched while I finished drying off, and she seemed amused by my now semi-erection.

“Are you ready?” she asked. “Brace yourself!”

She applied the bag of peas. I winced at the icy coldness, but my member instantly shrank, allowing her to lock it back into its cage. “Good boy,” she remarked. “Let's have some dinner. I'll cook.”

oooOOooo

We went down to the kitchen, where she rifled through the fridge and cupboards, pulling out items to make a quick pasta dish. It wasn't long before we sat down to eat, washing down the meal with beer.

“I've got an idea,” she suddenly announced. “It would make sense for you to rent out your house and move in with me, as my housekeeper.”

“Eh?”

“Think about it, Frank. It makes total sense, and it will save us money. You can give me half the rent you receive, and you keep the other half. And, you'll only have one house to keep cleaned. It's a win-win, darling.”

“But, what about the... er... hmm...”

“If you're working up to asking me what the sleeping arrangements will be, then you'll have your own room, but you'll be on call when I need you.”

“You've got this all worked out, haven't you, Miss?”

“Yes, it's not spur of the moment. I've been thinking along these lines for a while, but what's happened tonight has precipitated a decision.”

“I see...”

“You'll still be in a female-led relationship, darling, locked up 24/7, subject to strict rules and discipline, if that's what worries you. Nothing much will change in your life, except you'll be living next door with me instead of here. And I'll stop my search for a boyfriend of my own age! What do you say, Frank?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, “Let's do it!”

“But I do think it would be nice if you had a uniform to wear. What do you think?”

“Uh?”

“Yes! A housekeeper's uniform, Frank, for when you're in the house. Nothing fancy, you understand. I'm not talking French maids, more like a simple black dress with black tights. It would be erotic and add to the fun, don't you think?”

“I—”

“And maybe you wear a bra, so you get to learn first-hand why women are so keen to take them off at the first opportunity!” she continued, talking rapidly and with growing gusto.

“Well—”

“Come on, Frank, I'm sure it'll excite you.”

“Er... but... er... just in the house?”

“Yes! Well, and the garden, but not outside the property. I wouldn't want to embarrass you, Frank!” she replied, stifling a grin.

In the space of a day, my life had undergone an upheaval—my first caning, my first penetrative sex with Jessica, and now the prospect of new living arrangements. What was I letting myself in for? Yet, even as I thought of the changes, I was aware of my penis attempting, once again, to tumesce.

“Okay, Miss... yes, why not?”

“Good decision!” she concluded, smiling sweetly at me.