Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 19:04:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: MuskratSam
Subject: The Nanny

The Nanny (F/M, F/F, D/s, BD, Toys) by MuskratSam
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The Nanny Chapter 01
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As my first year of college came to an end, I started looking for
accommodation for the next year. I'd check the university's housing office
every morning,
 and just as things were looking particularly bleak I found an interesting
offer:

"Professional couple require not more than 15 hours child-care per week for
 an 18-mo boy, starting September, in return for room and board. Contact
Prof.  J.  Mackay, rm. 315 Tate Hall, x. 2145"

I'd never been a child-care worker, but I'd been a baby-sitter all my
teenage years, and they wouldn't be advertising here if they wanted someone
with Early Childhood Education credentials. More importantly, John Mackay
was a popular -- and dreamy -- young chemistry professor in my own faculty.
Everybody liked him, and it seemed safer than moving in with strangers.

I decided right away to apply for the job, and headed across campus to Tate

Hall. To my surprise, he greeted me by name when I knocked at his office
door:

"Christie! Hi. What can I do for you?"

I'd been in his introductory chemistry class in first term -- there were 50
 of us there and while I was a good student, I didn't think I'd ever done
anything to attract his attention.

"uh... Hi. I didn't know you even knew my name! I came to apply for your
nanny position."

"I try to remember all the students who aren't likely to drop out in the
first year. I also know that chemistry was an elective for you and hope you
realize that if we give you the job, I'll devote a lot of effort to
ensuring you change your major.

"Do you have a resume?"

"Sorry, not with me, I was just looking for a place to stay next year --
not looking for a job. But I can bring you one tomorrow morning."

"That's great, but if you can get it for me by this evening, how about you
come over for dinner and meet my wife -- the real employer? She has to
interview you anyway -- you can't imagine I could be permitted to select
the person we'll be entrusting our first-born to, can you?" He laughed, but
I was sure he was deadly serious.

My head was in a whirl at the speed this was happening, but I told him I
had a resume in my dorm, and he offered to pick me up there at 6.

Back in my dorm room, I quickly modified my resume to stress my
baby-sitting experience (who knew THAT would be the most important thing I
could mention!)  and printed it off. Then I thought about what to wear to
the interview.  First, it's dinner, so let's not wear something that will
show if I spill! Then, they want a nanny, so formal is probably not
required, but I don't want to show up in jeans. And finally I didn't have a
clue what Mrs.  Mackay was like. I didn't want her to think I was a slut,
only interested in the dreamy Professor John, but I did want her to see me
as a woman -- someone who could be trusted to look after a young child. I
finally decided on a print dress, that came up high enough to show almost
no cleavage, but low enough to show not much leg. The sort of dress,
depressingly, that my mother would have recommended. Oh, well. Life is
about compromise. Mom would have said that too...

I took the dress off again, planning to take a shower, but I had over an
hour to kill before Professor Mackay came to pick me up. John Mackay...

I sank back in the one comfy chair in the room and thought about John
Mackay.  Dark wavy hair. Piercing blue eyes. More muscled than you would
expect from a chemistry professor. Always a smile that suggests that the
two of you are sharing a private joke. Before I even realized what was
happening, my left hand hand had lifted my bra and was twisting my nipple,
and my right had wandered under my panties and started to tickle my clit. I
imagined John coming to me, telling me how things just weren't working with
his wife, and me commiserating.  Hugging him and saying that everything
would work out, but then feeling the bulge in his pants. As we both
realized what was happening, leaning towards each other and kissing, first
tenderly, then with hunger, as we ripped off each others clothes.

As the fantasy evolved, my fingers moved faster, and thrust deeper. Pretty
soon, my pussy was drenched and I had three fingers plunging deep while I
thumbed my love button. I stopped myself just long enough to reach into the
draw beneath my bed and pull out the 8 inch vibrator. This was not a job
for three stubby fingers, and I couldn't get any deeper without tearing my
arm off. I sank back in the armchair again, turned on the vibrator and
imagined John poised above me.  His glorious cock thrusting in and out, in
and out. I came in wave after wave and when it eventually stopped I was
exhausted.  Thank God my roommate had already gone home for the weekend!

I dragged myself into the shower. Thinking I needed to come down after
that, I tried turning the shower on cold, but that just made my nipples
harden and I turned the heat back on. I poured shampoo on the vibrator and
started to clean it, but as the shampoo foamed it looked like cum.
Immediately I was back in my fantasy. John was in my shower with me,
reaching around to wash my tits, I could feel his cock between my legs. I
leant forward but instead of pushing his rod into my pussy, I felt it
pressing against my ass. I moaned a feeble "no", but he kept pushing, and
then he was in. It hurt at first, but then the well-lubricated vibrator was
past the sphincter, and sliding more easily. I'd never been fucked in the
ass before, and was surprised to find how much I liked it. As John thrust
deeper and deeper, I fingered my pussy. Finally, as I felt him release his
load, I came all over my hand, and collapsed in the shower.

Eventually, I realized I was sitting on the floor of my shower with an 8
inch dildo embedded in my ass, and not more than 10 minutes left before
John came to pick me up. Making a quick decision, I reached above my head
for my razor and lotion, and began to shave my pussy. When I finished, I
stood, pulled the vibrator out of my ass (the sensation almost sending me
back into the fantasy!)  and washed it. After I finished my shower, I dried
off quickly and put on my sexiest panties and bra. Nobody was going to see
them tonight, but if I was going to wear an old-lady dress, I was
for-damn-sure going to feel like a sexy nymphet underneath!

I looked out the window just in time to see a black BMW pull up in front of
 the dorm. I didn't know any students who could afford Beemers, and it was
6 o'clock, so it had to be John. I threw on a pair of comfortable sandals
and ran down the stairs to meet him. As I slid into the passenger seat, my
skirt rode up my thigh, and I could sense John staring at my legs. Again,
my nipples stiffened, and my clit throbbed. But he just said "Hi" and threw
the car into gear as I wrapped the seatbelt around me. He then concentrated
on driving the 20 or so blocks to his home in the least possible time.
Men!

As soon as we pulled into his driveway, John's wife came to the door to
meet us.

"Cathy, this is Christie -- she wants to be our nanny in the Fall."

I could barely speak. If John was "dreamy", Cathy was a full-out
hallucination.  She was stunning. While I'd had one sexual experience with
a woman, and it had been fun, I had always only really been attracted to
men.  One look at Cathy had me wondering if I'd ever fantasize about John
again.  At about 5' 9" she was an inch shorter than me, and overall a
little slimmer, but she had enormous tits, and her low cut blouse was
showing her cleavage to its best advantage. Her straight black hair hung to
her waist, and below a very short skirt were the longest, most perfect,
legs I'd ever seen. I felt myself longing to run my hands up those legs and
under her skirt. I've always thought myself attractive, but beside Cathy I
felt completely inadequate.

"P-p-pleased to meet you Mrs. Mackay", I stammered.

She looked me straight in the eye, with a Mona Lisa smile that suggested
she knew exactly what I was thinking, and said:

"Oh, my name's not Mackay -- just call me Cathy. Come on in."

Cathy and John read my resume, and introduced me to their toddler Kevin. He
 was a curious little fellow, and I got down on the floor with him and
played awhile.  As I did, both parents watched attentively, and I couldn't
help feeling they were both paying more attention to me, than to my
interaction with their child.  Still, I was new to this family, and Kevin
was their only child, so they'd be understandably concerned about
me. Finally, Cathy announced that dinner was almost ready and told John to
put Kevin to bed. I offered to help, and stayed to read him his bedtime
story before John kissed him goodnight and we left for the dining room.

Over dinner, Cathy explained that she was pregnant again, and that by the
Fall she felt she might need a little extra help with Kevin, but that he
was in day-care and it would only consist of dropping him off and picking
up at the day-care centre on days when John couldn't and occasional evening
baby-sitting.  Of course, the baby was due around Christmas and, while both
Grandmothers could be counted on to be present for the immediate event,
they hoped that I might be willing to take on some extra hours of care for
pay in the new year.

"Do you mean I got the job?", I asked.

"Of course!", said Cathy. "John had made up his mind before he called me
this afternoon."

"He told ME that he wasn't allowed to make those kinds of decisions", I
said.

Cathy laughed. "I have utter confidence in his choices", she said
mysteriously.

After dinner, we relaxed over coffee, making arrangements for the coming
school year. Comfortable as I felt with these people, I was anxious to
leave. I could hardly wait to get back to my dorm to masturbate again.
Whenever I glanced at Cathy she seemed to be looking at me with that same
cryptic smile.

When John offered to give me a ride back to the dorm, I accepted
gratefully.  Cathy got up from her chair and came over to me.

"I know you have a summer job back home, but if it doesn't work out for any

reason feel free to come here early. Just let us know when you're coming."

With that she put her arms around me and hugged me tight. As her tits
rubbed against mine, it was all I could do not to moan.

Cathy whispered into my ear, "Welcome to our family, Christie." Then she
kissed me full on the lips! As I gasped with surprise, her tongue darted
inside and briefly touched mine. She stepped back and gave me that smile
again. I'm sure I flushed bright red. I stammered a good night, and almost
ran for the car.  As I rounded the car and John stepped out under the porch
light, I could see an enormous bulge in his pants. He'd been watching! And
he was turned on! I wasn't sure what to think, but fortunately John drove
back to the dorm with the same intensity as our earlier ride, and I was
quickly able to say goodnight and run inside to my room. Thankfully it was
the end of term and few girls were left around to stop me as I raced up
through the hallway.

In my room, I tore off my dress and slipped my hand inside my lacy pink
panties.  Thinking of that kiss, I imagined it was Cathy's hand on my
pussy, Cathy's tongue once again probing. I felt Cathy push me back on my
bed, her hands roaming up my thighs, then tugging gently at my sopping
panties until I lifted my hips slightly and she slowly drew them down my
legs, exposing my newly-shaved pussy. She moved up above me, slowly working
her fingers into my soaking crack as she unbuttoned her blouse, showing me
her beautiful breasts, with large dark nipples peeking over a half-bra.

"You want these, don't you?"

"Ohhh, yes! Please...", I moaned, fingering my own nipples as I released
them from my own bra. Cathy bent down over me, giving me her left nipple.
Reaching up, I fondled both breasts while taking the nipple between my
lips.  I rolled my tongue around it, marveling at it's size. Both of us
were breathing heavily now, and she knelt upright again, giving me a chance
to do what I'd wanted to do hours ago. I ran my hands up her thighs, as
Cathy removed her bra, freeing those wonderful boobs to hang above
me. Reaching under her tiny skirt I gently pulled down her black lace
panties. As she lifted first one knee and then the other to free them, I
got a close look at her own shaved pussy, already dripping with juices. As
she straddled my face, I grabbed her ass and drew her down so that I could
inhale that wonderful scent. Cathy pinched my nipples brutally, while I
licked and nibbled her clit, plunging my tongue deep into her love tunnel.
As she bucked and squirmed, I plunged my fingers into my own pussy to
lubricate them, then worked my index finger into her ass. She rode my face
even harder, but now leaned down to tongue my own cunt. I came immediately
with a scream, as Cathy did the same. I lapped and sucked wave after wave
of her lovely honey before we both collapsed, spent.

When I awoke, Cathy was gone of course. I wondered how I was going to last
4 months before I got to experience her (again?)


The Nanny Chapter 02
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I returned to university the week before the start of classes. I was going
to be a part-time nanny for John and Cathy, and we felt it best that I get
comfortable before the frantic registration week.

I'd been in regular email contact with Cathy, and knew they would meet me
at the train station. I was so excited to be returning that I must have
spent half the trip in the bathroom, masturbating. John, a university
professor, was widely believed to be the sexiest man on campus; and Cathy
was simply the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. If that wasn't enough, I
was pretty certain that they both wanted to make love to me. Last time I'd
met them, I'd been interviewing for the nanny position and had been trying
to make the sort of impression I expected they wanted. This time, I wanted
to get their attention.  My short blonde hair was in curls, makeup subdued
but carefully applied, my 32-B breasts in a push-up bra under a low-cut
blouse to show them at their best, a short skirt barely hiding white lace
panties, and stiletto heels to accentuate my legs -- though I could never
hope they'd look as good as Cathy's.

When we stopped at the platform, I could see both John and Cathy waiting,
with their toddler, Kevin, in a stroller. I grabbed my shoulder bag and let
the conductor hand me down from the car, as he casually looked up my skirt.
As John took my bag with one hand and hugged me with the other, planting a
kiss on my cheek, I casually let my left hand brush his crotch. He grinned
as he drew back, but just said "Hi Christie, welcome back."

Then Cathy had me in an embrace. Just as when we'd parted four months ago,
she kissed me full on the lips -- but this time, when her tongue darted
forth, I opened my lips and kissed her back deeply. We broke off and she
stepped back, a little flushed. I looked at them both. John with his dark
wavy hair, muscular looks, ready smile -- and now with a bulge in the front
of his pants.  Cathy with her waist-length black hair, slightly Eurasian
features, and the most beautiful tits and longest legs I'd ever
seen. Though she was slightly shorter than me, she'd more than made up the
difference with heels 2" taller than mine, and her skirt was shorter and
blouse lower.  Even in her 5th month of pregnancy, and showing noticeably,
she looked gorgeous.

"Welcome back, Christie -- is this all you have?" she asked.

"No, I have a big trunk that should be coming along any moment. Let's have
a seat while we wait for it -- your back must be killing you. Are you sure
you should be wearing those heels at this point?"

"Whose nanny are you anyway?" she laughed.

"I'm Kevin's nanny -- and yours if you need it!"

John laughed, and said, "I hope you can pull it off. She won't listen to
me."

As Cathy took a seat, she said, "You're right. I shouldn't wear heels, but
I wanted to look good for you. I am going to have to stop wearing shoes
like this, though."

I bent down to Kevin's level and looked him in the eye. "Hi, Kevin, do you
remember me?"

He just hid his head in his hands and giggled. At 18 months, I knew he had
some vocabulary, but I also knew he wouldn't remember me, as we'd met only
once almost a quarter of his life ago.

"Well, I'm Christie, and I'm going to help your Mommy and Daddy look after
you for a while."

We chatted for a while about the past summer, waiting for my luggage.
Despite their welcome, there was a tension in the air -- and strangely it
didn't seem to be over me. Both of them would chat happily to me, but they
didn't seem to be talking to each other. I wasn't sure what was going on,
but they still seemed to want me -- in all senses of the word -- so I
figured it would work out.

When the baggage handlers brought in my trunk, John's eyes goggled.

"No wonder, you only needed ONE piece of luggage!"

"Oh, really, it's not that bad. After all, I knew I didn't need the kitchen

sink. Besides which: it's got wheels! It's not even full, and the rest is
almost entirely clothes."

"Oh, yes. Women and clothes..."

"OK, I admit that there's a bit more fabric in most of my outfits than the
ones I've seen Cathy wear."

Now it was Cathy's turn to sputter: "Not ALL my outfits are skimpy, you
know!"

John agreed. "Absolutely! You should see the dress she wore to her
grandmother's funeral -- which she still has -- it reached almost to the
knee!"

"But it was VERY heavy," Cathy almost pleaded, "and it showed no cleavage
at all."

We all laughed, and John and Cathy shared a smile for the first time since
I'd arrived. Then John suggested I take my shoulder bag back, Cathy could
take Kevin, and he'd handle the trunk. Cathy and I simultaneously started a
chorus of "Macho, macho, man", but burst into giggles as we realized we'd
had the same thought. With an exaggerated air of wounded pride, John
stalked off to get the trunk, as Cathy and I walked, arms around each
other, to the exit.

"I hope we're not going to try to get that trunk into John's BMW!"

"No," said Cathy, "I have a Volvo wagon. Though, we might have to leave the

hatch open..."

In the end, the trunk didn't even fill the back of the wagon. As he rolled
it into the back of the car, John exclaimed "Thank the gods, I'm a citizen
of the 21st century! Mankind invented the wheel thousands of years ago, but
it took until the end of the 20th to put them on the luggage."

"Oh, big deal, tough guy! I had to get that trunk TO the train station."

"You did not?" he said, with amazement.

"OK, you're right," I admitted, "Daddy did it."

"Ah-hah! I knew it." and we all laughed again.

When we arrived back at my new home, I helped John lug the trunk upstairs,
where I had a room with ensuite bathroom next to Kevin's (the master
bedroom being on the main floor), then Cathy sent him back down to start
the barbecue for dinner, saying that she'd help me unpack. We enjoyed
ourselves checking out my clothes -- Cathy exclaiming when she realized we
had the same shoe size. She said that, since I wasn't going to let her wear
heels for the rest of the year, I could borrow any I wanted, and I offered
her the use of any of my clothes that I wasn't currently wearing.

"But if you pop off any buttons, I expect you to sew them back on!"

She looked at my chest critically, and sadly announced: "Yes, you can
borrow my clothes too, but I suppose I'll have to show you where the safety
pins are." We roared with laughter, but then Cathy squealed "I need to use
your bathroom!" and ran for the door.

When she came back, she sheepishly admitted that you could never be far
from a bathroom when you were pregnant, and you couldn't afford to laugh
too hard, if the bathroom was more than three steps away! Just then, John
called us down for dinner.

Over dinner, the tension returned. I couldn't understand what it was about,
 but Cathy and John barely even looked at each other. John and I talked
about Chemistry (his field) and wine (mine!), and he told me that if I
didn't like the Viognier we were drinking (Cathy, virtuously sticking to
water), he'd be happy to let me stock his wine racks while I was with
them. I said that the wine was great, but I jumped at the chance to choose
for him -- as a student of Oenology, I couldn't actually afford to drink
many of the wines I studied.

As the conversation petered out, and Cathy didn't seem to be showing any
interest in joining in, I decided that it was probably best to leave them
alone.

Truthfully, I announced, "I had to get up very early this morning, so
thanks for everything, but I'm ready for bed."

"OK, Christie, sleep well. You should know that John probably won't be here
 when you get up -- he's catching a plane for Toronto early in the morning,
and he'll be gone for three days, doing something at the U of T."

"Oh, that's too bad, John. I'm sure Cathy and I can use the time to get to
know each other, though. Have a safe trip."

The next morning, I woke to the sound of raised voices, then the door
slamming.  I looked at the clock and it was 5 a.m. I shuffled downstairs to
the kitchen, just wearing an oversized T-shirt. As I got there, I heard a
soft snuffling.

"Cathy? Are you alright?"

She turned to look at me, with tears on her cheeks and her eyes puffy and
red.  She was dressed like me, but as always her T-shirt was shorter and
showed more cleavage.

"Oh, sorry, did we wake you? It's nothing really, it's just silly."

Cathy turned away from me, but her shoulders heaved.

"What is it?"

"Ohhhh... I'm fat and I'm ugly, and John doesn't even want to have sex with
 me, even when he's going away for a week." she wailed.

I stepped up behind her and hugged her.

"Cathy, you're not fat, you're not ugly, and it's only three days", I said
as I looked over her shoulder at her fantastic tits.

I put my hands on her expanding belly. "This is not fat -- you're taut as a

drum!"

Moving my hands up her abdomen, I cupped her enormous, beautiful breasts.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and they felt incredible. "These," I exclaimed,
"are the finest jugs I've ever seen! I weep to think I'll never have tits
like yours." I felt her nipples harden beneath my palms.

Then, still cupping her left breast, I moved my right hand down to her
thigh.  "And this is only half of a pair, of the longest, most unbelievable
legs, in existence. Including Tina Turner's at her prime!"

Cathy's breath was coming in short gasps, now. I dragged my thumb up the
inside of her thigh, under her T-shirt, to her panties.

"Ah-ah-are y-y-you c-c-coming on to me..." she stammered.

I whispered into her ear, "am I being too subtle?" as I hooked the band of
her panties with my thumb and then slid two fingers under, to her already
moistening vulva.

"No!"

If I was in any doubt whether that was an answer to my question, or a
demand to stop, she twisted towards me and kissed me deeply. It seemed an
eternity -- our hands roving over each other's bodies -- our lips locked,
and tongues entwined -- that we stood there. When we broke off, both
breathing heavily, I felt as if I'd never been kissed before.

She looked at me, with her Mona Lisa smile, and said "Come back to bed with
 me."

Taking me by the hand, she dragged me down the hall to her bedroom. We
kissed again at the door, then again as we stood by the bed. Finally, she
reached down and pulled my T-shirt over my head.

I reached to do the same for her, but Cathy pushed me back on the bed, just
 as she had in my fantasy four months ago. Her hands roamed up my thighs,
then teased gently at the lips of my freshly-shaved pussy. She moved up
above me, slowly working her fingers into my now soaking slit as she drew
her shirt over her head, showing me her beautiful breasts and large dark
nipples, exactly as I'd imagined them.

"You want these, don't you?" echoed the voice of my fantasy.

"Ohhh, yes! Please..."

I moaned, fingering my own nipples . Cathy bent down over me, giving me her

right nipple. Reaching up, I fondled both breasts while taking the nipple
between my lips. I rolled my tongue around it, no longer marveling at it's
size -- it was as if I'd already done this. She knelt upright again, giving
me a chance to do what I'd wanted to do months ago. I ran my hands up her
thighs, and gently pulled down her tiny panties. As she lifted first one
knee and then the other to free them, I got a close look at her own shaved
sex, already dripping with juices.

I wanted to taste her, but as I reached to draw her towards me, she
slithered out of my grasp, sliding down the bed until her face was above my
lower lips.

"I've been wanting to taste you all summer!"

"Me, too," I gasped, as her tongue touched my swollen button. "I've -- ohhh
 -- hardly been able to think of anything else -- aahhh! -- for months."
The touch of her tongue and fingers was electric. As two fingers parted my
labia, and her tongue and lips lashed my clit, tremors began to race
through my body. Her skilled fingers spread me wider, and I stretched my
legs to accommodate.  As the tension built, and it was all I could do not
to cry out, two things happened at once. Cathy slipped the index finger of
one hand inside the rosebud of my asshole, while the fingers of her other
found my G-spot. While I knew I could take more than one finger up my ass
-- I'd had my favorite vibrator there often over the last few months --
nobody else had ever penetrated me there. The sensations were
unbelievable. Suddenly I came in waves as I reached a simultaneous vaginal
and clitoral climax. Cum began to squirt from my pussy, and Cathy lapped it
up.

"Ohmigod, Cathy" I gasped, when I could finally connect two thoughts again.
 "How did you do that -- I've never come like that before in my life."

"Your very young life, Miss Christie. I'll show you much more if you stick
around."

"Trust me, I'm sticking -- but right now, it's your turn. I need to eat
you."

"Yes, Nanny, whatever you say."

Cathy started to slide up above me, but I wasn't having any of that. I
grabbed her shoulders and threw her over on her back, quickly straddling
her hips.

"Oh no, you don't! I'm not letting you have all the fun. I'm in control
now."

We wrestled a bit, but I was bigger and had her pinned -- besides which,
I'm pretty sure she was letting me win! I leaned forward and kissed her
hard, plunging my tongue deep insider her mouth, tasting deeply of my own
juices. As she responded, I tweaked her nipples in turn, startlingly a
little shriek from her each time. When she tried to respond in kind, I
caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, inspiring her to try to
catch my tit in her teeth. I arched my back away from her and laughed.

"Ha-ha, old lady. You'll never catch my taut young breasts like that. I
don't have saggy tits like some here."

Cathy snarled at me playfully. "Ungrateful child! After all I just did for
you."

I spun around, catching her forearms beneath my legs before she had a
chance to move. I looked down at her, between my legs, trying in vain to
reach my cunt with her tongue. I kneaded her huge, wonderful, not remotely
saggy, breasts, as she wriggled beneath me, unable to make contact, with
either hands or mouth.

"Now spread your legs for Nanny. Show me that delectable pussy."

She did as I ordered, and I stroked the length of her slit.

"Wider."

She tried, and her thighs started to quiver.

"Wider."

Her thighs were trembling now, and I reached down to push them even further

apart, then lowered my head to her mound, licking downward to spread her
lips with my tongue. She moaned softly, completely captive and unable to
prevent me having my way with her. As I licked and nibbled, I began to
probe her vagina with first one, then two, fingers. As she writhed beneath
me, I sucked hard on her clit, only to release it with a snap. Her hips
bucked, and my hand began to move faster, in and out of her pussy. I could
feel the tension building in her, her moans interspersed with sobs of
futility as she tried to lift her head far enough to tongue me. I added a
third, and then a fourth finger, plunging into her sopping box until I
forgot about her hands and she slipped one loose and grasped my thigh,
pulling my once again throbbing clit to her hungry mouth. As her lips found
my hot button, I plunged my own tongue deep into her love channel. Our
orgasms came simultaneously -- Cathy's scream muffled by my thighs, but my
own seemed loud enough to wake Kevin upstairs.

Finally, spent -- and still hearing no sound from Kevin -- I wrapped my
arms around Cathy and we fell back to sleep for what was left of the night.



The Nanny Chapter 03
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When the alarm woke us at 7, Cathy kissed me hungrily, but then pulled back
and looked at me seriously.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Unless you want to spend the day babysitting, Kevin,
I need to introduce you to the staff at the daycare, so that you can pick
him up in the afternoons. And, I'm a poor helpless woman of great girth,
who could use some help in the shower."

"Great girth, indeed. These wondrous tits are easily 40 inches across!" I
said, caressing them both.

"Not those, idiot! My belly!"

"Bah! You're barely even 5 months pregnant. Though, I'll be happy to help
you in the shower, anyway."

"Well, hurry, then. I need to be at work by 8:30, so no more time for
games."

"Awwww," I pouted.

"Sorry, but we have two whole nights to play before John comes home. So
cheer up. Now... my back needs scrubbing." Cathy slipped out of bed and
headed for the bathroom.

"Wow! The view from this side is almost as good as the other."

Cathy laughed, and wiggled her fine ass to the bathroom. I gave her time to
 pee, then as I heard the shower turned on, I hopped up and ran to help.

"About time you got here, Nanny. I can't reach my back."

I started to lather up her back, while Cathy worked shampoo into her
waist-length hair. Striving to do a good job, I worked my way down her
back, careful to get every inch. Working my sudsy fingers down her
butt-crack, I reached around to cup her left breast.

Breathing heavily, Cathy panted, "I ... thought ... I said ... no time ...
for play."

I slid my lower hand further, between her thighs, and murmured in her ear,
"I thought you might be having difficulty reaching these parts, too".

She turned to me, "Please... I need to be at work on time, but I promise to
 come home as early as possible."

"Oh, you're such a spoilsport. We can find five minutes."

"No! Seriously."

I pushed her back to the wall of the shower, and kissed her hard, caressing
 her breasts. Just as she started to respond, I drew back, taunting:
"Sorry, no time!"

"Ooh, you big tease. I love you dearly and want you always, but already I
can see there are times that a big cock is just easier and more
satisfying."

We finished up without too many more interruptions, and got Kevin fed and
ready for day-care. After a quick breakfast ourselves, we bundled Kevin
into his car seat and set off. After introductions, and signed
authorizations that I was permitted to pick up Kevin in his parent's place,
Cathy got back in her car, while I opted to walk the five blocks back to
the house.

Before she left, she rolled down the window and I leaned in. Cathy grabbed
me quickly, and kissed me hard. "Soon!" and then she was gone.

I spent the rest of the day getting ready for the start of school, except
for a quick trip to a friend's where I'd left my bicycle for the summer,
and then downtown to a store I knew. Cathy called in the early afternoon to
tell me that she could be home by 4, and that she'd pick Kevin up on the
way.

"Don't worry, he won't be interested in what we're doing!"

When Cathy arrived home, I heard the garage door open, and quickly finished
 my preparations. As she opened the door into the kitchen, I stood there
waiting, wearing only a black lace teddy, and a pair of Cathy's tallest
black pumps.

Kevin was holding Cathy's hand as he stood on the step up from the garage.

"Nanny!" he cried, running to me and hugging my bare legs.

"Hi Kevin, you remember me!" I said, with surprise.

Cathy shone her enigmatic smile at the two of us, and then told Kevin to go
 to the living room and play with his fire truck. As he toddled off, she
looked me up and down.

"Oh, Christie, you look good enough to eat."

"I'll hold you to that."

She stepped in close, looking up at me, now. Since I'd forbidden her to
wear heels in her condition, I had a six inch height advantage. I took her
head in my hands and leaned down to kiss her lips. Cathy melted into me as
our lips touched, opened, and tongues entwined. Unlike our previous
encounters, there was no frenzy, no hunger, just two lovers exploring each
other. We kissed and caressed each others bodies for five minutes, before
Cathy groaned and pulled away.

"I'd love to do that all night, but I need to get off my feet."

"Your bath is prepared -- go and get ready, and I'll put Kevin in his play
pen and join you in a moment."

A couple of minutes later, with Kevin happily playing with his truck in the
 play pen in the living room, I entered the master bedroom. Cathy was just
finishing undressing, bent over her bed with her ass exposed to me in all
its glory.  I stared at her as if I'd never seen her before. I couldn't
believe my luck, that such a person had entered my life.

Hearing me enter, Cathy turned to me and gave me that smile again. I melted
 as she lifted my teddy revealing first my shaved pussy, then my belly, and
finally my small, firm, tits. As she lifted it over my head, her mouth came
to a nipple and tongued it gently but firmly. I grasped her head, and held
her to me for a moment, but then pulled back a little.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

"Oh, Christie, I need you so much!"

"But first, you need a bath!"

Taking her hand, I led her to the bathroom, where the whirlpool tub was
humming gently. Kicking off the shoes, I stepped into the bubble-filled
tub, then helped her in. I sat down and pulled her down to me, leaning her
back against my breasts. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight.

"Christie, darling, this is heaven."

We sat there relaxing for a few minutes, before I reached for the soap and
started to wash her carefully, from top to bottom. When I had her clean, I
told her to sit up, stood, and placed myself in front of her.

"Now, what did you say about 'good enough to eat'?"

I thrust my pussy at her face. As I moved forward, she was forced to rest
her head on the edge of the tub, looking up at my nether lips.

I lowered myself to her face.

"Now, eat me, love. Show me how much you need me."

Cathy raised her hands to stroke my inner thighs, as her tongue caressed my

clit.

"Oooh, that's it baby. Eat me. Ohhh -- more ... that's it, oh, yes..."

I took her finger from my cunt, brought the hand to my face, and sucked on
it, as I looked at her lying beneath me, eyes closed, sucking hungrily.

"That's my girl. Oh, yes," as the hand I wasn't holding inserted three
fingers into my cunt. As she nibbled my button, she began thrusting faster
and faster with her hand. Taking back the hand I was licking, she reached
around and pushed her index finger up my ass. That was all it took.

"Oh God, I'm coming!! Aahhhhhhhhh!"

When I came, my juices flowed like a waterfall. Quickly, Cathy's face was
drenched, though she was lapping up as much as she could. I collapsed back
into the tub with a splash.

Cathy just lay back with a contented smile, playing with my pussy with her
big toe.

We lay there for a few minutes, luxuriating in the warmth, the bubbles, and
 the caressing jets. When I stood, Cathy started to rise too.

"You just lie there for a while, love. I'll dry off, and then help you."

"It's wonderful being so pampered," she sighed.

"Pampered? Is that what it's called? Anyway, I thought you were doing all
the work -- and doing it VERY well, I might add. Thank you."

"Don't be silly, Christie. You don't need to thank me for anything. But...
I wonder what I'm going to do about John?"

"Now, it's my turn -- don't be silly! Surely, you're not thinking 'this
changes everything; I have to dump John'? It's not 'what am I going to do
about John', it's 'what are WE going to do' -- and I have an idea."

"Oh! What?", she sat up suddenly.

"Never you mind. We have two whole days to ourselves before he comes back,
and we'll talk about it later. I promise you, though, that I won't do
anything without your complete support."

"How, on earth, did you come into my life, Christie?"

"I believe a certain horny professor was looking for a certain type of
horny co-ed..."

"Oh, yes, that." We laughed.

"You know, you were the first person to respond to our ad?"

"That's not surprising -- I was getting pretty desperate to find a place to
 live for this term, and I was at the housing office before the doors
opened.  I wouldn't be surprised if a certain horny professor wasn't
lurking, watching to see just who was that anxious! I was getting worried
that I'd have to take up my friend Jill's offer -- which was a little
awkward. Jill was my first woman-on-woman experience, and it convinced me
that I wasn't at all attracted to women. The sex was great, but I kept
alternating between wishing she was a guy -- or at least that she had a
cock -- and thinking that 'I've got toys that can do that...' And then,
last April, you kissed me...".

"So now you think you're a Lesbian?"

"NO! ... I don't know. I only know... I love YOU."

"Oh, Christie, you're so refreshingly young. I know you're not much younger
 than me, but six or seven years makes all the difference, sometimes. I'm
pretty sure I'm heterosexual, too. Look at TV ads; watch porn; who turns
you on? For me, 99 times out of a hundred, it's a man. When John suggested
getting a nanny, I honestly thought I wanted you for the help! It's not
like the sex was a surprise -- we had talked about sharing another person
even before we were married, and we'd decided we'd alternate between a man
and a woman. John was even decent enough to let me choose our first, male,
partner. He had right of refusal -- if you're going to do something like
that, everybody has to want it -- but I chose the guy, and John agreed that
it would, at least, be an interesting experience.  In fact, we all had fun
until he moved away for a post-doc. So, when he wanted to bring you in as a
nanny, I thought we'd all have sex, it would be fun, and 'with luck' you
would be happy to stay with us for a term, or even a whole school year. But
what I really wanted was somebody to help with Kevin, because one kid was
'motherhood' and two is already beginning to feel like a chore, and she
isn't even born!

"Now, already, I'm scared that you'll ever leave us..."

"Cathy, I told you, I love you. I don't know if I even believe in love at
first sight, but I was caught when you first kissed me. As long as we can
work things out with John, and I really think we can, I'm with you as long
as you'll have me."

I reached down to help her out of the tub, wrapping her in the bath sheet
as she stood. Her eyes roamed the length of my body, and she said, "I can't
believe my nanny has such a glorious body!"

"Come on! Next to you, I have no tits and my legs are stumps!"

"Sweetie, I admit, I have bounteous bosoms, but they're strictly
time-limited.  One day, possibly soon, they'll just be these enormous
dangly things. Your body is lithe, and tight, and ... God, I think I'm
going to come again...

She sagged into my arms. She was faking it ... I think.

As I toweled her dry, Kevin started to cry.

"OK," I said, "I know I'm the nanny, but I'm working on supper -- so YOU
have to change his diaper, and I'll finish dinner!"

"Deal," Cathy said, "I don't even remember advertising for a cook!"

"Just wrap a towel around your hair, and I'll brush it out for you when you

finish with Kevin."

I put on John's bath-robe, kissed her slowly and headed for the kitchen.

Dinner was a spatchcocked chicken, miniature potatoes, baby carrots and
green beans, with a spinach-pear-blue cheese salad, and a Marlborough Pinot
Noir for me and soda water for Cathy. Both of us dressed only in
bathrobes...  Afterwards, we put Kevin to bed.

"What story do you want, Kevin?", Cathy asked.

"Nanny! Nanny!"

"Oh, I think he wants you to read it," Cathy's face collapsed.

I kissed her lips, gently: "You're being silly again. I'm just a novelty to
 him.  I plan to be around long enough to seriously challenge you for
motherhood rights, but he doesn't know that, yet."

"You're right, sorry."

"Kevin, how about I read you a story, then Mommy reads you one? Two
stories!  What would you like me to read?"

"abacadadabebewebewe!"

"What?"

Cathy laughingly handed me a much abused book. It had obviously been in the

bathtub at least once, chewed on frequently, and was clearly a great
favorite.

"I think this is what he wants."

Before Cathy had finished her story, Kevin was fast asleep.

Later, we sat in the dimly lit living room, cuddled together on the couch,
telling each other our histories. Kissing languidly and caressing each
other's bodies. I don't think I'd ever been so comfortable with another
person in my life -- man, woman, boy or girl. I'd brushed out her hair as
promised before supper, but now I picked up the brush again and began to
stroke it steadily. In the dim light, her lustrous black hair began to show
highlights that looked almost blond.

"Come... it's time for bed [it was nine o'clock!], and I have a surprise
for you!"

Cathy turned to gaze into my eyes -- "another one!"

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Sliding her robe off her
shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, I admired her body.

"My very own goddess!", I breathed. Pushing her back onto the bed, I said:
"Wait, now."

I went into the bathroom and opened the bag I'd left there and removed the
item I'd purchased that afternoon from "Venus and Adonis". Returning to the
bedroom, still wearing John's bathrobe, I stared at Cathy's amazing body.

"Do you remember the last thing you said before we got up this morning?"

"Er... No? I'm sorry, but my mind is sex-addled. What are you talking
about?"

"You said that you loved me dearly, but..."

"Oh, yes! I love your butt dearly..."

"Not quite, dear one. You said, 'there are times you just need a big cock'.
 I don't have one, but..."

I let the robe fall open to show the large strap-on dildo I'd just
purchased.

"Do you think this might do?"

"OHMIGOD CHRISTIE -- ENOUGH TALK, JUST FUCK ME!!"

"I'll take that as a yes!"

I climbed onto the bed, and slowly worked my way up between her legs,
kissing and caressing as I went.

"Please..."

I ignored her, stroking her thighs and pussy, leaning down to lick her
belly, then up to her huge orbs. Taking her left nipple between my lips,
sucking it in, rolling it round my tongue, before nipping it with my teeth,
and repeating the process for the right teat.

Sliding my right hand between her thighs, and up to her hot box, I could
tell she was ready for me.

I positioned my shaft at the entrance to her cleft: "I hope I can do this
right -- I've never used one of these..."

"SHUTUPDAMNYOU!! INEEDTOBEFUCKED!"

Tentatively pushing the dildo at the entrance to her vagina, I tried to
inch forward. Cathy was having none of it -- she grabbed my hips and hauled
me towards her, as she thrust her pelvis at me. Suddenly, the full length
of the dildo was sheathed deep within her.

"ohhhhhh....." she sighed, and a beatific smile came across her face. She
pulled my head down to hers, kissing me deeply. Suddenly, she twisted my
nipple, while bucking her hips. I got the message, and started to pound the
dildo in and out, as hard as I could. As we both came close to climax, her
lips sought my tits.  Reaching under her, I lifted her head to suckle at my
left breast. With my tit filling her mouth she began to moan -- the sound
reverberating right through the nipple and seemingly down to my clit. I
pushed harder and harder into her channel, somehow trying to BE a man for
her. Finally, as she came, she bit hard on my teat, and I exploded against
her.

When I could finally think again, I stood up and unfastened the strap-on.

"Oh, honey, the sheets are soaked. Why don't we just strip the bed, and go
upstairs and sleep in mine?"

Cathy, just lay there smiling.

"OK, I have an even better idea -- get up, and go upstairs to my bed, and
I'll be there in a minute."

I took her hand and pulled her upright. We kissed again, and she grinned at
 me, then flounced out of the bedroom. When I got to my own room, she was
comfortably lying at the far side of the queen-sized bed, watching me. As I
got into bed, she turned over so that I could snuggle up against her
back. I wrapped my arms around her, and she asked --

"So how do WE deal with John?"

"Do you trust me, love?"

"Of course!"

"Well, he's a man -- surely once the blood supply rushes to his cock, his
brain is just as useless as any man's. So why not let me, let him, seduce
me -- and then catch us in the act. He can't possibly imagine throwing you
over for me, so he'll surely do anything you demand."



The Nanny Chapter 04
============================================================================

I'd been hired to be a part-time nanny for Cathy and John for the school
term (John was a professor at my university), but when I arrived a week
before classes, John promptly had to fly out of town, and Cathy and I, left
to our
 own devices -- pun at least partially intended -- got to know each other
rather better than I had expected (though not better than I had hoped!).

Cathy and I enjoyed two more days of "honeymoon sex" before John was due
home.  She was leery of my plan, but couldn't come up with a better one
herself, so as it came time for somebody to drive out to the airport to
meet him, she reluctantly agreed to go ahead.

"But take HIS car!"

"I intended to. Yours is too big -- I don't want him even thinking about
trying to make out in the back seat. And I want him off-balance, and I
suspect he's very attached to that car, so he's going to insist on driving
it back himself.  He might expect me to drive if it was your car.

"If things are working as planned, I'll call and tell you his plane's been
delayed due to a snowstorm in Toronto."

"Christie! It's the first week of September!"

"Sure, but everyone knows it's always winter in Canada. That way, if I call
 and tell you his plane's delayed for any other reason, you know his
plane's been delayed."

"OK, then. We need to get you dressed. Let's go upstairs and see what
you've got."

After looking through my closet, Cathy picked a charcoal bra-top dress with
 a deep plunging neckline.

"The hemline's a bit low... but he'll love the top! Do you have shoes to go
 with it?"

I showed her the sandals I'd usually wear.

"Oh, those won't do. Good thing we have the same size feet -- I have just
the thing."

She helped me get ready, then took me downstairs to her own closet and
picked out a pair of three-inch wedges to match my dress.

"Now, you'll see eye-to-eye -- or at least he won't have to look down too
far when he's hoping to see you pop out of that dress!"

We went out to his BMW together and, as I sat in the driver's seat, Cathy
leaned in and kissed me.

"Good luck."

"Don't wait up!" I closed the door and hit the garage opener.

John's plane was on time and as he only had a carry-on, he was one of the
first out of the arrivals area. He spotted me immediately and hurried over.

"Christie! Where's Cathy?"

"Oh, you know, between the pregnancy and a hard day at the office, she's
exhausted, and I'm still on summer vacation, so I volunteered to come for
you.  Besides which, it gave me an excuse to drive your Beemer." I held his
keys out to him, as a pained expression briefly crossed his face.

"Well, it's good to see you!"

As he reached to give me a hug, and to take the keys, I pulled them back
slightly, and suddenly (purely by accident!) he was in my arms, and the
kiss he had planned to place on my cheek, fell full on my lips. I tightened
the clinch, and opened my mouth to him. Surprised as he was, he smoothly
took full advantage. We kissed for five minutes, there in the middle of the
airport concourse, oblivious to everything around. He was careful not to
touch me anywhere too inappropriate for a public place, but his cock was
straining, and since I was grinding my mound on it, it wasn't going to
relax any time soon!

"Oh, Christie -- I want you so badly," he whispered in my ear, as we broke
for breath. "I've wanted you since the day you walked into my office."

"I know," I murmured back. "If you have a place we can go, I can call Cathy
 and tell her your plane was delayed -- we can steal at least a couple of
hours."

"I just happen to have the keys to a pretty cool condominium," he said with
 a lascivious grin. "One of my colleagues has been working at a university
in Germany through the summer, and will only get back just in time for the
start of classes next week."

"Perfect! I'll call Cathy and give her the sad news" -- I licked my lips,
and tried to look lustful. It wasn't a look I'd had much practice with, but
it seemed to do the job. I pulled out my phone and pushed the speed dial.

"Cathy. I'm here, but the plane's been delayed. I think it's snowing in
Toronto, or something ... Yeah, I'll just get a drink and a snack of some
sort, and I'll call when the plane gets in ... Sure, don't wait up! ... OK,
see you in the morning. Bye."

"There, that's settled. It'll probably take at least two hours to get the
runways cleared, and the plane de-iced."

John was laughing aloud now. "Do you know what Toronto is LIKE at this time
 of year? It was 104 degrees when I got to the airport!"

"I know that -- I'm an enology major, remember -- they have two wine
regions
 in Ontario. But most people think Canada is all polar bears and igloos.
Anyway, if she even bothers to check the weather, I'll just say I was
kidding, because it was probably some security thing and the airline
wouldn't even publicly admit there was a delay. Everybody's so paranoid
these days that that will always work.

"Now, let's get out of here."

I put my arm around his waist and leaned in close as we walked out to the
parking lot. When we got to his car and threw his bag in the trunk, we
kissed again, and this time he tried to get his hand up my skirt. I slapped
it.

"You ARE a bad boy, aren't you? Nanny might have to do something about
that."

His momentary shocked look quickly turned into a sly grin -- as if he was
challenging me to follow through on my threat. Suddenly, I started to get
ideas...

Of course, as soon as he started the car, the other John appeared. I'd
discovered the day I met him that when John drives, he's single-minded. I
suppose that's a good thing in a driver, but it puts a damper on a
seduction. He drove at the maximum speed he expected to be able to get away
with, on the shortest possible route. I'm not sure he even knew I was in
the car anymore -- I'm certain he didn't hear me when I tried to talk to
him.  Anyway, in 20 minutes he was pulling into the visitor parking of a
luxury condo just north of the university, and as he switched off the
engine, suddenly he was the guy I'd met at the airport again. He jumped out
and by the time I had my seat-belt unfastened he was opening my door and
offering me his hand.

We took the elevator to the top floor. As the door closed he tried to
fondle me.

"Uh-uh! Bad boy. Wait!"

He looked chagrined, but kept his hands to himself.

At the far end of the hall, he opened the door to a beautiful wood-toned
apartment. The living room was two stories high, and the master bedroom was
 a loft overlooking the living room.

As he closed the door behind us, I pressed my palm to his chest and looked
him up and down. Then I walked slowly around him, letting my fingers trail
across his chest and shoulders.

"You ARE a naughty boy! Cheating on your wife. Trying to get your hand
under my dress in public. Inappropriate touching in the
elevator. Obviously, Nanny is going to have to discipline you."

His face flushed, and his breathing quickened. I could see his cock rising
rapidly.

"Take off your clothes ... Wait! Give me your belt first."

He handed me his belt, meekly, then started to remove his shirt. Not
bothering with the buttons, he just dragged it over his head and dropped it
on the floor.  Then, hopping on one foot at a time, he dragged off his
pants and socks. I could see a wet spot already on his briefs, as he tugged
them over his very impressive erection. He slid them down his legs and
stepped out of them, then looked at me expectantly.

"Were you born in a barn!" I yelled in his face. "Pick up those clothes and
 fold them neatly!" As he bent over to pick up his shirt, I landed a sharp
crack on his butt with his belt. He yelped -- and I almost came on the
spot.  This was FAR more fun than I'd been expecting! I'd never been into
dominance games, but then I'd never known any submissives. He quickly
folded his clothes and lay them on the nearest chair.

"Right. This is what we're going to do." I reached out and took his chin
firmly in my hand and stared into his eyes.

"You are going to obey my every command.

"You will obey my commands, instantly.

"You will speak only when permitted, and you will be properly respectful.

"Finally, you will not come, until I permit it.

"Hesitation will be punished.

"Disrespect will be punished.

"Disobedience will be punished more severely.

"Do you understand?"

"Ye-e-ss", he whispered.

"Yes, what! Is that respectful?"

"S-s-s-sorry. Yes ... mistress."

"That's better. You can call me Mistress, or you can call me Nanny.

"Now, turn around and bend over." I landed two sharp lashes, one on each
butt-cheek. "That's for disrespect."

He sobbed, but managed to say, "Thank you, Nanny."

"Very good, boy. Is that the bedroom, upstairs?"

"Yes, Nanny."

"Lead the way, then."

We climbed the stairs, with me strapping him every few steps. His bum was
turning a lovely shade of red, and his prick seemed to be getting even
stiffer.  Excellent -- the bedroom contained a lovely brass bed.

"Now, undress me!"

For the first time, he needed no encouragement, and he removed my dress
carefully, then folded it and placed on the night-stand. Returning, he
knelt before me and slid my now soggy thong down my thighs. As I stepped
out of it, I ordered him to lick me. Not surprisingly, he turned out to be
very proficient -- having tasted his wife's pussy, I wasn't at all
surprised. I was new to eating pussy, but I wanted to eat Cathy's often,
and wanted to do it well, so maybe I'd let him give me some pointers,
later. I stood there, legs apart, with him kneeling in front of me, lapping
avidly at my hole, and tonguing my clit.  I felt the climax approaching and
grabbed him by the hair, grinding my pussy on his nose and mouth. Suddenly,
I noticed what he was doing with his hands, and lashed him across his back.

"What do you think you're doing? Did I give you permission to relieve
yourself?  What are the rules?"

He stammered, "uh ... I m-m-must obey you instantly ... I-I must b-be
respectful ..."

"What else?"

"I forget Mistress!" he wailed.

"Typical boy. 'You will not come, until I permit it'. I'll have to write
you a catechism.

"Now, turn back the sheets and lay face down on the bed."

I strapped him twice more -- "That's for forgetting the rules." Then I
strapped him another two times -- "and that's for ruining my orgasm. Stay
in that position."

I looked in the closet and found what I wanted -- a tie-rack. I removed two
nice silk ones and returned to the bed.

"Give me your right hand."

He did, and I quickly tied it to the headboard.

"Now, roll over."

I tied his left hand to the other side of the bed. "Now we will finish what
 you started."

I squatted over him, and lowered my still throbbing pussy to his face. He
needed no more urging and started tonguing me again. He took my clit
between his lips, and ran his tongue around and around it, occasionally
thrusting deep with his tongue, or sucking my clit deep into his
mouth. This time, my needs were quickly met, and again I came in
squirts. To think that I didn't even know I could do that three days ago!

"Get every drop boy -- you don't want to have to explain to your friend how
you ruined his mattress!"

He kept tonguing my clit, as I rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples and
 I came again -- with a scream. As the waves subsided, I leaned forward and
took his throbbing cock in my hand.

"Very good, boy. Now I'm going to do something for you. But I'm not going
to let you come tonight. I'm sending you home to your wife. You'll wake
her, if necessary, and fuck her till she screams like that. If you do a
good enough job, I'll let you come to my room and do the same for me after
she goes back to sleep. Now, don't stop licking me..."

I stared with fascination at his cock. I didn't have a whole lot of
experience, but it looked larger than most of the ones I'd had -- and
definitely larger than the strap-on I'd used on his wife. I wrapped my left
hand around the base, and my right hand above it, and the head was still
well exposed. Yummy! I took his cock in my mouth, sliding slowly up and
down the shaft. At first, I could barely even get the head in, but as he
tongued me back toward another orgasm, I found I could manage to swallow
more and more. Every time I felt him start to come, I'd withdraw and pinch
the base of his penis just above the prostate. After three repeats, he was
developing a serious case of blue-balls. He was begging me to let him come,
and I had to spank him often to remind him that he didn't get to choose the
time of his release.

When I finally decided that he couldn't take another dose, I climbed off
him.

"Well done, slave. Now I'm sending you home to your wife."

"Please, Nanny! Please let me come!"

"Roll over!"

He hesitated, and I squeezed his balls hard. "Are you disobeying my order?"

"No, Nanny, please." He was sobbing, now, and his erection was subsiding.

He struggled to turn over. With both hands tied to the bedposts, it was
awkward, but when he managed, I ordered him:

"Raise your ass!"

This time he quickly got his knees under him and raised his butt for me.

"Much better. How many lashes do you think you deserve, for questioning me?
 Now, take your time -- you want to be right ... If you suggest a lower
number than I think is appropriate, I'll double what I'm currently
thinking."

I could see him caught between the desire to reduce his punishment, and the

knowledge that it would cost him more if he guessed wrong. Finally, he
stammered:

"S-s-siixx, Nanny?"

"Very good. I had thought five. THIS time only, I'll let you off with five.
 If it happens again, I'll take your suggestion."

When I'd finished, he was rock hard again, and crying from the pain, but he

thanked me for correcting him.

"Very good. I think you'll make a very good sex slave. Do you want to be my

slave?"

"Oh yes, Nanny!"

"Good boy. Now, remember what I said you have to do when you get home. Go
to the bathroom and wash my cum off your face -- you don't want her to know
what you've been doing, do you? But don't you dare jerk off in there. When
you're done, get dressed. I'll call Cathy to tell her your plane's
arrived."

"N-n-nanny, may I speak."

"Yes, boy, but be careful."

"Cathy is five months pregnant..."

"Silly boy -- don't you know anything about women yet? Sex won't hurt her,
and YOU won't hurt her. Now, go on."

I untied him and he shuffled to the bathroom, trying not to irritate his
flaming back and ass. I picked up my sopping thong, and deciding I didn't
want to put it back on, tucked it in his pants pocket, then wriggled into
my dress. I went down to the living room and called Cathy.

"Mission accomplished, sweetheart," I whispered into the phone. "I'm
sending him home to you with a serious aching he needs to relieve ... You
didn't tell me he likes to be dominated!"

"WHAT!", Cathy screamed into the phone.

"You didn't know? How could you not know? Oh, wow -- I'd assumed you must
be
 ...  Oh ... just 'wow!'

"Well, anyway, we've had fun and games, but I didn't let him come. I told
him he had to fuck you till you screamed, and if he did a good enough job
I'd let him come to my room after you fall asleep. So try not to be too
loud -- much as I need a good fucking at this point, I'll be happy to deny
myself to prove a point to him. If he doesn't do a good enough job with you
to get to fuck me, he'll be even hornier tomorrow."

"Christie -- you are a devil!"

"Me? I'm completely innocent -- he brought this on himself ... Though I
have
 to admit, I am soooo hot. Will he be going in to the office in the
morning?  Can you leave after him? I really want to talk to you about
this..."

"Oh, here he comes ... So, we'll be there in about 10 minutes, Cathy, OK?
Bye."

"Ready then, boy? Let's talk about tomorrow before we leave. Is there a
spare key for this place?"

"Yes, Nanny." He walked over to the kitchen and opened a draw, taking out a
 key.


"Give that to me. Since classes haven't started, I presume you can get off
for lunch at 12?"

"Yes, Nanny."

"Very well. You will be here at noon. I will arrive later, and I expect to
find you kneeling on that rug, in front of the window, naked, with your
hands laced behind your head and cock erect. I'll write out your catechism
tonight, and I expect you to have it memorized. If you are good, I will
grant you release."

"Thank you, Nanny."

"Then let's go."

* * *

When we got to John's car, he was still walking gingerly.

"Can you drive, or would you like me to do it?"

"Yes, Nanny, I'm fine!", he almost yelled.

Here, I'd just spent the last hour seriously challenging his manhood, and
now he finally drew the line at me driving his fancy sports car. Boys and
their toys...  This was something I was definitely going to have to break
him of. After all -- I'd really enjoyed driving his car!

It took about five minutes to get home. As usual, he became a different,
one might say "driven", man behind the wheel, and he forgot all about me,
so as he came to a stop in the garage, I told him, "Wait."

I reached over, and stroked his now flaccid cock through his pants. He
turned towards me.

"Stop -- just sit there. I just want to be sure you're ready for Cathy. Go
straight to bed. Afterward, I'll be waiting for you. I'll give you your
catechism, and if you've done a good job with your wife, I'll let you fuck
me.  Is that what you want?"

"More than anything, Nanny!"

"More than your wife?"

He hesitated ... "Yes, Nanny!"

"I warned you about hesitation -- and this time, I suspect it's an outright
lie.  Perhaps, I'm being soft, but I'll let you get away with it for now.
Now, go!"

He scurried into the house -- this time not even thinking about me, let
alone opening my door. Very good -- he was learning that playing gentleman
was not as important as obeying me. I followed him in, locked the door to
the garage behind me, and entered the kitchen. Already I could hear John
and Cathy talking in their bedroom just down the hall. I took the cork out
of the bottle of Uruguayan Stagnari Tannat I'd opened for dinner, and
poured myself a glass, then found a pad of paper and a pen and walked
through to the living room.

Sitting in a comfy chair, with just a reading light on, I crossed my legs
under me, and started to write:

Christie is my mistress,

I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,

I will at all times be respectful,

I will come only when, where and with whom my mistress permits,

My mistress will teach me my duties,

and discipline my transgressions.

My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her.

I was pretty new to this, but that seemed to cover the basics.

As I finished, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex down the hall.
So far, so good -- this had all started when Cathy had confessed to me that
John no longer seemed to want to have sex with her because of her
pregnancy.  Suddenly, there was a load groan, and then Cathy's quiet voice
suggesting that it was just a little anxiety, and they could start again. I
stifled a laugh as I realized I'd got John so worked up that premature
ejaculation was practically guaranteed.  I took another sip of wine, as I
heard John start to groan again -- but this time I knew Cathy was sucking
his cock, getting him hard for another try. Just as well for him, I
thought. On the second try, he might be able to get Cathy excited enough to
scream before he reached his own climax!

I took another sip of wine, and hiked my dress above my hips. As I listened
 to the soft sounds of their love making, I slipped a finger in my pussy
and felt the beginnings of my own excitement. Tracing circles around my
clit, I felt it harden and extend, just as I imagined was happening to
John's cock.  Listening to the changing tempo, and increasing sounds from
Cathy, I could tell he was ready to try again. I took another drink as I
heard the unmistakable sound of the headboard lightly slapping the
wall. While my lovers' tempo increased, I put my wine down and put both
hands to work. As I teased my clit with my left hand, I thrust three
fingers deep into my cunt.  In and out, in and out. I could feel the
pressure building, as Cathy's vocalizations became louder and more frantic.
Finally, just as I felt my own climax coming, Cathy and John screamed in
unison.  It was all I could do not to join them as the waves of my own
pleasure took me away.

When it was over, I smiled. John had accomplished the task I'd set him, and

deserved his reward -- if he was in any state to claim it! I looked down at
the seat cushion beneath me, and realized I'd soaked it. Thank God for
leather upholstery! I stood, wiped it with my dress, swallowed the rest of
my wine, and headed upstairs.

Some time later, I heard a soft tapping at my bedroom door.

"Nanny? Nanny?"

"Come in, John," I said, turning on the bedside light. "I heard -- you did
a
 good job. Before I forget -- here's your catechism. I expect you to have
it memorized by the time I see you tomorrow afternoon. Now, it's time for
you to service your mistress."

"Yes, Nanny. Thank you, Nanny."

"Take off your robe ... Very nice, but seem somewhat limp. Do you think
you'll be able to get it hard for me again?"

"I don't know Nanny, but I beg you to be understanding if I can't -- I'm
not
 used to such a workout."

"Never mind, I doubt you have to worry. Just stand there."

I slid out of the bed and knelt before him. I took his limp rod between my
hands and blew on the head. He gasped.

"Oh look, it's already coming to life!" I licked up and down the shaft,
tasting his cum and Cathy's, mingled, and somehow so much more exciting
than Cathy's alone. As it stiffened, I sucked the head into my mouth. I
bobbed up and down, a couple of times, then drew back and released him.

"Much better! Now, fuck me!"

I stepped back and lay on the bed, John obligingly climbing between my
legs. He felt my pussy and guided his cock to my opening.

"Do it, lover! Fuck me hard. But don't come inside me -- I want to taste
your cum."

As any good slave would, he obeyed me instantly. I stroked my hands down
his back as he eased into me, then grabbed his ass and pulled him all the
way in.

"Oh, yes, you feel so good. Fuck me now." He started to pump his rod,
slowly at first, but picking up speed as I got more and more wet.

"Oh, God, yes." I pulled his head down to my tits. "Bite them!"

He nibbled, tentatively: "Don't be such a baby. Hurt me!"

This time, he bit harder, and I gasped with pain and pleasure. "Ohhhhhh." I
 felt the first orgasm hit, followed almost immediately by another.

"Oh, Mistress -- I'm going to come."

He pulled out and I scrambled from under him and, while he knelt with his
tool in hand, I went to all fours on the bed.

"Fuck my mouth now -- just as hard as you fucked my cunt."

He didn't need any more instruction. Wrapping his hands in my short blonde
hair, he started to thrust into my mouth. I gagged as I felt his big cock
hit the back of my throat, but he quickly withdrew and then pounded in
again. In and out, in and out. I was mesmerized and couldn't move anyway.
Finally, he had me in his control, and I was letting him. Now that he was
using me, rather than the other way around, I found my own release, and
began to come continuously. I don't know how long he held out, but
eventually pulled back until the head was just barely in my mouth. The
first jet of his sperm spasmed out of his cock and I swallowed it. Then I
pulled back and jerked him until I got another, bigger, shot.  This hit my
face, and ran down my chin. I directed a third at my tits, before he
collapsed to the bed. I rubbed his cum all over my tits, then looked at
him.

"Good boy. Now it's time for a lesson.

"Whenever I let you come in, or on, me, you will clean me up with your
tongue when we're done. Do it now."

Obediently, he crawled toward me, and began to lick my tits. Getting them
clean, I directed him to a spot on my belly, and then to my face. When he
was finished, I pulled his face to me, kissed him deeply, and said, "Nanny,
is very pleased.  Now go back to your own bed, and I'll see you tomorrow."




The Nanny Chapter 05
============================================================================

Not even a week into my new job as a part-time, live-in nanny, I'd been
fucking the wife, Cathy, for three days, and had managed to seduce the
husband, John, just last night. I was pretty sure I could have got him to
'cum' around sooner, except that he'd been out of town!

The next morning, I lay in bed until I heard the garage door opening, and
John's car pulling out of the driveway. A moment later, I heard Cathy
calling up the stairs.

"Christie? Are you awake?"

I leapt out of bed, naked, and went flying down the stairs.

"Look at you, young lady! You didn't want to put on even a little clothing?
 What if John forgot his wallet or something?"

"Oh, God, Cathy, I just have to talk about last night. It was amazing --
you

wouldn't believe! I could have made him do anything!" I wrapped my arms
around her and kissed her lips. She opened to me immediately, and we just
kissed for the next few minutes, exploring each others mouths and bodies --
her hands roving all over me as I struggled to pull her t-shirt over her
head without breaking the kiss.

I'd never been attracted to women, but Cathy's Asian features, huge tits,
world-class legs and waist-length black hair entrapped me the first time I
saw her. Now, I couldn't get enough of her.

Finally, we broke long enough to get her shirt off, and she said: "Thank
you, Christie. He came home so horny last night, that we had the best sex
EVER.  And if that wasn't enough, he fucked me just 10 minutes ago, and now
his cum is dripping down my leg. Come and help me clean up!"

Giggling like a pair of grade-school girls, we ran hand-in-hand down the
hall to her bedroom, where I threw her on her bed and dove into her muff. I
licked the stream of cum from the inside of her thigh, then moved on to her
pussy.  Swirling my tongue around and around her outer lips, I cleaned off
every trace of their combined juices, then I reached forward and spread her
lips gently with the index fingers of both hands, and delicately dipped my
tongue into her tunnel.

Cathy groaned with pleasure, and I lapped deeper. I'd tasted both Cathy and
 John before, and loved them both, but I was thrilled to find that their
combined flavors made as much difference as blending Merlot and Cabernet to
make a fine Bordeaux. [I study enology -- I'm afraid I can't help using
wine metaphors!] I raised my head and looked up at Cathy's face. She
grinned at me, then took hold of both ears and forced my face back down to
her pussy. I happily resumed my breakfast.

I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then deep into her vagina. I
slurped and sucked, then pulled back and nibbled at her inner lips, then
back again as deep as my tongue could reach. Cathy began to moan When I
could no longer taste John's cum, only Cathy's free flowing honey, I pulled
back a little and pulled on her clit with my lips, wrapping my tongue
around it, then flicking across it.  I felt the tremors building in her
body, then her hips began to buck and I reached up to find her nipples and
twisted them gently.

"Ohhhh. Christie, make me cum! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

She shuddered once more, and collapsed -- literally drained, as I swallowed
the last of her juice. I slid up to lie next to her and rested my head on
her beautiful breasts.

"When do you have to leave for work?"

"I'm officially seeing my obstetrician, right now -- so around 10:00."

Cathy was five months pregnant with her second child, so she could probably
 get away with that story pretty often -- and if her co-workers thought she
was seeing the OB rather often, they'd just be sympathetic to a mother
having a difficult pregnancy.

"Oh, great! Thanks for the promotion -- as far as I can tell you're doing
fine.  But I'm worried that you may not be getting enough sex, so I'll
write you a prescription."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your concern."

"That's DOCTOR sweetheart, please. Show some respect."

We laughed, and then she asked the question she'd been aching to have
answered -- "So what happened last night?"

"Well, I met him at the airport, and he tried to kiss my cheek, but I
maneuvered him into kissing me on the lips, and when I showed him how
willing I was, it turned into a pretty steamy clench! So, it turned out
that he just happens to be looking after a colleague's apartment, where I
agreed to go with him -- did you know about this place?"

"Sure. Erich is German, and still has projects going on back home, so he
spends a lot of time back there."

"You don't think he's taking other women back there, do you?"

"No, I really believe you're the first woman he's tried to cheat with."

"Well, anyway, when we got to his car, he tried to slip his hand up my
dress, and I told him he was a naughty boy, and Nanny might have to
discipline him. You should have seen him light up! Did you really not know
that he liked to be dominated?"

"Cross my heart, I had no idea!'

"As soon as we were in the apartment, I made him give me his belt and strip
 -- then when he just dropped his clothes on the floor, I called him a slob
and strapped him with his own belt. I took him to the bedroom, tied him to
the bed, and came all over him -- but I wouldn't let HIM cum! I told him I
was sending him home to you."

"You primed his pump beautifully, my dear! He was a little overexcited, and
 had an accident when we first started..."

"I know -- I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine,
listening," I smirked.

"... but that meant that when I got him stiff again, he was able to do an
especially good job. He was particularly attentive."

"So, can we keep him? Can we make him our sex slave?", I asked anxiously.

"A wise man once said, 'No man can serve two masters.' Strange as it may
seem, at a time like this, it feels like a violation of my marriage vows. I
didn't promise to "honor and obey", but neither did he. So, I'm afraid we
can't, dear."

I must have looked like somebody had just kicked my dog, because she
laughed and said: "but I don't mean you shouldn't, silly. I'm cool with you
making him your slave, just as long as you remember that he's MY husband.
It's a huge turn-on for me, and apparently for him. I just don't think I
can bring myself to discipline him, myself ... except, of course, for the
punishment he deserves for cheating on me!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the bestest birthday present
ever!"

"I thought your birthday was in February," she said, puzzled.

"It is! Thanks for giving me my present early!"

"You're welcome -- there's something else I should be doing for you, too,"
and she started to stroke my pussy.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to just lay here like this until you have to
go.  I've had more sex in the last three days than in the entire last year,
and I'm well sated. I'd just like to cuddle with the woman I love."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

After a moment, I wondered: "You do appreciate the irony, I hope, of
wanting to punish him for cheating on you, while we're lying here after I
just finished eating you?"

"That's not the same thing at all! I always wanted us to share you, and he
wanted you for himself."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, a little skeptically -- after all, they hadn't
'shared'
 me, though we'd all had sex with each other at different times. Still,
Mama always said not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course, Mama
would have told me not to get into this sort of situation, too, but what
does she know? The mere existence of my step-father suggests she isn't an
expert in relationship planning.

"So what's the next step?"

"Well, I'm new to the 'Domme' business, myself, so I'm just winging it. But
 I'll make another trip to 'Venus and Adonis' this morning, to pick up a
few accessories. I absolutely need some restraints and a collar, but Jill
will know what I need."

"Is this the same Jill who introduced you to the pleasures of womanly love?

Should I be jealous?"

"Yes, and no! I did tell you that making love to a woman didn't turn me on
until I met you. Perhaps, it was because I'm turned on by dominating John
-- Jill's dominant, too. I didn't know that then, but it would certainly
explain our incompatibility. One of these days, I'll have to introduce you
and John to Jill and Stephanie, her ... slave, I guess. I'm not really sure
what the correct term would be -- they are certainly not 'partners', except
perhaps in the business sense, but I think Stephanie only stays because she
wants to, which isn't really a 'slave' relationship.

"Anyway, I'll spend the afternoon training him. If all goes well, you can
join us on Saturday -- I'll have him tied and blindfolded, and you can
decide when you want to reveal yourself."

"Oh, God, I can hardly wait!"

She kissed me, and this time when I felt her hand move between my legs, I
didn't try to stop her. I rolled onto my back, and she followed me. Taking
a nipple into her mouth she rolled it in her tongue, then spat it out like
a peach pit, repeating the process on the other side.

"I love your beautiful little peaches, my dear."

"I'm pretty fond of those enormous melons you're waving at me too," I said,

squeezing a nipple and making her tremble. "But I wouldn't want the strain
it must put on your back."

Laughing, she swung her leg across my face, then with the previously
mentioned fruits dragging sensuously across my belly, licked her way south.
As her tongue passed my belly button, her pussy came into view and I puller
her hips towards my face. Just as my outstretched tongue reached her pussy,
I felt hers touch my clit, and a small tremor ran from my vagina up through
my belly.

Cathy slowly ate me to ecstasy as I tried to do the same for her.

"Ooh -- I don't taste my John in there."

"Sorry -- I'll save some for you next time," I panted. "I made him cum on
me, and then lick me clean, as part of his training."

"'S okay. You always taste so sweet."

I didn't have a chance to respond, as I'd found a particularly effective
spot to nibble, and she gasped and her thighs clenched hard on my head,
putting an end to chat.

We took it slow and gentle, the tension slowly building. I licked her pussy

lips, probing as deeply as I could with my tongue, thrusting deep into her
channel, then pulling back to suck her clit into my mouth, and twirl my
tongue around it. Since I couldn't use my hands on her cunt, I played with
her breasts, stroking them both and tugging lightly on the nipples.

Meanwhile, Cathy was using tongue, lips and fingers on me. As she pushed
three fingers deep into my hole, and licked my clit, I felt myself getting
closer to climax. I nudged her forward a couple of inches, allowing my
tongue to move further down her slit, then on until I touched her anus.

She shrieked, and raised her butt out of my reach, then slowly sank back to
 my face.

"Sorry," she apologized. "That was just a surprise. Do it again ...
please." She applied her tongue back to my pussy.

I licked straight across her hole, then started to spiral around it with my

tongue, slowly getting closer to the center. When I reached my target, she
sighed, and as my tongue pressed more firmly on the very centre of her
asshole, the sphincter relaxed briefly and let me in. I'd had a finger in
here, and she always came quickly afterwards, but never my tongue. I
expected I had very little time.

Cathy was clearly getting very excited -- and so was I! Her fingers were
moving faster and faster in my wet hole, and we were both short of
breath. I probed her rosebud with my tongue, circling it and feeling it
first relax, then suddenly constrict again as her orgasm arrived.

"I'm cumming!!", she screamed -- then thrust the hand in my twat, as far as
it would go. The pain was enough to trip me, and I joined her scream as I
came too.

As we sank almost back into sleep, the baby monitor awoke to the sound of
little Kevin's cries. I dragged myself back to wakefulness, and suggested:
"You go and have your shower and I'll take care of Kevin -- and make coffee
for you."

"You're a wonderful nanny. Thank you."

After Cathy left for work -- taking Kevin with her to drop at the daycare
on
 the way -- I had my own shower, and planned my day. I had about two hours
if I was to be prepared before I had to meet John. I got out the clothes I
intended to wear for him: a red leather Merry Widow, which makes my tits
look bigger than they really are and leaves my nipples exposed, and
thigh-high boots with six inch heels. I decided panties would be either
surplus or impossible (who really wants to wear a leather thong?) I stuffed
them into my backpack, and got on my bicycle, headed downtown.

I locked up the bike in front of Jill's boutique, just as Stephanie was
opening for the day.

"Hi Steff, is Jill here?", I asked the tall, boyish looking, South Asian
woman.

"Hi Christie, she's in the back."

I went through the "Employees Only" curtain to the stock room. A petite
blonde in a mini-skirt was bent over reaching for something on the bottom
shelf, exposing pretty much everything there was to see. I reached under
the skirt and squeezed her buns.

"Eeek!" Jill had a diminutive squeak to go with her stature. She wheeled
around, eyes spitting fire and hand raised to slap me.

When she saw who it was, she stopped in mid-swing, and hugged me instead,
planting a big kiss on my lips.

"Christie, what brings you here twice in one week? Things must be going
well with your new lady-friend. Have you finally decided to play on my
team?"

"Well, since you ask, and since you're special to me ..."

"Not special enough!"

"... things are going quite well thanks. I don't understand it, Jill --
you're a great friend, but I just never felt any sexual attraction to you,
but Cathy hits all my buttons. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! If the sex had worked out, I'd have had to dominate you, and
then we probably couldn't have stayed friends. I have my pets for fun, and
I have you for a friend. Things are working just fine!"

"Er... that's what I need to see you about."

"What?"

"The domination thing. I need a set of restraints and a collar."

"Christie! You know I can't be shocked, but I must say I'm astonished.
You're claiming her? You ARE joining my team!"

"Not exactly."

"What, 'not exactly'? If you're not claiming her, why would you need the
collar?"

"It's not her ... it's her husband."

"Why, Christie -- you sly fox! I am very nearly shocked!"

We went back out to the front of the store, where Jill showed me various
restraints, and I chose a set of four padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs,
 with a matching collar.

"You need a whip."

"I don't need a whip. It's not going to be that sort of relationship."

"He's a sub -- maybe he wants to be whipped."

"If he needs to be hurt that much, I'll send him to you -- I'm into FUN and
a little humiliation, not pain and injury."

"Well, thanks for the offer," Jill replied, "but you know I don't do men."

"Then he'll just have to live without the pain," I retorted.

"OK, then -- no whips, but you have to have something to discipline him
with. How about this riding crop?"

She showed me what looked (at least to someone who's never ridden a horse)
to be a normal riding crop -- though the handle seemed a bit long -- but
then she pulled the handle apart. It turned out that the leather on the
handle was just a cover, and underneath it was a 10" dildo. The tip of the
cover ended in a ring, which I'd be able to clip to my bustier.

"Ooh! Very sexy. I'll take it."

I picked up a leather blindfold/mask, and a ball gag, to complete the
collection, and headed to the counter to pay for everything.

"What about your own ensemble?"

"Got it covered -- or not... as the case may be," I laughed, opening my
backpack, to show her. She pulled out the bustier and held it in front of
me.

"Oh, Christie ... it's so ... so ...."

"Cliché?" I suggested.

"Exactly!"

"Then check out the rest."

She reached into the pack to find what else I had, pulling out a matching
boot.

"Oh... my... That takes cliché right over the top."

We all laughed, including Stephanie. I paid for my purchases, and Jill
hugged me again, kissed me, and made me promise to tell her everything that
transpired. I put my new toys in my pack, and headed for the door. As I
opened the door, Stephanie's soft voice stopped me:

"Good luck ... Mistress."

"Why, thank you Steff. That's kind of you."

I left the shop feeling a new tingle in my nipples and clit. I guess that's
 what I was, now: a Mistress; a Domme.

I made one more stop, at an auto supply store, on my way to the apartment,
getting there about 30 minutes before John was due. Excellent!

The master bedroom was a loft above the apartment's kitchen, looking out
over the living room, and separated from the open space by an iron railing.
I took my purchase from the auto supply store -- a ratcheting tie-down --
and fastened it to the railing, dropping the ends down above the kitchen
counter, about 8 feet apart. Now, I'd be able to clip John's cuffs to the
hooks on the end of the tie-down, pull on the loose end of rope, to tighten
it, and I'd have a serviceable punishment frame. I tucked the loose ends
back on the floor of the bedroom, so that he wouldn't see them, and
proceeded to undress. By the time I had dressed in my Domme's outfit, I was
so hot I couldn't wait for John to arrive. I turned back the sheets and lay
on the bed, fingering myself idly.

I was pretty wet, and as I stroked my clit and pinched my nipples where
they peeked over the top of my bustier, I came quickly. I was just
beginning to get my breath back when I heard a key in the lock
downstairs. I hurried into the bathroom, just in case he came up the stairs
-- there was no reason he should, but I didn't want him to see me just
yet. When he didn't come upstairs immediately, I crept out of the bathroom
and peered through the railing at the room below.

He stood there, back to me, quickly removing his clothes. I noted that he
was folding them carefully. He was a quick learner. Too bad, but I imagined
it wouldn't be too hard to find something that he needed to be corrected
for!  He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his pants and scanned
it quickly, then folded it and placed it with his clothes. He knelt on the
rug, facing the window. Checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was
12:01.  Perfect!  He was a minute late. He was now in profile to me, and I
could see as he began to stroke his cock, which stiffened quickly. Placing
his hands at the back of his neck, he waited quietly for me. I just lay on
the floor of the bedroom watching him, until I saw his cock begin to sag
again, then I crept down the stairs, with my bag of toys in hand and, just
as he lowered his right hand, I spoke from immediately behind him.

"Don't turn around!"

He jerked, and slapped his hand back behind his neck.

"I ordered you to be here at noon, kneeling, hands behind your head and
cock hard. You were late! You didn't have your hands behind your head."

I slowly walked around him, letting him see me for the first time. I looked

down, and feigned disappointment.

"And look at that sorry excuse for a cock!", I sighed theatrically.

I reached into the pack and pulled out the wrist cuffs.

"Put those on." I reached for the second pair: "and put those on your
ankles.  You needn't remain kneeling."

"Yes, Nanny!" he scrambled to obey. As he did, I pulled out the riding
crop, and clipped it at my hip. His eyes widened as he recognized what it
was -- and what it was for.

"Now this." I pulled the cock-ring out of the bag.

John just looked confused. "I'm s-s-sorry, N-Nanny. I d-don't know what it
is."  He trembled.

"Don't be frightened, pet. There's no reason you should be familiar with it
 ...  yet. If I tell you that this part is a cock-ring, then I imagine you
should be able to figure out what the other part is..."

His blush confirmed that he did indeed.

"Still, it might need a little lubrication" -- and I reached down to my
pussy, rubbing the ball of the anal plug up and down my slit, before
plunging it in and out of my hole a few times.

"What a coincidence! Your cock appears to be ready now." I handed the
well-lubricated toy to him, and watched as he worked the ring over his
erection.  When the ring was seated firmly at the base of his cock, he
paused.

"What are you waiting for, slave? What have I told you about hesitation?"

"Sorry, Mistress, I-I was unsure how to insert it."

Another theatrical sigh, from me, as I unclipped my riding crop. "Do I have
 to teach you everything?"

"Yes, please, Nanny."

I suspected I'd seen the beginning of a smirk as he answered, but he wiped
it off his face before I could be sure. I stepped behind him, and gave him
a good smack across both buttocks, anyway.

"Kneel! Spread your legs! Now, reach behind you and take hold of the plug.
Insert."

He grimaced as the plug spread his virgin asshole, then gasped as it popped
 into place.

I spanked him again: "What do you say?"

"Thank you for instructing me, Nanny."

"That's better. Now, put your hands behind your head, again. Whenever I
tell you to kneel, this is the position you will take. Now, recite your
catechism."

"Christie is my mistress,

"I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,

"I will at all times be respectful,

"I will come only when, and where my mistress permits,

"My mistress will teach me my duties, and discipline my transgressions.

"My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her."

"Almost. You 'will come only when...'?"

"...when, where and with whom, my mistress permits!"

"Better. Now repeat it."

This time he got it right.

"Very good." I pulled one more item from my pack, and fastened the collar
snugly round his neck, then clipped his wrist cuffs to the back of the
collar.

I walked around to place myself in front of him again, placed my hand on
his head. "I claim you to my service. Kiss me!" I guided his face down to
my pussy and, getting the hint, he spread my nether lips with his tongue,
then sucked my clit gently between his lips.

"Good boy. Hold that pose, I'll be right back."

I took my time, going upstairs to lower the ends of the tie-down again,
then using the bathroom. Coming down the stairs, again, I noticed he was
already learning to use the cock ring. He would twitch slightly, applying
tension to the leash between the ring and the butt-plug, and when he
relaxed again, his cock was a little stiffer. God! He was getting himself
off, even without touching himself!

When I returned, I ordered him to stand -- and when his leg cramped and he
stumbled I gave him another stroke for "hesitation". I ordered him to stand
 in front of the kitchen counter, where I released his wrists from his
collar, and clipped them to the tie-down. Then I pulled the free end tight,
stretching his arms both out and up, and making him rise slightly on his
toes to relieve the pressure on his shoulders.

"Thank you, Nanny."

"You're welcome, pet. We have to deal with a few issues with your training,

don't we."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Why don't you tell me what those are?" From behind, I stroked the riding
crop down his cheek, then down his back to the cleft of his butt, finally
stroking his balls with the tip.

"I was late arriving to our ap-p-pointment, Nanny ... I-I was not in the
position you ordered... And ...", he blushed, and whispered "and my cock
was not hard, Nanny."

"Three violations, pet? Is that all?"

"I did not have my catechism memorized, Nanny."

"Anything else?"

"No, Nanny!"

"What were you doing when I was upstairs?"

"Waiting for you, Nanny!"

"I saw you." Thwack! "You were using the plug to jerk yourself off!"
Thwack!

"No, Nanny!"

"Never lie to me, pet." I gave him another stroke across both buns.

"Yes, Nanny! I was."

"That's better, boy. But I will still have to punish you."

"Thank you, Nanny."

"I think though, that you might be perhaps a little loud, so we have one
more toy for you." I went back to my pack and brought out the ball gag. I
made sure he got a good look at it.

"Open wide, pet." He obeyed immediately, and I fit the gag in his mouth and

fastened it behind his head. "Now, I think ten strokes would be
appropriate, don't you?" He nodded enthusiastically -- knowing that if he
disagreed, I'd pretend he wanted more.

I had to be careful, now. I was brand new to this and didn't know how much
he could take. I'd already given him more strokes than yesterday, and I was
proposing ten more. Nothing to do but get on with the job. I lashed him
across his stretched shoulders.

"One." I hadn't even raised a welt -- he could certainly take more than
this.

"Two." This one lower, and harder. He stretched onto his toes. That worked
better. A faint red line showed.

"Three... Four... Five." He was groaning, now.

"Six... Seven... Eight." More groaning. With a start, I realized it was me,
 now.

His back was a criss-crossing of red lines, but nothing looked too deep,
and I hadn't drawn blood. I couldn't wait. I gave him one more half-hearted
stroke on each butt-cheek, then reached up to release the ratchet holding
him in place. I was shaking so hard that it took me three tries, but as it
released, he collapsed to his knees. I struggled to get him unclipped, then
helped him to his feet.

"Come on! I need you now!" I grabbed him by his cock and pulled him towards
 the stairs. He staggered but followed willingly. In the bedroom, I turned
to kiss him, and realized he was still wearing the ball gag.

"Oops!" I fumbled at the strap and finally got it off. "Now, fuck me -- and
you know I want it hard!"

He spun me round, pushed me face first onto the bed, and plunged his cock
straight into my cunt.

"Oh, YES!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, Nanny, you're so hot and tight!" We were both way beyond subtlety now,
 and I could feel his balls slap my clit on every stroke, each one harder
than the last.

"Nanny, I can't hold on much longer, I'm going to come."

"Do it, pet, come in me noooooowwww!" An explosion rocked my cunt, rolling
up my entire body.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!" John came with me, and as I felt his cum filling me, I
came again, almost as strongly as before. John kept pumping until his cock
was empty, then pulled out of me, rolled me over, and promptly dropped to
his knees at the side of the bed, placing his mouth over my pussy lips, and
licking and sucking me clean.

"Thank you -- John." It was the first time I'd used his name since he
arrived.

"Thank you, Nanny!"

I rolled off the bed and looked at him. The cock ring had kept him stiff.

"Oh, that's beautiful. Now, I owe you a reward. Would you like to fuck my
ass?"

"Nanny! May I, really?"

"Yes, pet. Be careful, though, I've never had a cock there." It didn't seem

necessary to mention that I had been using a vibrator there for months,
fantasizing that it was his tool.

Again, he bent me over the side of the bed, and reached between my legs to
moisten his fingers with my juices, then began to massage my ass, working
my own cum into the crack of my ass, and then gently into my asshole. As he
worked, he frequently reached forward to lube his fingers from my pussy,
which was working overtime to provide him what he needed. He slipped one
finger into my ass, worked it, then a second. As he stretched my hole, I
relaxed, and felt him probing deeper. He leaned over and murmured into my
ear.

"Ready, Nanny."

"Yes, pet. Do it, now, please."

He stuffed his rod up my pussy, just once, then pulled out, positioning
himself at my darker gate. I felt a momentary pressure on my bud, then the
head had slipped inside.

"Oh!"

"Is it alright, Nanny?" he asked, with obvious concern.

"It's fine, pet -- I was expecting it to be more painful. You're very
talented -- gentle when I need you to be, and .... ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His
shaft was slowly, inexorably, plowing my (technically) virgin ass, and it
felt wonderful. An inch at a time, he eased his shaft deeper into my
bowels, filling me in a way I'd never been filled before.

"Ohmigod, that feels good.

"More...!"

John's cock isn't huge, but it is certainly bigger than my vibrator, and I
can't work the vibrator in my own ass the way he can work his cock. His
cock finally bottomed out, and I felt his pubes against my buns. Then he
started to stroke, pulling out slowly until I felt his glands once again
pulling on my anal ring, then pumping back in."

"Faster...!"

He really didn't need to be told -- every stroke was just a little faster
than the last.

"HARDER!"

This was the fourth time he'd fucked me, and by now I guess he knew the
routine -- mouth, cunt or ass, when I told him to fuck me, I wanted it
hard, and after the abuse I'd given him, he was more than prepared to
return the favor. By this point, every time he bottomed out, MY bottom was
lifted off the bed, and my thighs were being bruised where they rested
against the bed frame. As I started to come, he reached his right hand
around, thrust it in the cup of my bustier, and squeezed my tit hard. The
pain sent me over the top, and I had my first screaming orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! You BAAASSSTAAARD!"

He released the tit, only to concentrate more force on the nipple itself.
Twisting it hard made me come again.

"Aaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" I screamed.

That was enough for John, and I felt him start to pump his jazz into my
ass. It seemed to go on forever, and when I felt the cum leaking around his
cock, and down my slit, I came once more.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... God...," I sighed and collapsed as a series of
smaller tremors continued to shake me.

As his iron rod turned into a limp noodle, he gently withdrew, with a
slight 'pop', then knelt, spreading my ass-cheeks with his hands to lick my
asshole clean. When my butt and thighs were clean of his cum, he rolled me
over to clean my pussy again.

"Good boy. Now go into the bathroom and remove the plug and cock-ring --
it's not safe to wear a ring too long. Clean it off and find somewhere to
keep it -- you'll be needing it again tomorrow. When you're done, we'll
talk about your homework."

When he returned, I told him what I wanted from him.

"First, tomorrow I expect to see you here at the same time. You will be
wearing your collar, cuffs and cock-ring, and kneeling in the same place. I
have one more toy downstairs -- a blindfold. You'll be wearing that, too.
We're going to deal with the issue of your marital infidelity. I think
we'll have a lot of fun, pet.

"Now, for tonight's homework. I don't know when you expect Cathy to get
home, but make sure you're home before her. As soon as she gets in the
house, you will get her into your bedroom -- do whatever it takes -- and
you will fuck her.  I don't care if she resists -- I don't care if she
absolutely refuses. Do whatever it takes!"

"B-b-but N-nanny! She's my wife!"

"Are you going to disobey me, boy?"

He hung his head, obviously in agony, but muttered: "No, Nanny... I will
obey."

"Good boy. If you do as you're told, you can come to my room again,
tonight, after she's asleep.

"Now, unlace me -- it was a bitch trying to get this bustier on, and I'll
be

damned if I'm going to unfasten it by myself when I've got help. I'm going
to change, and go home. You shower and clean up in here, and I'll see you
later."



The Nanny Chapter 06
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As I cycled home from the apartment where John and I had been "cheating" on
his wife (that is, HE was cheating -- but he didn't know that I had Cathy's
full approval and she knew everything that was going on), I wondered if I
really

should tell Cathy what was coming next.

John was my new slave, and to test my control, I'd ordered him to fuck his
wife as soon as she got home -- to rape her if necessary. On the other
hand, Cathy was my lover, and as much as the idea of forcing her was
turning me on, I didn't think I could do that to her. By the time I got
home (my home is the same as their home -- officially I'm their live-in
nanny), my conscience had won out, and I phoned Cathy at work.

"Hi love, can you talk?"

"Christie! How did it go?"

"Simply amazing! I had him bound, gagged, strapped, and the sex was
phenomenal!  He'll be ready for you tomorrow. But we have to talk about the
homework I gave him. I want you to know you don't have to go along with
this -- if you don't want to, I'll call him and tell him it was just a
test."

"What? Don't be such a tease -- what do you want me to do?"

"I told him to drag you into the bedroom as soon as you got home, and take
you by force if necessary."

"Ooh, kinky."

"Right, like nothing we've done so far has been kinky!

"So, your choices are: you can tell me you don't want to do it; you can
fight him, and let him think he's really raping you; or you can just have
great sex."

"Since I'm at work," she lowered her voice, "suffice it to say I'll go
along. We can talk about it later."

"OK! When will you be home?"

"Uh... I have a few chores to do after work, probably not until past 6. Do
you think you could whip up something for dinner, and I'll get John to pick
up Kevin."

"No problem -- but never mind calling John, I'll walk over with the
stroller and get Kevin. It's my job after all."

"You're a doll! Thanks Christie."

"See you later, then. Dinner at 7, gives you time for sex first. I love
you."

"You, too ... bye."

I was feeling so good at this point, that I absolutely HAD to make dinner.
Food, Sex, Wine -- not necessarily in that order! What else is there?

The "sex" part of the great trio was taken care of -- though I was dying to
 get to the stage where it was a threesome, rather than three different
pairings.

"Wine" could have been a problem, because of the stupid, puritanical, laws
of this country. Even though I could go to school to study wine and
wine-making, I couldn't actually legally drink it -- and certainly couldn't
buy it -- though I'd already spent a year in France, drinking and helping
to make it.  Fortunately, John had put me in charge of his
wine-cellar. John didn't know wine, but he had pretty good taste, which
meant that he had only bought drinkable wines. Some of them needed to be
drunk soon, as they weren't meant for keeping, and some were perhaps
overpriced when he got them, but there was nothing there I wouldn't drink
-- or encourage my lovers to drink. Too bad Cathy was five months pregnant
-- I might have to find her some particularly tasty cranberry juice...

Since this was going to be our first meal together since I'd moved in, I
was thrilled to have the chance to make it and decided we'd go with a
simple seafood linguine and an Alsatian Gewurztraminer. I'd hit the market
a couple of blocks away for fresh fish, and pick up Kevin on the way home.

John came home a little before five, to find Kevin and I playing on the
living room floor.

"Hi Christie, I guess Cathy's home already?"

"No, she called and said she had some chores, and wouldn't be here until
about 6. I volunteered to make dinner and pick up Kevin. But all the
preparation for dinner is done, and it's just a matter of 10 minutes to
cook the pasta, so perhaps you'd like an appetizer, while we wait for
Cathy."

Just in case he couldn't take a hint, I spread my legs wide and hiked up my

skirt, so that he could see my naked pussy.

"Yes, Nanny!" He fell into his role immediately, picking Kevin up and
almost throwing him into his play pen.

"Don't forget his toys, pet!" I laughed, as I stood up and moved to the
leather armchair. I threw a leg over each arm of the chair, and lay back as
he rushed to kneel in front of me.

"Slowly pet, take it slowly. If you do a good job, I'll do the same for
you."

He reached forward, spreading my lips with the thumb of each hand, while
the index fingers stroked up each side of my clit. His tongue ran up the
inside of my left thigh, up the length of my slit to caress my hot button,
then back down the other leg. On the second repeat, I wriggled forward
slightly, and taking my lead, instead of continuing the pattern, he moved
on to my asshole.  Sighing, I pulled my knees back and out, to give him
better access, and his tongue probed and reamed my ass, while his fingers
continued to pleasure my quim.

I moaned.

"I still taste myself there, Nanny," he said with obvious pride.

"What makes you think that's you?" I asked, slightly short of breath.

"Oh ... sorry, Nanny." I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"I'm just kidding you, pet. You took that cherry, and I have no plans to
offer my ass to anybody else as long as you serve me... and soooooo well,"
I groaned as he applied his tongue once again.

For a while there was no more talking, only pleased murmurings from my
slave and increasingly excited vocalizations by me. As he licked my ass and
cunt, alternating between them, John continued to stroke my clit and pussy
lips.  I was getting wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter. Involuntarily,
my hips bucked, trying to increase the contact with his tongue and
fingers. He slipped two fingers deeper into my twat, probing for my g-spot
while the thumb of the same hand flicked by clit. My body writhed in
ecstasy, and then the index finger of his other hand pressed into my
no-longer virgin rosebud, and entered with what seemed like an audible
pop. That was it for me, and I came all over his hand and face, with a
scream that started Kevin crying.

"I'm sorry, Nanny, I'm sorry!"

"It's not your fault, pet, and I'm very happy with your service. Just pick
him up and comfort him."

John rushed to the play pen and picked up his son, holding him to his chest
 and jiggling him gently. It seemed like the perfect time for the reward
I'd promised him -- kneeling in front of him, I quickly had his pants to
his knees.

"Don't move, pet -- if you trip and hurt Kevin, Cathy will kill you."

"If she catches us, Cathy will kill me, Nanny!"

"Then we mustn't let her, must we." With that, I slipped his briefs over
his cock and plunged my head onto his shaft. As his son bounced at his
shoulder, I bounced below. Soon I was deep throating him, taking the whole
length, and he was rocking back and forth, trying to please both me and
Kevin at the same time.

"God, Nanny, I'm going to come!"

I pulled off him, smiled as I continued to stroke his cock with my hand,
and warned him: "Hang onto the baby!" His first spurt hit my face, running
down my cheeks and chin. I bent forward to take the second in my hair, and
then let the rest splash on my tits and low-cut t-shirt.

"Thank you, Nanny," he sighed.

He put Kevin back in the pen, still hiccupping softly, and proceed to
finish his duty. He knelt before me and licked the cum first off my shirt,
then my exposed breasts. Standing up, he ran the wet strands of my hair
between his lips, then kissed his cum from my face. When he was done, I put
my hands around his neck and kissed his lips. We necked for a couple more
minutes, while our hands roamed each others bodies. When we broke, I
suggested he needed to shower before Cathy got home.

"Right, thank you Nanny."

"Don't take too long, though. I need to change, too."

When Cathy strolled in, just after 6, John and I had jointly given Kevin
his dinner and put him to bed. Cathy barely had time to say 'Hi' to me,
when John called from the bedroom. She winked at me and hurried down the
hall. I heard her gasp, then:

"John, no, I need to pee first!"

Another, louder gasp was followed by a tearing sound and "John! Oh, John!
Ohhh!!" Mission accomplished! That boy could follow orders. I started the
water for the pasta. After ten minutes of fairly normal sex sounds -- to
which I was listening intently! -- I heard something that completely
surprised me.

"Come in my tits, lover."

Had I heard right? 'In' her tits? I just had to know, and I crept down the
hall to peek. Cathy was still fully clothed in her business attire --
except for a torn pair of panties on the floor. There was John, kneeling
over her face, aiming his cock at her wondrous cleavage. Her huge breasts
were still encased in her bra, and he slowly pressed his rod -- slick with
Cathy's honey -- at the junction. Soon, he was plunging between her tits --
her cleavage so large that he could get more than half of his cock
inside. Just as it became obvious he was about to come, she licked and
squeezed his balls, and he came in a gush inside her bra.

I tiptoed back to the kitchen, then called: "Dinner in fifteen minutes!"
and threw the linguine in the pot.

Cathy was the first to return to the kitchen. Her hair brushed and make-up
touched-up, but she was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she got
home -- and there was a noticeable wet spot in her blouse, at the middle of
her bra!  I checked that there was no sign of John yet, and Cathy leaned
towards me.

"We've got a couple of minutes -- John's in the bathroom preening."

She reached for me and we kissed comfortably for a minute -- then I dipped
my finger between her beautiful boobs, scooping up a glob of thick cum. She
giggled as I sucked my finger clean.

"You were watching!"

"Hey, the big wet spot on your blouse was a clue ... but yeah, I was
watching!  He can't do that with me!"

"Yes, you're so flat, I'm surprised he notices you're a girl -- do you
think maybe he's into boys?"

We laughed like the good friends we'd become. I'm NOT flat, but my 32Bs
just don't begin to 'stack' up to Cathy's bounty, and we always joked about
the difference.

"Sit! I'll finish up here."

I poured her a glass of cranberry juice, and opened the wine for John and
I, then drained the pasta and tossed the salad. The salad was in the center
of the table, and I was just placing a plate of pasta in front of Cathy
when John arrived and sat down across from his wife.

Throughout the meal, John couldn't manage to tear his eyes from the growing
 wet spot on his wife's blouse. Cathy and I kept up a string of small talk,
pretending we had no idea what was keeping John's attention. Meanwhile I
kicked off my sandals, and played footsie with both of them. I expect Cathy
knew what I was doing, but John still had no idea of my relationship with
Cathy.  Tomorrow, all would be revealed! Between the two of us, John was
completely unable to concentrate, and we teased him mercilessly.

Dinner finished, I "suggested" John wash the dishes and clean up. Cathy
said she was going up to look in on Kevin and I went with her. She did look
in on him, but in no time at all we were in my room necking.

"So tell all!"

And I did -- how John had arrived at the apartment we were using when I was

already waiting upstairs, how I'd humiliated him, tied him up, spanked him
with a riding crop, and generally had my way with him -- and the sex had
been hot.

While I was telling her this, I'd been unbuttoning her blouse. I slipped it
 from her shoulders and released her enormous breasts from the confinement
of her bra.  Then I plunged my face between her tits and licked John's cum
from between them.

When I'd cleaned her up, I continued with my plan for tomorrow.

"He's been instructed to be waiting in the apartment at noon: naked,
collared and blindfolded. So we can show up after that and I'll let myself
in, check that he IS blindfolded, and you can come in behind me when you
hear me tell him that I'm satisfied that he's followed orders.

"I'll get him into position for a little discipline, and start him out,
then I'm going to tell him that I haven't forgotten that he deserves to be
punished for cheating on you. From there on, I'll leave it up to you how
far you want to go.  When you're done, I'll take his blindfold off, and let
him see who was punishing him. After that ... well, I just hope it ends
with all three of us in bed together!"

"This is sooo hot! I'm getting really excited." She took my hand and thrust
 it between her legs to feel her wetness.

"Cathy -- you're always excited!"

She started to rub my fingers against her clit.

"I'd volunteer to use my lips to clean you up down there, too, but my
experience so far is that you only ever end up wetter."

"Oh, give it a try, sweetheart -- maybe you'll manage to get it all this
time."

I sank to my knees in front of her, as she sat on the edge of my bed.
Stroking my hands up the outside of her thighs, I raised her skirt to her
hips, then pushed her knees outwards to expose her pussy. She groaned and
sank backwards on my bed, her own hands massaging her nipples, as my tongue
found her delightful button. I inhaled her musk and set to work, but try as
I might, I wasn't managing to reduce her moistness. Oh well, if you can't
beat them, join them. I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers. When her
moans threatened to become loud enough for John to hear downstairs, I
realized I had to gag her. I stood, quickly shed my own panties, and swung
around to 69 her. With my own nether lips now muffling her upper ones, I
set to work with a vengeance. Just as I thought I was about to make her
come, she did to me what I'd done to her this morning.  Shifting me forward
a couple of inches, she pushed at my anal sphincter with her tongue.
Momentarily distracted, I thrust my ass backwards to meet her. She thrust
with her hips to remind me what I'd left unfinished and I began to strum
her clit with thumb and forefinger, while the fingers of my other hand
searched out her g-spot. As her tongue reamed my ass, we came together, and
I was forced to bury my head back in her -- still soaking -- pussy to
muffle my own shriek.

Afterwards, Cathy cleaned up in my bathroom and put her jizz encrusted bra
and blouse back on. She looked at me lovingly as I lay boneless, exhausted,
on my bed.

"Are you coming back downstairs?"

"Tell John I'm planning my course schedule so that you two can have some
time alone, your first evening together after he came home. I'll see you in
the morning."

She leaned over and frenched me. "G'night sweetheart."

Needless to say, John came to my room again that night. I'd promised him he

could if he followed my orders earlier -- but I hadn't actually promised
him sex. I'd had lots of sex today, and needed to keep him off balance,
more than I needed sex, so I feigned sleep. He reached out, touching me,
and I stirred as if he'd just woken me up.

"Did I give you permission to touch me, slave?", I hissed at him. "Go back
to bed and contemplate your behavior. You will be disciplined for that
tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Nanny," he practically whined as he backed out of the room. I
heard him scuttle back downstairs, where I suspect he woke Cathy to give
him what I wouldn't."

In the morning, John left early, saying some part for his precious BMW,
that he'd been waiting for, had arrived, and he probably wouldn't be back
until late afternoon. Perhaps he really did have an appointment for the
car, but I knew where he was really going to be for the afternoon.

About 10, Cathy told me that she hadn't completed her chores yesterday
afternoon, and she had to go out for an hour -- but promised to be back in
time to drive over to the apartment with me.

"I'll take Kevin with me and drop him at the babysitter on my way."

"OMIGOD! Sorry, Cathy, I didn't even think about Kevin."

She laughed. "Of course you didn't -- you're not a mother, but I'm sure
you'll turn into a fine nanny."

So I was left alone for over an hour, feeling particularly horny because I
hadn't had any kind of sex in 12 hours (to think I used to go weeks!), and
not wanting to get started on my own. I paced. I tried to read. I paced. I
had another cup of coffee. Finally, I went upstairs and fetched my Domme
outfit -- the one my friend Jill said was over-the-top cliché -- and laid
it out on Cathy's bed. She could help me dress when she got home: a red
leather Merry Widow, with a riding crop clipped to the hip, and thigh-high
boots were hardly the sort of thing to wear sitting about in the house.

At last, I heard Cathy's Volvo pull into the driveway.

"I've been going stir crazy waiting for you!", I said as she came through
the front door. "I should have come with you, this morning."

"Probably not." She flashed her cryptic Mona Lisa smile at me. "Anyway, you
 seem to have survived -- though you've maybe had enough coffee," she
noted, as I bounced in front of her.

"C'mon, let me show you what I'm wearing, and we can pick out something for

you." I grabbed her hand and pulled her into her bedroom. When she saw the
bustier, she laughed.

"Oh, that really is marvelous, Christie!"

"Help me into it please!"

"Christie, calm down, we've got 45 minutes before he's supposed to be
there.  It's less than 5 minutes to the apartment, so we really have 45
minutes to get ready."

She kissed me gently, then pulled me down onto the bed with her.

"Uh, Cathy -- this never seems to end up with either of us being calm."

"True, but lets see how it works out. If we can't contain ourselves, well
then we still have 45 minutes."

She held me in her arms and just stroked me until I relaxed.

"Now, let's pick out something to wear."

After rummaging through all her lingerie, we finally chose a black silk
teddy with matching garter belt, black fishnets, and a half-bra -- with
Cathy's rack, she could hardly get away without a bra. Cathy chose to skip
panties as I had -- they'd be wet before we ever got started, anyway.

"You have to let me wear CFM pumps, though!" I'd told Cathy they weren't
good for her in the last half of her pregnancy and wasn't letting her wear
heels.

"OK, just this once. But you wear flats until we actually get in the
apartment."

"Deal".

"Now help me into this bustier -- I had to lace it myself yesterday."

"You're going to wear it NOW? I thought we'd change at the apartment."

I looked out the window at the clear blue sky. "Looks like rain to me. A
good raincoat will hide anything."

By the time we'd got dressed, done our makeup and I'd brushed out Cathy's
waist length black hair, it was right on noon. We each threw on a raincoat
over our slutty clothes, Cathy picked up her pumps and purse, and we hit
the road.

At the apartment, I opened the door and walked in -- leaving the door open
behind me. John was there in position -- kneeling, legs slightly spread,
with cuffs on wrists and ankles, a collar on his neck and both hands on the
back of his collar. On closer examination, he was wearing a leather mask
without eyeholes, and a cock-ring round his erect member which was
connected to a butt-plug inserted comfortably up his ass. One more thing --
he was wearing the ball gag we'd used yesterday.

"I didn't tell you to wear the gag."

He hung his head, and muttered something that might have been "Sorry,
Nanny".

"No, that's very good slave -- I should have told you to. You learn
quickly. I'm pleased with you."

Hearing that, Cathy walked in and quietly closed the door behind her. We
took off our raincoats and she changed shoes. I took my riding crop in
hand, and traced John's jaw with the tip.

"Stand pet. Come with me." With the crop under his chin I led him blindly
to his punishment station, where I clipped his wrist cuffs to the dangling
hooks, and pulled on the ratchet end to hoist him to his toes.

"Now, we have two issues to deal with today. First, you came to my room
last night, and touched me without leave. That, I think, is worth eight
strokes."

Now that I no longer needed him to think that we were concealing our affair
 from Cathy, I wasn't nearly as tender as yesterday. I lashed him four
times alternately across each buttock. When I was done, his whole ass was
an angry red, and tears were streaming down his cheeks from beneath his
mask. I removed the gag.

"Thank you, Nanny. I deserved to be punished, and I won't let it happen
again, Nanny."

"Very good. Now there's the issue of your infidelity. It seemed pretty
obvious to me when you invited me to be your nanny, that both you and Cathy
had planned to make a threesome with me -- but now you've excluded her. Do
you think that's fair.

"No, Nanny."

"How can we make this right, do you think?"

"I should be punished, Nanny," he whispered.

"Certainly you should, but that would only pay for the fact that you've
already cheated on her. You're my slave now, so you're going to have to go
on cheating on her. That doesn't seem fair."

"We could invite her to join us, Nanny," he suggested. I told you my boy
was a quick learner.

"Very good, pet. I think that's an excellent idea. Now, what do you think
is appropriate for your punishment?"

"Twenty strokes, Nanny?"

"I think that's a reasonable start -- bear in mind that she may feel you
need to be punished beyond that, but it'll do for now."

I turned to hand Cathy my crop, and discovered she'd decided to
accessorize. She must have had it in her purse, and now I saw she was
wearing the strap-on I'd used on her the first time we'd made love. She'd
clearly spent the time so far lubing it up carefully, and it glistened. I
signed to her that she could use his whole back and thighs, as well as his
butt, and then put the gag back in.  Cathy started to lash him as I stood
at her side and counted the strokes. She wasn't hitting as hard as I had,
but I felt too light was better than too hard -- we wanted him in shape to
service us -- and twenty strokes IS a lot.

After all twenty, he was shaking as he hung from the ceiling, and the tears
 were flowing again. I approached him, caressed his burning ass, then
roughly pulled the anal plug out, and let it hang from the cock-ring.

"I have a surprise for you now, pet." I released enough tension on the
ropes to let him take two steps backward, and bend forward. I stood in
front of him, removed the gag again, and fed him each nipple in turn. As he
licked greedily, Cathy stepped up and pressed her prick against his
asshole. He realized what was happening, but not who was doing it.

"What? No, please, no."

"Are you telling me 'no', pet?"

"Please Nanny, I'm your slave, please don't let another man fuck me," he
sobbed.

Cathy kept up the pressure, and I felt a jerk as the head of the dildo
passed his sphincter, and John sobbed around the nipple I was feeding him.

"Never mind, pet. Remember your catechism. You agreed to 'come where, when
and with whom' I permit. I reached up to remove his mask, and he quickly
looked over his shoulder to see who was raping him.

Cathy smiled at him evilly: "You didn't think you could get away with
fucking our nanny without me did you?" She shoved in another two inches of
her rod, and he gasped.

"Take it like a man, pet. Look on the bright side -- when she's finished
your punishment, we won't have to hide anything from her, anymore."

"Yes, Nanny -- aahhh!" Cathy fed him another two inches.

"Good, pet, just a little more now."

"Unnhh!" Cathy buried the rest of her tool deep in his ass.

"How do you like that, lover?"

"The pain's going away, Cath," he gasped, gamefully. "I'll be OK."

"Good boy. Now fuck him hard, Cathy!"

She started to pump her plastic prick -- withdrawing until I felt him wince
 as the head made contact with his anal ring, then pumping smoothly
in. After a few strokes, he started to push his ass backwards to meet her,
managing to take the dildo even further into his bowels.

"Oh, yessss! Cath, that feels sooo good!"

"Do you want to come, pet?"

"Please! Nanny, please!"

I removed his cock ring and dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Come in my mouth, then, pet, while your wife takes your cherry!"

Cathy and I then remained almost motionless, as John moved back and forth
on her shaft. He'd push back until it bottomed out in his ass, and his own
head was just resting on my lips, then push forward into my throat,
stopping only as the head of the dildo stretched his sphincter. Since his
own hands were tied above him, I needed to hold onto his hips to give him
the leverage, but by the time he came he was practically swinging from the
ropes. For once, I swallowed everything -- except a little that I shared in
a kiss with first John, then Cathy.

"Thank you for the use of your husband, my love."

"Thank you for the use of your slave, sweetheart."

I turned back to John, released the ratchet on the ropes holding him up,
and he collapsed to the floor.

"On your knees, slave. We're almost done, but there's one last thing.
Recite your catechism for me and Cathy."

He climbed back to his knees, spread his legs, and with back straight and
hands behind his head, began:

"Christie is my mistress ..."

Suddenly, I saw Cathy come around my side and kneel next to him, in the
same position, echoing his words.

"Christie is my mistress ..."

John gasped, stammered, but continued gamely.

"I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,"

Cathy repeated it after him.

"I will at all times be respectful,"

I saw that she, too, was wearing a collar.

"I will come only when, where, and with whom my mistress permits,"

Tears sprang to my eyes.

"My mistress will teach me my duties, and discipline my transgressions."

"My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her.'

With tears now streaming down my face, I fell to my own knees and hugged
them both to me.

"Oh, Cathy, that was beautiful. Do you really mean it -- you can back out
right now, and I won't think less of you."

"No, Nanny -- John is my husband and partner. We made vows to each other
and, even though those vows didn't include having other partners, if we're
going to have one, I think it's best if John and I be equal in the
relationship. I WON'T lose you, and I won't give up John for you."

"Well, now, if you're going to be my slave, you don't get to make
ultimatums -- but just this once I'll pretend you didn't say that, because
you've both made Nanny very happy. Thank you ... pets.

"Now, what's wrong with this picture?"

I stood, with my hands on their heads to make it clear that they were to
stay kneeling.

"John is naked, except for collar and cuffs. Did I give you permission to
wear clothes, girl?"

"No, Nanny." She hung her head.

"Obviously, you need to properly learn your place. Boy! Give her your wrist

cuffs."

"Please Nanny -- I brought my own."

"I see my new slave has been going behind my back. Very well, get them --
and take off that collar. It is not proper for a slave to collar herself.
Then, come back and kneel again."

She handed me the restraints and knelt.

"Boy, cuff her!" I handed him the cuffs, keeping the collar in my hands. As
 he worked, I noted an inscription on the brass plate on the collar.

"Christie: with all my ♥, Jill"

I burst into tears again. "Oh, dear slave, you've been conspiring with
Jill."

"Yes, Nanny. I hope you're not upset."

"No, pet, but I hope you realize that Jill is not as soft as me, and she
does nothing without a quid-pro-quo, or maybe that's 'quim-pro-quo'. She'll
expect something from me in return for helping you plot this.

"Boy -- she's overdressed. Remove that teddy, and the bra beneath it." He
did as he was told, and laid them neatly atop his own clothes. "She can
keep the stockings for now, but take off the pumps."

"Now, pet, recite the catechism. Boy, you can prompt her if necessary --
she hasn't had a chance to memorize it."

"Christie is my mistress ..." She repeated the full oath, with only a
little prompting from John.

I fastened the collar snugly around her throat, clipped her wrist cuffs to
it, and pronounced: "I claim you to my service. Kiss me." Thrusting my hips
forward, I guided her lips to my pussy. Needing no further urging she
licked my sopping labia, and worked upwards to my clit.

"Ohhhh, that's good. John, come around and hold me, I'm feeling a weakness
in my knees."

John put his arms around me from behind, cupping both of my tits, as Cathy
dove into my muff. She licked me quickly to ecstasy, and I collapsed
screaming into John's arms. We sank to the floor, and I lay there in his
arms until I got my breath back.

"Very nice, both of you. Now we have the small matter of the new slave's
discipline. Fasten her in position, boy."

John lifted her to her feet and walked her over to the position we'd had
him tied in earlier. Removing her cuffs from her collar, he clipped them to
the dangling ropes, and tightened the ratchet until she had to go slightly
up on her toes to ease the pressure in her shoulders.

I handed John my riding crop, and said: "I think six strokes will be enough
 for wearing clothes without permission -- she wasn't actually sworn to my
service at that point. Please do the honors. Don't be too easy on her."

He laid in with a will. On the first stroke, she wailed.

"Sorry, John, I forgot the gag." I stopped him.

I gagged her, kissed both cheeks, and patted her bum where the crop had
enflamed her cheek. "Hang in there, pet."

"Continue."

He did, and I stood in front of her, stroking her breasts and pussy between
 each lash. Her nipples were so swollen that I thought I might even be able
to fuck myself on them. By the fifth stroke, she'd stopped trying to scream
through the gag and merely whimpered. After the sixth, she even seemed to
want more.

"Very good pet. One more thing. There's the matter of you raping my slave."
 I stroked her face. "What should the penalty for that be, John?"

"I really couldn't say, Nanny."

"Well, the other day she quoted the Bible to me -- did you know she could
do that? -- so I think it should be biblical... I know: 'Do unto others...'
Fuck her, like she fucked you."

"Yes, Nanny!"

I loosened the ropes and moved her back two steps, as I had with him. Now
rampant again, John stabbed into her pussy with a single long thrust. As he
 drew back, and started a second thrust, I stopped him.

"Wait! Not like that -- didn't I say 'like she fucked you'?"

His face took on a grin that was the twin to the one Cathy had shown when
he first saw her beginning to butt-fuck him.

"Yes, Nanny!"

"Be easy on her, though. Have you had her there before?"

"Yes, Nanny, but not for quite some time."

"Do it then."

He lubed her asshole with her own dripping pussy juices, then grasping her
shoulders, applied firm pressure to her little rosebud. The head sank in,
with a short gasp from Cathy. Apparently, I'd underestimated her, though.
She'd leaned forward as he approached her, and now with a muffled scream
through the gag, threw herself back on his cock. In one move she had him
embedded to the hilt.

"Awesome!", I cried. I removed the gag.

"Thank you, Nanny. Thank you."

"You're welcome, pet." As I kissed her lips, I could feel her wriggling her
 ass on her husband's penis.

"Clearly, as a punishment, this isn't going to work. So why don't you too
love birds just have some fine while I watch."

"Please, Nanny. If you let me down, I can eat you while he fucks me."

"You have entirely too much self-initiative, slave, but I think I'd like
that."

When we'd all come, and John had licked his wife clean, I ordered Cathy to
go upstairs and strip the sheets from the bed.

"We'll take them home to wash, and collect Kevin on the way. You stay here,

John, collect up all our toys and generally clean up and we'll meet you
back home. Don't forget her clothes -- she'll be going home like that --
well, she can wear her raincoat. On the way home, Cathy, you can tell me
all about your little plot with Jill..."

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