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Vickie's Mom Chapter 7


by Cinque Manson

"Teacher's Toy"

        
Nora Handly whisked me to her hotel that very night, or I
should say morning, because it was several hours after midnight
when we clambered into her Mercedes. After I had paid homage
to their bodies with my mouth, my three mistresses, Vickie,
Joanie, and Nora had dismissed me, and had spent the rest of the
evening toying with Sandy, who as I left the amber lit room was
still manacled on the diningroom table. I climbed up to the attic
and lay on my mattress, staring out my window at the cloudless
starry summer sky.
        
I must have dozed off. I awoke when Sandy pulled the
cord on the bare lightbulb that illuminated my room. She was
aglow with a deep flush, in her obscene leather outfit. She looked
at me and said,
        
"Time to go, Bobby. Nora's leaving and she's takin' you
with her."

I asked, "Are you OK?"
        
"A little sore. But, actually, I feel really, really great."
        
I got up from my bed, naked, and we hugged, psychic
siblings, at least under Joanie's roof. Her pointy nipples grazed
mine, and our hairless pubes bumped and rubbed together. We
soul kissed, more affectionate than erotic. Sandy said,
        
"Nora wants you hard when you come downstairs."
        
"These women are going to kill me."
        
"Nobody ever died from a stiff dick, Bobby;" she replied,
squeezing my balls with her hand. She turned and walked to the
bureau. She returned to me and said,
        
"You'd better sit down. She wants me to put this thing on
you, and I don't think I can do it standing up."
       
She held out another tangle of leather and snaps. I sat on
the straight back wooden chair, and Sandy sat at my feet, resting
her arms on my knees. She brushed her nearly white blond hair,
streaked with sweat, back from her face, and looked at the pile of
confusing black leather she held.  Her pretty face was pinched in a
look of puzzled intensity as she brought the device to my cock.
She wrapped one strap around the base of my cock and balls and
snapped it secure. She said,
        
"I wish this had some sort of instructions with it."
        
She enclosed a wide leather band  around my testicles,
and struggled to close it. My balls oozed away from the pressure,
but finally, she pinched them into the narrow channel created by
the band. The device held my balls two inches away from my
body in a tight tunnel of leather, and they bulged out the end,
turning purple. There was one last strap, and Sandy brought it up
between my distended nutsack, separating my balls and tightly
popped the snap. My teendick jumped when I involuntarily
tightened my ass muscles. Sandy said,
        
"Wow."
        
She leaned a little closer to my loins. She pursed her lips
and blew on my twisted cock, and it responded by rising and
bloating in its restraining black leather straps. She said,
        
"I'll remember that afternoon as long as I live, Bobby. The
day you made me cum for the first time, I mean."
        
I reached complete erection just looking down at the ripe
eighteen year old watching as my dick slowly pulsed itself full. I
said,
        
"I can't wait to get back, and I haven't even left yet."
        
"Well, you'd better go, Nora's waiting."

        
Nora, Joanie, and my girlfriend Vickie were lounging on
pillows in the floor of the den. Vickie had on her signature black
silk kimono, perhaps the one I had dropped in the diningroom.
Joanie was nude, idly rubbing the top edge of her hand on a thigh,
she said,
        
"Well, slutboy, how do you like Nora's present", and she
pointed a lazy finger at my groin. "It does wonders for your little
dickie."
        
Nora was fully dressed, in the full length blue shirt dress.
She regarded me inscrutably, one finger crooked under her chin.
At last she said,
        
"All right, Bobby, let's go."
        
Joanie and Vickie stood up, and Vickie held me in her
arms and gave me a peck on the cheek. She said,
        
"I'll miss you, Bobby, I love you."
        
Joanie draped one of her estranged husband's discarded
Burberry raincoats over my shoulders and whispered in my ear,
        
"Pay attention, slutboy, Nora is the best teacher you could
ever hope for. Learn from her, please her, and when you get back
I'll throw you a special dinner."
        
And so we drove across town to Nora's hotel.
        
On the way, Nora explained the nature of her business,
and what she was doing in town.
        
"I run a consulting firm that specializes in assertiveness
training for women. I combine the latest theories of the self-help
movement, feminist scholarship, and my personal experiences."
        
Her hand snaked between my legs and she grabbed the
knob of my stiff cock like a gear shift. She continued her
monologue.
        
"I was a Mistress for hire for decades, in the UK, in
France, all over the Continent, really, and I had a very exclusive
clientele, judges, government ministers. I made a lot, a lot of
money." She rubbed me as she drove with one hand. "But I grew
tired of the daily wear and tear. A few years ago I became aware
of the growing feminist movement, and was delighted at their
observations, although I disagreed with their conclusions." Her
hand was driving me wild and I tried not to squirm under her
onslaught. "With the advent of groups like EST, all the pieces fit
into place for me. I started small, a few wives of my old clients,
and found a very receptive audience. So, now I travel all over the
world,  giving talks and demonstrations to wealthy housewives
and their daughters, actually just awakening in them the power
they already have, but have surrendered to their dull, dull men."
        
We pulled into the parking garage of her hotel. We
climbed up the back stairs, through the quiet carpeted hallway,
and surreptitiously into her suite.
        
Nora Handle's hotel suite was huge, sumptuous, but I was
too tired to appreciate it. Nora led me to a divan and said,
        
"Its been a long day, Bobby, and I must rise early for my
morning seminar. Sleep, rest, and we'll start your sessions tomorrow at
lunch."
        
I lay down, my teen age cock trapped still strapped in the
leather device. Nora went into the other room, and came back
with some padded leather cuffs, which she placed around my
ankles and wrists. She took a stainless steel chain and  wove it
around the leg of the divan. She stood back a little, and said,
        
"There, now you're ready for bed."
        
She walked away and into her bedroom. She left the door
open and I lay, chained to the divan, my eyes hungrily watching
as she disrobed. She looked back at me, shook her head, and
turned off her light.
        
I woke to the sound of a door closing and the smell of
Nora, freshly showered and perfumed. She stood in the center of
the room holding a room service tray. She wore a smartly tailored
navy blue light weight wool suit, matching high heels, and fire engine red hose. She said,
        
"Rise and shine, Bobby. My seminar starts in fifteen
minutes and I've got just enough time to inhale a piece of toast."
        
She walked over to my divan and undid the straps on my
ankles. She rearranged the straps on my wrists so they were held
in place behind my back. My cock, still engorged, was an angry
deep shade of purple. It ached, but truth be told, it was numbed.
It was bigger than I'd ever seen it before. Every vein stood in high
relief along its length, and the head seemed so shiny I fantasized I
could see Nora's reflection in it. My balls poked out of the end of
the tube created by the wide leather band. They were more than
sensitive, they ached like an abscessed tooth.
        
Nora Handly crouched down and took me by the
boycock. She bent me down, inspecting the device, and said,
        
"Uh, that dumb bimbo Sandy wrapped you much too
tightly."
        
She unsnapped the gizmo. Blood coursed through my
privates like a dam had burst. I got even more engorged. Nora
stood, and pushed me back on the divan. She straddled my thighs
and raised the hem of her skirt, up, up past her hips. The red
stockings were pantyhose, but the crotch had been opened and
stitched into an opening that framed her glorious mature sex like
the frame on a classic painting. She said,
        
"Remember this, slutboy?"
        
"Yeyeyes, ma'am", I stammered, as she slid forward on
my legs. Nora took the purple shaft of my dick in her hand and
rubbed me against the fine pantyhose mesh encasing her inner thigh.
My penis, held over night in the restraining device, then suddenly
freed, was tingling with needles and pins. The fabric of
Nora's pantyhose scraped the underside of my teenprick like
sandpaper. I involuntarily sobbed, catching my breath.
        
Nora looked up from the purple monstrosity stroking her
leg and turned her stern attention to my face. She said,
"Excuse me. You're here for my pleasure, Bobby, kindly
keep your comments to yourself." She rasped me a little harder,
and closer to her copper colored bush. "You must be very
sensitive now, huh, well, how's this?" She rubbed the violet bulb
of my tingling prick against the wire of her pubic hair. My ass
clenched and unclenched as I struggled in mute desperation not to
scream. Nora said,
        
"I think I know what will soothe your poor little dick."
        
She lifted herself and inserted me in between her labial
flaps. She lowered herself, tensing her thighs, slowly, slowly,
devouring my overloaded teendick millimeter by millimeter. She
sat, finally, with her knees on the divan behind me and her huge
globular ass on my thighs. Her cunt, surrounding me, was pleasant
and soft, and I throbbed in her as she sat, stock still. She
manipulated her vaginal muscles and gripped me in a slippery
vice. I was just this side of an incredible release, when, with no
warning, she jumped to her feet. She pressed her skirt in place,
patted her sun-kissed wedge cut hair, and gave me a quick glance.
She said,
        
"Don't even think about playing with yourself when I'm
gone, boy, I'm going to need every drop of sperm you can muster
later today."
        
She grabbed her handbag, tucked it under her arm, and
marched purposefully to the door. She said,
        
"I'll be back at twelve-thirty. I'll be with some clients, so
please put on your best manners. Breakfast is on the table, help
yourself. And try and so something about that hang-dog look, its
depressing." Slam! She was gone.
        
I spent the morning bumping around the suite, trying to
do all the things we take for granted when we're not cuffed. I ate
like an animal, jamming my face into the plate on the coffee table.
I managed to smear scrambled eggs over most of me. I loped to the bathroom, turning around to open the doorknob, and was faced with a duel dilemma. My hardon raged, and though I knew from experience I
could force a burning piss through it, I could not aim it without
the use of my hands. And I felt I could piss gallons.
        
I stood looking at myself in the vanity mirror. Short blond
hair, parted to one side, slightly ruffled. Blue eyes, with a haunted
look in them. Wide shoulder and semi-buffed muscles, from years
of doing yardwork for the neighborhood biddies. A dick that did
not look my own, sticking out of my bald fifteen year old groin,
an inch or two  longer than I'd ever seen it. I looked obscene, and
the sight of myself so aroused served to arouse me even more.
This was not the answer to my problem!
        
I left the bathroom. I turned on the TV, awkwardly
twisting the channel dial until I found Big Bird and the rest of the
gang on Sesame Street. I sat and watched with jaded eyes, until
the inane patter about the alphabet spoken by fuzzy little puppets
forced every erotic thought out of my boiling brain. I detumesced,
as Kermit the Frog bobbed back and forth on the screen. I jumped
into the shower and flicked the nozzle up, inundating myself with
a warm cleansing spray, then joined the torrent with my own,
pissing and groaning in pleasure. I opened a window and let the
rising heat of the summer morning dry me off with breezy blasts.
        
The door opened. Nora came in as she had left, business-
like and crisp. She was alone. She stepped over to my chair in
three long strides. She said,
        
"We're having visitors, Bobby. These are clients who pay
extra for demonstrative exhibitions of some of the theories I
present in my lectures. Now, you don't need to do anything other
than what you've been doing." She took my chin in her hand and
held my head up. Her amber eyes were soft as she spoke, "You're
a natural, slutboy, it usually takes years to develop the slavishness
you have shown me in one night. Keep it up! I know you're going
to like this..."
        
There was a knock at the door, and Nora turned my chair
so I faced it. In the dulcet tones of a seasoned showman she said,
        
"Come in, ladies!"
        
And they did. Four women entered the suite, quickly
closing the door behind them, and stood looking at me sitting in
the chair, my arms handcuffed behind my back. They were; a dark
haired woman, small, yet buxom, in her late thirties or early
forties, a girl who must have been her daughter, who looked like
a photograph of her twenty years previous, a tony blond, forty-
something, in a white tennis skirt and T-shirt, and lastly, my
freshman English teacher, Miss Tingley!
        
"Hello, Bobby", Miss Tingley said with a sly smile.
        
"Please do not speak to him just yet," Nora said.
        
"Please help yourself to refreshments, sit and make
yourselves comfortable." Nora put a hand in my armpit and
dragged me off the chair, and walked me into the bedroom.
        
She pushed me on the bed, spread my legs, and placed the
leather restraining device back on m genitals. She said,
        
"This thing has several snaps, and we don't need to make
it quite so tight this morning." With a loud snap she had me
imprisoned once more. She continued, "I don't know how you
know that woman out there, and frankly, I don't care. But for
right now you must not act any differently towards her than you
do my other clients. Understand?"
        
"Yes, ma'am."
        
"Good. Now just follow direction and you'll do fine."
She must have performance anxiety, I thought to myself, because
she didn't seem to be actually addressing herself to me. She put
the dog collar around my neck, and led me back into the sitting
room by my leash.
        
The women gasped when they saw me being led into the
room by Nora, towering over me in her heels. My boydick, in its
tight leather embrace, was swinging heavily, bouncing on my ball
package, which was held out from my groin by the wide strap of
the restraining device. Miss Tingley whistled a soft note of awe.
        
Nora stopped me in front of the group, which sat in a
semicircle on the divan, except for Miss Tingley, who sat in an
armless chair to one side. Nora said,
        
"Welcome. You've listened to me talk all morning, and
have graciously chosen to partake of a demonstration of my
philosophy of feminine power. This," she pointed to me, "is my
slutboy, my body slave. He was loaned to me by a very old, dear
friend, who discovered him through her daughter. As you can see,
he's very docile, and participates willingly. Get on your knees,
slutboy."
        
I did. Nora pulled a chair up and sat in it. She told me to
face her, then crossed her legs at the knee and dangled her high
heel from her enormous foot. She said,
        
"Any man will do this, if the presentation is done correctly.
Slutboy, come closer and smell my feet. I've been on them all
morning, and they're very tired and sore."
        
I lowered my nose to her foot. She smelled warm, a bit
like cheese. I inhaled deeply. She said,
        "Yes, my feet are very tired. Slutboy, I think I'd like you
to massage them with your mouth."
        
She dropped the shoe off the end of her foot and I nuzzled
against it. She rubbed it all over my face, the nylon of her
pantyhose making a hissing sound. She retracted it slightly, until
the line of her toes were sliding back and forth on my bottom lip.
She said,
        
"Wash my feet, boy, open wide and taste me."
        
I opened and she inserted her foot deep into my mouth,
stretching my lips wide. I managed to force my tongue from the
top of my throat, and laved each of the rough nylon clad toes one
after the other. My dick levitated to my belly. Nora said,
        
"Note his arousal. The simple debasing act of kissing my
foot causes a significant erectile event."
        
I moved my eyes around the room and watched the
women bending down to note my significant erectile event. They
nodded approvingly. The teenage girl, the dark hair woman's
look-a-like daughter, smirked and said,
        
"Eeuuu, how gross."
        
"Perhaps, but you can use this perversion to your
advantage," said Nora.
        
She pulled my head off her beautiful long foot with a tug
of the leash. She said,
        
"I'd like you all to try this, take off your shoes. Here, 
take the leash."
        
The pampered looking blond was first, daintily taking the
leash from Nora, and kicking of her espadrilles. She had size four
delicate feet, with passionate pink nail polish. She wore no socks
or stockings. She reclined on the divan and crossed her legs. Nora
said,
        
"Now, tell him what you want him to do. Don't
equivocate, speak to him directly and firmly."
        
The blond looked down at me, and said in a Brynn Mahr
accent,
        "I want you to lick my feet, mister, right now.'
        
She didn't sound very convincing, but I was dying to taste
her petite little toes, so I dipped my head and started sucking. Her
toes fit into my mouth handily, and I sucked each toe individually,
licking in between with the tip of my tongue. She was ticklish,
and giggled quietly. When I transferred my attention to the sole of
her foot, washing with broad fat licks, she sighed, and I saw she
had closed her eyes. I went back to her toes and did my favorite
trick, taking her big toe in my mouth and sucking it in and out,
giving her foot a blowjob. She moaned,
        
"Oh, my. That's actually quite arousing."
        
"Of course it is, but I think for now you should hand the
leash over to Estelle," Nora advised, watching the scenario with
her arms crossed under her breasts.
        
Estelle had a friendly wide face framed by black curly hair.
She and her daughter were both dressed in white cotton peasant
dresses that showed off their tans. Estelle's full lips were set in a
grin, and her face was slightly flushed. Her daughter sat next to
her on the divan staring at my prick pulsing in its device. She
asked,
        
"Why's his thing in that thing?"
        
"To keep him from cumming, Julie," said Estelle.
        
"I caught your talk last year," Estelle continued, "and its
worked wonders for my marriage. When I heard you were
coming again I signed us up for Julie's sake"
        
"Oh, Mom."
        
Estelle reached down and removed her sandal, and slipped
Julie's sneaker off as well. She positioned herself so her foot and
her daughter's were side by side. She said,
        
"All right, slutboy, my daughter has never had her foot
kissed by a man, I want you to work on both of us now."
        
My mind reeled at the sight of the two feet together, side
by side. Both tan, the mother's thin and narrow, Julie's rounder
and more childlike. I sat to work lapping first one, then the other,
trying to please the mother, who obviously loved having her toes
munched by a fifteen year old stranger and the daughter, who was
adjusting to the new experience by wiggling her toes inside my
mouth. Julie said,
        
"Mmmmm, that feels nasty."
        
Estelle said,
        "You think that's nasty, baby, look at this," and Estelle
reined my head under her dress, pushing it up to her trim
stomach. The sexy forty year old was wearing plain white panties.
I stared at the apex of her thighs as she spread her legs to expose
the crotch panel of her panties to my gaze. She said,
        
"Smell me, slutboy? Your toe-sucking makes me wet. And
I can see it makes you hard. Lick my panties, you little pervert."
        
I was in a turmoil of arousal.  Estelle pulled me closer to
her crotch, but just close enough that I could barely graze the
damp crotch panel of her white cotton panties with the tip of my
tongue. She said,
        
"That's right, reach for it."
        
I only got two swipes at her when she pulled me away.
She handed her daughter Julie my leash. The rich blond at the end
of the divan exclaimed,
        
"Oh, my."
        
Julie looked at me contemptuously. Anyone who
acquiesced to her mother so easily was a worm. She tugged me
back to her plump young foot and said,
        
"Just lick that foot, don't even think about anything else,
you ickey perv."
        
She splayed her toes and pinched my nose with them, as I
washed and kissed. Nora said,
        
"That's good, Julie, don't let him get ideas you don't wish
him to have. Set his limits for him and he'll do what you desire.
Now, it's Barbara's turn."
        
My English teacher, Barbara Tingley sat in the armless
chair, hands in her lap, with a flushed face and an expression like
a cat gets when he's eaten the proverbial canary. Julie reached
over and casually handed the leash to her. She was wearing a
green silk dress cut up the side, an Oriental cut, and her shoulder
length auburn hair was pinned on the sides just above her ears.
Her round milk chocolate eyes were agog, looking at me, her
former star pupil, on my knees before her, my dick bobbing and
weaving slightly in time to my heartbeat. I notice her nipples erect
through her dress. She reached down and pulled off her green
satin high heel. In the summer heat she wore no stockings. She
spoke, "Well, Bobby, just look at you."
        
She pointed a toe and lightly ran it down the side of my
face, down my neck, and to my chest. She scooted forward in her
chair, and her dress rose up her thighs. Her long legs were not
tanned, and were very, very smooth. She curled her toes under
and caught one of my nipples in them. She flexed her foot several
time, and my nipple grew full. She dropped her foot to my lap,
pushing my boy dick down, and kept sliding untl she reached the
head, and when her foot fell off it, my cock sprang back up and
hit my belly with a slap. She said,
        
"That's nice, Bobby, bigger than most adult men. Is it for
me?"
        
"Yes, ma'am. its for you."
        
She pressed up and forward, crushing my cock against my
stomach. She said,
        
"What's for me, Bobby, tell me what's for me."
        
"My dick, Miss Tingley, my dick is hard for you."
        
Her eyes glowed brightly. She pulled her foot back. She
said to Nora,
        
"Ooooh, that's nice. You're right, I feel remarkable."
        Nora pulled her chair over next to Miss Tingley's. She
said,
        "Does it excite you to fondle this teenage boy with the
your feet?"
        
"Mmmm, yes, the hardness of it under my feet, at my
mercy, its really uncanny."
        
Nora lifted her shoeless foot under the bunched package
of my nuts and scoured them with the rough weave of her
pantyhose. She said,
        
"Well, don't stop, then, feel your power over him totally!"
        
Miss Tingley peeled her other shoe off, lifted her rear
slightly off the chair, and pulled her dress up. She wore no
underwear, her trim legs turned outwards and I stared at her
crotch. Nora was agitating my distended, bulging nutsack with
both feet, and I swiveled my hips in time to her ministrations.
Miss Tingley placed a hand on either side of her elegant little
snatch, and pulled it open and shut, winking it at me. She brought
her feet up and captured my dancing boycock. My English
teacher jacked me off with a foot on either side of my rocky
prick, while Nora scourged my testicles with her nyloned toes.
I felt someone move behind me, and then the trim blond in the
tennis skirt came around and next to me. She stood for a moment
with her hand on my shoulder, watching as the two women
tormented my teen age dick with their feet, then unzipped her
skirt at the side and stepped out of it. She followed that with her
little bikini panties, and she buried a hand in her diminutive pussy.
Estelle and Julie watched from the divan, and I noticed the
mother with a hand working in her daughter's lap. The blond sat
on her haunches, and frigged herself as she examined the four feet
working on me. She asked Nora,
        
"May I kiss that? He's so young, and I really want to suck
his cock."
        Nora said,
        
"Of course, if its your desire, you may do anything you
please."
        
Miss Tingley moved her feet down the length of my
throbbing dick, making room for the blond. She took the tip of
her tongue and stuck it in my peehole, and rapidly worked her
tongue in it, while Nora and Miss Tingley resumed their
combined masturbation. The blond, her hair pulled tightly on her
small skull, moved down to the ridge of skin beneath the purple
head of my cock and flicked her tongue there. She stopped, then
resumed, then stopped. I gasped. Restraint or not, I was coming.
The rich blond matron took the whole bulbous head of my dick in
her mouth and washed it like I'd washed her toes. Nora reached
down with her hand and unsnapped the strap of my device around
the base of my penis, and I grew in response to the vacuum
cleaner suck the blond was applying to me. She leaned back away
from me, her hand busily flailing in her lap, howling out her cum.
Miss Tingley took advantage of her absence on my peter by
moving a foot up to that same ridge of skin the blond had flicked.
She agitated her big toe beneath the head of my cock and I
shuddered.
        
Nora stood me up with a strong pull on my leash, choking
me, and she drew me closer to Miss Tingley, who had followed
my movements and continued to rub her feet all over my boydick.
        Nora said,
        "Cum for us, slutboy, cum all over your teacher's pussy."
        
Miss Tingley spread her thighs a bit wider and I sprayed
her with thick boyseed. My jizz landed on target, right in the open
cunt of my English teacher. The blond kneeling on the floor next
to her, groaned, and Nora's hand grasped my prick and pointed
me at the blond's upturned face. I let loose with another spasm,
throwing a line of my pearls into the blond's waiting mouth and
down her pointy chin. Miss Tingley yanked me out of Nora's
grasp, and planted her own red lipsticked mouth on me, leaning
forward and deep throating me in a single thrust. I couldn't
believe my eyes, it looked like an optical illusion as my dick had
dissappeared in Miss Tingleys mouth.  I cried out, and pumped
seed over and over into my teachers gullet. Her cheeks hollowed
out as she sucked me dry. Then, with her eyes closed, she
withdrew, and my cock reemerged slowly from her lips, until, at
last, a thread of my boycum draped from my peehole to her lips.
She ran her tongue across her lips, and sucked the cum up like an
errant noodle.
        
Nora said,
        "Well, that went rather well. We have the spa reserved for
the afternoon, and I think we could all do with a sauna."
