The Nanny

THE NANNY

Jo has her first session with Madam and her stepdaughter as a pair and is fitted with a new wardrobe ensemble, along with some personable fitting jewelry.

Chapter Eight

       Turning from the hallway, negotiating the thirteen steps down to another corridor underneath the mansion, Jo leaves the worn out son still asleep in his suite as she follows the escort for her forthcoming session with the mother and daughter.  Completely naked and wet, her arms crossed but uncuffed behind her neck to the chocker collar, she feels the nauseated feeling in the pit of her stomach knowing, yet not knowing what’s ahead of her.

       Having been awakened at seven in the morning by the escort’s tug on her shoulder, instructed to roll out of bed and quickly shower in the son’s bathroom, she now groggily follows along as she thinks back to the past few hours with the son, spending the entire evening snuggling with him, being sporadically awakened throughout the night for him to mount her from virtually every angle imaginable.  Having put on an enthusiastic front for him, trying to satisfy his every desire enthusiastically, she’s certainly had her share of sex especially after finally being allowed the explosive orgasm with him after so many frustrating denials before.  Hopefully, she thinks to herself, she’s succeeding in seducing him.

       Approaching a set of large mahogany doors at the far end of the corridor, the escort gives a couple quick raps before turning the brass knob and opening the right side.  Following him into the sparse chamber her heart skips a beat as she sees the mother and daughter, both virtually naked and standing together under a swaying chain hanging from a block and tackle above a small podium in the center of the room.  A stainless steel chest not unlike a toolbox on rollers sets beside the podium, its lid partially opened.

       “Over here… Bring her over here!”  Madam instructs, nonchalant in her attitude in front of the escort as she waves them toward the podium.  “Underneath the chain here.”

       Giving Jo a tug, he directs her between the pair, having her step up onto the platform.

       “Turn her, affix the chain to the back of her collar.”  Madam directs as she stands next to the smiling daughter, intently watching as she adds.  “That’s good… Know what?... Go ahead and feel her tit, give it a good squeeze while you slide a thumb up inside her pussy.   And Jo… You keep those hands behind your neck, actually grip the chain and keep hold of it.”

       Obviously surprised but not hesitating to obey, the escort reaches up and cups Jo’s right breast giving it a firm squeeze as he watches the areola spread, the nipple thicken as his thumb form his other hand slides between her twitching thighs, knuckle deep up into her damp slit.

       “Okay, that’s enough.  Now hers, same thing.”  Madam instructs while nodding toward her stepdaughter.

       Glancing toward the girl’s breasts, glancing back toward Madam, he hesitates this time as he slowly releases Jo’s melon.

       “Go ahead; you know you want too, now do it!”

       “Yes, Madam!”  He answers, still hesitantly, inside anxious with the back of his mind thinking of Master.

       “Do it, damn it!”  Madam orders, again nodding toward the girl.  “She’s waiting!”

       Taking a couple steps, he stands in front of Jessica as she obediently spreads her arms  apart, her open hands facing forward down toward her legs.  Sliding his left hand across her right breast, he senses her arching her chest outward.  As he slips his other hand into the narrow split separating her thighs, his thumb slides up into her moist slit.  Melding her firm breast, more then a handful but not the size of Jo’s, he feels his thumb gripped a little tighter between her thighs as she flexes.  Glancing toward the girl’s face, her eyes locked on his, he catches the slightest of a grin on her barely parted lips, the tip of her tongue flicking around its edges as her hips continue to gently twitch.

       “Okay, you can leave us now, thank you!”  Madam still with the same monotone voice instructs as she thrusts her own firm breasts outward while slipping her hand softly across her bare pubic mound.  “You won’t be needed for awhile.”

       “Yes, thank you!”  The girl mimicking her stepmother smirks while gripping his hand rising up from her vagina.  Tugging it toward her lips, flicking her tongue across the moist thumb, she whimpers, “Ummm!... You going to taste me too?”

       Turning, pulling his hand away, he heads for the door without looking back, shutting it behind him while raising his thumb toward his mouth while thinking to himself, what a job!

       Standing on the podium, still gripping the chain above her head while taking in the surreal scene Jo silently watches the door shut, realizing the attention’s now going to be on her. Shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath she waits.

       “Okay Jo!”  Madam, grinning toward her stepdaughter then speaks as she flips the rather large chest’s lid completely open.  “Time for me to start Jess’ training if she can get her mind off him, don’t you think?... Now Jo, push those titties out here for us, and spread those legs too!”

       Jo instantly obeys, watching as Madam turns toward her after lifting out a flexible harness appearing apparatus.  Appeared to be made of an equal amount of burnt leather straps hinged to a number of contoured adjustable stainless steel tubes no more then an inch wide in any area, its design seemingly allows for it to be mounted across a woman’s naked body.

       “Don’t move Jo, I’ve got several pieces of this to clip together all around you before you’re prepared and if you’re not careful you could wind up getting pinched pretty good!”  Madam instructs as she lifts, obviously centering it in front of Jo’s bare breasts.  “Push ‘em out toward me…. That’s it.”  Lining up the pair of large circular metal rings of the flexible equipment and sliding them across Jo’s thrusting out breasts, she slides the connecting upper straps around Jo’s sides just below her armpits.  “Fasten it, Jess…. Top and bottom.”  She adds, holding the rings against Jo’s breastbone.

       Feeling the girl’s hands tightening the pairs of harness straps from across her back, each tug forcing the rings tighter across her torso spreading her jiggling breasts further apart, Jo continues to grip the chain above her head as she glances down at Madam’s hands reaching back into the metal chest and bringing out another piece of the equipment.  A pair of unique smaller, tubular stainless steel rings a couple inches in diameter and about an inch in depth sparkle in their hinged straps as Madam lifts it up for Jo to get a better look.

       “Between your legs Jo!”  Madam smiles.  “See these pair of tube type rings?  They’re adjustable like the titty rings and will mount nicely right up in your orifices… Now spread wide for me!”

       Staring toward Madam’s hands, barely moaning, Jo shuffles her feet slowly apart as she feels the apparatus being slipped between her spreading thighs, the girl clipping the rear end to the bottom of the top harness.

       “Okay Jo squat a little for me, let me line these tubes up.”  Madam demands as she manipulates the rear circular metal across Jo’s puckered rectum.  “Relax… It’s going to go in one way or another Jo!”  Madam orders as she twists and shoves until the ring plops into place.

       “Oomph!”  A slight squeal as Jo feels the slick metal rimming her butt hole, the strap spreading her inner thighs.

       “Oh for goodness sake Jo.”  Madam scolds with a smirk as she fingers the front tube.  “That ring will stretch your butt two; three times wider then that when it’s fully adjusted!”

       Sliding the front tube up between Jo’s spreading labia lips; Madam feels Jo again flinching as the smooth metal ring slips easier into place.  Stretching the end of the strap upwards across Jo’s bellybutton, slipping its end up through the eyelet on the bottom of the top harness, she tugs, tightens it in place.  “There!”  Madam smiles.  “How’s that fit… Okay?”

       The set of harnesses snug across her body, Jo just slowly nods toward madam.  “Okay… Okay Madam.”

       “Good!... Hands down to your sides then.”  Madam orders as she reaches back in the open chest.  Bringing out a pair of wrist cuffs with clips, she slips one across Jo’s right wrist and snaps it to an eyelet on the bottom side of the top harness.  Doing the same with the other cuff, Jo’s wrists are secured at her waist.  Another short strap from the work chest and Jo finds her arms being forced behind her as the strap’s tightened enough to force her elbows together behind her back, her hands still palms out at her sides.

       Her chest forced further outward as her shoulders arch back, the harness presses harsher against her sternum bulging her twitching breasts up and out from the metal rings.  The cool metal sinks into her flesh both across her chest and between her legs causing just a little discomfort as the formed harness molds around her naked body from breasts to thighs.

       “Okay Jo, just about done for now!”  Madam instructs while adding, “But there are several more pieces to your new outfit still in the chest that can be used for a variety of reasons…. And will be in due time.  But first, let’s slide on a pair of heels.

       One more trip into the container and Madam lifts out a six inch pair of black stilettos. Setting one on the podium, lifting Jo’s left foot, she slips the heel on, tightens the strap as the hanging down chain strains at Jo’s collar.  “Hold her steady, Jess.” Madam orders as she grabs the other stiletto and grips Jo’s right foot.  Forcing it on, strapping it tight, she steps back a step.  “You okay Jo?... Ever walk in six inch heels before?  Get used to it, it makes your legs look great with those calves flexing!”

       Trying to balance, her breasts swaying toward her sides, Jo struggles to maintain her balance on the podium as Jess grips her hips from behind.  Steadying herself, glancing downward she curiously watches as Madam reaches between the metal rings circling her breasts and begins ratcheting a center adjustment with a small hand tool from the drawer.  Feeling the rings closing, her breasts bulging, Jo can only watch as her ballooning breasts painfully raise and lift apart as her areolas and nipples stretch and flatten on her contorting and almost perfectly round globes forming into the size of grapefruits.

       A couple final clicks and Madam’s satisfied with the just barley discoloring breasts, lowers the tool between Jo’s thighs.  More ratcheting and Jo feels her rectum spreading open as the metal ring presses on the inner sides of her thighs.  The tool removed, slid forward, she feels her vagina stretching with each click, again that metal ring pressing outward spreading her labia lips against her inner thighs as her vulva spreads apart forming a rounded hallow gap.

       “Jo, you look magnificent!... Doesn’t she Jess?”  The Madam blurts as she slowly walks around the podium taking in Jo’s contorted, harnessed body, everything totally stretched and exposed on her shimmering bare flesh.  “You should see yourself!... I think I’m going to show you off to some lady friends coming over later this morning, just about like you are now!... Yes, all you need now is a nice short chain between your ankles.”  She adds as she reaches down into the metal chest.  Turning with the chain while glancing toward her stepdaughter she orders.  “Help her down, I want to see her walk.”

       The chain released from the collar then held by her hips, Jo steps carefully from the podium as Madam kneels and waits.  Cuffing both ankles, the chain’s six inches slacken as Madam stands upright and orders.  “Okay, Jo… Over to the door and back for us.”

       Clenching her fists at her sides while attempting to balance herself, Jo nearly stumbles as the chain tightens and catches as she faces the door and takes her first step.  “Ooomph!”  Catching herself, her breasts bobbing out from the stainless rings, she takes another, then another step as the spiked heels tap across the wooden floor under her twisting ankles.  Twisting, bowing as she shuffles, her orifices painfully stretched around the widened rings forces her to bow her knees as she arches her shoulders back, her damp hair sticking across her glistening shoulders.

       “Good girl, Jo… You should see yourself!”  Madam smirks. “Those titties look like volley balls bouncing around off the front of you!”

       “Yea!”  Jessica adds, “How’s that pussy of yours feel now Barbie!”

       Moaning, grunting while taking tiny steps Jo makes her way back toward the podium as Madam grips an elbow and helps her step back up onto it.  Turning her around, she nods toward Jessica, then back toward the open chest.  “Oh, I forgot, of course you’ll be in need of some body jewelry for tonight!... You won’t mind having piercings for those nipples and clit too, huh, Jo!”

       Starring wide eyed toward the open metal chest, at the instrument in Madam’s hand, obviously some kind of clamping device, Jo’s stomach again twists in knots.  The nauseated, sickening feeling she felt on the plane when she was being sadistically probed with the skewers returns as she can’t believe her eyes.  Slowly shaking her head, moaning under her breath, her eyes are transfixed on the instrument spreading and closing in Madam’s clenching fist as she lifts it upwards.

       “This makes nice, clean piercings, a little painful but efficient Jo!”  Madam instructs.  “Let’s see… Each nipple, the clit hood and maybe, the navel?… Nah!... We’ll just do the tits and pussy all together, and get it over with, what do you say?!”  She continues as she glances toward he stepdaughter and nods.  “Fasten that chain to the collar again then hold her hips so she doesn’t fall backwards, I’ll start with her right tit.”

       Palming Jo’s right breast, bouncing it a couple times up and down like a ball, then slipping the tool’s edge across the nearly translucent areola and centering the nub of the flattened nipple, Madam glances up toward Jo’s flushed face.  “You may turn your head, but don’t make too much of a fuss or I’ll pierce your clit instead of the clit hood, understand?... I said, understand?”

       Glancing away, her voice trembling, Jo mutters with a tear in her eye.  “Yeh… Yea… Yes Madam!... I… I understand!... But, but it’s going to really hurt!”

       “Of course it is, Jo!”  The Madam scolds.  “That’s half the fun, don’t you think?... Now be a big girl and mind me… The chain ready Jessica?... Hold her hips tight while you lean around here and watch what I’m doing.”

       Feeling the cold steel against her tautly stretched breast, turning her head, Jo bites her lip as she feels a slight pressure surrounding her nipple, then…’Snap!’

       “Uuuuummmmmmppphhh!!!”  Her body straightening, stiffening, a hoarse rasping moan escapes Jo’s clinched lips as her fingers clench and dig into her palms.  “Oh my God!”

       Releasing the trigger and sliding the tool away, Madam lays it on the tool chest and retrieves a hollow gold bar stud.  “That’s a thick piercing Jo, but it’s needed to hold this.”  Madam directs as she grips Jo’s breast and forces the stud through the surprisingly barely tinged nipple.  Probing it through, tightening the ball on its end she squeezes the round globe while inspecting her work, centering the stud across the spread out areola.  “Perfect, just perfect, huh Jessica?”

       Glancing around, giving an approving nod, the stepdaughter grins toward Madam.  “I think I’d like that, but I bet it hurts though, huh?”

       “Don’t get any ideas Jessica, that’s for whores, not you!”  Madam scolds, as she turns and picks up the tool.  “Other tit next, Jo… Push it out for me!”

       Tears dripping from her welling eyes, Jo still finds herself obeying as she twists her shoulders around, forcing her breast out.  Again feeling the cold steel pressing against her other nipple, again she turns her head as she feels the ‘plop.’  The pain shoots through her breast as she grunts while twisting back and forth.  “God… Damn!!!... Damn!…  Oh… Damn!!!”

       “Oh you sissy!”  Madam scolds as she retrieves another gold stud and reaches for that pierced nipple.  “Hold still!... Now Jessica, watch closely, you’re doing her clit hood!”  Shoving the stud through the slightly bleeding hole, she quickly affixes the gold ball to secure it.  Holding both bulging breasts in the palms of her hands while slightly raising and lowering them back and forth, she inspects their alignment as a trace of blood drips off the left nipple.  Again smiling, she adds, “Damn Jo, I sure know how to center theses things, don’t I?... They’re just perfect!... Now to your pussy!... Ready Jessica?”

       Again retrieving the tool, Madam glances toward her stepdaughter.  “I’ll hold those hips tight, I’m going to be right close to you”  Pinching the moist nub between her fingernail and thumbnail, Madam tugs Jo’s clit outwards while having Jessica position the tool across the stretching clit hood.  “Brace yourself Jo!”  Madam warns as she shows her stepdaughter where to snug the head of the tool evenly across the quivering flesh.

       Watching Jo’s trembling abs right in front of her face, watching her flattened stomach rippling along with the wheezing of each nervous breath, Jessica excitedly smiles back at Jo’s pleading eyes looking down at her.  Madam continues the torment by tugging the clit a little further out between her nails and holding it steady.  “Get ready Jessica… Now!”  ‘Click!’

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Unable to hold her screech, her body twisting in the hands of Madam, Jo’s spread orifices tremble in their harness as her thighs are forced to remain apart by the metal rings.  Her knees bending, her ankles twisting in the stilettos, she struggles to maintain her equilibrium as her bulging melons sway back and forth from the embedded rings.

       “Okay Jo, hold still while I mount this stud!”  Madam scolds as she steps around as Jessica steps back, smiling down toward the tool still in her hand.  Quickly slipping the stud through the bleeding hole, she fastens the small ball to its end.  “There… Now that wasn’t so bad, was it girlfriend?”  She adds, and then nods toward her stepdaughter after checking its alignment.  “Good, real good job, Jess…. Perfect!...   Now dismount her.”  Glancing back toward Jo, again aligning each stud, she adds in a quiet voice. “You can be proud of your jewelry now Jo!... When you get to show it all off today!”

       The stepdaughter lays the tool on the work chest and steps behind Jo.  Unfastening the chain once again from the chocker collar, she grips Jo’s arm and leads her off the podium to stand between them.  The Madam’s dipped a clean white cloth with some alcohol and steps beside Jo to swipe her fresh pieces, first her breasts, down across her stomach to between her shaking thighs.

       Grunting, twisting her head from side to side, again flashbacks of the plane come to mind as the searing alcohol burns at her raw wounds, especially across her aching clit.  Glaring down toward the slightly crimson cloth as it’s pulled away, Jo forces her self not to urinate as she unsuccessfully tries to press her thighs together.  Feeling a trickle between her legs she humiliatingly glances toward the floor as a few dribbles splash and collect between her heels.

       “Jo!... Shame on you!”  Madam scolds as she takes the cloth and rams it between Jo’s spread thighs.  “You’re pissing on my clean floor!  How dare you!”  Shaking her head, shoving downward across Jo’s shoulder she continues.  “Jessica will take you to the restroom… After you clean that up, completely!”

       Being forced to her knees, nearly falling forward, Jo feels the warmth spreading across her flushing face as she leans toward the yellow spots, still trying to hold her kidneys.

       “Every last drop!... I should make you lick it!” She hears Madam’s voice ringing in her ears as Madam stuffs the damp, white rag in her mouth.  “And, you’ll pay for that with a nice little punishment session later!... If you can’t control your pussy, the next time that happens I’ll work it with a strap till it swells shut!... Now clean the floor!”

       Tilting forward, the top of her forehead scraping the spotted floor along with her tangled hair, Jo forces the rag into the dribbles, the smell of alcohol mixing with her urine bitter, her stomach reflexively convulses as she struggles not to throw up.  Swiping at one, the second and third, she closes her eyes as she holds her breath, her heart pounding as she desperately tries to clinch her thighs.

       “That’s good enough for now Jo.”  Madam scolds while gripping her arm.  “Get up and give me that!”  Glancing toward her stepdaughter, she adds.  “Take her in the restroom and clean her up real good with a wash cloth after she pees…. The harness stays on, and make sure it’s wiped off too, understand?”  Turning, tossing the towel across the open lid, Madam walks toward the double doors, adding.  “Bring her to my room so we get her made up to be presentable for our luncheon guests, okay?”

       Struggling to her feet, the rag tugged from her mouth, Jo’s still clumsy standing in the stilettos as she feels Jessica’s hand on her hip, twisting and leading her toward the rear of the room to the restroom door.

       “Damn Jo, you sure pissed her off, didn’t you?”  Jessica whisperingly giggles as she grips Jo’s left butt cheek in the palm of her left hand while cupping the fresh piercing of Jo’s right breast with her right, gently twisting the new stud.  “Anyway, I think these piercings are cool, I don’t care what she thinks.  Hell, I could nearly cum myself when I pierced you down there!... You know, I think I’m going to get my titties pierced too, to match yours, yeh!”

End Part Eight