The ChangelingSubmitted by: Anonymous
I have a job that people would kill for I support the company sales team with technical services. My work is planed out about two weeks in advance and if I get two and a half days a week it's a very busy week.
I have some hobbies and read quite a bit but still have quite a bit of spare time. I am just over 6ft tall and weigh in at 14 stone. Three years ago while in an increasingly unhappy marriage I was over 6 stone heavier. We had been together for over twenty years had two kids and it came as a bit of a shock to realise that we had nothing in common other than child raising. They had grown and left home and we had grown apart had an amicable separation and divorce she had bought a flat in the city an I a canal barge moored somewhere north of the back of beyond.
We had at first a good sex life. We were a little unadventurous and very vanilla. I always knew I had a submissive side but until I found the Internet the thousands of Fem Dome sites and then chastity sites I had no idea of the pull this imagery would have on me.
So there I was surfing kink websites thinking what might be and in reality what would never be. I had bought a few devices and had been to see some very nice professional ladies but at the end of the day if you are paying then you are in control. So I had given up that approach. Introduction services had been disappointing to say the least so I was resigned to putting the keys in the post and worshiping from afar.
Today things were a bit sameold sameold and I started daydreaming about a nearly relative. She was a lifetime companion to an aunt who mum had told me in her last call had died. She was actually mum's half sister and while not exactly the black sheep of the family considered by mum and her other sisters to be very dark grey. I had never really got on with her, there were few boys in my mums extended family, my brother two cousins and myself. Dozens of girls and aunt Rose always had more time for them than us boys. Her companion we kids called Aunt Rebecca, I absolutely adored her despite the fact she had once given me a pants down spanking for throwing stones and injuring one of my female cousins. I got a massive (well massive for a twelve year old) hard on, after that she would always tease me mercilessly at family gatherings Including the last one, my nephew Ralph's wedding, where she announced that I needed a good woman to take me in hand and give me what I needed.
No one knew how old she was, she had been with Rose all my life but had a face it was impossible to put a date on.
Poor old aunt Rose looked very old and frail at the wedding but Rebecca looked as radiant and sexy as ever. She was wearing a low cut number and her very slim waist was obviously getting some assistance from something with stays and laces. I must have spent most of the time staring into her cleavage. Every time I looked up she would be smiling at me.
I picked up the letter I had received two weeks ago from Aunt Rose's solicitor. And after phoning mum and my brother and two sisters found they all had a similar one asking us to a meeting of Aunt Rose's beneficiaries. We were all met to at an office in Birmingham that afternoon and it had been this letter that had sparked the recent memories of Rebecca's cleavage and somewhat disturbingly some detailed flashbacks to being held kicking and screaming over her knee while Aunt Rose applied ointment and a bandage to my hateful cousin's forehead.
I love my mum to bits but the harridan horde of her sisters leave me stone cold. You could measure the glee when the solicitor explained that Rebecca had not been included in the will and had not even been seen since just before Rose had died. The consensus was tht she and Rose had come to a massive falling out and Rebecca had left her when here need was greatest. He went on to scotch this theory by informing everyone that the will was 25 years old and further more Rebecca had never been included in any of Aunt Rose's wills. I was mortified, being the second eldest son of one of Rose younger sisters I expected nothing from the estate and had only attended for mum's sake and for another look at Rebecca's ample bosom.
I cheered up at the solicitor's next comment when he shocked everyone by saying that subject to the satisfying two clauses Aunt Roses entire estate worth several hundred thousand had been left to one member of the family. I was relishing watching all but one of the witches leave empty handed and seeing if the lucky one could survive the cold steel stares. He went on to outline the conditions of the will. The recipient was to keep the whole sum and all property including her house intact for twenty-five years. They also had to make the House their main home. If these two conditions were to be broken the house and property were to be sold at auction and all the proceeds donated to the local cats home.
I was nearly choking trying not to laugh. The two eldest sisters were looking daggers at each other both having previously boasted about what had been promised to them.
The next bit took me a bit by surprise, the solicitor announced to the gathering that the sole beneficiary was Rose Neil's nephew Kevin.... Me!
I nearly fell of my chair. Mum broke the awful silence by laughing and then reminding me that despite her cool air rose had always thought very highly of me.
Pandemonium broke out everyone except my immediate family rushed out saying they were off to seek advice about contesting the will. The solicitor asked for order and then demanded everyone else leave. I sat looking unbelievably at him. He offered his services for managing the various arrangements to be made and handed me a bunch papers and told me not to worry, the will was as sound as cast iron. He informed me that there had been some sort of break in reported at the house, but the police had found no evidence other than a broken window. Then he handied me two bunches of keys saying one was for the house, and he had no idea what the other was for, but it had been Roses last request of him that he give them personally to me. He then advised me to go there as soon as possible.
The house was just as I remembered it. Quite large and very secluded. I opened the door and felt that old presence immediately I had always had the feeling I was being watched and cared for here. It was late November and it was very cold but the house was warm I went to the kitchen and the Aga was lit I supposed that someone was looking after the place and wondered why the solicitor had not told me. I started to explore the house rediscovering old nooks and corners from childhood visits. This was just the job, about 20 times more space than my old narrow boat and dry. Upstairs was just as warm and inviting as the rest of the house. I checked out the two smaller bedrooms then the main bedroom It suddenly struck me that the upstairs seemed considerably smaller than downstairs.
I walked into the bathroom and found to my surprise a bathrobe in my size.
I striped off and walked into the huge shower to try it out. Ten minutes later clean and refreshed I continued my exploration. There was a massive oak wardrobe at the end of the room I had hidden inside it when I was about 10 and had fell asleep in the bottom. Rebecca had found me and sent me downstairs to my parents. It was then full of silks and lace but now was bare. I wondered why someone would go to the trouble of panelling the inside of a wardrobe then noticed the keyhole. I remembered the other keys and ran back to the bathroom to fish them out of my trouser pockets. It was fairly obvious which one opened this lock I operated the key and the back of the wardrobe swung into a huge room that I had fantasised about frequently.
I was in awe there was a saint Andrews cross dominating one wall a body cage hanging from the roof, a rack in centre place. A Bench with arm and leg restraints and numerous whips crops and paddles hung all around the wall along with every conceivable gag I could think of, cuffs and restraints of every form. The door clicked shut behind me luckily it was the type of lock that needed the key turning to lock it. I looked at the door in wonder a painting of Rebecca wearing six-inch stiletto heels, an impossibly tight-laced corset and a smile looked back at me flexing a crop in a way that told she was expert in its use. I was sporting a very hard erection that I knew I would be punished for if she were here and despite myself started to stroke it.
I managed to stop and sat on the bench and was immediately transfixed by the wrist and leg restraints attached to the bench. I was almost in a trance as I buckled the thick straps around my ankles and knees. This left my groin exposed in a very defenseless fashion. I lay back on the bench and felt the wrist and elbow restraints I figured that after I had buckled my head into the head harness I would be able to wriggle around and get my arms through the arm restraints and have a fairly convincing scenario of total helplessness. The chest and waist straps would be left useless on the floor but this was as exciting as I had ever known it. As I finished twisting around I tested the apparatus with every ounce of strength I could muster. I could not budge.
The smile froze on my lips when as I relaxed, some unobserved ratchet mechanism pulled first the elbow restraints in and then the wrists. I was totally helpless and very scared I heard a metallic noise and managed to crane my neck enough to see the Key turning by itself in the lock and then to my complete bewilderment Rebecca started to emerge from the painting leaving a plain door behind her.
I started to ask her what was happening to me my reply was a single cut with the crop on my inner thigh and a finger held to her lips. Then that same smile returned to her face. She moved over to a wall and located something on a rack, returning to me she showed me a huge ballgag and offered it to me. I closed my mouth and did my best to turn my head away, she casually wrapped her fingers around my balls and gave them a squeeze I opened my mouth for the gag and entered a silenced world.
Now she started to tell me how my life was going to be. She was one of the survivors of an ancient race, a race that looked human but lived on the energy released by others. She had developed over thousands of years into a being who fed of the energies given of by sexually aroused humans. Her preferred method of harvesting her crop was by restraint and punishment keeping her prey at a high level of sexual excitement and only allowing strictly controlled and rationed release. She returned to the rack and came back with a male chastity belt and a tray. I was informed that I would be wearing this or something like it for the rest of my life. She touched the end of my penis with a finger and stroked it gently It twitched and bucked wit a life of its own. She sat on my belly with her back to me and reached for something from the tray.
I felt the piercing needle enter the flesh of my shaft and all the sensation as it cut through to the other side. She then replaced the needle with a ring and I felt the ball being fitted in place. I screamed into the gag as she repeated the operation four times on my shaft then once again through my cockhead. I felt her place my now deflated cock into a tube It was pulled fully in by the ring through my cockhead, it was agony. Another needle cut into my cock and I was sure I had an Albert piercing. Next I felt something being forced down my urethra and then heard a click she then explained that I had 5 ampalang piercings in my shaft arranged as a gates of hell. A cock tube with slots cut to accommodate the five rings had been placed over my cock and fixed by passing a blade of stainless steel between the rings and the tube that was then locked on to a hollow princes wand that was now being positioned and anchored in place in my urethra. The whole thing held in place by a keyless lock that only she could open. She then placed a stainless steel belt around my waist and forced a huge butt plug into my virgin arse. A stainless steel belt was positioned between my legs then forced into position locking the butt plug and covering and protecting the chastity arrangement further, similar locks held that. Next she treated me to a full view of how a piercing is done, the needle working its way through my flesh to be replaced by a ring and then snapping the ball in place each ball being treated with a dab of a locktite like liquid that would render them impossible to remove. Each ring used she informed me had a core of a powerful neurotoxin that would ensure my untimely end if it splashed on my skin if I tried to cut them off. Cut them off I was praying for more.
The harness that held my gag in place also had an attachment that held the enormous dildo she produced and proceeded to attach to my gag. I was totally fixed in position but it did not stop here. Tightening all the restraints that bound me and buckling the waist and chest straps She clamped my nipples behind my new nipple rings. I nearly passed out from the pain but she new exactly where my threshold was. She then moved the leg restraints to give her crop access to my defenseless arse. I was then treated to a whipping on my chest, belly, thighs and arse of a ferocity I had never imagined.
Finally she slowly impaled herself on the dildo. As her scent and juices entered my mouth and nose I started to become aroused again until my cockhead came into contacts with several needle sharp spikes fixed to the cup head of the Albert's wand The wiping continued to every bit of my body she could reach from her perch, This first time did not take her very long she came with a ferocity that scared me. When she finally came around and lifted herself off the dildo I was amazed to find her changed, still Rebecca but somewhat different She was new and I belonged to her. She had fed on my aunt for 60 years or more. She had kept her safe, healthy and very frustrated, and now it was my turn.
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