1. The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8


    Date: 5/13/2024, Categories: Fiction Authoritarian, Bondage and restriction Coercion Female Domination, Humiliation Male / Female Teens, Male / Older Female, Water Sports/Pissing, Young Author: East Essex, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... stupidity.

He had left his van outside of his house, had walked up the Grange and had crunched up the gravel drive. He was surprised to be led into the dark cellar, where Rachel was apparently waiting and was shocked by the sweet taste of the large cotton wool wad that had been clamped over his mouth and nose. Now, Gary felt exposed in the dimly lit cellar.

There were voices chattering to each other that he could just make out. ‘Isn’t he handsome, Debby? I think he is the best looking boy in the world.’

‘If you like that kind of thing I guess,' replied Lady Deborah Mathers, daughter of the Earl of Capacaldy, ‘personally, I prefer my men to look a little less industrial.’

‘Well, I think he’s lovely and the best thing is I get to spend lots and lots of time with him.’

‘Yes,' Deborah smirked. ‘I wonder whether he will enjoy it? Most don’t, and he doesn’t look the delicate type does he?’

‘No, he’s not delicate at all and Mummy says that he deserves everything he gets, but he’s been really nice to me.

‘Humph, and to my sister as well, the silly fat heifer.’ The elder girl replied, ‘But, she will be mooning over a new man next week; such a little floozy.’

The conversation paused as the two stepped closer to him.

‘Is he awake yet, do you think?’ Rachel asked.

’It’s been over twenty four hours, he won’t want us to wake him up that’s for sure.’

‘No, I wouldn’t want to do it like Mummy says. I do hope he wakes up by himself.’

Gary, in his ...
    ... restrained state, took note of this. Pretending to be asleep might not be a good idea.

‘He does have good calf muscles,' Deborah noted, ‘I expect that’s from all “’t’ard graft” that these people do.

‘Oh, yes. I used to watch him working for hours and hours when he wasn’t wearing a shirt.’

‘Quite ill mannered, to do that when he knew a little girl was watching. But, that is what the working class are like Rachel. I do despair at auntie Samantha sometimes…'.

‘Mummy?’ Rachel replied defensively.

‘Oh, Rachel petal, sleeping around is fine in ones own class, but your mother doesn’t seem to distinguish between the lower orders.’

Rachel’s mind rotated around this statement until she finally alighted on its true meaning. ‘But surely uncle Charles isn’t one of them is he, he is such a gentleman?’

‘A lawyer Rachel!’ Deborah declared, ‘and goodness knows what else besides.’

‘Well I think he is lovely too even though he is so old.’

Deborah tutted. ‘I think he is far too scheming, but then that’s what one gets from that middle sort, at least with these ruffians,’ she pointed at Gary, ‘they tell one what’s what, we have that in common at least.’

Rachel sulked over this attack on her loved ones. ‘Mummy told me that you’re going away to Oxford and that in Oxford you’re going to be put in your place.’

‘God! You’re as silly as my sister. That’s what pretending is all about. I have no problem with being palatable to the grabbers and also loathing them; that’s what Mummy ...
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