It was a Friday afternoon, at the end of the first week of the school summer holidays. I had decided to ring my friend Peggy and ask for an appointment to get my hair done. Even if she was really busy, she would fit me in I knew. Peggy and I go back a long way. We have similar interests, and we are both founder members of our very exclusive group, known as The Ladies of the Briar. There are ten of us in the group, and we all are pipe smokers. Most of us know each other from our schooldays. We are very loyal to one another, and it was this loyalty that brought us all together to plot and execute a plan to get revenge for one of our group, who had been badly treated by a bully of a man. This is what happened:
My request for an appointment was granted, as I knew it would be. When I got to Peggy's salon, to my delight, I found that my friends, and fellow Ladies of the Briar, Beryl and Judith were already there. Judith was having her hair done by Peggy, and Beryl had brought her cuckold in to have his cock and balls shaved. She was being pleasured by Trish, Peggy's resident slut, whilst Conrad was being shaved by Hazel, another of Peggy's staff.
I sat down in the chair, and Liz, Peggy's daughter began by washing my hair. Let me say straight away that although Liz is much younger than the rest of us, she is a full member of our group, having been brought up by her mother to dominate her father in the same way that Peggy has done ever since she and Brian were married. Liz frequently pegs her father, and feeds him cream pie when she has been fucked. Peggy has brought her up properly.
We ladies were chatting about tomorrow night's event at the fetish club in our town where we are all members. A sissy parade was to be held to choose the Summer Sissy for this year. It was an annual event, and the winner got to choose a cuckold from the audience to suck his cock whilst he was being pegged by his Owner. All the members of the LOTB group were going to be there, although Judith told us that her cuckold was stuck in London, or rather in Chequers, where as a member of the Government, he was busy trying to solve yet another political crisis.
She smirked as she revealed that as she had a new boyfriend, a very young, very well equipped lad, she couldn't give a toss that Edward wouldn't be there tomorrow night. She was going to get royally fucked, and when Edward did deign to make an appearance she was going to thrash him and peg him for his negligence.
All the ladies present, except Trish laughed. She had her face between Beryl's legs. Liz asked if Judith would bring Edward to the club to punish and fuck him publicly, and she readily agreed. That was something to look forward to! A Tory government minister being thrashed and then pegged in front of a group of baying Ladies of the Briar.
Liz was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, prior to cutting and styling it when the door to the shop burst open. Peggy looked up in alarm. The front door was always kept locked, given the nature of what went on in the salon whenever any of our group was present. She started to walk towards the source of the sound when a young man burst through the connecting door and looked around wildly.
"Where the fuck is she?" he yelled, looking daggers at Peggy. He shoved her aside and she staggered backwards. Liz looked terrified.
"Jimmy?" she said anxiously, "what the hell are you doing here?"
She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the back room. Peggy looked around and hissed at Trish to get out from between Beryl's legs. As Trish got to her feet, both Beryl and Judith followed Peggy into the back room. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my head and followed them.
What we all saw in the small back room terrified us. Jimmy, or whatever the fuck his name was, had Liz by the throat and was shouting in her face.
"No one, and least of all a fucking slut like you, dumps me, do you hear?" he screamed, spittle spraying out of his mouth. "You don't get to make decisions like that," he continued. "I'll be round your house at seven o'clock tonight to pick you up. We're going to the football, and then if you're lucky, I'll take you for a drink and you can suck my cock in the car on the way home. Do you fucking understand, you stupid cunt?"
He took his hands off Liz's neck and she collapsed onto the floor, coughing and spluttering. He raised his hand as if to slap her, and Liz whimpered in terror. He chuckled and dropped his hand.
"What a fucking pussy " he spat, turning round to leave. He saw us all standing there and laughed.
"Who the fuck are you lot gawping at?" he shouted. "Haven't you ever seen a cunt put in her place before? Get out of my fucking way!"
With that, he barged between Peggy and Beryl and lurched out. We all rushed to help Liz, who was in floods of tears. Already, angry bruises were beginning to appear on both sides of her neck. We helped her back into the salon, and sat her down in one of the chairs. As we did so, Trish re-appeared from the front door.
"I've got his car registration, Peg," she said with a satisfied grin. "If you'll all excuse me, I'll get on to Ms. Ruth. I'm sure she can sort that little fucker out!"
Ruth is another member of our LOTB group. She also happens to be a Chief Inspector of police. Peggy smiled her thanks to Trish, who hurried off to make her phone call to Ruth.
Liz had stopped crying by now. She stood up.
"I'm so sorry, Olwen," she said. "Where was I? Swilling your hair, I think. Sit down and I'll finish you off now."
"Oh no you bloody well won't," I smiled. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I could feel her lips trembling against mine and I held her tight.
"You've had a hell of a shock," I said softly, rubbing her back. "My hair can wait until your mother has finished with Judith. Then we'll see what Ruth says to Trish. That bastard is going to pay for what be's done to you."
Trish returned not long afterwards, bringing with her a cup of tea, which she put in Liz's hands, then took it off her again. Liz was shaking too much to hold it steady.
"I spoke to Ms Ruth," she said, the satisfaction in her voice quite plain to hear. "She'll be at your house by six thirty, Peg. She thought she'd better be there when, or if, that bastard turns up. I don't give much for his chances."
At that moment, Hazel came down from upstairs, where she had been shaving Conrad. She'd brought him down with his cock and balls hanging out of his trousers. There were two reasons for this, I reasoned. Hazel would want Beryl to inspect her cuckold to ensure that he was sufficiently smooth, and if that was the case, she would want him exposed so as to fit his chastity cage back on him.
Hazel looked at us all surrounding a still shaking Liz.
"What's happened?" she asked in a concerned voice. Peggy began to explain what had gone on whilst Hazel had been seeing to Conrad when my mobile phone pinged, indicating I had a new text message. Then,one after the other, Beryl's, Judith's and Peggy's mobiles pinged also. We all looked at our phones. It was a message from Ruth.
"Meet me at Peggy's tonight at six thirty. Bring your hoods, and be prepared for some excitement. Give Liz a cuddle from me. XXX"
We all looked at one another in amazement, and then surrounded Liz. We carried out the last of Ruth's instructions together.
Part Two: Revenge Planned.
I got to Peggy's house by twenty five past six that evening. Ruth, Beryl and Nicola were already there. I gave them all a kiss, and looked expectantly at Ruth.
"What's happening?" I asked. "Where's Judith?"
Ruth smiled and put her arm around Liz, who looked to have made a full recovery.
"Judith couldn't make it," Ruth began. "Her cuckold rang to say that he'd forgotten that he has a constituency cocktail party this evening. He's still stuck in Chequers apparently. So she has had to put in an appearance to keep his constituency party workers happy. So what's happening is this," she continued. "Liz may be the youngest Lady of the Briar, but she is no less important for that. We all stick together. So when the doorbell rings, she is not going to answer it, and accompany that twat who assaulted her earlier to the football match. You are, Olwen."
I looked at Ruth in horror. I couldn't believe my ears. She grinned at me.
"Trust me," she said. "Liz is going to have a practical lesson in how to dominate a man tonight. She'll be quite safe. Her sister Ladies of the Briar will be there to ensure that. Here's what we are going to do."
It was a few minutes after seven when the doorbell rang. I got to my feet, hoping that nobody could notice my legs shaking. I put on my bravest smile, winked at Liz and went to answer the door.
I opened it wide, thankful that Peggy lived in the first house of the row known as The Crescent. The street was indeed built in a crescent shape, so no-one lived opposite and nobody could see what was about to happen.
Before I could say a word, Jimmy looked at me in surprise.
"Who the fuck are you? he spat.
I gave a sigh of relief. Ruth's supposition had been correct. I'd had a towel round my head the last time Jimmy had seen me. He didn't recognise me at all. I smiled at him, and wished him a good evening.
Where the fuck was Ruth? Then out of the corner of my eye, I spotted some movement, and stepped aside as Brian and Ruth rushed up from behind Jimmy and bundled him into the hallway of the house. They had gone out of the back door and made their way down the lane behind the house, to come up behind Jimmy. His cry of shock was cut off as I slammed the font door.
I turned around to see Ruth kneeling between Jimmy's shoulder blades. She was pressing his face into the carpet, and even now Jimmy's struggles were getting more and more feeble. It was obvious that he couldn't breathe. Ruth looked up at Brian and gave him a broad grin.
"Not bad for a sissy," she said softly.
