\ A couple of days after the poolside party and my embarrassingly gauche protestation of love for the statuesque Ebony, the 40-year-old black university lecturer, Aunty Pat, Anita and I were sitting having breakfast when the phone rang.
Aunty spoke for several minutes, then hung up. "That was the general," she told Anita. "He needs us for a session."
Then she turned to me: "The general is a rather kinky old gentleman who sometimes calls on our expertise for a lengthy session of punishment games. I'd tell him I was busy with my lovely young nephew from London, but he pays far too well to ignore."
I nodded. "I'm sure I can enjoy myself while you're away, aunty," I told her.
Aunty Pat smiled: "Yes, but I'm afraid those fucking gardeners of mine will enjoy themselves, too, and I don't trust them with you. I'm concerned they'll be too rough, my dear Rick. No, I have an alternative plan."
And with that, she picked up the phone and dialled a number. "Hi, Ebony, it's me, Pat. I wonder if you can do me a favour?"
I listened with great interest. My penis started to thump in my shorts as I listened to Aunty Pat's side of the conversation.
"Anita and I are needed out at the general's and since you live about a 10-minute drive away, I was wondering whether you'd mind baby sitting young Rick for the day."
I crossed my fingers as my aunt listened to the response. Then I felt a wave of euphoria creeping over me as Aunty Pat replied: "Great, we'll drop him off at your place in an hour. Probably pick him up around 6 this evening, byeee."
Aunty Pat grinned at me, noting the anticipation on my face. "Your favourite domme would love to look after you for the day," she smiled.
"She's got one of her students over for a 'tutorial', as she calls them, later in the morning, but reckons it will be an educational experience for you. Now, off you go, shave that cock and balls smooth, then be ready to go in 20 minutes."
I flashed into my bedroom shower cubicle, shaved - my face and down there - and presented myself in the lounge. Aunty and Anita were both dressed for a drive, Anita in a little chauffeur's outfit, Aunty in a black leather miniskirt and severe white blouse, which presented her 40-inch straining breasts superbly.
Aunty smiled and stepped forward, holding a bright red rubber cape, with only an aperture for one's head to go through. She slipped it over me, the rubber rustling as it made contact with my bare skin, cold but slippery. She adjusted the neck collar so it was secure but not tight, then stepped back.
"Perfect, darling," she laughed, "just what the domme ordered! Have a look at yourself in the mirror."
I walked to a full length mirror in one side of the large lounge and saw the cape came to just below knee height. And then I saw something that I'd missed when aunty had draped the garment over me. In black lettering across the upper chest of the cape was the word "Slave".
"OK, Rick," said aunty, when I had finished admiring the humiliating garb in the mirror, "pick up our two day bags and bring them out to the car, we're off!"
I picked up two bags which obviously contained aunty and Anita's domination gear for the session with the general, and took them out and stowed them in the capacious boot of the Lincoln Town car. Anita got behind the wheel, and aunty indicated I should join her in the back seat.
Laying back against the black leather seat, aunty hiked her mini up over her haunches and I could see that we was not wearing panties. She put a hand beneath the hem of my ridiculous rubber cape and felt my stiff cock.
"Right, Rick," she smiled, as Anita steered the big Lincoln out of the driveway at the end of the mile-long approach to the property, "I estimate the trip to Ebony's should be about a two orgasm ride."
I nodded, aware that Aunty Pat's statement was also a command, and sank down onto the vehicle's lush carpeted floor and placed my mouth against my aunt's smooth and saturated snatch.
Aunty Pat must have enjoyed cunnilingus on rides to Ebony's on previous occasions, for after her first orgasm she allowed me up onto the seat while she stroked by eight-inch stiffy for a few minutes, then ordering me back into action. She was just coming down from the high plateau of her second climax, when I felt the Lincoln turn off the road onto a driveway.
Aunty smoothed her skirt down, stepped from the car and took me by the hand. I hesitated, looking around the street, fearful of being seen in my humiliating costume, but there was no one in sight.
Hand in hand we walked the few yards to the front door where Ebony was waiting, clad in a towelling robe.. She ushered us in, pecked Aunty Pat on the cheek, looked at me and laughed: "Ridiculous outfit, Rick - it suits you. I think I might make you wear it all day."
Aunty Pat then bid her farewells, telling her friend: "He's all yours till around 6 or 7 this evening, darling. And thanks so much for babysitting him for us." And with a swift kiss on my cheek, she was gone.
"Follow me, Rick," said Ebony and the lushly-built 40-year-old led me into her kitchen area, then dropped the robe from her stunning body and stood nude before me, her breasts high and heavy, nipples starkly erect, trimmed bush dark and curlingly-inviting at her snatch.
She threw me a quarter-cup leather bra which was lying on the kitchen table. "I know young studs like you are masters at removing ladies' bras, Rick, but let's see how good you are at putting 'em on."