Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.

Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it’s not compulsory.

Tess-O’Meter — Green.

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Despite trying to leave work early it was late into the afternoon by the time I reached home. So much to sort out prior to two weeks leave.

“Bend over pain slut, I’ve only got a fiancé for another few hours and I want to fuck him hard,” I yelled into the quiet apartment.

Alex appeared suddenly hushing me, looking both amused and embarrassed, “Sssshhh, sorry we’ve got a guest,” he said, blushing.

He turned the corner, “I’m so sorry, that was a little blunt,” I heard him say.

I hung my jacket and followed him, as a woman with an Australian accent reassured him, “Please don’t worry on my account, a wedding is exciting,” she laughed.

I walked into the room and smiled at the woman. She looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t place her.

“Apologizes,” I said, “I’m a little over excited about marrying this wonderful man tomorrow.”

“It’s no problem, I have bad timing.”

I looked for Alex to introduce us, he seemed flustered.

“Er, this is. Well, ummm,” he faltered, looking at me with concern.

“Allow me,” the woman said, as Alex smiled in gratitude and moved to my side, his hand warm on my back.

“My name is Lesley Harris,” she said, “I’m your Mother’s Sister.”

I flashed cold in frozen shock.

I was speechless. My mothers’ Sister was believed to have taken her own life, two months after my mother had married.

She hadn’t been seen in over forty years.

Alex, his hand on my arm to retain contact with me, reached down for a photograph on the low table.

“Lesley brought this,” he said quietly, his arm slipping around my waist.

I looked at the picture. Two young ladies in untidy school uniforms grinning at the camera.

One was undoubtedly the teenage version of this lady. The other-

“It’s my Mum,” I whispered.

Alex gave me a squeeze, watching me carefully.

Suddenly, my wits returned. I looked at Lesley, my heart sinking, but before I could speak, she raised a hand.

“I know,” she said gently, “I arrived at lunchtime. Your lovely young man very kindly explained about my brother and Sister.” She shook her head, “I’m so sorry. So sorry that you lost them so young.”

“I’m sorry too,” I said, seeing the fresh grief and pain in her eyes. Then I softly kissed Alex, “Thank you.”

He smiled, still looking concerned.

“Lesley’s husband is at their hotel, only twenty minutes away. I think he should come. I’ll order in, and he will be here before the food.”

Determined he turned back to Lesley, “Having lived in Oz all these years, you must like Vietnamese?”

She smiled and shook her head, still standing, “No,” she began.

Alex interrupted her, “Okay, Italian?”

She laughed, “I mean yes I like Vietnamese, but no I can’t stay.” She looked at me as if for assistance, “It’s the night before your wedding, and I’ve busted in here and given you a huge shock. I should go.”

Alex just looked at me.

I shrugged and gestured towards the couch, “Vietnamese it is then, why don’t you sit back down and give your husband a call? I’m going to go open some champagne, I’ll be back in a tick,” I continued as Lesley sank weakly onto the couch.

Alex cheered, “We’re having champagne?”

“I’ve just acquired an Aunt,” I said, “Of course we’re having champagne.”

Lesley summoned her husband and pulled herself together a little as Alex and I gave her a couple of minutes.

She was still a little damp eyed when I sat back down opposite her, having passed the bottle for Alex to deal with. She jumped at the pop, then laughed.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Yes, Yes. It’s a lot. For you as well.”

I huffed out a breath and agreed, “Yea, it sure is.”

I studied her but couldn’t think how to ask my questions.

Taking the glass from Alex she looked at me.

“You’re not asking any questions, that’s odd,” she stated.

I grinned briefly, liking her straightforward manner.

But then, “Why did you do it? Mum lived her whole life thinking that you had gone into the river aged fourteen. She never knew why. All they ever found were your clothes.”

Alex sat next to me, his hand on my back again, an indication that he thought I still needed support. I glanced at him and realized that he already knew what she was going to tell me.

And I wasn’t going to like it.

Lesley took a couple of breaths, then looked straight at me.

“Once your mother married, she was safe. She never knew that our father had been abusing me since I was six years old. He never touched her,” she said quickly, seeing the horror and question come into my eyes.

“He never touched your mother, or my brother, just me. Once she was safe, I could leave.”

She took a too big gulp of champagne, then looked back at me.

“You have no reason to believe me, but had I known that my brother and Sister had passed, and you being so young, I would have come for you. I would have come to support you and Sadie. I would have come,” she stopped, unable to continue.

Without thinking I moved to her side and pulled her into my arms, “I’m so sorry that happened to you, that you had to run away. I’m so sorry, and I believe you, that you would have come.”

I rocked her as she sobbed into a tissue that Alex handed her and waited until she had calmed a little.

She sat up, “Okay, that’s out of my system now,” she declared with determination.

“Oh my God,” I looked at her.

“What?”

“I’m so sorry, I just grabbed you like that, I shouldn’t have,” my apology died as she cupped my cheek and then leaned back against me.

“I’m not that fragile,” she said, “and your lovely Alex had exactly the same reaction. Pulled me straight in for a wonderful big hug.”

Meeting Alex’s eyes over her head, I mouthed another thank you. He grinned and then jumped up at the knock at the door.

“Did Alex tell you that I was named for you?” I asked my aunt gently.

Her eyes misted again, “Yes he did,” she nodded, swallowing hard, cupping my cheek again. “Leslie.”

“I got the fuck teased out of me at boarding school,” I complained, and made her laugh boisterously.

Her husband and the food had arrived at the same time, so Alex dished the food out as Lesley introduced him to us.

He was Sidney, from Sydney, and we chatted as we ate.

Lesley told me some things about Mum when she was dating Dad. It was bittersweet, they had been gone more than half my life, but it was both brilliant and painful to hear her stories.

We talked about work. Lesley and Sidney had recently (mostly) retired from running a leisure club Down Under.

I told them about my London and New York based business and ever-increasing property portfolio.

Alex embarrassed me by talking about my charity work and philanthropy.

They were fascinated by his work, as people who readily admitted knowing little about computers often are.

I very carefully mentioned that by rights, the family money should have gone to Lesley, at least in part, and received the expected response from both of them.

Not interested, don’t need it, perfectly happy thank you very much.

So, I floated the idea that there might be some causes they would like to add some support to, and that we could meet when I was back from my honeymoon to discuss it.

They agreed to think about that, but then Lesley raised the awkward question.

“I asked Alex about the estate, but he seemed not to want to talk about it,” Lesley said, in what I had already discovered was her zero-bullshit manner.

“Ah,” I hesitated, running a hand over the back of my neck.

Alex, however, seemed less hesitant; I had noted the intensity with which he had been studying them.

“I told you that Leslie and Sadie run a business there, with Sadie’s partner.”

“Yes, and then you clammed up,” she countered.

He looked a little sheepish, but when I started to speak, he stopped me.

“Actually, do you mind if I take this? Can I show you something?” he asked them.

We all nodded, me in relief from the reprieve. Alex disappeared and came back with a soft pouch, sitting on his knees on the floor between the three of us, his hands on the table.

He smiled at me, and I sat forward with interest.

“Are these our rings?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yea,” he looked at my aunt and uncle, “Leslie agreed that I could sort out our wedding rings.”

“I’ve been dying to see them,” I admitted, “but you said not until tomorrow.”

“Well, now it’s a special occasion,” he said, and tipped the two rings into his hand. They were a soft, warm gold and had engraving on them.

“Despite my lack of accent, I’m actually Welsh,” Alex told them, “and Leslie has Welsh heritage as well.”

My aunt nodded in agreement, taking one of the rings he offered her.

“So,” he continued, “I decided to honour that. They are Welsh Rose Gold.”

“It’s pretty,” Sidney said, looking at the ring he held, “and what’s this? Elvish?”

Alex cracked up as Lesley jabbed him with her elbow, “It’s Welsh you awful man.”

They handed the rings to me and I studied them, feeling excited that they represented the new life that was starting tomorrow.

“The final word is different,” I said, handing the rings to Alex, “Explain.”

He held them so we could all see, his finger under the carved words.

“This says ‘Love‘. This is ‘Cherish’,” I stopped him there, so I could kiss him gently, making my aunt hum in happiness.

“I’ll Love and cherish you always,” I promised.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Alex grinned, then turned back to the rings.

“This is ‘Support’.”

“Oh, that’s a good one, Alex,” Sidney said, “very important.”

“Yes, I like that,” Lesley agreed.

“But these last two words?” I asked, running my hand over the engraving, “why are they different?”

“This is mine,” Alex said, “Love, Cherish, Support, Obey.”

I smiled slightly as he studied me, his eyes dark and serious.

“And mine?”

“Love, Cherish, Support, Command.”

I let out a slow, shaky breath. Obscenely aroused.

Alex just sat and smiled at me.

“Alex?” Lesley asked, “are you a submissive?”

Alex moved his eyes to her, “Yes.”

“And do you belong to Leslie?”

“Yes,” he said again, holding her gaze frankly.

“I can explain,” I started, but my aunt held up a hand, still looking at Alex.

“When Leslie came home tonight, he called for you. Called you his pain slut. Do you enjoy pain Alex, does it sexually arouse you?”

“Yes,” he said again.

“Sssshhh,” my aunt said to me before I could try again to speak.

She took Alex’s hands in both of hers, “Is my nephew a good master, Alex? Does he give you what you need, and does he respect you? Are you safe?”

My mouth fell open at her line of questioning. When I glanced at Sidney, he just winked at me.

“Leslie is my partner, my support and inspiration in life, and tomorrow he will be my husband and my heart and soul will be his forever. We complete each other, make each other better,” he paused, and she nodded for him to continue.

“My Master owns me and loves me and gives me what I need and crave. Always with respect. Always safe. My body and life will be his forever.”

He turned and looked at me, “They understand Leslie. I’ve been sat here the last little while trying to figure out if my instincts were right, but they are.”

Sidney laughed loudly, “Alex, I should imagine you have been sat there for the last little while, feeling like a lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves!” he grinned.

“A little bit,” Alex admitted, his voice rough as he blushed.

“We are NOT playing with Alex,” Lesley determined, “tomorrow he will become our nephew.”

“Really?” Alex asked, his eyes wide.

“Of course.”

“Can I call you Aunt Lesley?” he whispered longingly.

“You damn well better,” she insisted.

Finally pulling myself together I asked, “Just what kind of leisure club did you guy’s run?”

It turned out that Lesley and Sidney ran one of the most respected BDSM clubs in the world.

I had never been to Australia, but I had heard of the club in Sydney, and many of our dominants and submissives had been there.

They of course had heard of us as well and were amazed to hear that the infamous BDSM Manor was Lesley’s old family estate.

They had recently semi-retired and taken on their grandson as a full partner, after he revealed himself as a fifteen-year member and asked if he could buy the club.

“Well,” Sidney said, “Finding out that Jamie was one of our most respected members was quite a shock, but brilliant news as we wanted to retire and do some travelling but didn’t really want to sell.”

“We made him partner, and he’ll inherit. He’s basically in charge, but we didn’t want his money. This works best for him with tax.”

She smiled at me, “Sidney knew I wanted to come back here and track down my family. He said I had to face my past.”

She stroked Alex’s hair, he was still sat on the floor leaning against her leg, “It’s so sad to learn what happened to my Sister and brother, but look what I found,” she bent down and kissed Alex’s head, “these two lovely boys.”

He turned his head and smiled up at her, “We’re leaving soon for the Manor. Staying overnight before the wedding. Do you want to drive with us, we can talk more on the way?”

“Are you inviting us to your wedding, Alex?” Sidney asked.

He nodded.

“Yes, of course. You must come,” I agreed.

“But” Lesley looked at us both, “I would Love to, but we packed jeans and cargos and more jeans. We can’t possible attend a wedding.”

“I don’t care,” Alex insisted,” Leslie do you care?”

“Not a bit,” I grinned, “but it won’t be a problem, let me make a quick call.”

It turned out to be a lengthy call as my cousin Sadie was stunned, overwhelmed, and then delighted by my news. She and Lesley spent some time discussing sizes and coloring, and Lesley eventually ended the call looking shell-shocked.

I called a cab so they could go and pack and arranged to pick them up in an hour.

When I got back upstairs, I found Alex on his knees in our bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked, amused, “we’ve got less than an hour!”

“Mostly packed,” he confirmed, ticking time off on his fingers, “Twenty minutes to finish packing, five minutes to the garage, allowing twenty-five minutes to get stuck in traffic to the hotel, that leaves me just under ten minutes to worship your cock,” he ended with his mouth open and his tongue out.

It doesn’t take much for Alex to prime me. One of his filthy, flirty looks and I’m painfully hard.

I stalked over to him, unzipping as I went, “I’m not entirely sure you take worshiping my cock as seriously as you should, Slave.”

“Lothinlowcockisniliththerk, nasta,” Alex told me with sober eyes and his tongue still hanging out.

(Google translate: Worshipping your cock is my life’s work, Master.)

Grinning, I dapped my cock a few times on the end of Alex’s tongue, making him frown in frustration.

Then with one hand on the back of his head, and the other cupping his cheek I pushed in.

Alex’s cheeks hollowed, as he closed his eyes and sucked me right to the back of this throat.

Thank fuck for Master John’s deep throating lessons, I thought as I braced instantly trembling legs.

Alex hummed around my cock, caressing me with his tongue, and I groaned. Then he reached up and tapped the hand that was gripping his hair.

I released him, “Sorry, babe, do you need to do that breathing thing?”

He laughed breathlessly, “Ha! No, sit down let me bring you off, let me do it.”

I let myself fall onto the bed. Alex had a point. We were down to a few minutes and I have a tendency to tease.

Alex pushed my legs apart and sucked me deep again, starting to pump fast.

It was like he put himself onto maximum suck setting and then just ploughed up and down my cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s good,” I panted, clutching at the cushions, “Oh, dear God!” I didn’t know what to do with myself.

Less than three minutes later, I panted, “Cumming,” and shot down Alex’s throat.

When I was done, he sat back on his heels with a satisfied look on his face, “When was the last time you came that fast?” he teased me.

“I don’t think I’ve EVER cum that fast,” I admitted, “Fucking hell, is it still attached?”

Alex danced his fingers over my cock and balls, making me squirm and giggle, “Yep,” he said and then sprang to his feet, “need to clean my teeth, get packing,” he demanded and ran for the bathroom.

I lay for at least ten minutes getting my breath back, much to Alex’s disgust.

“Do I have to do everything myself,” he demanded.

That’s why I keep a slave,” I told him lazily, and caught the pillow he threw at my head.

Eventually I dragged myself to my feet and quickly gathered my essentials, phone chargers, adapters, throwing them into a bag.

We doubled checked tickets and passports, and just over an hour later we were on our way.

I had pulled my aunt aside to check that she was in fact happy to go to the Manor, as I had no idea where her experiences of abuse had taken place.

“We didn’t spend much time there,” she said, hugging me, “just don’t give me a room on the top floor.”

When we arrived, the word had already spread. Sadie and John were waiting for us along with Casey and Keira.

We all fell out of the car and Alex laughed at Casey, “Jesus Christ, how can you be bigger? I just saw you Tuesday!”

She slapped at him as he pulled her in for a hug, “Don’t be mean. I feel like an elephant.”

I made introductions and was pleased to see that my new Aunt and Uncle took immediately not just to Sadie, their niece, but to my girls as well.

Lesley told Casey that she looked like a Goddess, and then they went off for a walk around the gardens and to compare notes.

Casey was delighted to find someone with experience to ask questions of.

After a couple of crazy hours we split up to rest, ready for the big day.

Lesley and Sidney had made it clear they would be around when we got back from our honeymoon, so we didn’t have to try and catch up all at once.

Alex and I were relaxing in the pool when we heard footsteps and Casey appeared. Somehow, she was still elegant, despite her huge size.

“Did you just come down those steps by yourself?” I asked, annoyed.

“No, Keira was with me; she ran back upstairs for something. Made me promise not to get in the water until she was back, but as you two are here,” she smiled as both of us left the pool to help her in.

Casey walked carefully across the platform with us escorting her and then sat on the edge, before slipping into the water.

There was no shallow end in this pool, so we stayed close. Just in case she sank!

Keira arrived, and as Casey had us hovering, she took the opportunity to work out. Keira and Alex are the two that use this pool intensely, often in the morning before our games start.

I tend to use the pool at my club for workouts and this one to relax. Casey is fit and a strong swimmer but is as lazy as a cat.

Keira was still swimming harder than usual as we helped Casey from the pool. Apparently, the twins enjoy the water, and it makes them sleepy.

Alex gave me a look and I nodded, “Yea, will you help Casey upstairs? I’ll wait for Keira.”

They both looked concerned.

“I think she’s a bit unsettled,” Casey said.

“Don’t worry, I said, pulling her robe closed, “I’ll talk with her.”

Keira seemed surprised when she finally ran out of energy and swam over to where I was sitting, water up to my waist, on the platform.

“Is Casey okay?”

“Yea, Alex took her up.”

She pulled herself up next to me. Her black hair streaming down her back, well past her waist, merging with her swimsuit.

When we are relaxing or swimming for exercise, we tend to wear swimwear like everyone else. It’s good to have a boundary between play/slave time and off duty/friends time.