His penis was kept in permanent chastity with Arabella having the only key to the lock. His absolute love and new-found submissive nature kept him an...obedient and willing partner in the absurdity. Those servants that disagreed mysteriously disappeared and were replaced with more appropriate ones. Arabella’s life was good, and it was soon to get better. While Arabella read the latest fashion magazine, Henri was licking her boots clean from her morning excursions. She had been riding Henri’s. Then I smiled with realization. My next words made Rachel cry. I just said, "So..." and smiled.She flung her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. We parted for a moment but then we drew together again and this time the kiss lingered. We sat and chatted for an hour or more. I had many questions and to her infinite credit Rachel had all the answers. We decided, in light of Karl and Sarah's inquisitive looks to move the discussion up to Rachel's room. As we entered she just threw her arms. She wanted him too, but he was her son.The next morning Jenny woke up in pure agony, feeling as if her pussy were about to explode. "I hope this stops soon," she moaned making her way down the hall, ran past Barry's room and into the shower. After finishing, she dressed, not thinking not giving it a thought of what she picked to wear.Jenny stood at the counter, looking outside as she smoked her morning cigarette. A warm set of arms wrapped around her thin waist and something very nice and hard. ‘Goodness me!’ she cried, pulling her hand away from her bosom and gasping in mock astonishment. ‘Did I do that to you? Were you being a naughty boy, watching my lovely curvy body get bounced around by this train? Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson and show you how wrong it is to perv on big buxom ladies?’ The half-smile was gone now: instead, Mistress was staring intently at my bulging crotch, and smiling in much the same way that a tiger might before trying to eat you for breakfast..