Remember the other day, I was telling you all about time that I forgot to order sparkling mineral water, and was severely punished for it? Well, I finally managed to get a bit of retribution on Lucy after that whipping and butt fucking she gave me.

I was just double checking the grocery orders for the week (mustn’t forget the bloody sparkling again!). “Parsnips – Check, Chablis – Check,…”, when Miss H comes into my office.

“I am just popping out for an hour or so”, she says. “While I’m gone nip up to the dungeon and check the supplies. I think we’re running low on lube and wet wipes”. I notice a little twinkle in her eye as she turns to go, but think nothing of it.

I finish of the grocery list, and send it off – thank goodness for internet grocery shopping – that saves me a trip out. I am just about to have a quick scan of some internet porn, when I remember the dungeon. I quickly log off and go to the old hay loft. My footsteps echo a bit as I cross the room to the supply cabinet. I open it and check what we have – a whole range of dildos, vibrators and strap-ons, clamps, chains, hand-cuffs, manacles. “That’s odd”, I think to myself as I assess the stock levels, “There’s plenty of lubricant and a full three boxes of wet wipes”.

A muffled grunt makes me jump, and then I notice Lucy strapped to the big X on the wall. She is still in her maid’s uniform, and has a ball gag in her mouth, hence the grunting, I suppose. She tries another shout, “Elix, Eg ne ou off ere”.

A smile crosses my face as I suddenly realise why there was the twinkle in Miss H’s eyes. It seems I have been given license to have a bit of fun while she is away.
“No,” I say, “I think that you can stay exactly where you are for the moment”, and I walk slowly up to her. The ball gag has caused her to dribble, and there is saliva dripping down her chin. Then I notice that she is not quite wearing a regulation maid’s uniform, but a rubber equivalent instead. “Very nice”, I say out loud, admiring the sheen of the latex material. She has fishnet stockings to go with it, and I lift the short rubber skirt to check on the panties. I’m not disappointed – sheer white – my favourites. I can clearly see the slit of her cunt against the fabric. “Very, very nice”, I say as I let go of the skirt and let it fall back down.
“Now, what shall I do with you?”
She tries to talk again, “Elix, oo arstarg, eg ne go”.
I put my face close to her and slowly lick the saliva from her chin. “No, not yet, you bitch, it’s my turn to humiliate you”.
“Just wait here a moment”, I laugh, ”I’m going to get changed”. I go to the anteroom, slip out of my clothes and hang them up. I open up the wardrobe and select my attire. A pair of crotchless leather trousers and a leather waistcoat. Not exactly flattering on my middle aged, slightly overweight body, but it feels comfortable, and I really don’t care what Lucy thinks. I enjoy the feeling of being free from any restraint as I rub my cock. I exit the anteroom and start to walk across to Lucy – cock in hand, slowly wanking, just rubbing easily up and down my semi-erect shaft, staring into Lucy’s eyes, as I get to her, I lick up the saliva from her chin once more, and explore around her mouth with my tongue, just sticking the point of my tongue between her lips and the gag. She turns her head away, “Et off ne, Elix”.
I step back and admire her latex clad body for a moment, before unzipping the front of her uniform and freeing her milky white breasts, pink nipples pressed flat from the pressure of the rubber. I drop my head to her chest and start to suck on her right teat, teasing it erect, whilst I urge the other nipple forth between my thumb and forefinger. Once they are erect, I wander over to the supply cupboard and pick out a couple of nipple clamps. I also notice another couple of clamps with some chain attached, and pick those up too.
Lucy is starting to get a little worried as she cannot see what I have picked out.
“Ot are oo uk to now, oo uking erverk?”
I go back to her and suck a little more on her right nipple, before gently attaching a clamp.
“Eeek”, she squeeks quietly as I let the spring slowly pinch her tit. I move my attention to her other nipple now, sucking and teasing with my tongue, ensuring that it nicely aroused before I clamp that one too.
Now for the other clamps. I lift the front of her skirt, tuck it in to the little white rubber apron, and then give her pussy a little rub through her panties. Her pussy is burning up and I can feel the juices seeping through into the sheer white fabric. She moans quietly as I remove my hand, stand back a little and, looking into her eyes, lick my fingers.
“Mmmm, you taste good”, I say.

The rest of your filth is locked away here Felix you dirty little fucker…… Miss Hybrid

Miss H pops her head around the door and calls out to me “Felix I’m just going out for a quick canter. I’ll be an hour or so”. I hear the sound of her riding boots on the marble hallway as she walks off toward the stables and I turn back to my paperwork. After 10 minutes or so, I have two letters ready to go, just awaiting Miss H’s signature. I check the clock and notice that there is only 30 minutes before the postman comes to pick up the mail for the day. No chance of meeting today’s post then, unless I can catch her before she actually leaves. I haven’t heard the horse yet, so there may still be a chance.

I quickly slip the letters into a folder and pick up a pen before running out to the stables. As I enter, I can hear heavy breathing and a distinctive slurping sound. I quietly make my way towards the sound coming from one of the stalls. There is a knot hole in the wall of the stall, and I look through to see Phil, one of the stable hands, looking towards the ceiling with a look of absolute bliss on his face. As my gaze drops, I can see Miss H on her knees in front of him, her blouse open and her full round tits pulled up over her bra. She has one hand cupping his balls, and the other slowly stroking a massive hard on – he is huge, at least 9 inches and an impressive girth. Her tongue is flicking over the head of his cock, and occasionally she places her mouth over the head for a little suck. She stops for a moment, takes a deep breath and then pushes her head down over his shaft, about half way. She pulls back up and spits on his cock, and rubs her saliva over it to lubricate it. Again, she pushes her head down and swallows getting a little further this time. Miss H gags slightly, pulls back again, spits some more and rubs the liquid all over his shaft. Another deep breath, and this time the whole thing disappears down into her throat. I can only stare in admiration as she pulls back a bit and goes back down on his member, her tongue licking his balls. She holds him there for a moment and the pulls back and gasps for breath, before starting to lick and suck his cock again. Her nipples are standing erect, and I long to go in and suck on them. My hand wanders down to my groin, and I start to massage my rapidly awaking cock, eyes securely fixed on Miss H and the stable hand. I continue to watch as she wraps her big juicy tits around his prick and massages his shaft with them, slowly rising and falling, and licking the tip of his dick as she descends. She tweaks and pulls at her nipples as she pushes her bosoms together on either side of his cock. Once more she takes his shaft all the way down her throat and, as he moans out loud in ecstasy, she starts to pump his cock in her throat. I can see one hand move down to slip inside her jodhpurs and rub her clit, while the other works away, squeezing and teasing a teat. I unzip my trousers and free up my manhood – a bit of penis envy strikes as Miss H disgorges his huge member, but I take hold of myself and start a slow wank, just squeezing slightly on the head with each stroke. Meanwhile, Miss H has taken Phil’s cock between her breasts again, just sucking the tip of his knob as she reaches the bottom of each stroke. After a couple of minutes, she stops.
“Lie down”, she orders him.
He obeys, his dick sticking straight up into the air. Miss H, unzips her jodhpurs and pulls them down as far as she can. She pulls aside her white g-string and with a little difficulty squats facing him and guides his cock into her soaking pussy.

Felix, you disgusting little bastard…..I will have to remove the rest of your story to the safety of my members area. Miss Hybrid

Continued in Miss Hybrid Members area……..

Being Miss Hybrid’s PA can, on occasion be pain in the backside – quite literally, especially when you miss some of the finer details.

I had arranged a business lunch for Miss H and a couple of associates. All the food had been arranged, fine wines and a rather excellent vintage port to finish off. I missed sparkling mineral water from the order, and only got still. Lucy had to apologise when one of the lunch guests requested sparkling water, and by the way that Miss H looked at me over the table, I knew that I was in trouble.

Lunch seemed to take an absolute age as I knew that I was not going to get away with it, and was wondering what sort of punishment in store for me. At last the guests were sent on their way and Miss H just turned to look at me and crooked her index finger beckoning me to follow. “Oh Shit!”, I thought as she descended the staircase into the dungeon.

“Remove all of your clothes”, she commands.
I remove my jacket, and hang it in the corner, before turning away and start unbuttoning my shirt.
“Face me”, she says angrily, “I want to see the shame in your face for embarrassing me and Lucy like that”.

It is only then that I notice Lucy standing there in her maid’s uniform holding a riding crop.
I turn back towards her and continue to remove my shirt. I take off my shoes and socks, balling up the socks and placing them carefully into the shoes. I unfasten my trousers and let them fall to the floor, before pulling down my boxers. I step out of my trousers and boxers and pile them up with my shirt.

Miss H approaches me and places a collar and lead around my neck. With a quick tug, on the leash, she leads me to the leather covered bench in the middle of the room. She bends me over it and takes hold of my arms which she pulls straight out in front of me before cuffing my wrists to the bench. My legs are then pulled apart and by feet manacled to the bench legs. My head is forced backwards to that I am looking along the bench towards my cuffed hands, and the leash is removed.

“Keep looking ahead, just like that”, says Miss H.

Miss H and Lucy come into view now. Miss H starts to remove her stark business suit to reveal a black half cup basque with build in suspenders for the stockings she is wearing, and a pair of black crotchless panties. Lucy removes her uniform. She is wearing exactly the same thing as Miss H, but in white. My cock has decided, at this stage, to make itself known to me, by starting to get hard. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but in the position I was, it was very uncomfortable as I was jammed up against the bench, and unable to free my manhood to enable it to stand proud. They can both see the affect that they have had on me and Miss H takes Lucy by the chin and kisses her deeply, mouths both wide open. Sometimes they separate slightly so that I can see their tongues intertwined like a couple of mating snakes. Lucy now moves her hand down onto Miss H’s crotch and starts rubbing at her clit with one finger. Miss H reciprocates, and moves down to take one of Lucy’s nipples into her mouth. My cock is now feeling like it’s going to explode, cramped as it is against the desk, unable to straighten up. They separate; Lucy picks up the crop, and disappears from my view. Miss H comes closer towards me, and I can smell the sex from her loins.

“Now”, she says calmly, “how many strokes do you think you deserve for that faux pas at lunch?”
“Two”, I say hopefully.
“No. At least twelve”, says Lucy, “I was really embarrassed”.
“Yes”, agrees Miss H, “twelve it is. Six on each cheek”.
Miss H then straddles the bench, keeping just inches from my face, and orders Lucy to start.
“Begin”.
I hear the swish of the crop as Lucy thrashes it around to get a feel for it, and then THWACK, a searing pain shoots through my left butt cheek, and I cry out.
“Keep quiet!”,Miss H tells me, “Any more strokes that are accompanied by your whinging will result in the stroke not being counted”.
THWACK. I bite down and attempt to make no noise. “That’s Two”, says Lucy.
THWACK. My cock has now subsided and tries to crawl up inside me. “Three”
THWACK. I try and ignore the pain, and concentrate on the bald pussy just inches from my face. “Four”
THWACK. Miss H rubs her clit as I squirm in pain. “Five”
THWACK. She rubs harder and I can see the juices starting to escape from her lips. “Six”
THWACK. I am starting to get turned on again, the pain turning to pleasure. “Seven”
THWACK. Two fingers now slip inside her moist cunt. “Eight”
THWACK. My cock starts to harden again, even with the stinging in by buttocks. “Nine”
THWACK. A third finger joins the other two, and Miss H starts to move her hand faster. “Ten”
THWACK. The pain now seems to have been suppressed and only pleasure remains. “Eleven”
THWACK. I let out a groan as I try to free my trapped tackle. “That one doesn’t count”, Lucy declares, “he made a noise”.
THWACK. I can smell Miss H so close, but am unable to do anything about it. “That’s the last one”.

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I have moved the rest of his disgusting filth into my members bog.

Miss Hybrid

She has her lap top so may be on at some time.

She has left me in charge, so I expect good behaviour.

White the cats away the mice will play

Felix.

The only problem is that she doesn’t have a clue what she is doing.

https://twitter.com/misshybrid

I cant help either as I hate that sort of thing.

Felix