Part 6 – (E) The change

The definitive turning point

Marja had resolved to change a lot, both at home and at work; although she was unemployed, she knew she wouldn’t return to a supermarket job or anything like that. If Peter was attracted to strict women, the strict Mistress type, as she understood it, then he would get a Mistress at home; he wouldn’t know what hit him. 

She was also going to deal with his son properly; he was becoming increasingly rude to her and kept saying, “Mind your own business, and you aren’t my mother,” and indeed she wasn’t, but he would start to notice from now on that everything was going to change—not that she wanted to be his mother, but if he wanted to continue living at home, he would have to obey and eventually serve her as a slave. 

She had resolved to give him a stern talking-to in his room this evening, and this would be just the first step. What Marja needed was a woman who was a Mistress and could help her on her way. She looked into Peter’s account on the computer and searched through his documents and downloads, where she found several Word documents that were very helpful to her. First, a document with the filename “password”. When she opened this, she couldn’t believe her eyes; Peter, being the organized person he was, had neatly noted down the passwords and PIN codes here. 

Marja noted the PIN codes along with the corresponding bank account numbers and the two email addresses with their passwords. One email address was named slavepeter@live.nl with the password michaela. Furthermore, she found a document. This turned out to be the list of prescriptions and rules of that Mistress. She copied the documents to her desktop. 

She opened the email and found the correspondence from a certain Mistress Michaela. Also the emails regarding the appointment on the train. At first, she became furious and was about to confront Peter with this, but she quickly came to her senses and decided to send an email to that Mistress. She spent an hour on this and then shut down the computer. 

Marja went to her bedroom and called Peter; he came quickly and was told by her to lock the door behind him. She ordered him to lay the clothes she pointed out on the bed in front of her, including her boots. He also had to unpack the whips and the strap-on. After that, he had to undress her and help her get dressed. 

When she was finished, she was wearing a leather skirt with her long new boots. Under her skirt, she wore no panties, only garters and stockings. For upper wear, she wore a black satin blouse with a black bra underneath; her firm breasts looked great in the blouse. It had not escaped her notice that Peter had meanwhile gotten a rock-hard erection. Once again, she wondered how all this caused such a strong reaction in him, and that aroused her quite a bit as well. 

She sent Peter back to work and complimented her makeup. Then she went downstairs, because the children would be home soon. Downstairs, she sat down in the only armchair their sofa had. Peter always sat here, but from now on, never again. Diana came home first. Marja was curious about the sixteen-year-old girl’s reaction, but it turned out much better than expected. “Great skirt and boots, Mom,” she had said and went straight to her room. Fifteen minutes later, Paul came in, and his reaction surprised her. 

When he looked at her, his face turned red, and he stammered that he had a note from school. “Show me,” she said, and he handed her the letter. The letter stated: being very late, poor results, and an invitation to come and talk about it. Usually, Peter handled these kinds of matters; after all, they were his children, but now she took matters into her own hands. She ordered the boy to go to his room and wait for her there. Peter heard all this in the kitchen but didn’t react, hoping that Marja would keep that boy on the right track. He, the conductor, chuckled at this thought. 

Marja went upstairs to her bedroom and retrieved a short riding whip from the bed where Peter had placed it. She then entered Paul’s room without knocking. Paul was sitting at his desk, pretending to be doing his homework. Marja locked the door behind her. Paul turned around and saw his stepmother in leather, 9 cm taller because of her boots, with a riding whip in her hand. “Pull down your pants and underwear,” she commanded in the strictest possible manner. She saw his despair. He knew what was about to happen, and somehow he also felt a strange and pleasant tingling in his groin. 

All of this confused him. He had to bend forward, and she gave him 10 firm taps on his buttocks, which turned red. Tears welled up in his eyes. Afterward, she sat down in the desk chair and made him kneel before her with his pants still around his ankles, which was very humiliating for him, but also quite exciting. A slight erection was visible, of which he was mortified, and so he quickly covered it with his hands. Marja pretended not to see and spoke sternly to the boy. He had to improve at school, do more at home, and be more polite to his stepmother. 

Then she stood up, opened the door, and ran into Peter, who had been standing at the door listening. “To the bedroom,” she hissed. In the bedroom, she told Peter that she did not appreciate him eavesdropping on her and that she would therefore punish him just as she had his son. “I hope you’re a man and don’t start crying too, and now drop your pants.” Peter did as he was told and subsequently received a severe beating, much heavier and longer than his son’s. His buttocks were striped blue and red. Afterward, he had to take off her skirt. 

She put on the strap-on, placed a condom over it, and smeared it with Vaseline. She made her slave bend over with his hands resting on the bed and took him anally with her strap-on dildo, gently at first because she had no experience and only knew it from stories and pictures. Peter groaned softly and got another erection. This spurred her on, and she moved more and more wildly, sliding the strap-on deeper and deeper into his anus. Light, muffled cries escaped his lips, and he came spontaneously. He then had to lie on his back on the bed, and she sat on his face. 

He had to satisfy her orally; she had become soaking wet by now. During his licking, she whipped him harder and harder with a whip as she became more aroused. After a few orgasms, she let him get dressed again, clean up his semen, and continue with dinner. Peter looked in the wardrobe mirror and saw his striped back, stomach, chest, and buttocks, and dressed without saying a word and went to work. After a quick shower, she dressed in the same successful outfit and did some paperwork on the computer until Peter called her for dinner.