Ooh thats niece!!

Hello you pathetic slaves, I have been visited today by my 16 year old niece Lynette, Of course she is not really my niece but in fact is a 40 year old man whose real name I do not even know! Let’s just say I have been indulging in some seriously heavy roleplay scenario.with him/her. I already have a little collection of ‘Naughty Nephews’ who come to see me and they always end up confessing to me of their wanking misdemeanours before I force them to stand before me in order to give me a ‘practical demonstration’ of these sins as I laugh at their pathetic fumbling.

I must say though that Lynette is a little different from the rest.  I am never allowed to see her dressed as a male, so consequently just before she arrives, I have to leave the front door open so she can let herself in and change in private before she presents herself to me in all her ‘Gory’.  She always dresses in a tight white blouse, a pleated navy mini skirt, white knickers and white knee length socks. Despite this attention to detail though she never likes to wear a wig and looks a total prat as he/she is therefore obviously male. Her hair does her no favours at all but at least she doesn’t dye it… No.. it is natural MOUSE. She hates her male bits being touched and like most TV’s refers to her bottom as her pussy. I am assured that she relieves her stress at home in the normal male way so God knows what she does while she changes because there is no visible evidence of a set of cock and balls through her naughty little knickers As I say, a little different is our Lynette. She loves the smell and taste of Auntie’s piss so I had a little treat in store for her when she arrived.

I had collected my morning wee in a plastic bottle and inserted a pair of my thongs inside for soaking. I tipped Lynette’s neck back and first of all squeezed the piss ridden thongs down her throat before making her guzzle down the rest of my nectar. Then I put the sodden, rancid thongs over her head and draped them round her neck so she could smell ‘Auntie’ for the rest of the session, something she particularly enjoys. Then it was punishment time and I challenged young Lynette by asking why she had been late this morning. She hadn’t actually been late but I had to say something. She protested her inn ocence but needless to say Auntie stuck to her guns and Lynette suffered a prolonged and brutal beating with me paying special attention to the backs of her legs where she seems to be at her most tender.

When I considered she had suffered enough, we played a fantasty game called ‘Touch Up’ which is a ludicrous game but one she really gets off on. I forced her to clasp with both hands the hooks hanging from the ceiling and then went and called in the Gardener to assist me. When I say ‘Gardener’ it was in fact ‘Mick the Prick’ my Gardening SLAVE who was tending to the garden that very day. His name is not really Mick the Prick by the way. No actually it’s Mick… but…. well… you know me slaves. Mick is to stand right behind Lynette but is to remain silent and out of sight at all times.  Once he is in position I stand very close to Lynette and make trivial conversation with her. The scenario is supposed to simulate a crowded train journey where Lynette has to hold on and is therefore unable to use her hands and Mick plays the part of ‘the invisible groper’ who touches up Lynette non stop but is under strict instructions to avoid touching the male parts. As I told you earlier I never get the chance to see Lynette in her civvies and therefore never talk to her/him about what lies behind her unusual desires.

This is very unusual for me and leaves me guessing as to what lies behind her desires.  I can only assume that this particular fantasy is fuelled by the fact that she travels to work every day by train and wishes she could dress as Lynette and be touched up by random unknown strangers. Anyway, back to our little fantasy game and eventually Lynette will say ‘Oooh look Auntie this is our stop’ and that is the cue for Mick to make a discreet exit to once again leave me alone with my ‘niece’. The session finishes with Lynette beginning to sob pathetically, I ask her what is wrong and she tells me about the Dirty Stranger who was touching her up on the train. I feign disbelief and tell her she is a bad bad girl for making up stories just to get attention. Another extensive punishment session ensues and Lynette really gets off on the pure injustice of it all before being dismissed and told not to tell lies in future.

As a Mistress I am fiercely proud of my Professional status and have resisted the temptation to look out of the window as she/he departs in order to get a sneaky view of the real ‘Lynette’. It is what the client wants and I can assure you that discretion will be respected at all times. So my slaves, has any of this struck a chord with you? Do you like the idea of ‘roleplay’, especially a scenario where you are a Naughty Nephew and I am a Wicked Aunt? If so then you need to do something about it instead of just wanking at home, so act… and act NOW…  All you need do is write down your scenario, then simply send it to me with an idea of your availability, I will write back, you book the session and… ‘Bob’s Your Uncle’… But more importantantly… Mistress Amberleigh is your AUNTIE…. Now how good does that sound boys?… or should I say Girls?