The lessons continue - Part 3.

[capefetish]

Part 3 – The lessons continue.

Peter went to his classes throughout the day, and he often thought of Shelley wearing her PVC, boots, and leather. He longed to feel the smoothness of the raincape again as it made it’s way over his skin, and crackled.

One of Peter’s friends Natalie came up to him.

“Hi Pete! I haven’t seen you in ages.” She smiled. Her braces glinted under the fluorescent lights.

Natalie knew Peter since they lived next to each other, she used to come over and pester Peter about something she had discovered or just wanted to go for walks through the fields at the end of the street. She was 17, and her development was held back by her parents. Everything she did was subject to a family conference, her parents strict, and were not afraid to show it.

“I’ve been around” said Peter, glancing at the floor.

“But I have to go now …” he said as he looked at his watch. It was 3:25pm, and if he was late, he felt he would endure a severe punishment by his new mistress.

Peter hurried around to where Shelley left him that morning. There was Shelley, dressed in her black PVC mack.

“About time boy! What took you so long?” she snapped as she reached down into her boot and withdrew a riding crop. She flicked the riding crop under his chin and lifted it.

“Get your cape on now, its raining … And don’t EVER be late again.” She sneered.

Shelley padlocked the cape on Peter, she pulled the latex hood over his head, and pulled the hood of the cape over his head. She applied the collar and leash.

“Stay..” she commanded as she took her fingerless leather glove out of her bag and pulled it on. Peter stood there as she adjusted it.
“I see you like my gloves, I have a collection of these too, I might have to bring out my punishment pair and teach you some more lessons” she giggled.

They set off through the rain, her black hair hanging through the hood of her mack, and leading Peter, caped completely in black. They made their way through down the street, people glancing sideways at the couple in their rainwear. Natalie walked out of the corner shop and Peter looked at her eyes under the edge of the hood. She glanced back, almost knowing it was Peter.

They kept walking until they got to Peter’s house.

“Come here”, said Shelley, she removed the collar, hood, and she slid the riding crop into the hidden sheath in her boot. She took Peter, embraced him, and kissed him. Peter couldn’t control himself, and pulled Shelley in closer. He whispered in her ear, “I’m yours, Mistress…”. Shelley smiled, “I know” she whispered back. All of a sudden, the front door burst open, and Peter’s mother stood there.

“Peter, hurry up and get inside lad!” she shrieked.

Peter gathered up his cape, feeling very embarrassed.

“You can come in…” and walked towards the door with his head hung low.

Peter walked past his mother “Hi Mum” he said. Shelley stood at the door. “Well come in lass!” said Peter’s mother.
Shelley smiled and walked inside. “Go straight into the lounge, it’s warmer there” said Peter’s mother.
They stood in the middle of the lounge. Peter’s mother walking around him, surveying his new rainwear.

“What are you wearing lad?” she said with a quizzical look.

“It’s a cape, it’s Shelleys. Someone stole my jacket and she loaned me this cape to keep dry”.

“Aye, I can see it’s a cape … Very dashing I might say. I used to have a rubber one like this years ago, don’t know what happened to it” she said as she was about to take it off Peter.

Then Shelley remembered … “THE LOCKS!”. She had never forgotten to take them off before, but this posed as a new situation to make Peter know who was in control. She sat back, with a self-conceited smirk on her face. Peter glanced over in a panic, what would his mother think if she found out it was locked?

Peter moved quickly, still bound into the raincape, he nodded at Shelley who followed him into the hallway.
“Please Mistress, can you remove the locks?” he whimpered. His face clearly stricken in panic.
Shelley looked and nodded and said quietly, “This is to save face, young man. When you come around tomorrow morning, you will be punished”. She maintained her demure looks, and flicked her black hair back. Peter removed the cape and hung in near the door.

They made their way back into the lounge room, and sat down. Peter’s mother not taking her eyes off Shelley.

“So you are Peters …. ?” she quizzed.

“I’m Peter’s English studies tutor at the high school. “ smiled Shelley angelically.

“Aye … So Peter, what happened to your books, bag, and jacket? How much do I have to fork out now?”

“You don’t have to fork out anything Madam said Shelley. I have ensured that Peter has received aid from the school based on his, and your financial situation”.

“How can you do that? We’re not charity cases … Miss …” snapped Peter’s mum.

“It’s just Shelley, but you can call me Miss Jennison if you so please” beamed Shelley.

“What about the cape?” asked Peter’s mum.

“I loaned the cape to Peter so he wouldn’t catch his death of cold. Sure, it’s not his style, but he’s been taking care of it for me. You said before you had a rubber cape Ma’am?” said Shelley.

“Aye, I had a black rubber cape by Klepper, it was fantastic, very practical, I wish I had it some mornings.” Said Peter’s mum.

“I love Klepper. It’s wonderful rainwear, their capes are especially comfortable and have that lovely rubber aroma.”

“Peter, how do you like wearing that cape?” asked Peter’s mum.

“It’s okay Mum, I don’t have a problem with it.” Said Peter as he glanced at Shelley.

“Ma’am, I had better be going, I have exams to mark up” said Shelley. “Thankyou for letting me into your lovely home” . Peter walked her to the door.

“10am tomorrow morning, bitch … “ sneered Shelley as she clicked her boots down the concrete path out to the street. Peter trembled and swallowed deep, what was he going to be in for now.

The next morning, Peter got up, had a shower and went to breakfast. As always, he was the only one there. His Mother’s new job had her working all kinds of hours. He made his way to the front door, grabbed the cape off the hook and set off to see Shelley.
He didn’t know if he was to wear the cape, or just turn up with it. He got to the front door and knocked gently.

The door opened up, and Shelley stood there. She was wearing a black latex catsuit, and thigh high boots with 7” heels.

“So, are you coming in?” she said sarcastically.

“Y … yes Mistress …” stuttered Peter.

“When you come in, remove your shoes, head to the bathroom, and have a shower. You will also shave your legs. Put the kimono on, and come to my boudoir “.

Peter slowly made his way to the end of the corridor. “HURRY” she shouted! Peter began to move with haste.
20 minutes later, Peter emerges from the bathroom, showered and shaved, and wearing a black silk kimono. He walked to Shelley’s room, and tapped on the door. Shelley opened the door and pulled Peter in and over to the bed.

“Put this on. You have chores.” She snapped.

“Yes Mistress” said Peter subordinately.
Shelley handed him a black PVC maids uniform. Black patterned stockings, and knee high PVC boots. Peter put them on and Shelley adjusted the outfit. Shelley then began applying makeup and put a wig on his head. Here was Peter, the perfect subordinate fetish slut.

“I have nothing to clean, but I do have errands to run. And you will be coming with me. You will wear this PVC mack“.
Peter put on the PVC mack, and Shelley led him to the front door where she pulled her long purple PVC cloak off the hook and pulled some long black PVC gloves on.

“Get ready for your first lesson in humiliation … Slave …” she grinned before they opened the door and set off out in public.
This began the first real lesson in life for Peter. When you are under the control of a mistress, you will always show respect, and obey. And pray that you never disrespect her.

End of Part 3.

[RainyDee]

Well I can see now why I'm not into this particular scene, but at least there's plenty of PVC involved and so long as Peter is allowed to have sex with Shelley in some of it or she at least makes him cum for her it will be worth reading on

[Jjai]

This story could go anywhere, not only PVC but suspense as well. i hope you carry this on, it is written very well.
Thanks.

[Rives]

This is a fantastically written story. maybe miss assumes a more parental role given his mother's absence?

[neil]

This is great;do continue please.
Suspense is more enjoyable for me than explicit sexual descriptions.

[hotwilly]

Good story - enjoyed al 3 parts - thanks

[Rives]

Are we likely to hear any further on this wonderful story? I very much hope so

[capefetish]

There will certainly be another part or two. Work has been keeping me occupied at the moment. There will be more.