Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Authors note: This is the first of many chapters in this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of nonconsent, blackmail, incest, and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
*
My head was completely immobilized by the box, the false sides were adjusted to hold my head still. An air pillow had been pumped up and my face was tightly pressed into the padded toilet seat of the queening box.
My wrist cuffs were attached to the sides of the box and my body was mummified with pink leather straps onto a wooden X bolted to the floor. My erect cock was sticking perpendicular from my body, waiting to be abused by my two female abductors.
Doctor Amber was on my face demonstrating to my mother how to use the box. I was forced to lick her asshole and work my tongue in and out of her pussy.
She demonstrated to my mother how the air in the pillow could be manipulated with a rubber squeeze ball. Less air in the pillow allowed me to lick her and soak in her juices, more air and my face was raised into her ass smothering me. She periodically pumped the ball to cut off my breathing whenever she detected low effort on my part.
My mother had just rode my rod and I had ejaculated many times into her vagina, but I didn’t have time to dwell on the significance of being fucked by my own mother.
Then the two women switched places.
My mother took her place on my face and ordered me to suck my sperm from her women hole.
I was tonguing the very orifice that I had been forced through when I entered the world some twenty years before. Then she pissed into my throat to wash it all down.
I was warned that I had to be sure to swallow every drop, otherwise I’d be lying in a urine shampoo until morning.
It all started making sense to me now, early on, I had actually learned to like spankings and discipline at the hands of my mother and she seemed to enjoy it as well. I was an only child since my father had left us when I was very young.
The last five hours had been a whirlwind of activity as my life had suddenly changed forever, but the change had actually been building up for years.
The following is my account as to how I became a 24/7 sex slave to my mother and her friends.
I had just started my junior year of college majoring in psychology. I was living with Emma, my girlfriend at the time. All seemed good.
One of my new classes that semester covered fetishes. The teacher was a very sexy middle-aged women named Amber Williams, a registered sexologists. Her slinky figure, ruby red lips, and powerful demeanor compensated for her size B-cup breasts. She seemed to know her subject matter very well and I suspected that she herself was a practicing dominatrix. Her curriculum seemed to focus more on female domination then just BDSM.
Her teaching technique used a lot of role-playing, so as the only male in class, I was usually called upon to play the submissive. There was no nudity, just demonstrations on how to use cuffs and whips and illustrations on how to use various chastity and anal plug appliances.
As for my sex life, things between Emma and I were what people would call vanilla and usually only involved the missionary position. Until the class, I didn’t even know what fetishes really were. As the weeks of class went on something deep inside began to awaken.
I started to fanaticize about becoming a slave to a powerful women. I knew Emma would never go along with it, so I began sneaking down to my computer in the middle of the night to watch Femdom porn. I’d beat off as I watched mistresses torture and belittle helpless male slaves. I so wanted to trade places with them, it became an obsession.
Soon Sex with Emma became of no interest to me but I kept going through the motions to keep peace.
Everything came to a head one night. I was enthralled in an especially brutal Femdom whipping scene with my erection in my hand, lightly stroking it.
Suddenly the room light came on as Emma entered the room.
I tried to click on something else so she wouldn’t see what I was watching, but it was too late. She slammed down a box on the desk containing some of the “Toys” I had purchased to support my fantasy. She was disgusted with me and called me a sick pervert.
The next day Emma kicked me out of her apartment and I was forced to go back to live with my mother.
I soon lost all focus on my studies and ended dropping out at the end of the semester. I took a dead end job in a warehouse.
My sex life had become me spending most of my time locked in my bedroom watching pornography on my computer and whacking off. I had become an introvert and somewhat of a loner.
Inevitably I gave in to my submissive tendencies and started practicing self-bondage. I longed to be dominated and owned by a Mistress but I was way too shy to ever look for one.
So, I started living a fantasy in my mind, I’d lock myself in chastity during eryaman escort the day at work, and sleep in handcuffs and leg chains at night.
My days usually started off the same, I’d shave (including my genitals,) shower and return to my bedroom and lock the door. I’d clamp a weighted ring around my balls and put my cock in a chastity device. Then I’d hang the key on back of my bed post hidden from view.
After work, I’d go home, strip and admire my predicament in a mirror.
The morning today started the same as the others and went pretty much uneventful. I went home, stripped and put my dirty clothes in the hamper. I stood in front of the mirror and watched my balls bounce around under the tension of the ball stretcher. I eventually walked over to the bedpost to retrieve the key.
To my horror, the key wasn’t there.
I dropped to my knees and looked under the bed, hoping it had simply dropped on the floor. My heart was pounding, not knowing what to do if I had lost the key. I had a spare in the bottom of my sock drawer, but after dumping all my socks on the floor, that key was missing as well.
I stood and took the device in my hands and examined it, hoping that I could use a hack saw or bolt cutters to cut it off. But this wasn’t a normal cock cage though, this one had no paddle lock, and the lock assembly was forged in the housing.
Suddenly I heard the door lock thump so I looked over and saw the door knob slowly turning.
I figured it was my mother coming in to retrieve my dirty laundry.
I called out,
“Mom, is that you?”
“I’m not decent, I’ll be out in a minute!”
The knob kept turning….
I should have instinctively tried to cover myself, but I didn’t. Maybe I wanted to be discovered.
The door slowly opened and a hand reached through the gap the opening created. One of my keys dangled from an index finger.
“Are you looking for this,” was a voice I recognized as that of my mother.
“Oh good, you found it, thanks.”
At that moment I actually thought I’d just retrieve the key with no questions asked.
Before I could react, the door flung open and my mother entered along with a shadowy figure of another women. Both women were wearing identical black latex cat suits. A zipper ran all the way from their crotch up to their half-exposed cleavage.
The women started snapping pictures of my nakedness, focusing on my bound cock and balls and my face.
I quickly covered my junk with my hands but it was too late.
“Eric, you know Amber, she’s a new friend of mine,” my mother Karen exclaimed.
The women was Dr. Williams, my Instructor and she was hastily tapping on her phone.
“I took the liberty of downloading the contact list from your phone. Amber is preparing a group text and has attached the pictures she just took, unless you do what we say, the text will be sent out.”
“W-h-h-y are you doing this?”
“Don’t be coy with me, we both had wanted this for a long time. Emma had called me after you and she broke up. She told me about your late night porn.”
“On your knees scum and put your hands behind your head!”
I hesitated, my mind not willing to grasp my predicament.
Amber produced a riding crop and gave it to my mother who used it to smack my balls.
“Now, on your knees, I said!”
I quickly got down on my knees and put my hands behind my head.
“Karen,” Amber said,
“It’s time to claim your slave!”
Amber gave my mother a shopping bag.
My mother got behind me, I could feel her hot sexy breath on my neck, and my penis instantly started straining for release from its cage.
“First, chew these and we’ll get started,” said my mother as she pushed two large chewable pills into my mouth.
“We’ll need you rock hard for the rest of the night, actually for the rest of your so-called life, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
I did as instructed and my mouth produced enough saliva to make the now pulverized pills easy to swallow.
My mother reached around me and grabbed my genitals,
“These now belong to me!”
She gripped my testicles, admiring the round ball they had formed under the weight of the stretcher.
“I hope these are full, we expect a lot of ejaculate from these tonight,” her hot breath blowing into my ear making me shutter with animal desire.
“Put your hands behind your back,”
I did as ordered then I felt cuffs being attached to my wrists.
Next I could feel cuffs being put around my ankles.
“Now I collar you!”
I could feel her breath on my neck as she wrapped a pink collar around my throat.
Next a gag was forced into my mouth and tightly strapped behind my head.
I heard snapping sounds as everything was locked in place.
“I took the liberty of going to a locksmith and having all the locks set to your keys.”
“Now stand up slave, let’s have a look at you.”
“Turn and face the mirror!”
I stood and turned around eryaman escort bayan the best I could with my ankle cuffs connected together with a three foot chain. I peered into the mirror. There I was, pink collar around my neck, a ball gag in my mouth, bound and vulnerable. Everything was locked in place with brass paddle locks. My cock was straining for release from its cage.
“Awe, isn’t he a cute little slut all in pink,” said Amber, apparently enjoying my predicament.
“You’re not done yet though Karen, you need to claim his ass!”
Amber handed my mother a medium sized pink dido from the bag and a tube of lube.
“Move over and put your head on the bed and show us that virgin ass of yours.”
I did as instructed.
“No higher, and spread your legs!”
I did as Amber ordered.
Next I heard the squirt of lube and soon the cool goo was applied to my ass by my mother’s fingers.
“Now just like I showed you with my son, push hard and make him yelp!!”
“Just remember slave, if you clinch you’ll just make it harder for the plug to enter, we wouldn’t want to tear anything would we?”
I tried to protest but my muffled sounds in the gag just seemed to just amuse my tormentors.
I felt the plug slowly enter my ass, then intense pain as the plug was passed through my sphincter followed by less pain but a full feeling in my rectum.
“Stand up slave; Karen, go get that thing you found!”
I heard some rustling under the bathroom sink and I knew what she was getting, I thought I had hid it well, but evidentially I hadn’t.
My mother returned with a large tube with a short rubber hose and a squeeze ball at the end. It was my cock pump!
“What do we have here,” Amber said in a menacing voice.
“Karen, unlock him and let’s see what he’s got!”
My mother knelt before me and produced my key and subsequently unlocked and removed my chastity device.
As if on cue, my cock shot to full erection.
“Look Karen, I think our little worm here is enjoying himself!”
“Let’s see how he likes spending the next month with me. My son is on loan to my Aunt in London so we can give slave boy here our full attention.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be back home in a month when we get your new dudgeon finished here.”
“Karen, get that thing on him and let’s get a measurement, we need a baseline to check his progress after we start the drugs and stretching.”
My mother rubbed more lube onto my throbbing cock and slid my engorged head through the hole in the rubber capped end of the pump.
I shook in pain as my penis was pushed through the narrow hole and into the graduated tube. I had put this device on myself many times, but never with a solid hard-on as I had this time.
My mother started pumping the ball and my cock was sucked deeper into the tube. She kept pumping, far past where I had ever went. The end of the tube was pushed tightly against my groin.
“That should do it Karen, we don’t want to pull that thing off, not yet that is!”
As I stood there naked and exposed, I thought to myself,
“Oh my lord, this is getting real, this is not a cruel joke, and my mother is really taking me as her slave.”
Amber moved to my side and started taking pictures of my encased manhood.
“Looks like seven and a half inches, not bad, but I think we can get it to at least a nine, my son was a six when I first took him, now he’s an eight.”
“Where’s his phone, we need to get some pictures of this,” Amber said as my mother searched for my phone.
“Here it is, it was already on his charger!”
“Great,” announced Amber, “Now we can get some pictures in his phone and pick a couple of people to text them to, I’ll be sure to get his face in full view.”
I tried bending over to hide myself but it was no use, Amber snapped pictures of my body in the most embarrassing angles including a side view of my erect penis.
“Let’s see, who can I text these to? Who would our slave be most humiliated over if the pictures were sent to them?”
My mother chimed in,
“I have it narrowed down to two, Linda Phillips, the HR director where he works, and Rhonda Miller the workplace gossip.”
I started whimpering in my mask, pleading with eyes for them not to do this. My knees started to buckle in a fit of total panic.
“From our worms reaction, both are good choices, I’ll just go ahead and text them both!”
My mother made a suggestion,
“Let’s do this, send the pictures to Linda with a message where it looks like our slave here is begging Linda for her dominance and be allowed to serve her. Then ‘Accidentally’ send the same text to Rhonda. Wait a minute or so then send a desperate text to Rhonda begging her not to open the previous text. “
“You are wicked Karen, I love it. That’ll shake things up at his workplace so nobody will wonder why he doesn’t show up for work anymore! Perfect!”
“Yes, that way Rhonda will be sure to view the pictures and share escort eryaman them with her coworkers.”
Amber made a few taps on my phone and hit send. I hung my head in defeat, I’ll never be able to face either of these women again.
Amber had said that if I complied with them she wouldn’t send out pictures, obviously she lied.
“Oh look Karen,” Amber said with a wicked look of pleasure on her face,
“Our cute little slut is losing his erection, poor baby!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll never see these ladies again, most of your life now will be spent naked and bound in your mothers new dungeon.”
“Maybe we can invite these women over when your training is complete, you’d like that slave wouldn’t you?”
“Even prudish older women love a young well-trained cock!”
“Karen, it’s time you take control of his joystick and we get on the road!”
My mother knelt before me, spit on her palms, and took my semi-erect member in her hands and lubed my shaft with her saliva.
“Edge him just as I taught you with my slave.”
My mother proceeded to give me a mind-blowing hand job, my balls tensed and my cock stiffened. A powerful orgasm was building and I was milliseconds from relief. Then she stopped.
I stood there, pre-com dripping from my bobbing cock.
I couldn’t say a word but my mother could read what I was think by peering in my pleading eyes. I started humping the air, desperate to cum.
My mother stepped back and whipped my cock with a riding crop.
“Your penis now belongs to me and from now on I control you.”
“You cum when I allow you to cum!”
“Your sole existence from now on is to please me!”
I just stood there, my back arched, my rock hard erection painful and engorged. Amber started taking more pictures.
After a very painful intermission, my mother resumed her assault on what is now ‘Her’ cock.
She took the entire seven and a half inches in her mouth and worked her tongue on the purple head.
“That’s it Karen, just like I taught you, work it!”
I grunted as release was imminent, then she stopped again.
“All your orgasms now belong to me, and I’m not about to waste them.”
My knees started buckling as she savagely edged me three more time.
“Karen, we need to get going, we need to transport him when it’s still light out, and we want onlookers to see his cock!”
I felt my cock start to twitch with excitement. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but the thought of unsuspecting females seeing me in this aroused state had my heart pounding with excitement.
My mother clipped a short leash to the D-ring of my collar and led me through the living room and out to Amber’s awaiting car parked on the street.
My mother pushed me into the back seat. This was no normal back seat, it had been modified with a wide piece of plywood running from the seat up to the back of the front bucket seats.
There were a series of eyelets on both sides of the board. I was told to lay on my back on the board and put my feet in the air. My ankle chains were removed and my legs were spread way apart and clipped to eyelets mounted on either side of the roof.
I was told to slide forward until my rock hard erection was in easy reach of my two captors in the front seat.
I was bound in place using leather straps connected to the eyelets.
As Amber drove, my weighted balls kept smacking into my butt plug sending it even deeper in my rectum.
My mother kept her hand on my (Her) cock through the entire trip.
I was pleading her with my eyes, begging her to let me cum but she just laughed.
“This joystick belongs to me now, and I will use it to control your life, you best get used to it! Your life now is being my sex slave to be used when and however I want.”
“I can’t wait to whip that ass of yours tomorrow when we start your training. Amber trained me how to make scars as punishment for disobedience. You should see her sons back and ass, I want yours to look that way as well.”
At that point I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying, my mind was totally on my (Her) cock and my urgent need to blow my load. I’d do anything they want, just to let me cum.
I couldn’t see much about where we were going but the skyline started looking strangely familiar. Then it hit me, we were going on campus.
My cock was sticking straight in the air, my mother was repeatedly edging me and keeping me rock hard, and now I was being paraded through the very place where my obsession with Femdom started!
I was horrified and turned on at the same time.
The car finally stopped behind one of the buildings. My bindings were removed and Amber pulled me harshly out of the car.
My mother pulled on my leash and I was led through a back door. The building was very familiar, it was where I had taken my fetish classes. We entered the classroom and we walked to what I and my classmates thought was a closet door.
Amber unlocked the door and it wasn’t a closet at all, it led to a short hallway to a heavy security door marked “No Admittance.”
Amber punched a code into the key pad and the heavy door opened.
I stopped dead in my tracks when Amber turned on the lights. It was a dungeon, right on campus.
“This is where we keep our slaves that we use in our advanced classes,” said Amber.
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32